Abandoned Immortals

Yu Lian stood silently, neither calling Que Qingyun nor saluting the monarch.

Seeing her in a daze, the woman in black grabbed her sleeve and tugged.

As a subject of Dazhu, he should of course meet the emperor.

At least in name, all the sects of the Immortal Family, including Daoyan Sect, are based on the territory ruled by the empire.

Such as Yu Lianxin, who doesn't look at people's eyes, doesn't follow the etiquette, and makes a cold face when he comes, is really unheard of and unseen.

Yu Lian pulled back her sleeves and gave her a displeased look.

A dog biting Lu Dongbin does not know a good heart.

The woman in black rolled her eyes, turned her face away angrily, and said to herself that she wanted to improve her memory and stop worrying about her mind.

She no longer paid any attention to Yu Lianxin, she handed over her hand and reported to the monarch that the mission of this trip had been accomplished, and that Yu Lianxin had been rescued by them and brought safely to the palace.

"You guys have done a good job, go down first." The man's voice was calm and gentle, "By the way, I would like to convey a word to the emperor for me, asking him to respect the old man and go to the Qiankun Palace to drink and enjoy the moon."

"Your Majesty, please rest assured. Your subordinates have written it down. Be sure to bring the words with you."

After she finished speaking, she got up and hurried out.

Yu Lian frowned, glanced at the majestic monarch, and then at Que Qingyun, who was as beautiful as a fairy behind.

After a while, Fang opened his mouth and said, "Master, won't you explain to the disciple?"

Que Qingyun didn't answer, but Yan Wenyu who was in the wheelchair said: "Miss Yu, don't worry, I'm looking for Your Excellency to come to the palace today, I have something to ask for."

Yu Lian frowned even tighter, doubts abounded in her heart, but she didn't say anything to interrupt.

Then I heard the person continue: "I have a daughter who contracted a strange disease for some reason at the beginning of the year and was bedridden all the time. I heard that the power of Senluo's soul can heal, so I wanted to ask Miss Yu to replace her. Let my daughter see if she can be cured of her strange disease."

After hearing what he said, Yu Lian raised her eyebrows contemptuously, curled her lips and sneered: "For such a trivial matter, the master can just tell the disciples, why do you have to make such a big fight?"

The tone of yin and yang is quite resentful, and the implication is: Que Qingyun is used to making decisions for her, so why bother to ask for her consent hypocritically.

Que Qingyun understood the meaning of these words.

She sighed helplessly, then walked past Yan Wenyu, nodded apologetically to him, and said: "My disciple has been stubborn since childhood, and has a stubborn temper. I didn't mean to offend. I hope your Majesty will not blame me."

Yan Wenyu seemed to be easy to talk, and nodded upon hearing the words: "It's no problem, it's commendable for you to be willful."

"Thanks to Your Majesty for your love." Que Qingyun said some polite words, and then said, "Stay here and have a good chat with him, and I will lead Lianxin to meet him tomorrow."

Yan Wenyu doesn't have the airs of a king of a country, and she doesn't feel annoyed by Yu Lian's slap in the face.

He didn't insist, and moved the wheelchair according to his words, turned around, and slowly exited the room.

After the person left, the door of the room creaked shut, and Que Qingyun looked at Yu Lianxin: "Let's talk in another place."

Yu Lian didn't say a word, seeing him open the side door curtain, although his face was worried, but his steps were sincere, and he followed quickly.

The two of them entered the west wing room, and there was another sound of machine expansion, the walls of the house moved, and a corridor appeared outside the door, and at the end of the corridor was another open courtyard.

They walked through the long corridor one after the other, and Yu Lian followed Que Qingyun two steps away unhurriedly. Compared with the sticky dependence in the past, this behavior seemed extraordinarily distant.

Que Qingyun didn't turn around to urge her, walked outside the small courtyard, opened the door and entered.

The environment of this courtyard is quiet, with a few plum trees planted in the corner, no weeds have grown in the flowerbed under the courtyard wall, and the bluestone road from the courtyard gate to the porch is also neat and clean, and someone should clean it from time to time.

Yu Lianxin followed Que Qingyun across the bluestone road, entered the main hall of the pavilion, and then went around the back of the courtyard to a study.

After entering the room, the door behind him suddenly closed by itself.

Looking at the room, there is a landscape painting on the front wall, a thick agarwood desk by the window on the east side, two rows of bookshelves in front of the other wall on the west side, and a soft couch in the corner behind the bookshelves. .

An ordinary setting, nothing special.

Que Qingyun leaned on the edge of the table with one hand, turned his back to Yu Lianxin, and remained silent for a while.

Yu Lian looked at her back with a guilty conscience, and asked frivolously, "Master, what is the meaning of this?"

Only then did Que Qingyun turn around, and his peaceful eyes met the stubborn and cold eyes of the person behind him, as if he was a little dazed.

She paused for a while, and then said slowly, "Dao Yanzong covets the power of Dazhu, and the disease of the emperor should be the handiwork of the high priest. Be even more arrogant and rampant, and bring disaster to the world and the common people."

Yu Lian listened to her expressionlessly, her eyes became colder.

She suddenly hooked the corners of her mouth, and the smile didn't reach her eyes: "But what does this have to do with disciples?"

Que Qingyun pursed her lips and frowned slightly.

Yu Lian smiled heartily, but her eyes became colder and colder.

"The rise and fall of the world and the suffering of the world are never the things that disciples care about."

After the words fell, she suddenly took a step forward.

The speed was surprisingly fast, and he grabbed Que Qingyun's wrist and sealed the latter's acupuncture point.

Yu Lian leaned forward and got very close to Que Qingyun, almost forehead to forehead, nose tip to nose tip.

Que Qingyun was forced to raise his eyes, and the two pairs of eyes stared at each other at a very close distance.

"It doesn't matter if the master deceives the disciple, it doesn't matter if he casually throws the heavy burden of listening to the Lan sect to the disciple, but when we meet, he still tells the disciple these great principles."

As Yu Lian said in her heart, the smile on her lips deepened, her half-drooped long eyelashes suppressed the lonely and complicated emotions in her pupils, and said coldly, "Dare to ask Master, in Master's heart, what is more important to the disciples in the world?" Which is lighter?"

Que Qingyun pursed her lips tightly and did not speak for a long time.

The small study room is so quiet that you can almost hear a needle drop.

Unknowingly tasted a little rust in her mouth, Yu Lian gritted her teeth, trying to keep calm, but her eyes turned red again.

The half-opened beautiful eyes were full of luster, more of them were densely covered with blood and resentment that was becoming more and more mad.

She threw out a few talismans and sealed the doors and windows on the four walls of the study, then pushed Que Qingyun down on the table, and the pen, ink, paper and inkstone scattered all over the floor.

Untying Que Qingyun's belt and wrapping it around his wrist, Yu Lian leaned over and imprisoned him between his arms, rubbed the delicate and fair skin behind the other's ear, and murmured "Master".

"The disciple can't tell which master's words are true and which are false." The tip of his nose brushed against Que Qingyun's ear, and he smelled the rich fragrance in his hair, like the proud and lonely smell of winter plums in the snow.

Que Qingyun turned her head away, but Yu Lian firmly pinched her chin, forcing her to look at him.

"In this life, the disciple is doomed to follow the master's back and step forward in the master's footsteps. The disciple's life, destiny, even parting and reunion, sorrow and joy, are all under the master's control..."

The long eyelashes droop, and the misty loneliness is blurred at the end of the eyes.

"It's so unfair."

"It doesn't matter if the master hates the disciple or resents the disciple, but the master must also understand a truth..." Yu Lian pushed Que Qingyun's collar away, and stretched her fingertips along Que Qingyun's smooth neck.

"If you don't believe what you say, you have to be punished." Biting Que Qingyun's earlobe, Yu Lian swore in a hoarse voice, "The disciple wants the master to engrave a brand in his heart, and he will be entangled with the disciple forever and ever."

The author has something to say: Here I come!I had a day off yesterday, and today I am opening the third volume!Duck!