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The next day, Qingyan went to find Taibai, using the two boxes of top-quality Purple Marrow Jades given by the Celestial Emperor in exchange, Taibai found a way to take her to see that Purple Abyss Great God.

The white-bearded and flowery Old Immortal sat down on a chair next to his Alchemy Furnace, smiling as he watched the beautiful princess leave. She walked out, then turned back and warned with worry, "Taibai, you must not tell royal father about this."

Taibai Jinxing said sincerely, "Don't worry, just because of those two boxes of Purple Marrow Jades, I will definitely not tell the Heavenly Emperor about it."

After two days, Taibai came to visit. Qing Yan helped to pour the water for Tai Bai and asked, "What, do you have a way?"

Taibai stroked his beard and laughed, "I've got it. I saw that the children who left the country were getting on in years, and when it came to getting married, I matched them to a good person." That means... " He giggled and said, "Does the fourth princess want to get close to him?"

Qing Yan was shocked, and asked, "You mean, you want me to become a palace maid?"

Taibai said, "Ah, this is the best way I can think of. If I don't become a palace maid, at most I can take you to hide somewhere and see you from afar when he comes down the mountain next time."

Qing Yan was a little perturbed, she had never done anything before, what if she was discovered? She bit her lip and asked, "Then what if I fall into a trap after I go over there?"

Taibai Jinxing's expression showed that he had everything under control. He took out a small box from his bosom, which was carved with an exquisite jade carving. Opening it to take a look, it was a pitch black ordinary pill, colorless and tasteless.

Taibai said, "This is my newly concocted pill. If you are found out, crush it." This thing doesn't have any smell, only my Pill Room's Big Brother Sparrow can smell it. Then I'll go and bring you back. "

Qing Yan's heart was pounding like a drum. She was both nervous and a sweet and sour feeling that she didn't understand. Taibai looked at her as he smiled, "The princess will be preparing well in the next two days. On the third day, I will bring the princess to leave this country."

Hui Qi came in, tidying up the teacups on the table and asked, "Princess, are you really going to leave the country?"

Qing Yan seemed to have some strange pretence as she coldly snorted, "I want to see how old that Zi Yuan has become. Royal father is forcing me to marry him." Maybe it's a guy with a face full of pockmarks and a vulgar expression, but I just happen to have a reason to reject him.

She looked at him, her eyes darted around, and an idea came to her. When Hui Qi took the tea cup and was about to leave, she suddenly threw herself at him, a fawning smile on her face as she said, "Hui Qi, teach me how to do chores."

Qingyan had lived for hundreds of years, and Zhener's hands were like white jade, unstained by the sun and spring water. Now her hands began to pick up the rag, moistened it with rootless water, and washed the glasses as Greysteel had requested. In order to look beautiful, the cups in Heaven Realm were made as thin as paper and had patterns engraved on them. In just half a cup of tea, Qingyan broke three cups.

She sat on the small stool in frustration and pouted, "What lousy cup is this? If worst comes to worst, I'll just leave the country and not wash the cups." The corner of Hui Ku's mouth twitched, he expressionlessly asked: "What does the princess want to learn?"

Qing Yan said, "Teach me to cook."

Three days later, Qing Yan, who had learnt how to cook in the dark, followed Taibai into the country. It simply didn't seem like Heaven Realm. Fist-sized roses were planted all over the outside, forming a many-eyed scene. "In a blue brick house with gray tiles on top, a big patio opened up. There was a large osmanthus book in the yard, and it looked like it had been magic used to make small, pale yellow flowers.

The main entrance was a living room, with about four to five rooms at the back. Tai Bai gestured to Qing Yan and left. Qing Yan was living with a girl who was crafting.

In the dead of night, one could smell the fragrance of roses and osmanthus flowers in the yard. Qing Yan could not fall asleep, so she gathered up her courage to ask, "Sister, are you asleep?"

The girl said in a daze, "Yes, I'm about to fall asleep. What's the matter?"

Qing Yan asked, "We're here, when will we be able to see the Supreme Violet Abyss God?"

As if she was sleeping, a long time passed before a faint voice could be heard from that direction, "I've been here for three years and only saw his figure a few times. What do you think?"

Qing Yan pursed her lips and slowly laid down.

It was just as that girl had said, they really could not see anyone from Zi Yuan. They were clearly in this small area, but she couldn't see him. She had been here for three months and had already gone mad with depression. Everyone was ridiculing the new girl for thinking that she was sick.

She looked at his room with a bit of bitterness. The door was tightly shut, and she didn't want anyone to enter easily. She helped her grandma pick the osmanthus flowers and dry them in the sun. Then she put them into a silk cloth bag to make a scented sachet. She said with some boredom, "When will this day end?"

The woman hit her on the head and said, "The young lady just arrived and is already so discouraged. Don't worry, we'll see it soon enough. "

She could only continue on. As she slowly familiarized herself with the environment, as well as with everyone around her, the sky started to snow.

Qing Yan had never seen snow before. She saw a large amount of snowflakes that were like goose feathers falling from the sky, slowly covering everything and turning the heaven and earth into a field of white silence. Curious, she ran out of the house and picked up a handful of snow. It was ice-cold.

After playing with the girl for a while, the woman became bored and went back to the house to sleep. Only Qing Yan was getting more and more addicted. She slowly held the snow and turned it into a snowball. She thought for a moment, then slowly began to knead it into little figures.

Who should she pinch first? She had seen the portrait of Zi Yuan when she left the realm, and now, as if she couldn't help it, the mini version of Zi Yuan appeared in her hands. She was a little stunned, then she smiled and started to pinch the second person. Finally, when she was holding onto her last self, a purple sleeve suddenly extended from beside her. Her hand was like white jade, carefully holding onto that snowman from the Purple Abyss.

She was a little afraid that someone would damage the snowman she had painstakingly created. Just as she was about to turn around and remind him, she realised that the handsome man was the Supreme God of Ziyuan that she had been wanting to meet for a long time.

Her mind was in a blank state when she heard his pleasant voice, "This is... "Me?"

His image as if a piece of paper had finally turned into a three-dimensional image. Qing Yan suddenly felt that she wasn't nervous at all. She giggled and said, "That's right, don't you feel like a god?"

When he asked her her name, she looked at the branches of the laurel tree, and with a sudden inspiration changed her name. "My name is Shushu," she said.

Life was just like this. Originally, the two people who were tied together with red iron wire were still indifferent because one of their names was different from the other.

Qing Yan felt that she had slowly gotten to know Zi Yuan. The people who left the country were usually bored, so she always brought up trivial matters like how Qing Yan and Zi Yuan were together in the yard to enjoy the snow. Zi Yuan and Qing Yan had obviously not seen each other for a long time, but they were still talking about it. "Shua!"

The girl in the same room also said that last time, High God Ziyuan suddenly wanted to eat osmanthus tea. In all these years, when did he change to tea to drink? Just after we talked about the osmanthus tea fried the day before, just after the fragrance? The Lord has treated you differently.

Qing Yan felt as if there was something in her heart that was blocking her way, but she also felt an inexplicable sense of excitement. She was still sitting on her own matter, as if nothing had happened. She thought back to the moment when he lifted the red veil and realized that it was her face. What kind of expression would that ten thousand years old face have?

The boy who was originally close to Zi Yuan suddenly came over with an expressionless face, looking very much like his master. It was just that his face was not of the same rank. Qing Yan looked at the pockmarked face and said a lot of things to herself, but she didn't hear a word of it. A few words appeared in her mind: "I'm going to wait on Ziyuan." Those words flashed with a golden light and danced around her head.

The night before she was on duty, she asked the girl who was good at red to embroider a circle of osmanthus flowers on top of her ordinary palace maid outfit without revealing anything and then put them away. She wasn't good at these things, but now she was as adept at them as if they were natural.

The girl squinted her eyes and looked at the standing Qing Yan, clicking her tongue: "Good girl, you are so pretty, now that you have put this dress on, it should be bulging and curvy, you are not going to the personal maid, you are simply going to seduce the gods."

Qing Yan's face was a little red, she stopped him with her sweet voice, she carefully folded her clothes and fell asleep.

He had slept late the night before, and by the time he was on duty the next day, he was already late. She hurried to his usual study and saw him writing, dressed in deep purple, his hair hanging down like ink. She suddenly recalled what Hui Qi had told him that day: "The Supreme Purple Abyss was more like a god than a god." She blushed and carefully stood by his side.

He didn't look at her. His subordinates were still acting as if everything was normal. Seeing that there wasn't much ink on the inkstone, she took the Agarwood and began to grind it. She had never done this before, only that he was smeared with ink and frowning as he looked at her. She knew that she had not grinded well, so she added water and continued to grind. His frown deepened as he sighed. "Let me do it."

From the beginning to the end, his gaze had never landed on himself, which blinded Qing Yan's clothes. Qing Yan was not willing to give up and asked, "Does Supreme God still remember me?" He didn't have much hope, but he actually said the right thing.

Qing Yan could not help but feel happy. Just like a small beast, once it was favored by its master, it became more unscrupulous and lively. She felt that he treated her differently. He didn't eat grains or grains, but she cooked a dish of dark food that he ate clean. The usually quiet and quiet person would now bicker with her about battle qi. She felt there was nothing wrong with that.

She sent someone to tell Taibai that his royal father should hurry up and make an order. Taibai looked at her meaningfully. He said, "Is the princess planning to stay here forever?" She smiled and said, "I plan to tell him in a while. Hehe, let him have a pleasant surprise too. "

Zi Yuan didn't say anything when he heard the news and Qing Yan secretly observed for a long time, but there was no response. She was somewhat perturbed. Just as she was about to find some sunshine the next day and he was playing the zither by her side, she told him that she was the Fourth Princess, his future wife. She was somewhat excited.

The next morning, there was no one from the Purple Abyss. She wasn't too curious, so she went to pick the osmanthus flowers. Although her rice wasn't very tasty, the osmanthus tea was very good. They were sweet and fresh, and Ziyuan liked them very much.

Not long after, he came in from the outside. She was somewhat curious about his wooden face, but in the end, she knew that he was canceling the engagement. Qing Yan could not take it at the time, but she thought that if she knew he was Qing Yan, would he change his mind? After all, he treated her differently from the others.

She ignored her daughter's shyness and called out to him, "Why does the Lord God want to end the engagement?"