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She could not remember his answer clearly, she could only remember his expression back then. Although it was always calm, it was clear that he remembered something, with a hint of nostalgia and regret. Very soon, his eyes turned cold, with an vicissitudes of life that she could not comprehend. His words separated them completely. His world didn't need her, didn't need anyone.

Whether it was the fourth princess, Qing Yan, or the quick-witted maids, they had nothing to do with him. The time that she appeared only made up for the monotony of his time and brought him traces of happiness. It was just that happiness had nothing to do with relationships between men and women.

Qing Yan, who had never received any injuries since she was young, felt that she had been humiliated, and her heart that was still fresh and sincere was stomped on the ground. Finally, she took out Taibai's box and broke the bullet inside it. Not long after, Taibai arrived by her side.

He must have known what was going on. He looked at her with hidden sympathy. He asked, "Have you decided to go back?" Qing Yan feigned indifference and sniffled, "Oh, I'm going back. I see that the Purple Abyss Highgod isn't that great, I'll wait for me to go back and rest for the night before asking royal father to cancel the engagement. "

Tai Bai sighed and asked, "My princess, how did you manage to make this happen?" Didn't you feel happy a while ago? "

It was not easy for her to disguise her calm and tranquil appearance, but she felt a great deal of pain from the sprinkling of the salt. She gritted her teeth and said, "Taibai, you can choose not to speak."

Taibai Jinxing looked at her with a wronged expression, but he really didn't say anything.

Returning to his own bedroom, he collapsed onto the comfortable cloud cover and burst into tears. Hui Qi came in calmly and served her a cup of tea. "Is the princess all right?" he asked. She cried even more miserably. What was so good about her? Her body that was made of gold and jade went to bring him tea, but she couldn't bring him any good. Why did she have to put herself down?

She cried to Gray Qi like a child before falling asleep. Hui Qi stood beside her bed and carefully wiped the tears off her face with a handkerchief. Then, he dipped a towel in ice water and applied it to her eyes. She was still sleeping soundly, and she must have been really suffering there. He gently tucked her fine hair behind her ear and backed out again.

The next morning, she woke up to clean herself up and put on her favorite set of Flaming Cloud Skirt. She smiled at him and said, "Gray Qi, I'm going. "Just wait for me at home." But Hui Qi didn't wait for her to return.

Qing Yan knelt in the front hall of the Celestial Emperor. The Celestial Emperor had an expression of disappointment on his face. "What? You don't want to marry?"

Qing Yan said shamelessly, "That's right, I don't want to marry him. He's so old, and doesn't know how to speak. If we were to be together, wouldn't it be a huge generation gap? "

The Heavenly Emperor was a little speechless. He sighed, and then said in a softer tone, "Is it because of Zi Yuan? He asked to decline yesterday, do you feel uncomfortable? Don't be afraid, Yan'er, you are my treasure, even if royal father himself were to ask him to marry you, alright?

Qing Yan also felt that it was unimaginable for her normally arrogant father to be so wronged over his marriage. Gritting her teeth, she insisted, "Indeed, it's because of Yan'er. I just don't want to marry her."

The Heavenly Emperor saw that she was still the same, and said angrily: "Nonsense, if you don't want to marry, why did you have to come and see him in the first place? I, the dignified Heavenly Emperor's daughter, am actually going to be his palace maid! Do you really think I don't know? Yan'er, if you don't like him, why did you ask Taibai to tell me that you want to marry him? Yan'er, don't mess around, go back to your own room. Royal father promises that you will marry him in a glorious manner after one month. "

Qing Yan's heart was already filled with sorrow, even if she didn't understand what was going on with Feng Yue, she knew that being forceful was not a good thing. He had a door in his heart that no one could enter, so why did she put herself in such a low position?

She also said firmly, "If I say that I won't marry, then I won't marry. If you must marry, then one month later, you will carry my corpse away from the country!"

The Celestial Emperor had never thought that his usually obedient daughter would one day be so rebellious. He clutched his chest in fury. "You …" "You …" After a long time, he finally said a sentence clearly, "You are truly a pampered and proud person. royal father normally treats you too well, which is why you are so angry at me, right? "Go down to the mortal world. When have you ever felt that you were wrong? Come back."

Qing Yan also had a stubborn personality. She immediately ran out of the hall, found the Immortal-Descending Dais, and jumped down without a word.

The Sky Emperor and Taibai were a step too late. He only saw the corner of her red clothes disappear from his sight. The late emperor suddenly seemed to have aged by a few years. Slowly, he staggered back to his own palace, no longer caring about where his once favorite daughter had landed and how her life had been.

As for Qing Yan, she felt her body being torn into pieces inside the Immortal-Descending Platform. After drifting for who knows how long, she finally landed on the ground and used up all the energy in her body during the debate with her father. She only felt that she was tired, so she turned into a flower and casually fell asleep.

He didn't know how long he slept, but he felt more and more pain on his body before he slowly woke up. He then looked at himself. Along with a bunch of people beside him, he was being crushed daily by a passerby. He didn't know how long he had been there. His entire body was aching.

Qing Yan felt that this kind of pain could slowly suppress the pain in her heart. At that time, she didn't know that any woman who had lost their love in the mortal world would also like to put on a look that was as painful as they wished to live.

She slowly allowed the crowd to trample on her every day. However, when she was stepped on by Fatty, she would occasionally turn into a rock, causing him to tumble down. The days passed just like that. Only a white-clothed scholar walked past her, avoiding her every time they passed by. He seemed very gentle.

It had rained that day for some reason, and he was afraid that Mother Lightning might lose her game of cards and cause a ruckus with Thunder. The rain got heavier and heavier, hitting her body. The leaves were already swaying from side to side, but she didn't think much of it. She was used to being stepped on everyday, and such a small matter was not a big deal.

The white-clothed scholar hurriedly ran over without an umbrella. After a while, he retreated and clumsily used his sleeve to cover her head from the rain. She found it a little funny. Such a heavy rain, how could he not run home quickly? Why did he stay here foolishly and shelter a flower from the rain? She didn't care about him. The scholar looked at the sky, then looked at her. He suddenly made up his mind and began to dig the dirt around her.

Qing Yan panicked, what was this lunatic trying to do? He dug her up with the potatoes and smiled gently at her. "Don't worry, I'll take you home." He actually said these words to a stalk of grass as if he was his lover. Going home? Well, maybe it's a good idea.

His home wasn't too big, and it was a small courtyard that was very similar to the one he was in when he left the country. Compared to the Qing Gui who had left, this place was undoubtedly shabby, but it had been cleaned up by him. He looked around and found an old clay jar. He placed Qing Yan inside.

She sat on the string of his window as the rain continued to drip. Qing Yan felt an indescribable sense of relief as she slowly fell asleep accompanied by the sound of rain.

The scholar was also a romantic figure. He had only wanted to learn how to serve his country, but he had offended his benefactor. That person had used some tricks at the back, but he had never been able to pass the examinations. He was not discouraged. He became a teacher in a private school nearby and taught his children seriously before he studied for the next year's exam.

He was very optimistic, always reciting Li Bai's poem to her. He liked Li Bai very much. He loved the wind and the moon, and he was open-minded and open-minded. Sometimes he would stroke her leaves and say, "Why haven't you bloomed yet?"

He gave her a name, which coincidentally happened to be Yan'er, very similar to her name. She listened to him calling her name over and over again, disdainfully at first. Slowly, they would also unfold their leaves and silently respond to him.

She felt that this kind of life was very good. She didn't need to do anything, just listening to his voice was very good. In the season, when she blossomed, she learned that it was called lavender, and that the words were spikes of lavender that could be applied to medicine and soothe the spirit.

When the scholar saw her flowers, his eyes seemed to see a peerless treasure. Every day, he would chant many praises to her, and then every time a petal fell, he would carefully pack it into his handkerchief, unwilling to part with it.

Qing Yan suddenly wanted to turn into her human form, and couldn't help but want to get closer to her.

She slowly pulled away the petals and turned into her human form, creating a bloody scene as she saved the beauty. It was only natural that she returned to the scholar's residence.

The first time she came in as a human, she felt that this place had become much smaller and that the things here were very old. He looked around and said shyly, "This place is indeed a bit simple and crude. I have wronged you, Miss. Before the girl finds her family, she'll have to make you sleep here. "

She settled down in a small room with only one bed. He would only sleep on the ground. She would sleep on his old bed every day, smelling the sun's fragrance, watching his thin shoulders lying on the ground. She didn't know why, but she felt a sense of relief, just like the smell of grass under the sun.

She was very glad that she had learned some of the female reds from her roommates when she left the country. In the Heaven Realm, she was an ordinary female rep and in the mortal world, she was already an excellent embroidery. She was slowly able to support herself and no longer had to rely on his meagre tuition to survive. He looked at her embroidery under the candlelight and said with a frown, "I can support you. Don't work so hard to embroider flowers, girls will definitely take good care of themselves." Your eyes are so beautiful, it's not worth it to get your eyes burnt by the candlelight. "

This was the first time Qing Yan was being protected like this, and she felt very worried in her heart. She smiled and blew the light to sleep.