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Ying Li didn't change his expression: "Anyway, it should be a five-star chef's dish to be called a reunion dinner. What is this? By the way, Your Highness, when do you think this kind of tree will grow?"

"Probably a long time." Ranbai looked at the moon high in the sky.

"No matter how long it takes, there will be a day when I grow up." Ying Li said seriously.

"Yeah?"

Ranbai didn't say anything more, and briefly passed the topic in a few words.

The atmosphere was unusually lively, everyone drank too much, chatted wildly, and finally fell asleep without knowing it.

Ranbai, the one with the least amount of alcohol, was actually the one who was still sober at the end. She frowned and looked at the drunks, wondering whether she was good at drinking or they had become useless.

"Your Highness, you should also get drunk once." Ming patted her shoulder lightly, picked up the flagon and filled Ranbai, then clinked glasses with her with a smile.

Ran Bai didn't say anything, drank the peach blossom wine in one gulp, turned directly onto the tree, leaned against the tallest and oldest peach tree and closed his eyes.

The night sky is like a black gemstone, engraved with silence and waiting for thousands of years, the moonlight is shining, and it is clear and quiet.

The wind is also gentle tonight, gently blowing the branches, and the sound is rustling, which is the lullaby of insects and freedom.

When Ranbai woke up the next day, the mess on the table had been cleaned up, and beside her was a cat sleeping in a nest, Ming Ba occupied the recliner to bask in the sun, Phoenix and Blood Soul were still bickering, the sunlight came through the gaps in the branches, and fell on the dyed white face, she stretched out her hand to block it, and the light and shadow still slipped into her fingertips, everything was gentle and warm.

It's been a long time since I returned to the blood clan, this place has changed a lot, Fenghuang goes shopping happily every day, and even brings back a bunch of goodies for Ranbai.

Ying Li is not as leisurely as this flower peacock and that fat cat. He has to accompany Ran Bai to deal with business affairs, and there are a lot of government affairs waiting to be resolved.

While taking care of the palace, Ming also pays attention to the movement of the underworld.

…

Chasing the deer hall.

Ancient and solemn, the blood-colored building presents a solemn and simple color, carved with strange patterns, inexplicably bloody in its exquisiteness, cold and huge.

At a glance, the elders of the blood clan were kneeling on both sides, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, and they didn't even dare to take a breath, for fear of losing their lives, they almost grabbed the ground with their heads.

Accompanied by the sound of footsteps.

That figure that was so frightening to the bone appeared in the hall, and the scarlet robe was magnificent.

The atmosphere was quiet, deathly still.

"You - look up."

The casual voice fell.

The blood race kneeling on the ground could see the shadow standing in front of him, which made him almost suffocate, but he didn't dare to disobey, and slowly raised his head.

Meeting a pair of blood pupils, it was like an abyss twisted to the extreme, dark and boundless.

"Your Highness." He suppressed his fear.

"This hall recognizes you." Ranbai's gaze swept across the hall lazily, as if sizing up a dead object, and his tone contained such a hint of interest that he actually condescended with a gentle condescension: "What's your name?"

The blood race no longer dared to look at each other, and hurriedly lowered their heads, their faces trembling, and struggled to utter a name: "Huaen."

If he knew that His Highness could come back back then, he would never have done such a terrific thing, regret it!

There was no sound in the hall, and none of the blood race dared to speak. Ranbai turned and walked up to the high position, and the hem of the blood-red clothes was as thin as a blade.

"It really is a good name." She sighed, "It is most suitable for growing flowers and fertilizing."

The conversation suddenly changed.

"Drag it down."

Ying Li said yes, and slowly showed Hua En a pure smile, but that face was too cruel, dragging him out of the cold hall.

"Don't! Ah! Don't...Your Highness—!" Hua En couldn't believe it, screamed and struggled.

"Shh." Ying Li made a gesture of shutting up, his eyes became even more evil, he pinched Hua En's neck with one hand, and said softly, "You've disturbed Your Highness."

The people kneeling in the temple lowered their heads even lower.

On the majestic and simple high platform, slender and pale fingers gently clasped the cold and luxurious armrests, making a soft sound, loose and noble, peach blossom eyes full of evil, like a boundless night, and the thin red lips evoked a smile.

"Do you have any comments?"

A moderate voice resounded through the hall, the voice was like a thin blade of cold light, like a reminder falling on the ears of every blood race, they dared not look up at the cruel figure above, thinking to themselves, who would dare to speak out? Isn't this waiting to be killed to grow flowers?

After Ranbai left the Zhulu Palace, he returned to the attic unhurriedly. The red clothes were sharp and dignified, and his aura was calm and submissive.

next second——

She collapsed on the rocking chair in the courtyard as if she had no bones, her figure swayed with the rocking chair, her silver hair fell down, reflecting her overly delicate face, her peach blossom eyes were half-closed, the sun gilded the tip of her hair with light flakes of gold, which contrasted with the intricate and delicate gold thread of the red dress.

He doesn't look like a cruel and cold-blooded emperor. Instead, he looks like those dandy boys in the old days who taste flowers and play jade, wear fresh clothes and anger horses.

"deep."

"deep."

"Mingmingmingmingmingming—"

"What's up!!"

"Grape."

Feng Ming washed the grapes for her with a dark face and brought them over: "Your Highness, you can put them away freely."

Ranbai asked: "Is it great?"

Feng Ming glanced at her angrily: "Excellent."

Ying Li folded a willow branch beside him and propped his chin: "Your Highness was quite scary in the Zhulu Palace just now."

Ming: "Well, I don't know if they are afraid of seeing His Highness's appearance in private."

"I'll die if I see it." Ran Bai was biting the grape lazily, with a half-smile.

"What do you mean by His Highness recently?" Ming paused, "I just finished dealing with the matter of the blood clan, why did I take my idea elsewhere."

Ranbai calmly said: "Play around the world."

"..."

Only Ranbai dared to say such words.

"The six realms are so big, it's not that easy."

"Ming." Ranbai said with a smile, with proud eyebrows and eyes that could not be questioned, "As long as the palace wants to—"

Ranbai didn't say anything behind, but Ming knew what she meant.

"It seems that the mere blood race cannot tolerate your ambition."

Ying Li raised his eyebrows, after staying with Ran Bai for a long time, his words and deeds were somewhat similar: "Your Highness is ambitious, how can you compare with ordinary people?"

"Forget it, you are all a bunch of lunatics, I don't care about it." Ming sat upright, "Just leave me three points when the time comes."

Ran Bai casually said: "You can consider the underworld first."

"..." Feng Ming said, "The underworld has long bowed to His Highness, and there is no need for His Highness to take action."

Dyeing white eyelashes hanging down, the slender eyelashes cast a dark shadow under the eyes, those twisted and vortex-like eyes are mysterious and deep, the ancient well is calm, looking into the distance calmly, I don't know what he is thinking.

Looking sideways at Ranbai, Ming suddenly remembered that His Royal Highness had told her before that he wanted to find someone.

Who are you looking for? I don't know.

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