Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

At this time, the people in the private room were already a little drunk. Xiao Anhe put his arm on the Holy Master's shoulder and said that Nanyue was really great. He didn't want to go back to Hengyue. If he went back, he would have to follow the rules and be taught to beat his grandmother eight hundred times a day. Small report life.

Nanshan burst out laughing. Who would have expected that Her Royal Highness, the most beloved princess of Hengyue Kingdom, would not want to return home after being stimulated by the South Vietnamese royal family, and she seemed to be separated from her resentful spouse.

The old queen mother had the habit of taking a nap and had already rested in the private room.

It was only after Nanshan discovered that it was said to be a private room, but it was simply a small courtyard. Behind the screen was a door, and the door was divided into several wing rooms. It is said that the wing room was also divided into a master room and a servant room, with all facilities.

Standing on the corridor outside the wing were the personal guards and servants Wu Shen had trained here. Usually they were on duty at the real Wutong Garden. Today, Xuan Qing and his entourage were coming, so they were transferred here to serve them. Of course, since these "domestic servants" came from Wutong Garden in the center, they were not "human beings", but low-level monsters they had rescued before.

These little demons voluntarily stayed at their disposal and kept their heads down at all times when they came to serve in the replica Wutong Garden. First, they were afraid that they would see humans and have any entanglements with them, which would hinder their cultivation path. Second, they were also afraid that humans would see them. face and cause unnecessary trouble to yourself.

There is also a glazed greenhouse at the end of the corridor, with a garden inside, where guests can rest and enjoy the flowers, the moon and a cup of tea. When you are tired or sleepy, technicians specially trained by Wutong Garden will come to rub your shoulders and massage your feet. Of course, these technicians usually cover their faces with gauze, and all of them are deaf-mute orphans adopted by Wutong Garden. They are safe for the wealthy and aristocratic people. Extremely high.

Gee, it's so comfortable. No wonder these people like to come here. They can socialize with each other without telling each other, and their privacy is highly protected. The key is that it's hard to get a date here, you can find rare things, and it also makes you look noble and wealthy.

Nanshan admired to herself that she had to learn from this business lesson. She should not raise prices when treating diseases and saving people. It would be no problem to open a health club for rich ladies someday.

Nanshan saw that the Holy Master was also very drunk. He always looked at Xuan Qingyi with a confused look. Finally he couldn't help but put down the longan in his hand and called Achun: "Let them take the hangover medicine, go Rest in the wing."

"Yes." Ah Chun supported Xiao Anhe, and Wang Gonggong held the Holy Master, and they entered the wing together.

"Are dragon's eyes delicious?" Xuan Qingyi asked with a smile in his eyes. He saw the way she glared at the Holy Emperor.

"Well, it's delicious. It's quite sweet. You're in a nice place, and you can even eat such fruit."

"As long as you like it." Xuan Qing also smiled. Her wealth and background changed in every life, but her hobbies of collecting delicious food and growing grain to make money were surprisingly consistent. Over the years, he naturally followed her Like to kill time.

"They have all rested. If you are not tired, can you walk around with me?"

"Okay, you have a big place here, and the flowers and trees are all to my liking. Take me to see what else is new." Nanshan took the longan peeled by Xuan Qing and threw it into his mouth. , um, so sweet!

Xuan Qing also wiped his hands, then pulled Nanshan and jumped.

Nanshan: "Huh? Can you still fly?"

"I am considered a master of martial arts in this world. Under normal circumstances, it is not surprising to use some Qinggong." Xuan Qing also said.

"Okay." Nanshan felt a little regretful as he thought of the spiritual energy consumed in sending him back to Tingfeng Court last night. She doesn't know the martial arts moves in the human world, and her flying relies entirely on her spiritual power. Once she's used up all of it, she has to practice it all over again.

While they were talking, the two came to a small forest. Xuan Qing also gave a long whistle, and a goshawk hovered from the sky for a moment and then landed on his arm.

The goshawk screamed a few times, Xuanqing nodded, and released it back into the sky.

"This goshawk is well-trained." Nanshan praised. She had just heard the goshawk report that no one was approaching within a two-mile radius. Before reporting back, it even called out "master". It was such a polite and good eagle.

"Give me your hand." Xuan Qing also liked her compliment. When he saw her stretching her hand towards him, he held her wrist and pressed it into the air. Only then did Nanshan discover that there was a barrier here. His hand touched the barrier and opened an entrance. The two of them entered hand in hand, and the barrier automatically closed behind them.

"Why can my hand be opened?" Nanshan was curious.

"Of course it is possible. You are the Supreme Mountain God. This barrier must be convenient for you first."

"You are very thoughtful." Nanshan smiled sweetly, "What are you bringing me to see?" I didn't even feel the existence of the barrier when I was so close just now. I guess it took a lot of thought.

"Recognize the door. Your return to the ruins has been opened. When you need to practice, you will inevitably need to find a place where there is no one. We have everything here. The courtyard is full of little monsters we rescued. You can send them without worry."

Nanshan nodded with satisfaction: "Thank you, brother Yi."

The two walked around the courtyard again, walking among the carved railings and painted buildings. The little demons passing by called them "Your Majesty" and "Immortal Lord", as if these two titles were carved into their faces. Marrow, she understood. These little demons were just like Ah Chun, who had been trained very early just to wait for her to be born into the world again.

Nanshan's heart moved slightly, and he held Xuan Qingyi's big hand tightly, and followed him to the back hill of the real Wutong Garden.

Standing under the arch, Nanshan looked at the stream of light on the back mountain and the elves flying in it. He couldn't help but lightly opened his lips and called out a name: "Qiong Lin."

"You still remember." Xuan Qing also thought in her heart. She remembered Qionglin. It was built by the two of them for the lost little demon. Every flower, tree, mountain and water in it was carefully selected by them. , it took the two of them decades of effort.

Nanshan touched her face, and a drop of crystal fell down. This was really Qionglin, where they practiced painting appreciation. Her happiest time as the young master of the Mountain God was the time she spent in Qionglin with him. .

Now, tens of millions of years have passed, and the vicissitudes of life have made it feel like a lifetime ago.

Xuan Qingyi's big hand gently fell on Nanshan's shoulder and tightened. He knew what she was thinking at this time. Things have changed and people have changed. Fortunately, they are still together.

After coming out of here and returning to the replica private room of Wutong Garden, I saw that the Holy Master and everyone had already had a good rest and had sobered up from the wine.

Having almost eaten and drank, everyone was preparing to go back home. This time Xuan Qingyi and Nanshan took a carriage alone, and the Holy Master and the others were too lazy to join in their fun.

On the way, Xuanqing also received a letter from Goshawk, saying that everyone in Nanshan Yun would return home tomorrow.

"That's fine, I'm also looking forward to them coming back soon." She quickly smoothed the hair of the family, so that she would have more time to do her own things.

When Xuan Qingyi heard these words, he had a different feeling: "What? Are you so eager to see your 'relatives'? Are you tired of staying in Wormwood Alley?"

Seeing the darkening eyes on the other side, Nanshan quickly stood up and sat next to him, tugged on his sleeves, and looked at him softly: "Xuan Qingyi, you know that's not what I meant. I just want to fight them quickly. Make a quick decision and live my happy life."

"With you." After adding this sentence, Xuan Qingyi showed a look of relief on his face. Nanshan sighed softly, tilted his head and leaned on his shoulder, and put his little hand into his palm.

She knew that his magical power was gone, and the iron wall he had built for her in his heart was crumbling, and his determination to protect her had gone from natural to powerless. She understood him, and felt a little distressed.