The Emperor is kidnapped, and the useless daughter destroys the three realms

Why is he here?

wrong!

When did he arrive? She hadn't heard a sound from him.

"This white jade token is a useful item. You may want to take it."

Fu Ling was dressed in a black robe and had the same mask on his face as hers. He had a cold aura and was like a cedar on the top of a mountain, exuding a noble and cold aura.

He took the white jade order from Song Ziyi and put it in Ruan Xihe's hand.

"You...you are..." Song Ziyi pointed at Fu Ling with a look of horror on his face and stammered.

Then he suddenly put his finger down, "Why are you here... No... "

"Hmm?" Fu Ling raised the last line of his voice.

Song Ziyi waved his hands quickly, "I didn't say anything, nothing."

Ruan Xihe looked confused after hearing these words. She looked at the two people with different expressions and looked bewildered.

"Do you know each other?"

"I don't know him!" Song Ziyi answered almost immediately like a conditioned reflex.

But Fu Ling did not answer her question, and did not even glance at Song Ziyi.

There must be something wrong with both of them!

But it was none of her business. If the two of them didn't want to talk about it, there was no point in her asking further.

"A few days ago, the Venerable One accidentally obtained a Snow Spirit Fruit. Today, I will take this opportunity to give it to you." Fu Ling took out a round fruit covered with frost and handed it to Song Ziyi.

Then he added coldly, "As a return gift for the White Jade Order you gave her."

Ruan Xihe inexplicably felt that Fu Ling's words were awkward.

As if she belonged to him...

Song Ziyi looked at the crystal clear, frosted fruit and his heart moved.

This time, he went out to find the Snow Spirit Fruit to refine a seventh-grade elixir...

But this matter was kept extremely secret, and even the people who came with him to protect him didn't know about it.

So how did he know?

Song Ziyi turned his gaze back to Fu Ling again. The more he looked at him, the more he felt that he was like that person...

But that person should be over there now...

But then again, Song Ziyi gave the White Jade Order to Ruan Xihe because he really wanted to, and it was not for the Snow Spirit Fruit.

"My sister treats me well. It was my own will to give her the White Jade Token. You don't have to repay me."

Fu Ling moved his fingertips slightly, and the Snow Spirit Fruit entered Song Ziyi's arms. Frost soaked his clothes, freezing Song Ziyi so much that he shivered and screamed immediately.

"Hiss...Ha! Oh...so cold!"

"If I tell you to take it, just take it."

Ruan Xihe seemed to sense that Song Ziyi needed the Snow Spirit Fruit. She burst into laughter and said to Song Ziyi, "If he asks you to take it, just take it."

Ruoruo said that although the Snow Spirit Fruit is hard to come by, it is not a rare thing.

When she finds the Snow Spirit Fruit tree and plants it in the space, will she still be afraid of not having Snow Spirit Fruit?

Then she can just give Fu Ling eight or ten.

"Okay then." Song Ziyi hurriedly and carefully put the Snow Spirit Fruit into a special box, and then stuffed it into the storage space.

"Are you not leaving yet?" Fu Ling glanced at Song Ziyi and said coldly.

"Ah?" Song Ziyi was stunned.

Suddenly I realized that I was talking to him, "Oh..."

Then he walked away from the two of them, looking back every few steps. When he was about to reach a big tree where a group of people were waiting for him, he suddenly turned around and grinned at the two of them.

"You two have the same masks, no, that's not right!"

Song Ziyi raised his eyebrows, revealing his signature little fangs, and smiled mysteriously.

"But sister, I think this is okay, come on!"

"What nonsense are you talking about, little brat!" Ruan Xihe's face turned red under the mask. She raised her fist and wanted to punch Song Ziyi from a distance.

But Song Ziyi had anticipated her move, so he turned around and ran away. The group of people under the tree immediately swarmed after him.

Ruan Xihe gritted her teeth in anger. She put down her fist angrily, lowered her head and explained to Fu Ling in a muffled voice, "This little brat likes to talk nonsense. Don't be angry."

"not angry."

Under the mask, Fu Ling's mouth corners slightly curved, and his eyes rarely curved, less fierce. He nodded, "I think he has a straightforward personality and is a good person."

"He is indeed a good person, but next time we meet, I will definitely not let him go!" Ruan Xihe rubbed his hands and gritted his teeth angrily.

"You just think about fighting and killing all day long. Can you think of something else?" Fu Ling was in a good mood and reached out to gently touch her forehead.

Ruan Xihe pouted and said unconvincedly, "If you don't want to fight and kill, what else do you want?"

"Miss you?"

Fu Ling: “!”

His heartbeat suddenly quickened, his breathing became disordered, his body stiffened, and he swallowed nervously.

Since when did her words and deeds have an impact on him...

Was it when he lifted the seal for her that night?

Is it when she cooked noodles for herself?

Or earlier?

Fu Ling's ears were burning, and her cheeks were as red and beautiful as the peach blossoms blooming in the mountains in spring.

But fortunately, the mask blocked it and no one could see it.

Noticing Fu Ling's abnormality, Ruan Xihe took off his mask and stuck out his tongue guiltily.

"Sorry, I was just kidding..."

How could she forget!

He is the emperor, how can you make fun of him so easily!

She laughed heartlessly and reached out to tug at his wide sleeves, "I promise, I won't make fun of you again. I forgot this time, don't be angry..."

Under the mask, Fu Ling frowned and began to reflect on himself.

Is he prone to anger?

When did he get angry?

But in Ruan Xihe's eyes, this look became a tacit agreement...

She angrily withdrew her hand, crossed her arms over her chest, and turned her head away, "If you get angry again, I will be angry!"

When he heard that she was going to be angry, Fu Ling's deep eyes moved slightly, and he immediately explained in a panic, "I am not angry."

"puff--"

Ruan Xihe covered her mouth and laughed softly, her shoulders shaking slightly.

What she said was just a joke from her previous life.

I didn't expect Fu Ling to be so stupid.

The more I think about it, the funnier it gets...

Fu Ling's pupils shrank slightly and her shoulders trembled. Was she crying?

From childhood to adulthood, he had basically had no contact with women, and the only woman he had contacted was his own secret guard Wushuang.

But even if it was Wushuang, they only said less than ten sentences.

I don’t even know how to comfort a woman when she is crying.

Fu Ling was a little at a loss. He reached out and took Ruan Xihe's hand that was covering her mouth, held her in his arms, patted her back gently, and spoke in a warm voice.

"I am really not angry."

The tone is inexplicably helpless and... doting?

Hearing the "boom, boom, boom" sound of his heartbeat, Ruan Xihe widened his eyes and blinked in confusion.

Is this a crazy situation?

He didn't think she was crying!

She raised her head weakly and glanced quickly at Fu Ling's face, but he was wearing a mask and she couldn't see anything.

But Fu Ling saw that there were no traces of tears on her face, and the fingers that were patting her back suddenly froze, not knowing whether to pat her or put her down.