It's not good! All the male protagonists are in love with me

Hua Xiangrong and Zhu Yanjing didn't know each other at all.

So he could only be an old friend of the old monarch.

He was involved in every incident, and Lan Qingya could not ignore his suspiciousness.

She listed him as the first suspect, took the jade slip and handed it to Hua Xiangrong: "First, mourn the old king, and then we will go to the heaven to investigate together."

Hua Xiangrong's eyes were filled with tears as she looked at Lan Qingya: "Will Master Uncle... and Master stay with me?"

Lan Qingya turned around and looked at Gong Yijue, who nodded.

"Well, I'll accompany you. You need to cheer up. You are still the one who is in charge of these things here."

Hua Xiangrong calmed down a little and nodded: "I know."

Ignoring Tang Jiao's protest, Yi Ge said, "King, Supreme God Miaoqing, Marshal Luo Yun, Marshal Anshun, and several other gods and immortals, our Heavenly Lord has told us to return in time after the ceremony, so I will take the eldest lady back first."

Lan Qingya looked at the usually calm God and saw the hidden anxiety in his eyes. She said calmly, "That's fine."

As she spoke, she turned around and hugged Tang Jiao, who looked disappointed: "Follow me back obediently. We'll talk about entering Qingxutian when we get back. Okay?"

Tang Jiao has always been obedient to her master. She pouted and nodded, "Okay."

Those who had some friendship with the mermaids had just attended the coronation ceremony and did not need to leave, but continued to attend the funeral of the old monarch.

It's really sad and sigh-worthy.

Some people were outraged and condemned the murderer of the old monarch.

Someone sighed and comforted Hua Xiangrong, who had dry eyes and had not shed tears since finding his father's body.

Hua Xiangrong thanked him politely and buried the old king accompanied by Lan Qingya Gong Yi Jue and others.

On the way back to the palace, they were stopped.

Hundreds of thousands of mermaids could not swallow this humiliation and demanded that the murderer pay with blood.

Hua Xiangrong looked at these tribesmen and said firmly: "I will find the murderer and kill him myself to avenge my father!"

"The king is mighty!"

"Long live the king!"

"kill him!"

The angry roar echoed through the seabed.

At night, Lan Qingya didn't feel sleepy at all.

It is impossible to enter a state of concentration even when meditating.

She was worried about Hua Xiangrong.

The last time she came, she could see that Hua Xiangrong had a very deep relationship with his father.

He has never vented his emotions since the old monarch passed away, and he will get sick from holding them back.

After thinking it over, she decided to go talk to him.

I opened the door and saw a person sitting outside.

The man lost his balance the moment she opened the door and leaned back.

Lan Qingya was surprised and hurriedly helped him up: "Rong'er... have you been drinking?"

Hua Xiangrong was pulled by her arm and stood up with the help of her strength, staggering and unsteady.

"How much have you drunk?"

Hua Xiangrong pulled the corners of her lips, as if she wanted to laugh, but what she revealed was a painful and bitter expression: "Uncle Master..."

Lan Qingya sighed and pulled the person in from outside.

Let him sit at the table and pour him a cup of tea.

"I was just about to look for you. Why didn't you knock on the door when you came? You were just standing outside like an idiot..."

Before Lan Qingya could finish her words, he hugged her.

He held her tightly in his arms, like a drowning man grabbing a piece of driftwood.

He buried his head in the crook of her neck and said in a muffled voice, "I'm afraid to disturb you."

Lan Qingya: "I won't bother you anytime you come to see me."

He said nothing, but just hugged her tighter.

After a long time, he finally spoke.

"My father has loved me since I was a child. No, I should say he loves and dotes on every child. Being his child is very relaxing, free and happy."

"I still remember when I was a kid, I was curious and went into a clam shell. I ended up being trapped by the clam spirit. I was very young at the time and was terrified."

"Finally, my father found me and kicked the clam monster with me. We both felt pain in our feet."

"His foot was bigger than mine, so he got caught and I escaped."

"I sneaked out to eat at a newly opened mortal-style restaurant and got diarrhea. My eldest brother and I let go of ten golden fish that were to be slaughtered for the banquet. Another time, out of curiosity, I burned my father's beard with fire."

Lan Qingya couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips, but she felt bitter in her mouth.

"He never lost his temper with me."

"Even when I grew up and joined Piao Miao Sect because I admired your name, he still let me do whatever I wanted."

Hua Xiangrong's voice choked with sobs as she spoke: "He was just an old man who loved to play. Why did that person want to kill him?"

Lan Qingya raised her hand and stroked his head.

Thick, soft hair like seaweed passed through her fingertips.

"We will find the murderer and avenge him."

"I will accompany you."

Feeling the gentle comfort from her, Hua Xiangrong buried her head deeper.

After a moment, Lan Qingya noticed something dripping and sliding down her shoulder to the ground.

She glanced at it and saw that they were pearls.

"It's okay, Rong'er, just cry it out."

The suppressed trembling eventually turned into low sobs, echoing in the room.

Hua Xiangrong followed them to the ninth heaven.

Accompanied by Lan Qingya, he went to find Zhu Yanjing as soon as possible.

Zhu Yanjing was ordered to go out on business and is not in the Ninth Heaven at the moment.

They could only ask the gods around him.

From this we learned that Immortal Lord Yan Jing was on duty in heaven on the day the old king died, and many people saw him.

In this case, the Red Face Mirror that appeared in the South China Sea becomes even more suspicious.

"So, someone transformed into Zhu Yanjing and killed your father."

Hua Xiangrong was very upset: "Who is that person?"

Lan Qingya: "It's either the person who gave him the magic weapon or that stupid guy."

Otherwise, why did the magic weapon disappear when the old king passed away?

It was obvious that the man was guilty and afraid of being investigated, so he took the initiative.

Lan Qingya patted his hands and said, "Don't worry, the truth will come out sooner or later. Come back to Qingxutian with me first."

After returning to the Thirty-Sixth Heaven, Lan Qingya wrote Hua Xiangrong's name into the Book of Heavenly Secrets, and the snow-white jade pillar of the immortal throne in the Qingxu Heaven that reached into the sky lit up.

From now on, Hua Xiangrong only needed to think about coming here.

He became the third god under the throne of Miaoqing God.

The first two are Fu Feng and Bai Churan.

Then she wrote Duan Muyang and Nuba's names on it.

This was what Lan Qingya discussed with them in a letter before going to the South China Sea, and she just received a reply after she came back.

Duan Muyang naturally agreed.

Nvba had already agreed when they separated last time, so out of respect, Lan Qingya still formally sent an invitation.

In this way, two god positions and three immortal positions in the Thirty-Six Heavens have been occupied.

Lan Qingya had just put down her pen when Ji Wushang and Gong Yijue came in from outside.

She and Hua Xiangrong looked up at the same time.

"Big Brother, Third Brother, what's going on?"

Ji Wushang first poured a cup of tea and drank it.

Gong Yijue replied, "The Great Emperor of the South Pole is in seclusion and will not see anyone."

Lan Qingya was surprised: "It's about his divine weapon, but he doesn't want to see it?"

Ji Wushang drank the tea, wiped his mouth and said, "That's right, we said it. The fairy under his seat only said that the emperor was in seclusion and would not see anyone."

"Like a puppet." Ji Wushang blew his bangs on his forehead, "Hey, don't you think the people under the Changsheng Emperor's seat are all stupid people passing the microphone?"