Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

The golden bamboo scroll is extremely precious. If it is stored properly, it will not be damaged too seriously.

It is not impossible to preserve it for tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of years.

But in contrast, writing words on the golden bamboo scroll requires a lot of spiritual power as support.

Especially the wedding invitations written for Empress Qingyue, which require great care.

"So tired..."

After writing more than ten golden bamboo scrolls, Saint Fanhua felt a little tired.

But...

"I didn't expect Qingyue to really make up her mind to hold a wedding."

The pen in her hand hovered in the air, and her eyes could not help but stop for a moment.

As a good girlfriend for a hundred years, although Qingyue usually behaves very coldly and even bullies people from time to time.

Saint Fanhua knows very well the true character of Empress Qingyue, who is respected by the world, hidden behind her coldness and arrogance.

Although those two people are so sweet and enviable all day long, the empress actually found her own happiness.

She was able to make such a firm decision and even said it without hesitation.

Even though it was a little sweet, she couldn't help but feel a warm current flowing through her heart, and she was happy for Chu Qingyue from the bottom of her heart.

She once thought it was a long way off, but she didn't expect that she might actually see it with her own eyes one day.

As the only good girlfriend around the empress, no matter how tired she is today, she must complete it!

A warm smile appeared on the corner of the mouth of the Saint of Flowers. Suddenly, even the hand holding the pen seemed to eliminate all fatigue and burned with unprecedented fighting spirit.

'Qingyue, don't worry, just an invitation, let this Saint help you! '

A dazzling golden light appeared on the tip of the pen, and with the flow of spiritual energy on it, the Saint of Flowers wrote faster.

One by one, the invitations with golden silk and bamboo scrolls were completed quickly under her hands. The Saint of Flowers was working hard here without complaint.

"So fast!

Damn it, in order to have a taste of the human race's wedding banquet, I have to speed up.

I want to sit at the table with the children!"

Seeing the Saint of Flowers working so hard, Ao Lan was obviously shocked.

The little tail was raised with high fighting spirit, and he accelerated the speed of writing with full fighting spirit.

The handwriting written under the blessing of the dragon race's ancestral bloodline obviously made the golden bamboo scroll flow with a different kind of spiritual energy.

For a while, the Saint of Flowers and Ao Lan seemed to have entered a competitive mode, and their speed kept speeding up.

After writing a golden bamboo scroll, they looked at each other from time to time, as if they wanted to surpass each other.

"Damn, you are a saint indeed. I didn't expect you to be so fast!"

"Hehe, your little dragon is not bad.

Writing on the golden bamboo scroll is far from being as simple as it looks. I didn't expect you to be able to keep up with my speed."

"Of course.

And, I have something even better!

Look at the unique skill of this dragon king, three pens for one use!"

After the voice fell, Ao Lan not only held a pen in each hand.

The dragon's tail, which was as soft and silky as a brush, was also dipped in ink.

"No way, the dragon's tail can actually be used as a pen, and it's better than handwriting. This is simply cheating!

Why are you working so hard? Is the kid's table really that delicious!"

The Saint of Flowers did not expect Ao Lan's actions at all. She no longer dared to slack off and hurriedly accelerated her speed.

"Swish, swish, swish."

For a while, the entire Tianyun Palace was silent, with only the sound of writing echoing.

Even the completed golden bamboo scrolls were piled up like a small mountain.

Time passed slowly, and I don’t know how many hours had passed.

Seeing that the sun had already set, the sky was covered with stars.

Ao Lan finally ran out of strength, sighed, and stretched her waist a few times.

"Huh, I'm so tired, I've written a full three hundred invitations."

As she said that, she touched the frosted dragon tail that was a little red with heartache.

"Well, me too, with you, the naughty little dragon who used the dragon tail together, my hand is almost numb from writing..."

Ordinary physical labor is not worth mentioning for a cultivator, but after writing the golden bamboo scroll for a whole day, Ao Lan and the Saint of Flowers were obviously very tired.

But fortunately, at this rate, it will be almost finished by dawn.

Moreover, there is the empress next to them...

"Wait, where is the empress?"

At this time, the man and the dragon suddenly realized this problem.

When they first started writing the wedding invitations, the Empress was writing beside them, making them think that she was accompanying them in the fight.

But obviously, the number of invitations written by Chu Qingyue was less than that of the one man and the dragon.

‘That’s not right, the Empress’s mastery of swordsmanship far exceeds ours.

Logically speaking, the speed of writing the Golden Silk and Bamboo Scroll should be very fast, why shouldn’t it be so slow? ’

The Flower Saint seemed a little confused.

After all, over the years, she knew very well that Chu Qingyue could not be the kind of lazy person.

Why was the speed so slow this time...

At this moment, looking at the corner far away from the Tianyun Palace, the Flower Saint and Ao Lan noticed that the Empress had already sat on the rocking chair that was moved from nowhere.

Beside her, Nie Chen approached and gently put a piece of clothing on her.

“You must be tired after staying up so late.”

The evening breeze was cool, Nie Chen pulled Chu Qingyue's hand to his mouth and exhaled a breath of warm air.

The warm wind gently rolled over his right hand, which was very comfortable. Chu Qingyue couldn't help but whispered with some resentment:

"Actually, I'm not that tired...

You were worried that I would catch a cold, so you took me to change into thicker clothes.

Then he brought me Tremella and Lotus Seed Congee, saying it was nourishing.

For such a long time, I haven't written many invitations."

"It seems to be true..."

Thinking back, Nie Chen couldn't help but smile, and had to say:

"I'm worried about your health, my wife. What if you are exhausted and not beautiful on the wedding day?"

"If I'm not beautiful, will you not marry me?"

"Of course not, even if you become smaller like entering the underworld, I will still marry you.

I just hope that the empress on the wedding can become the most beautiful existence in the world."

"Hmm~"

I never thought that Nie Chen's words would be impeccable.

Under the moonlight, Chu Qingyue didn't know what to say for a moment, so she had to turn her head halfway in panic, pulling the clothes draped over her shoulders to try to cover her pretty face.

However, the familiar smell from Nie Chen's clothes made her cheeks slightly redder, revealing a different kind of cold beauty under the moonlight.

"No wonder the empress's work efficiency is so low, it turns out that she secretly showed her affection all day behind our backs (ó﹏ò。)!"

Finally understanding why the empress's work efficiency was so low today, the Saint of Flowers and Ao Lan suddenly felt that their stomachs, which had not eaten all day, were filled.

Report, the empress is not working hard, she is slacking off and showing off her love!