Palace Lord, he just wants to be beautiful

Xiao Changli couldn't help laughing: "Then pick it up, my subordinates will come back later, if the palace master has something to do, he can find Guardian Zuo."

After Xiao Changli resigned, only Tang Huan was left in front of the Lihua Cave Mansion.

He stood there for a long time, looking at the green fan pendant in his hand, when Tang Huan didn't know why, he closed his fingers in front of him, and crushed the valuable fan pendant into powder.

That hand trembled slightly, as if it was filled with hatred.

Tang Huan was stunned.

By the time he realized it, his body had already walked into the Lihua Cave. Ye Zhilan didn't get up to greet him. He stood in front of the table and concentrated on painting. For some reason, his face was a little ugly.

Tang Huan walked in and took a look, and instantly understood.

The person in that painting was actually Yan Fei, and it seemed that he was using the power of the avenue to spy on Yan Fei's future due to the "excessive power" of the original owner.

Tang Huan now understood why the Eighteen Cave Mansion had such a shadow over Yan Fei. The original owner no longer liked Yan Fei, but was purely infatuated.

It is not easy for Ye Zhilan to spy on people who have nothing to do with him. That beautiful face is slightly pale, and it is extremely difficult to write every time. Tang Huan wants him to take a rest, but the original owner is indifferent to it. We can only "watch with cold eyes" with him.

"You are too weak."

Tang Huan heard himself say coldly: "I practice with you most often, why are you still so weak?"

Looking at Ye Zhilan's eyes, there was no rain in the pear blossoms, but with a smile: "If the palace master came every day, I should not be so weak."

Ye Zhilan spent three whole days painting this painting. In the painting, Yan Fei is dressed as a woman, with various charms and charms. She doesn't know which sect is learning the way of disguise.

If he didn't know the person in the painting, Ye Zhilan might have praised the peerless beauty, but because he knew that it was Yan Fei, Ye Zhilan could only find it hard to say.

"The last one was dressed as a fox, and this one is dressed as a woman. The head of the Shuiyue Sect is really unique."

Tang Huan picked up the painting, his voice was much softer than before, with a faint smile, "Where is this?"

"There are colorful swallowtail butterflies in the painting, it should be Rosemary Valley."

"Is it far?"

"It's far away in Xizhou."

Only when talking about Yan Fei, the original owner would talk more. He seemed to be unable to see the extremely weak Ye Zhilan, and only had Yan Fei in the painting in his eyes.

It wasn't until Ye Zhilan's brush fell and made a sound that he turned his gaze lightly, "I'm sleeping here tonight."

The brush slowly rolled down to Tang Huan's feet. He lowered his eyelashes, and when Ye Zhilan's fingers approached, a layer of frost quickly formed on the brush at his feet.

He just watched quietly without saying anything, but the cold pressure made people dare not get any closer.

Tang Huan was taken aback by himself.

Ye Zhilan's fingertips froze in the middle of the journey, and finally got up disappointed, and took the brush back with spiritual energy from the air.

It was only then that Tang Huan remembered that the original owner didn't like to be approached by others. Back in Changhuan Hall, Jiang Lianzhi just tugged his sleeve, and the atmosphere in Shibadong Mansion became extremely strange.

Ye Zhilan took back the brush and asked seriously: "Is it because the palace master stays overnight because he loves me, or because he wants me to draw a painting earlier."

He put the painting into the Mustard Seed Space, threw a few seven-star lotus seeds to Ye Zhilan, "Next time, I'll kill you." Then he left the Lihua Cave Mansion.

After Duan Guang returned to Xiuzhu Garden, his memory began to be monotonous and terrifying.

Sitting on the bamboo chair in the house, he looked through the open porch, from the early morning light to the branches on the moon, what changed was the sky, but the scenery remained unchanged.

The body in the dream is like a motionless puppet, just sitting quietly in Xiuzhu Garden for a whole day, Ru Mo's eyes are empty, unable to reflect the sun, moon and stars, only endless darkness.

There are only a few cannon fodder described in the book, except for a setting that is obsessed with Yan Fei, it seems that even the soul is not placed.

It wasn't until the evening when Xiao Changli came into view again that Tang Huan felt that this body had regained its warmth.

"Why is the Palace Master sitting here?"

"Wait for you."

Xiao Changli always had a gentle smile on his face, and now the smile was stronger than usual, and he patted his head like the picture in the jade talisman of Wan Dao Continent.

Tang Huan didn't expect Xiao Changli to be so bold before, nor did he think that the original owner didn't run away.

"The subordinate went down to the realm. Although he failed to catch Yan Fei, he brought back a gift to the Palace Master this time."

Xiao Changli took out a lifelike puppet in human form. The puppet was dressed in red and had blank eyes. It was Xiaocui in his space.

Tang Huan was extremely surprised, he said that there seemed to be something missing in Xiuzhu Garden, Xiaocui was not made by the original owner himself, but by Xiao Changli.

His subordinate is not only considerate, but also omnipotent!

Not only him, but the original owner also seemed surprised, staring blankly at the puppet in front of him, unable to react for a while.

He heard himself asking tremblingly, "Can I hug you?"

Xiao Changli laughed softly, another fan pendant was hung on the handle of the jade fan at some point.

"This is a gift for the palace lord, the palace lord can do whatever he wants."

……

Tang Huan was very curious about how the teeth marks on Xiaocui's lips were left, but he didn't remember this part. When he hugged Xiaocui, he woke up from his sleep.

In his memory, he hugged a puppet, but in reality he was embraced by a real person.

The stars in the sea of ​​stars are shining brightly, but under the deep sea, there is no distinction between day and night like the boundary of the earth. In the dark cave, Tang Huan blinked to adapt, and he couldn't tell the difference between dreams and reality.

Even the words in the ear are similar to the dream.

"I slept for eleven hours this time." Yan Fei's voice was a little hoarse: "You seem to be sleeping for longer."

Tang Huan was at a loss, he had no sense of time when he fell asleep, for him it was just closing and opening his eyes.

"Have I slept for so long?" Feeling the spiritual energy in his body, he sat up uncomfortably from Yan Fei's arms: "What day is today?"

"The fourth day of the first lunar month." Yan Fei leaned against the head of the bed, the dark color made those eyes extremely deep: "Did you have a dream just now?"

"It was a dream."

"You called Xiao Changli's name."

Tang Huan was a little surprised, and didn't want to say that the whole dream revolved around you. After thinking about it, he simply admitted, "Well, I miss him."

He admitted that he missed his father.