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Changyan silently took in the surrounding environment: "I wonder what kind of story the Ninth Princess would like to hear?"

The Ninth Princess pointed with her tender white finger: "I want to hear a touching love story. Like that of Chan Xin and her parents."

Changyan raised his head with confusion in his eyes: "Please forgive me, Ninth Princess. Zhuxuan has just become an immortal and knows very little about everything in heaven. May I ask Ninth Princess, what is the story of Chan Xin and his parents?"

The Ninth Princess became interested, with a look of yearning on her face, and her tone became softer: "It's too boring in the Heavenly Palace. This is not allowed, and that is not allowed. It is cold, impersonal, and too boring. Back then, Chan Xin’s mother, regardless of heaven’s rules, descended to earth to marry her father.”

"I only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals." The Ninth Princess said word by word. The Ninth Princess held her head in one hand and stretched out a finger on the other hand to draw. A heart made of peach blossoms appeared, "I want to Look at the love that breaks through all the obstacles and stays together without hesitation. How brave."

Changyan curled his lips: "When I was in the mortal world, I heard such a story. The Zhuo family of the iron-making family had a daughter, Zhuo Wenjun, who was beautiful, good at music, and good at poetry... Sima Xiangru did it The Prime Minister felt that Zhuo Wenluo's youth had passed away, his appearance was gone, and he had the desire to take a concubine. Zhuo Wenjun wrote a white-headed chant, as white as snow on the mountain, as bright as the moon in the clouds. I heard that you had two opinions, so I came to resolve it... When Sima Xiangru saw this letter, he regretted it so much that he gave up his intention to take concubines and welcomed Zhuo Wenjun back, and the two of them lived a happy life together."

"Is there really such a thing?" Ninth Princess looked extremely excited.

Changyan looked at the time: "It's just a story I heard occasionally. Maybe there is a prototype, maybe someone else made it up."

Princess Ninth waved her hand: "The story told today is good. You go down and do your work."

"Yes."

Chang Yan bowed slightly and stepped back.

The Ninth Princess took Chan Xin and sat down: "I hope that we will be together forever. How wonderful it is."

Chan Xin smiled: "Although Tiangong said that my mother was wrong, I think she was right. Pursuing the life you want is freedom. My mother is very brave."

The Ninth Princess nodded in agreement: "I must be so brave too."

She turned around and stood up, lying on the couch, swinging her feet: "Chanxin, how many words do you have left?"

Chan Xin took it out and flipped through it: "There is another story. It seems that I have to go down to earth to collect some more."

The Ninth Princess took the story book in Chan Xin's hand and flipped through it: "They are all old tricks and boring. It's not as romantic as the story Zhu Xuan told today about Sima Xiangru and Zhuo Wenjun, Phoenix begging for Phoenix, how romantic."

"Princess wants to hear romantic stories. I will go down to earth tomorrow to search for them." Chan Xin put away all the story books to avoid being seen by others.

The Ninth Princess had a thought and took Chan Xin to the Marriage Hall. Yue Lao came out and said, "How come the Ninth Princess has time to come to Lao Chan's Marriage Hall?"

"You can see the mortal world from here. Let me take a look." Ninth Princess had a clear purpose and walked over with Chan Xin.

Yue Lao said with a smile: "Ninth Princess, there happens to be a Flower Festival in the mortal world. It would be good for you to take a look here to relieve your boredom."

The Ninth Princess leaned half against the tree: "Hua Chao Jie... um, is it the Hua Chao Jie in the storybook?"

Yue Lao glanced at Chan Xin and touched his beard: "That's right. Every February 15th is the Flower Festival. Unmarried men and women go out on this day and hold a flower in their hands. If they meet the destined person, , they will exchange flowers and tokens with each other, and wait for family members to come to propose marriage."

Chan Xin leaned against the Ninth Princess and looked down to the lower world: "Princess, you are so beautiful. Look, there is a poetry gathering there and the Flower Goddess is parading around the streets."

Yue Lao saw that Princess Ninth's gaze was attracted to her, he touched his beard, stopped talking, and turned to work.

"Zhuxuan, are you sitting here with all the flower branches cut off?" came a questioning female voice.

"They've all been cut off." Changyan would not be so honest as to not use magic. It is up to the person making the wish to describe their experience and wishes. The inconvenience is obvious. They only know the general outline but not the details.

For example, she didn't know who the fairy in front of her was or what her position was.

The fairy looked suspicious: "Since there is nothing else, I will go to the back hall to sweep the fallen leaves."

"Yes."

Changyan took the broom and went over.

The princess palace of the ninth princess is very big, and there is an acacia tree planted in it. The acacia tree is very big, with lush branches and leaves, covering half of the princess palace.

The leaves of the acacia tree are colorful, and there is light flowing on them, which is very beautiful. On weekdays, several princesses like to dance under the trees or run to the branches to play.

There was a little fairy sweeping up the fallen leaves without much effort. When he saw Changyan coming, he smiled and asked, "What do you call the fairy? I am a newly ascended person with a great reputation."

Changyan came over with a broom and swept: "My name is Zhuxuan. I have been ascending for a hundred years."

Changyan swept the fallen leaves and lowered his head to remind her: "Xiuxiu, the Tiangong hierarchy is strictly disciplined. Chatting is considered laziness. If you are punished, you must move your broom."

Xiuxiu quickly swept it away: "It turns out that when you become a god, you also have to sweep the floor for the gods."

Xiuxiu looked around and saw no one, so she chatted with Changyan: "Fairy Zhuxuan, how did you ascend?"

"Do good deeds, and your merits will soar. What about you?" Changyan swept the leaves of the acacia tree over and then swept them back to their original positions.

Xiuxiu looked proud: "I also rose up by doing good deeds. I came back late that day and found that the water had risen. Looking at the rain, I thought it would rain again, so I knocked on the door from door to door to ask them to avoid the water. I persuaded some people for a long time, I couldn't move, but finally I was persuaded. The flash flood came in. I saw a child was swept away by the water, so I went to save him. Then I swallowed the golden light in the water and became an immortal. I never thought I could become an immortal in my life. .”

Xiuxiu is an easily satisfied person and adapts quickly. Although Tiangong is different from what she thought, she can accept it.

"The opportunity has come." Zhang Yan smiled and continued to sweep leaves one after another. It's like not doing any work.

"As long as I work hard enough, I can be a master in the future and manage other fairies!" Xiu Xiu was willing and motivated.

After a long day of sweeping, I gave myself some rest time, and after Chang Yantou found out where the room was, I went to check it out.

The room was very simple, with two beds inside. The one on the left was hers, and the one on the right was Fan Shu, a little fairy who had ascended for a long time. Zhuxuan came here with talent and was not familiar with Danshu.

Danshu is a relatively taciturn person who doesn't talk much.

Changyan observed her for a day and found that she went to work step by step every day and came back to lie down without saying a word, just closing her eyes to rest.

Changyan said this to the fairies working underneath. They needed to wash clothes. Each of them was holding a basin of clothes. Changyan and the two fairies Danshu and Yonglan went to Tianhe to wash clothes.

There are heavenly soldiers guarding you along the way. Danshu is an old man, and most of the great gods in the heavenly palace know each other. Along the way, when meeting gods with high positions, Danshu will lead them and greet them.

Although these gods will not say a word to them, salutes are indispensable.