Quickly wear the host, she is willing to help others

"It seems there are a lot of people..."

She said, it is impossible that everyone in the Heavenly Palace is a doormat who only accepts anger but does not resist.

"Tiangong is just playing tricks on us." Miaozhen was furious.

Changyan gave her another touch of immortality: "Miaozhen, please stay here. In the past few days, I will study hard and figure out a way to lift the confinement. Although you can't move around here, you can They are most likely to ignore the existence. Now, seize the time to practice, improve your cultivation, hide yourself, and wait for the opportunity."

Miaozhen agreed: "Okay."

Yong Lan loves to talk, and she has already started chatting with Xiu Xiu, so the conversation is not so boring. Danshu still stayed away from them and fished her own fish.

A laughter as crisp as silver bells came, and the rich and colorful clothes and colorful embroidered clothes came into view. The Ninth Princess came stepping on the flowers. When she rolled her hands, the petals in the garden fell off one after another, and some of the whole flowers fell off. Circling around the Ninth Princess.

When you see a superior deity, you must bow.

The fairies in the garden stood up one after another, bowed, and stood in an orderly manner.

Chan Xin clapped her hands: "The princess is so beautiful!"

The Ninth Princess danced gracefully, scattering her flowers. The petals spread instantly and fell down one after another, which was so beautiful.

The Ninth Princess playfully raised her chin: "Am I beautiful?"

Here, only Chan Xin can speak.

Chan's heart turned red: "If I were a man, I would have been fascinated by the Ninth Princess."

"You're the one with the sweetest words." The Ninth Princess smiled sweetly and turned to look at the petals scattered on the ground. "The ground is bare and doesn't look good. It would be more beautiful if it were full of petals. You, go to the Yaochi to find the Flower God and bring some colorful petals. I The ground needs to be covered. Invite sisters to come and play."

Ninth Princess pointed at Xiuxiu casually. Xiuxiu was stunned and quickly leaned over to obey the order: "Yes, Ninth Princess."

The Ninth Princess was about to walk back to the main hall with broken steps, but suddenly she stopped, turned towards Changyan, and asked, "Are you the fairy who told the story of the phoenix begging for the phoenix the day before yesterday?"

Changyan responded: "My slave Zhuxuan, Feng Qiuhuang also heard about it from others."

"In that case, come with me." The Ninth Princess stopped looking at her appearance.

She chatted and laughed with Chan Xin and went back, with Changyan following behind in a low-key manner.

The Ninth Princess got stuck: "Bamboo..."

Changyan immediately said: "Does the Ninth Princess have any instructions for Zhuxuan?"

The Ninth Princess was very satisfied with her knowledge: "Chanxin, bring me some fruits. Zhuxuan, the story you told about Zhuo Wenjun and Sima Xiangru was very good. Have you heard of other stories? Tell me about it, Princess. .”

"Yes, according to legend, when Nuwa was refining stones to mend the sky, she made 36,501 stubborn stones at Wuji Cliff in Dahuang Mountain with a height of 12 feet and a diameter of 24 feet. Emperor Wa He only spent 36,500 yuan, and only one piece was left unused, so he abandoned it under the Qinggeng Peak of this mountain..."

Changyan directly recited Dream of Red Mansions to them. The Ninth Princess and Chan Xin were eating fruits and listening in enchantment.

Just as they were listening intoxicated, Chang Yan stopped and said, "Ninth Princess, it's getting late. It's time for Ninth Princess to rest. We'll talk to Ninth Princess tomorrow."

Ninth Princess curled her lips, and Chanxin advised: "Ninth Princess, you still want to invite the eight princesses to come and play, but don't let the eldest princess hear this. The eldest princess is very opposed to you listening to this."

In this case, the Ninth Princess had no choice but to give up and waved her hand casually: "You can go down now."

"Yes, Ninth Princess."

Changyan didn't say much. After retreating, the sky in Tiangong became dark.

The moonlight is cold and the ground is covered with silver frost. The stars drag their long tails across the sky. Changyan walked into the garden.

Miaozhen's voice rang in her ears: "You told the Ninth Princess about Dream of Red Mansions." Changyan asked: "Can you hear from such a long distance?"

Miaozhen explained: "Yeah, I can hear it throughout the Nine Princesses Palace,"

Changyan's eyes flashed: "Just in time, if I transplant you to the Marriage Palace, would you like it?"

"The Palace of Marriage? Why the Palace of Marriage?"

"Yue Lao can control the marriage in the world. Instead of going to the Universal Immortal Lord to inquire, it is better to go to the Marriage Hall and start from Yue Lao. Miaozhen, the little immortal who resisted and was thrown into the mortal world, had a tragic fate. Marriage It must be tragic and special. Since you have this ability, Marriage Palace is the most suitable one. Help me find out where they are."

The universal immortal king controls the ups and downs of everyone's fate, life and death.

The information Changyan has learned in the past two days is limited, and he still needs to move around more.

Miaozhen agreed: "Okay, I'll go to the Marriage Hall. How are you going to send me there?"

"This is not a difficult task, you just need to tell me how to get to the Marriage Hall."

Changyan carefully removed Miaozhen's peony flower and put it away. There was an inquiring look from behind, and out of the corner of her face, she saw that it was Dan Shu, and she turned her eyes lightly and paid no attention.

With Miaozhen's guidance and her extremely sharp appearance, she easily avoided the patrolling and guarding heavenly soldiers, and entered the Palace of Marriage as if in a no-man's land.

Marriage is entangled with red threads, a sea of ​​flowers, and beautiful faces move wonderful treasures into peonies.

He carefully covered it up so as not to attract attention.

"You are so powerful, you shouldn't be a low-level immortal." Miaozhen asked.

Changyan explained: "I am a spirit who grew up from green bamboo in the mountains. I have practiced for nearly a thousand years before I became an immortal. The immortals who come up now are all low-level immortals. What's more, we wait for the spirits to become immortals. I look down upon you."

To become an immortal is not to become a mount for the immortal kings and fairies, or to be a gatekeeper for fun. They are all low-level immortals.

"There are three, six, and nine levels of deities. This is the most speechless thing for me. Zhuxuan, how can I contact you in the future?"

"I will come to you. The rest of the time you can practice in peace."

"Zhuxuan, the story you told the Ninth Princess is very nice. The Ninth Princess will like it, right?" Miaozhen asked tentatively.

Changyan looked at the marriage tree full of red lines and smiled: "I will not be attached to the Ninth Princess. The Ninth Princess loves to hear heart-wrenching love stories. Tell her that I need more time from her. "

She needs to explore the Heavenly Palace and have more contact with the fairies below.

"Miaozhen, the lingering love, the alliance between wood and stone, and the good relationship between gold and jade are all manifestations. It is not mainly about this, but how the nine princesses bullied the little immortal, and how the great immortal of the Tiangong bullied the little immortal. This is where the Marriage Palace is concerned. Here you go.”

Changyan said, walking quietly to the marriage tree.

There were quite a few people guarding the place outside, but not many people inside.

Circles of red thread were scattered on the ground. Changyan took off one of the red threads and felt it for a while. Then he wrapped the red thread around it expressionlessly, took a wooden sign and wrapped it around it, and the red thread spread out.

Changyan took three red threads and walked away. On the side of the road, he saw a heavenly soldier standing guard in the corner. He quietly approached and cast a holding spell on him: "Don't be afraid, I'm just doing an experiment."

Changyan wrapped the red thread around his and Tianbing's wrists, and the red thread spread out.

Changyan cast a spell to make this heavenly soldier forget this memory.

Later, she found Yong Lan and continued the experiment.

Facts have proved that red threads cannot control the emotions of gods.