The almighty princess is beautiful and sassy

Chapter 1180 Your Son Is Three Years Old
The whole Zixia Residence was so quiet that the sound of Zixia flowers falling could be clearly heard.

Seeing this scene, Luo Qingyin shook her head, retracted the foot that had already been bought into the door, turned around and left.

Ying Yi was startled, and wanted to call her back, but as Ziyunchen's bodyguard, Luo Qingyin was not only Ziyunchen's quasi-princess, but also the master of Mingmen, he couldn't be so rude, so he could only helplessly Watching Luo Qingyin's figure disappear.

"Pass through the door and not enter?" Ying Er was dumbfounded, and asked in a low voice, "Does the princess hate the master?"

Holding the long sword in his arms, Ying Yi gave him a sideways glance: "What nonsense, how can the princess hate the master?"

Ying [-] rubbed his nose, looked at Ying [-] behind him: "San'er, what do you think?"

Ying San lowered his eyebrows and lowered his eyes: "Don't talk about matters between master and son."

Ying Er curled his lips: "Okay, you are all good, but I'm about to suffocate to death. The master rushed back with a serious injury, but she didn't even come to take a look. Isn't it hate? If the master wakes up and knows How uncomfortable!"

Ying San thought for a while, then said: "Yeah, the master is already in a lot of trouble. If the princess doesn't want him, he might just..."

"What could he be about?"

A voice as clear as water suddenly rang in their ears.

The three raised their heads in unison, only to see Luo Qingyin holding the snow ginseng doll's little hand in front of them, and a black monkey with round eyes stood on his shoulder.

Suddenly, the three of them were in cold sweat.

Ying Er talked the most and reacted the fastest, knelt down with a "plop", and begged for mercy while slapping his mouth: "Princess Wangfei, I know my mistake, I know my mistake, you must not tell the master!"

Luo Qingyin glanced at him indifferently: "Speaking arbitrarily of the master, go to a poisonous peak to receive the punishment."

Ying Er suddenly screamed and grabbed the ground with his head: "No, going to Yidu Peak is worse than life!"

A poisonous peak, the entire peak is poisonous!
Yidufeng pulls people to test poison every day, if he goes, then it's worth it!
Ignoring him, Luo Qingyin curled her lips, and dragged the Xueshen doll into Zixiaju.

She just saw Mr. Hu struggling to study alone, and went back to find Xueshen Doll to help. These few people are too imaginable!
Thinking about it from another angle, did she not give Zi Yunchen enough sense of security?
This thought flashed by, and was thrown behind Luo Qingyin's mind.

Walking to the door of Laohu's study where he studied Danfang, Luo Qingyin knocked on the door, and after he raised his head, he smiled and said, "Master, they are here to help."

The black monkey didn't need to order, it jumped onto Lao Hu's desk with a "thud" sound, took out several scrolls of blood-enriching pills, and threw them in front of him.

Hu Lao's eyes lit up, and he immediately picked up one of them to look at.

The black monkey crossed its legs and said, "Don't be too moved, Zhizhi."

Mr. Hu smiled and said: "Okay, I'm not moved. When the brat wakes up, let him be your cow and horse."

Luo Qingyin: "..."

Is it really good to sell apprentices like this?

Snow Ginseng Doll walked slowly to Mr. Hu, stretched out her short hands, climbed onto the desk on her short legs, reached out and brought over his half-written prescription, glanced up and down, puffed her face and said :"Fool."

Hu Lao: "..."

An old man who is hundreds of years old, a majestic Alchemy, is called a fool... He doesn't feel ashamed, but has a very novel feeling, as if he is hundreds of years younger in an instant.

Regardless of Lao Hu's unspeakable mood, Xueshen doll took out a blank scroll, picked up a pen, and went straight to draw the doll on the desk.

Luo Qingyin sat aside, picked up the scroll that the black monkey took out, and looked at it, feeling a little tired in thinking.

Thinking about it carefully, during this period of time, she didn't have time to practice and rest properly, it's no wonder her thinking is sharp.

Sighing, she put the scroll away and put it back on the desk, then turned and walked towards Ziyunchen's room.

Baijiu was meditating with his eyes closed in front of Ziyunchen's bed. When he heard footsteps, he slowly opened his eyes. Seeing that it was Luo Qingyin, he smiled: "Junior Sister."

Luo Qingyin was about to speak, when he added, "You look more kind with a bald head."

Luo Qingyin: "..."

"When a bald head sees a bald head, can you not be kind?" Luo Qingyin took out a futon and sat down next to him, "How is senior brother? Have you woken up yet?"

Really counting, the oldest among the four is Huangjiu, followed by Baijiu, Ziyunchen is the third, and she is the youngest.

However, Huangjiu and Baijiu are both teachers who came to worship halfway, and the entry time is shorter than Ziyunchen, so Ziyunchen is a well-deserved senior brother.

"Master won't let him wake up." Baijiu put his palms together habitually, "Master said, recovering from a deep sleep is much better than him jumping around, sleep for seven days and nights, take more blood-enriching pills and warming pills, After a month, I will be alive and kicking."

"It's hard work, you have to keep watching." Luo Qingyin pursed her lips, took out a bottle of No. [-] wine and handed it to him, "Go and rest, I'll take a look."

Baijiu glanced over the bottle, his eyes lit up: "New wine?"

Luo Qingyin heard Xianzhi's elegant meaning, and said with a broken smile: "Recently, a lot of new wine has been brewed, and it is in the wine cellar of Xingling Peak. Go get it yourself."

The reason why Jiuxian took Huangjiu and this guy as his apprentice was because they had unique talents in tasting, and they were the sommeliers of Baicao Hall, Luo Qingyin was very relieved of him.

As soon as Baijiu heard that there was new wine, the glutton was seduced, and immediately rushed towards Xingling Peak impatiently.

Looking at his willful back, Luo Qingyin suddenly felt a little envious in her heart.

No matter Hulao or Jiuxian, whether joining a sect or establishing a sect is a breeze.

But none of them.

They all chose to be idle clouds and wild cranes, with one or two apprentices, or experience everywhere, or in the name of tasting, let various families in the wine world give them wine to drink, and live a comfortable and happy life.

It wasn't until the founding ceremony of Mingmen that there were a lot of big and small things, that Luo Qingyin realized how happy it is to not have a heavy burden on her.

Unfortunately, it is too late to regret!

Thinking of this, she added a little more respect to Zi Yunchen.

Without any backing, he established Baixiaomen by himself, and developed into the No. [-] information and intelligence organization in Cangyun Continent.

In addition, he did not fail in training, drawing talismans, or setting up formations, and he approached King Wu's cultivation level in his twenties.

How hard did he work to achieve so much?
Luo Qingyin stared fixedly at Zi Yunchen who was sleeping on the bed, with tightly closed eyes, pale cheeks, bloodless lips, long and curled eyelashes drooping slightly, the light and shadow were less clear, A little more fragile.

Raising his hand and falling down a defensive formation, Luo Qingyin stood up and turned over for him, then took out the phoenix egg from the chaos bracelet and put it in his arms, then raised his arm around the egg: "Your son is three years old."

(End of this chapter)