Many sons, many blessings: My son is taking a concubine again!

Su Qingge slept until the evening and finally woke up.

"It's so comfortable."

He got down from the recliner and stretched beautifully.

Sweeping sideways, Xiao Ning didn't know where to run.

"Strange, how come there is no self-consciousness at all..."

Su Qingge's brows frowned.

The master is sleeping, how can you, as a maid, move around at will?

Forget it, don't care.

Maybe I like freedom.

Anyway, I can't run anywhere, at will.

And there's no need to be too harsh.

Just thinking.

"Ning Rongrong" ran out of the house and said with a joyful smile on her face: "Scholar Su, just now Governor Wang came and sent so many supplements, I made some for you, do you want to taste it?"

Su Qingge looked up and saw that it was bird's nest.

It's just that it's all boiled paste.

He tasted two mouthfuls casually, and immediately said: "It's so delicious, it's better for you to eat it." "

Cut~!" Ning Xianrou knew that he didn't like his craft, and couldn't help but snort.

It's just that I've never cooked, and it's reasonable to make it the first time without mastering the heat, right?

Although she thought so, she didn't say much.

After a month, I must teach you a good lesson!

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~~~~~ At this time, Su Qingge suddenly felt a movement in his body.

Looking closely, it turned out to be the painting sent by the city lord of Jinhua City.

"This thing..."

he frowned slightly.

During this time, he had not studied this object, but he had not found a way to enter it.

Even if he was a quasi-saint-level powerhouse, he couldn't even crack this picture.

Similarly, he also looked at some formation masters, but those masters could only crack a lot of mountains and rivers in the painting, like a paradise, but they couldn't find the entrance.

This shows that in order to prevent others from entering, the goddess Gu Ji set a ban on this illusion painting to prevent disturbing her tranquility.

There was no way, Su Qingge had to shelve.

But today, somehow, there was a movement in this painting, the prohibition was loosened, and it seemed that it was possible to enter.

"Xiao Ning, it's late, you are free to move."

He left a word and entered the house.

Ning Xian grumbled softly, as if there was some grudge, but did not say anything, went to her room to sleep.

Inside the house with carved beams and paintings!

Su Qingge unfolded the phantom painting, and saw that the painting on it was automatically colored at some point, becoming like an oil painting.

Previously, the painting was a landscape painting, painted with a brush, only in black and white.

But now, it has turned into color, all kinds of colors, colorful, very gorgeous, colorful and dazzling.

It's as if a black-and-white TV suddenly turned into a color TV, too magical.

"Could it be that the goddess wants me in?"

"So this is a signal to me?"

Su Qingge thought about it and could only come up with this explanation.

The voice just fell.

A crisp and pleasant voice came from the painting: "Young Master Su, you are also too narcissistic!" "

Huh?

Su Qingge's heart moved, and she laughed fiercely, "You are the goddess of Gu Shooting, right?"

"Yes." There is no objection in the painting, and it is directly admitted.

Su Qingge said, "Could it be that you are ugly, so you hide from people?" "

Poof~!"

There was obviously a laugh inside, and he was not angry immediately, and said: "Ugly or not, don't you know when you come in and take a look?"

Su Qingge was about to speak, when suddenly buzzed, the picture scroll fluctuated, and the wind fluttered, turning into a huge light mask, firmly enveloping him.

Su Qingge only felt a flash of white light in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, he found that he had arrived in a foggy world.

Looking around, here is white fog, foggy, white fog everywhere, I don't know if it is clouds or white fog, ethereal, like a fairyland on earth.

Looking further away, I saw many immortal mountains, one after another, with white clouds floating on the top of the mountain, hazy, one after another, like the pillars of the sky.

Further afield, there are winding mountains that reach the end of the horizon.

The voice of the goddess sounded again: "This is the world in the painting, haven't you repeatedly wanted to come in this year?" Coming in now, happy? The

voice sounded as if she was speaking in her own ear, very close.

Su Qingge asked, "Since you know, why didn't you let me in earlier?"

The voice suddenly laughed again, "Isn't it bad for women to be a little more reserved?"

"Good, good, you win." Su Qingge was too lazy to break so much, and said, "Where are you now?"

"Don't tell you," came the silver bell-like laughter in my ears: "I'm here anyway, as long as you can find me, I'll marry you."

Su Qingge looked left and right, his divine sense swept away, and there was nothing around.

This shows that she is not nearby, but uses a voice.