Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

"Hey, Elder Wang, why do you look so bad?

Is it because I've been out on a date these days, and you've been too busy with work, and you've worn yourself out?"

Noticing Elder Wang's dull eyes, haggard expression, and weak and depressed look, almost ready to burst into tears, Chu Qingyue asked.

She casually took out a small wooden box and threw it into Elder Wang's hand:

"This is an earth-level concentration pill, which has a good effect of recovering fatigue and purifying the soul.

You've been too tired these days, so take it and recover your body."

"Thank you, Empress."

If it were in the past, the Empress would be so considerate of her subordinates and even bestow such a precious magic weapon, Elder Wang would definitely be extremely grateful and excited.

But at this moment, although he respectfully took the pill, he still had a sad face, full of a feeling of wanting to cry but not having tears.

"Hmm? Could it be that Elder Wang has some hidden disease that even the Concentrated Mind and Spiritual Pill cannot restore him?"

It was the first time that Chu Qingyue saw Elder Wang showing such a strange expression, and she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

"Ahem, I feel like you probably misunderstood, maybe Elder Wang's real fatigue is not physical?"

Nie Chen smiled and said.

"Not physical?"

"Yes, I feel that what really makes Elder Wang depressed is actually... his mind."

Chu Qingyue: "???"

"Do you mean that Elder Wang is more than 400 years old and still alone, without a Taoist partner.

So the situation makes him like this?"

"Well, maybe, but not entirely..."

"Puff."

Every word of the conversation was like a knife piercing Elder Wang's heart again and again.

'It's okay to be abused by the empress, but why whip the corpse! '

With no way to express his pain, Elder Wang could only cry out in his heart.

"Let's not talk about this for now. Now, there are more important things."

Fortunately, at this time, Nie Chen pushed Chu Qingyue forward with some expectation.

"Are you talking about that? Ahem, it's time."

Chu Qingyue coughed lightly, and she also had a slight smile and yearning.

The two flew through the air hand in hand, leaving behind Elder Wang, who was so pitiful that he almost vomited blood after being whipped repeatedly, and a group of stunned disciples.

Although the empress had personally delivered mung bean porridge to Nie Chen before.

But this hand in hand, without concealing the sweet relationship, is still the first time even since the official announcement!

"Damn Senior Brother Nie, I can't stand it!

I don't believe it. As long as the empress hasn't mentioned the wedding, there might be a chance..."

"But the empress and Hurry up and keep it a secret just now. Could it be about the wedding?"

"Yes, it shouldn't be...

What if the empress is talking about breaking up?"

"Do you think the empress looks like she can break up?"

"இAஇ!"

The disciples were full of imagination, but they didn't know that Chu Qingyue had taken out the golden bamboo scroll that had been prepared long ago after returning to Tianyun Hall.

This golden bamboo scroll is made of spiritual bamboo that has grown for more than a hundred years on Zhimo Holy Mountain, and then refined with gold silk.

Each roll of golden bamboo is extremely precious, with spiritual energy flowing on it, immortal for ten thousand years.

For many sects, they spent a lot of effort and energy to finally get the golden bamboo scroll, just to record the secret method of the sect on such a precious material, so that it can be passed down for ten thousand years.

But it was such a precious bamboo scroll that Chu Qingyue took out more than a thousand that had been prepared in the space.

These golden bamboo scrolls will all be used as wedding invitations.

From the various caves and caves to the holy lands, and down to the major sects that are famous in the world, all will receive golden bamboo scrolls.

Whether in terms of quantity or scale, it is hard to imagine how grand this wedding will be.

I am afraid that it is difficult to find such a grand wedding banquet throughout the ages.

But there is only one problem.

Looking at the golden bamboo scrolls that almost formed a small mountain in front of him, Chu Qingyue was obviously lost in thought.

There are so many golden bamboo scrolls prepared, and relatively speaking, it will take a lot of effort to write them all.

If I write it alone, I don’t know when I will finish it.

Even if Nie Chen is added, the two of them can only speed up the efficiency.

Unless... add a few more laborers!

Moreover, as a qualified labor force, not only must the cultivation status be sufficient to ensure the spiritual power flow of the handwriting written by the pen.

And they must keep their mouths shut and be obedient.

And such a qualified candidate...

Nie Chen and Chu Qingyue smiled at each other, and instantly understood each other.

Ao Lan and the Saint of Fanhua, a dragon king with the blood of returning to his ancestors, and a saint of the holy land in the realm of a great emperor.

No matter from which aspect, this person and dragon are simply perfect.

"Ao Lan, come here quickly."

Nie Chen waved outside the hall.

"Swoosh."

Soon, the petite figure with dragon horns on his head hurriedly flew into the Tianyun Hall.

"Why did you suddenly call me, what's wrong? Did you eat carp?"

Ao Lan immediately looked around excitedly, looking around in the hall.

"Just know how to eat, eat your head."

Nie Chen laughed angrily and knocked her little head.

But soon, a subtle smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

I have something very important to tell you. If you complete the task perfectly, there will be countless delicious foods waiting for you in a few days.

"There is also this good thing!"

Ao Lan had never heard of such a wonderful promise, and her eyes suddenly lit up with excitement, as if there were little stars twinkling in them.

Nie Chen bent down and whispered in her ear:

"You only need to go to the Holy Land of Flowers and bring back the Holy Maiden of Flowers to complete a small task."

"What task?"

Ao Lan seemed a little impatient.

"Write the wedding invitation."

"Wedding...!"

Even Ao Lan was shocked.