"I wonder why His Highness Ye Shen came to see my father today? When he comes back, Yun Miao will definitely tell him on his behalf."
Hearing this, Runyu paused slightly with his fingers holding the teacup. According to his investigation in the past few days, Jin Mi is very likely to be the biological daughter of the God of Water and the God of Flowers, the real eldest daughter of the God of Water, and he is also very fond of that simple girl who did not dislike his true ugliness at first sight. However, if Jin Mi was really the eldest daughter of the God of Water, but she could not be recognized by the God of Water and returned to the sect, and could only be a righteous daughter. There is a large part of the reason that his wife, the God of Wind, does not agree with this illegitimate daughter...
Seeing that Runyu was silent, Yun Miao seemed to have guessed something and asked with a chuckle, "Your Highness, is it for Jin Mi?"
Run Yu had a sense of embarrassment that his mind was punctured for a moment. He liked Jin Mi, but he had to admit it in front of Yunmiao, the legitimate-looking daughter of the water god, and he always felt very embarrassed.
He did not know why he always remembered the meaningful eyes she looked at him when he first saw her in the flower world, the hazy sense of familiarity, and often when he wanted to find it deeply, he couldn't understand it.
Yun Miao looked at the picturesque man in white in front of her. She was so light and elegant that she looked like the fishing fire and cooking smoke that drifting duckweed saw after swimming through the cold wind and rain. She was so warm and unreal that it should belong to her. Why did she let it go to that "sister" who came out of nowhere?
"His Highness the Night God hates Yun Mai?"
Seeing that he had been silent for a long time, Yun Mao's voice seemed to be filled with shame and grievance. Only then did Runyu realize that he had been indulging in the confusion of the past and neglected the woman in front of him. Based on his good education for thousands of years, he stood up and said apologetically: "No, just now Runyu didn't check and lost his mind, and he didn't mean to hate Fairy Yun Mao."
It was embarrassing to say that what he was thinking about had something to do with her, but he didn't hate her, which was the truth.
Yun Miao turned around and took a step, just like Liu Shaohua smiled and moistened Chuyan. The etiquette of the Daughter of God should complement each other. She walked in front of him and said softly, "Give me your hand."
Runyu was surprised for a moment, and handed her a hand in doubt. She took it by the way, and leaned into his arms with the strength of her body.
"What a coincidence, I am also pleased with His Highness."
Runyu's cheeks were slightly red, and a warm current quickly ran all over his body. At this moment, he could see that Yun Miao had misunderstood the meaning of his words, but before he could push her away, he heard a familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"Little Fish Immortal Herder, what are you doing?"
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The fresh and tender leaves fell and shattered rain, the silent night drifted with a powder-like mist, the grass roots sprouted in the soil, and the air echoed with moist vitality.
Suddenly, a meteor shower across the night sky, a fleeting beauty illuminated the unparalleled brilliance.
Jin Mi's smile is as fresh as an arc of transparent water in spring. She has clear eyes, a clear face, and a clear heart. She applauds and praises happily when the man in white casts a spell to transform a meteor shower, jumping up and down to express the surprise and love of an innocent girl. The fluttering dress shines with the subtle and dazzling light of the threads.
A comfortable smile arose at the corner of Runyu's mouth, and she elegantly carried the white robe behind her and approached her side.
He thought that it was happy to be with Jin Mi, her smile was so clean and clear, she was as simple as a lake of clear water, he didn't have to bother to explore to know the purity, and he didn't have to bother to make her smile at him, that feeling is warm, delicate, and comfortable.
Yun Miao called him: "Yo, His Highness the Night God."
The chill surged up his back, he turned around, and saw the beautiful lotus cloth and ink hair in the boundless night. Yun Miao's deep eyes were like the fleeting meteor, he could only watch, not mock.