Qi Zhuoyu pretended not to have heard anything.
Well, this shamelessness was beyond compare, Feng Xuan admitted defeat.
Guided by the palace maids, Feng Xuan quickly found the magnolia tree in Lotus Garden, while holding a small figurine in his hand.
Many people had already come to hang paper-cut decorations on these magnolia trees, in addition to the small figurines, there were also some auspicious symbols such as gold ingots, plum blossoms, and the character for “fortune”.
Feng Xuan originally didn’t pay much attention to them, but after arriving at the Lotus Garden, he was suddenly infected by the solemn atmosphere of everyone around him and inexplicably became nervous.
There were so many magnolia and plum trees in the Lotus Garden that it was dazzling. When Feng Xuan was blocked, his arm was pulled by Qi Zhuoyu, and they came to the white plum tree in the center.
“Hang it here,” Qi Zhuoyu said.
“Huh?” Feng Xuan looked up and asked, “Senior Brother, is there anything special about this tree?”
Since it was chosen by the big devil at a glance.
Could it be that there was a peerless divine weapon hidden inside the trunk, or that this white plum tree was suddenly going to become immortal?
“It’s the tallest,” Qi Zhuoyu explained calmly.
Oh. It was simply because it was the tallest and biggest!
Feng Xuan silently criticized the big devil’s simple and crude straight male aesthetic in his heart, then stood on his tiptoes and hung the small figurine on one of the branches.
Qi Zhuoyu glanced at him and Feng Xuan ignored the disdain in his eyes for his height. Then the big devil also hung his own poorly crafted small figurine next to his.
The two small figurines hung on the tree, swaying in the wind and tightly connected as if they were snuggling together.
As Feng Xuan looked at them, he didn’t know if he had been brainwashed, but he actually saw a little bit of a couple’s resemblance. It was so scary that he quickly shook his head to get rid of this sense of déjà vu.
This white plum tree was truly the tallest and biggest in the Lotus Garden, and there were many people who shared the same idea as them.
There were small figurines hanging on other trees as well, but only this tree was filled to the brim with them.
Curious, Feng Xuan took a look at what others had hung.
For some strange reason, he secretly compared his own poorly crafted small figurine to others. After looking around, he realized that the one the big devil had made for him was the best-looking. Feng Xuan shook his brocade rabbit fur cloak and felt satisfied.
As he turned his head, he saw Qi Zhuoyu holding someone else’s small figurine.
Feng Xuan was taken aback and said, “Huh?” He thought of the practice in the palace of putting the small figurines of the desired women in a sachet. Could his worthless senior brother have taken a liking to some beautiful woman’s small figurine on this tree?
He sneakily took a look at the small figurine in Qi Zhuoyu’s hand.
It looked average at best. Compared to Hua Mother’s small figurine, it was not as good-looking. How could the big devil’s aesthetic fall so far? Should he gently remind him?
But the next second, Qi Zhuoyu burned the small figurine in his hand.
Feng Xuan: ?
Without hesitation, Qi Zhuoyu started to burn another small figurine.
The mutation of the thunder attribute spiritual root ability was so cheat-like that it could create illusions of lightning strikes and spit out white flames. In the blink of an eye, Qi Zhuoyu had burned half of the small figurines. Feng Xuan finally snapped out of it and couldn’t understand why the big devil was behaving so confusingly. “Senior Brother, why are you burning other people’s small figurines?”
“Too many,” Qi Zhuoyu said as he burned another one.
The meaning was that there were too many people hanging small figurines, and who knew which couple the gods in the Ninth Heaven would bless. It was better to burn everyone else’s and leave only his own small figurine.
After understanding Qi Zhuoyu’s intentions, Feng Xuan was immediately choked up.
It could only be said that this simple and crude villainous thinking was truly worthy of him.
In the end, Feng Xuan strongly opposed Qi Zhuoyu’s desire to burn all the small figurines in the Lotus Garden.
Qi Zhuoyu also “tsk” in dissatisfaction with Feng Xuan’s ideas.
Before leaving, he also put two defensive and stabilizing formations on the two small paper-cut figures.
Feng Xuan watching: are you okay? The prohibition and destructive power of these two defensive and stabilizing formations were almost comparable to the Evil Killing Formation in the Langhua Hall of the Qingyun Peak. Was it necessary?!
In conclusion,
The big devil’s thoughts were really hard to fathom-
In the evening, Emperor Li’s Wannian Birthday Festival was officially held in the main hall of the Daming Palace.
As Qi Zhuoyu’s nominal Dao companion and the only remaining princess of the Prince Duan Mansion, Feng Xuan was obligated to attend the family banquet for Emperor Li’s birthday. The congratulatory message had been sent to the Changle Palace in the afternoon, and he couldn’t refuse. After idling around in the Changle Palace for so long, he finally welcomed his first social event.
As the sun set in the west, the night gradually enveloped the Daming Palace.
But the splendor and brightness of the Daming Palace were no less than during the day.
When Feng Xuan arrived, the banquet hall, which seemed to have no end, was already filled with people.
The white jade steps of the Daming Palace had a total of 3,300 steps, and Emperor Li sat on the large dragon throne at the very top. The Empress was on his left, and Imperial Concubine Rong was on his right. Feng Xuan was curious about what the mother concubine of the Sixth Prince looked like, but he only found out when he sat down in his own position. Laughable, he couldn’t see anything at all.
It was just too far away!
Moreover, the seat that Qi Zhuoyu arranged for him was the best viewing position for watching the singing and dancing performances, but it was also very concealed. As long as he didn’t speak, it was difficult to attract anyone’s attention. After being there for more than half an hour, none of the dignitaries, kings from various countries, or noble ladies came to disturb him.
It had to be said that Feng Xuan was very satisfied with this position.
It seemed that the big devil had already seen through his salted fish nature.
In fact, as Qi Zhuoyu’s plastic Dao companion and the nominal princess, he should have some status. Qi Zhuoyu was favored by Emperor Li, he also knew from last time when more than ten princes conspired to kill him, even though the big devil had entered an immortal sect, he had not escaped from the political struggles of the imperial court.
But he had been in Chang’an for almost half a month, let alone political struggles, and besides this mandatory palace banquet, he didn’t even receive a greeting card during the rest of the time. Moreover, others were not in the King Duan Mansion, and even the women in the harem, no matter how powerful, could not reach into the Changle Palace of Imperial Concubine Rong.
His life in the Changle Palace was similar to that in the Zhujian Xiaozhu.
And it was very likely that Qi Zhuoyu deliberately arranged it this way to keep him away from the political struggles that he had hated since childhood.
That’s it.
Couldn’t think anymore. He couldn’t believe that he was starting to feel that Qi Zhuoyu was a little considerate.
He almost gave the demon who destroyed the world a “good person” card.
Feng Xuan quickly took a few sips of juice to calm himself down.
After various complex and tedious speeches by Emperor Li and the Empress Dowager, the banquet’s singing and dancing finally began. Feng Xuan was also excited and stared intently at the singers and dancers below.
If the time on the Book of Fate was correct, the princess who later fell in love with Qi Zhuoyu, caused trouble for Su Qingyan and the “Mortal Xiao Qi,” and wanted to marry him desperately should appear soon.
As Feng Xuan had seen before, Mortal Xiao Qi competed with the princess and was viciously framed by her, the “Amann Princess”.
In theory, Amann Princess should have appeared when the Nightmare Beast appeared. But he didn’t know which part of the Book of Fate went wrong. The person who kidnapped him was replaced by the Sixth Prince, and in the end, he fell into the dream with him.
“Why aren’t you eating? Is it not to your taste?” Qi Zhuoyu appeared out of nowhere.
Feng Xuan had already gotten used to him walking without making a sound, and now he didn’t even have a startled reaction.
Looking at the fruit and delicacies that had only been eaten a few bites in front.
Feng Xuan was embarrassed to say that this was already his second plate.
“Senior Brother, nothing is not to my taste,” Feng Xuan knew how to save face and couldn’t admit that she could eat a lot.
“Oh, then you were waiting for me,” Qi Zhuoyu’s illogical reasoning was once again in play, and he was in a good mood.
Today, he rarely wore formal attire to attend the state banquet. He wore a stone-blue wide-sleeved satin robe, with a round-necked gown and a cross-collar, with dark bamboo patterns rolled on it. The narrow waistline of the robe was tightened by a waistband, and he wore a pair of black leather boots. His ponytail, which was usually tied high during demon-catching missions, was let down today, with only half of it tied at the back and fixed with a simple white jade hairpin, with his long hair reaching his waist.
