But the next second, she suddenly felt a strong wind blowing around her.


    Then, Ao yuan suddenly turned into a dragon, held her, screamed and rushed into the sky.


    "Let''s go now."


    “……”


    Xiang Xing could only lie in the dragon''s claws and look through the gap at the Huangdu Street scattered by the wind.


    Three seconds of silence.


    ……


    The evil wind blew away, but it was not just Huangdu street.


    Even Du Yunwen, who was drying calligraphy and paintings in the yard of the Shangshu mansion, was suffering. He was busy cleaning up in the yard with the boys.


    Suddenly, a yellowing portrait came into his eyes.


    Du Yunwen was stunned and went to pick it up.


    The color of his eyes suddenly changed.


    It turned out that he drew ruoli''s portrait with his imagination in his dream before he met ruoli and at the stage of love communication in pottery pots.


    ... although it is not like ruoli at all, it is.


    Thinking, Du Yunwen smiled with emotion, casually found Zhang Xiaoshi''s stool, sat down and looked at the portrait carefully.


    How excited he was when he painted this portrait.


    Even at that meeting, I could meet her in a dream every night.


    In retrospect, Du Yunwen suddenly stopped.


    His eyes sank and looked at the picture again.


    What''s going on?


    He just felt in a trance that the portrait was more cordial than ruoli.


    After a moment of silence, Du Yunwen suddenly tightened his hand, as if he suddenly realized something.


    He couldn''t help standing up, stumbled back to the room and took out the pottery pot.


    Pour out all the letters in the pottery pot.


    Until a letter held by a red silk cloth fell.


    It was the first time they had written to each other. She gave him the tips for the pair.


    Du Yunwen bit his lower lip, carefully picked up the red silk cloth and opened it.


    But suddenly stared.


    What I saw wrapped in the red silk cloth was not the original stationery.


    But inexplicably turned into a light gray scale, I don''t know what kind of creature it is!


    Du Yunwen rubbed his eyes for fear that he remembered wrong.


    But he saw that the tips of the original pair were written on this scale in his most familiar handwriting.


    The man couldn''t help shaking.


    In my heart, a strange guess jumped out.


    ……


    Tianting, Yuelao temple.


    By the lotus pond, Yuelao is happily holding his big wine gourd and drinking the new Shanggong wine.


    But suddenly he felt a familiar whirlwind roaring towards him.


    Yuelao picked his eyebrows, but he smiled and continued to drink.


    Until the light cyan brilliance slowly fell on his side.


    Without waiting for someone to salute, Yuelao smiled and glanced obliquely.


    "Today''s young people, they have a few quarters of an hour to get married. How can they still be so leisurely and elegant and wander around?"


    He smiled brightly and sat up.


    Pick your eyes and look at the pair of beautiful people, "come on, what can I do for you?... do you want me to prepare more wedding gifts to wish you two a happy marriage for a hundred years?"


    "Not really."


    Ao yuan smiled meaningfully. "When Ao yuan and his wife were playing in the world, they met a strange thing... So we wanted to talk to you in the same month."


    "Oh?"


    On hearing this, Yuelao became interested and asked with a smile, "what''s the matter?"


    "Before that, please let Aoyuan dare to ask."


    Ao yuan arched his hands at him, and Fei''s lips were slightly hooked..


    "A thousand years ago, Yuelao was so angry that you were drunk for seven days and seven nights because the fish in the lotus pond slipped away, which made the love in the world chaotic, and finally forced the Jade Emperor to come and wake you up. Is it true?"