God world, ninety-eight heaven, god palace.


    In the vast cloud fairyland surrounded by fairy mist and bright stars, the palace of God stands on the floating sky Island, resplendent and solemn.


    The soldiers and generals of heaven are guarding all over the place, and they are heavily guarded.


    In the palace, there are tens of thousands of long-term lamps, flickering, and the veil is floating, mysterious and quiet.


    There are two people lying on the so big Pearl top immortal couch.


    One man and one woman.


    The man''s posture is heroic and majestic. He goes to sleep deeply. Even in deep sleep, he also relies on the quiet pillow. The beautiful woman''s shoulder socket is closely linked with her fingers. There is also a hand that dominates her and holds her bright and smooth waist.


    The woman is too beautiful. Her long hair is as thick as a waterfall, like the most beautiful Yunluo satin, the smoke in the remote mountains, the eyebrows like the bones, the perfect and exquisite nose, a touch of enchanting red rose pattern on the clavicle, the lips are light, and the beautiful eyes are lazy and blurred. It seems that she can take away the spirit of anyone who looks at her with one eye. She is like the most perfect work of the creator The most beautiful appearance in the world, in the bone, in the soul, is permeated with that kind of esthetic and shocking beauty.


    She is indifferent to let the powerful and domineering man lock her psoas muscle, hold her as a treasure, rely on the pillow in her arms.


    She is far away, with mist and sad eyes. She doesn''t know where she is looking or what she is thinking.


    As long as she moves a little, the man on her side will wake up, and then make sure she is still around, then dare to continue to sleep.


    She turned around and didn''t want the man to pillow her.


    "Very heavy..."


    Su person''s low murmur is full of dissatisfaction, she turned over, but then, the powerful arm of the man behind him wrapped up again.


    "Not yet asleep?"


    The man stretched out his arm, let her pillow himself, forcibly locked it in his arms, carefully covered with brocade quilt for her, dumb asked.


    "Who knows how many women have been on this couch when I''m not here. They feel dirty and don''t sleep. When you''re gone, I''ll go back to my palace and sleep."


    "You are the only one I have ever had, and the child is only born to you. You just want to annoy me and quarrel with me, but Qing''er, don''t slander me."


    Qing yao ji ignored Lingtian and turned her back to him, not sleepy at all.


    Bored, she reached under the jade pillow to feel, a burst of groping, as if to find something to make her feel the only fun of small things.


    But after looking for a long time, I didn''t find what she hid under the jade pillow.


    "Why not I put it under the jade pillow... "


    She was worried, dressed in a light gauze Nightgown as thin as cicada wings, and her hair was fluffy. She sat up, regardless of the side of her body, and the man was still holding her, anxiously looking for something.


    "What''s the matter?"


    Lingtian frowned and sat up. Seeing the color of Qingyao Jishen, he was very concerned.


    "Little silk book The little silk book is missing... "


    Smoke eyebrows close up, Qing yao ji Shen is sad, and kneels down on the couch.


    Lingtian couldn''t see the woman in front of him to show this kind of expression that made him very distressed. He got up quickly and accompanied her to look for it.


    "Is that silk book pamphlet you will never let me read?"


    Because qingyaoji put a small spell on it that forbids him to look at it, Lingtian can''t see it even if he wants to see it. He is always curious about what is painted in it. She always takes it with her and takes it out when she has nothing to do. When she looks at it, her eyebrows are gentle and beautiful.


    "Well..." Crisp person''s should.


    "Don''t worry. Maybe it''s lost. I''ll call someone in to look for it. But you have to put on your clothes and wait for me in the quilt. You can''t see your face outside." Lingtian is not angry and powerful. She pinches the chin of Qing Yaoji and shakes it to remind her.


    In the middle of the night, Lingtian didn''t mind the trouble. She put on the Dragon Robe, turned over and got out of bed. She put on the skirt and robe for Qing Yaoji, and wrapped her tightly with a quilt. She did not forget to close the veil and light yarn. She did not want anyone to see her face.


    "Well We must find That''s my baby... "


    Soon, the soldiers on duty outside the palace entered one after another. At the beginning, the help from inside and outside came back from the void. The imperial concubine of Qing Yao, who was in favor of the divine world, was looking for her little silk book.


    In the middle of the night, I started a teacher to arouse the public, but I couldn''t find it for a whole hour.


    An hour in the divine world is a day in the human world.


    "Qing''er, are you sure you remember correctly that you put it under the jade pillow instead of leaving it somewhere else?"


    "No Qing Yaoji wrapped herself up. She knew that if the sky outside could not see her face carefully, the spirit would be very angry, and her anger would be terrible.


    The Qing yao ji seems to understand that the small silk book is missing and can''t be found.


    She sat up, delicate eyebrows, gradually unhappy to close up, very soon, extremely beautiful face covered with a layer of haze, covered with frost, said to change face.


    "Someone must have stolen my things."


    "Qing''er! This is my bedroom. Who dares to steal? ""Yes!" Qing yao ji''s gentle and gentle face is getting colder and colder. She seems to think of who will steal it. Her eyes are angry, like a cold and merciless goddess. She is so cold and disgusting.


    "Yes? Who Who dares? "


    "Spirit war." Gnashing one''s teeth makes one''s eyes resentful.


    “……” Ling Tianmu was stunned. He was just about to defend his son, but he saw that Qing Yaoji suddenly stood up, barefoot, and jumped off the bed where they were sleeping.


    Outside the hall is bright moonlight, bright stars, but inside the hall flickers the faint yellow candle light.


    Qingyaoji stood there cold, beautiful figure in the intersection of light and dark, the pearl luster of skin reflected a kind of extremely cold halo.


    "He stole my little silk book! He dares to steal from me


    The ethereal voice like a nightingale reverberates in the palace, which makes the heaven in the palace see her true face. Before she gets angry, she suddenly turns into a white mist with petals flying and disappears. He can''t stop her!


    Lingtian has always known that this woman, he is not sleepy.


    It''s up to her, or not, to keep her around.


    If she doesn''t want to, she''s just like the wind. She can''t hold on to it.


    I want to know with my toes that Qing Yaoji went to lingshang.


    Lingtian whispers that it''s not good. She frowns with thick ink like paint, and stands up arrogantly to pursue Qing Yaoji.


    But when the two of them flew to lingshang''s palace, they looked at the empty temple. Qing Yaoji was angry and red in eyes. She picked up a male servant''s skirt and asked coldly, "where is lingshang?"


    "Spirit Prince lingshang The bottom line. "


    The waiter did not dare to see Yao Ji clearly. She blushed to the base of her neck and was in fear.


    "Lower bound? Where have you been? "


    "This I don''t know. "


    -


    the next evening.


    Lingshang and Linggui are sitting in the big garden of Muling garden, bathing the hell dog with three heads together.


    He sneezed suddenly, his back was cold and his scalp was numb. He was always afraid of disaster.


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