After wearing the book, she became the emperor's favorite

Chapter 93 Between the sun, the moon and the stars, you are the fourth kind of rare
For example, I never put the sophistication of the world on the bright side.

This is one of the great things about Hong Shi as a novelist.

"Don't mention the novel, it's just a huge hit on the street. God's will tricks people, and I'm lucky enough to wear a book and be able to change something."

Hong Shi pouted, it was the only way to comfort herself.

The two of them looked at the ups and downs of the lanterns in the river again.

I don't know where it will go if it is drawn by fate.

Suddenly, the red lotus lantern seemed to be washed away by the torrent, and it quickly swam on the river until it was half invisible.

"I'm going to see where my lantern has drifted to, Nongying, you can go around first."

Hong Shi is very concerned about this little red flower lantern.

She felt that she should go and see where she would drift.

"Go ahead."

Hua Nongying had long since lost interest in watching the lanterns.

He also just wanted to return to the sect earlier, so he was naturally willing at this moment.

Afterwards, Hong Shi used his spiritual power and rose into the sky.

Follow the lantern all the way to a very far place.

I thought it would surround the moat, but unexpectedly it flowed into the small river ditch next to it.

"Hua Lantern, can you not be so fast?"

Hong Shi just felt that the lantern was drifting too fast.

It flows into a relatively secluded dark river.

After passing the pavilion and loft, we finally came to a slightly smaller lake.

There is only one big boat on the lake, resplendent in gold and jade, carved with luminous pearls, under the half-bright moonlight.

More and more bright luster.

Hong Shi glanced at the lantern, and it stopped by the boat, not moving for a long time.

She wondered why she didn't stop anywhere, but stopped by the side of this ship.

She remembered watching a TV series called "Beauty's Scheming" when she was a child.

There is a plot in it that when Dou Yifang was a beautiful woman in the palace, he sprinkled salt water on the bamboo at the door, relying on this to attract sheep and carts.

That's why the sheep cart stopped at their door impartially.

Although the later story is not very good, this plot is still somewhat scheming.

She couldn't figure out why the lantern was parked beside the boat in an unbiased manner.

Could it be that the people inside used some kind of magic technique.

She finally jumped up in the air and came to the ship.

Just about to fall aside.

A man stepped out of the boat, that man was still dressed in cold white clothes, with a black raccoon slave mask on his face.

Originally, these masks would be more or less funny when worn on anyone's face.

But on his face, it added a touch of unconventional gentleness to the coldness and cleanliness of his whole body.

"Are you the one who bought the black raccoon slave mask?"

Hong Shi raised her eyebrows slightly, she always thought the black raccoon slave mask was cuter and more beautiful.

As cute as a black cat she used to have.

"Exactly."

The man slightly uttered two words, still cold, but with the sound of cumulus clouds melting into snow, like snow lotus blooming year after year.

"Little girl Hongshi has met Lord Dijun."

Hong Shi thought about it for a while before committing herself to salute.

Naturally, she could recognize the voice of Emperor Bai Zhi.

But she still saluted according to the etiquette, after all, the person in front of her was a big man.

To him, she was just an extremely tiny grain of rice.

"Didn't you call yourself a little ancestor? Why are you so rigid about etiquette today?"

There seemed to be a hint of humor in Bai Zhi's light and fluffy words.

Unpretentious, yet elusive.

"Dijun, your cultivation is advanced, Hong Shi is only in the late stage of transformation, so naturally you dare not make mistakes."

Hong Shi knew what her real cultivation was, but she couldn't escape the eyes of the man in front of her.

So she also revealed her cultivation base.

To be honest, her little cultivation base is nothing but a small witch in front of the high-ranking Lord Dijun.

I didn't underestimate myself, it was really inferior to others.

I can only bow my knees once.

"You really have self-knowledge."

"Thank you for the compliment."

Hongshi felt that he had always been a self-aware person, so he accepted this.

"Sit down and drink tea."

Bai Zhi glanced at the tea being boiled on the table, it was just boiling.

Hong Shi was not polite either, and sat directly on a low wooden bench beside her.

Unexpectedly, the high and mighty Lord Dijun would actually make tea by hand.

She sighed secretly in her heart, it was a bit strange to be true.

Lord Jiuci, Mrs. Right, and now this Emperor Bai Zhi.

In her inherent impression, those big people are of high authority.

For small things like serving tea and pouring water, there are people around to wait on you.

But some of the big names in this book don't, maybe just some exceptions.

"Can I ask Lord Dijun a few questions?"

Hong Shi lowered her head, as if she was thinking about something.

"You said."

Bai Zhi was very polite, his tone was not condescending, but approachable.

"Why did Lord Dijun take a fancy to this black raccoon slave mask!"

Hong Shi was a little surprised that the emperor, who was more than ten million people, would be interested in a black raccoon slave mask even if he didn't want anything.

"Take it with you."

Bai Zhi took off his mask, revealing that unusually white and cold face, but enough to amaze the world.

Hong Shi raised her eyes, just in time to catch a glimpse of this scene.

This face is so simple, it is definitely a gift from God.

She had seen this person a few times before, but it was not as amazing as this time.

Under the bright reflection of the night pearl and the moonlight, this person is like the crystal snow on a high mountain, the kind that really contains the light of Fengshen Xiuchebao.

Ling Hongshi thought of a sentence for no reason.

That is a sentence in a love poem "Superb Beauty" written by Mr. Yu Guangzhong to his wife.

Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third stunning color.For me, among the sun, moon and stars, you are the fourth rare.

In just a few sentences, it was originally used to describe the beauty of a woman.

But Hongshi felt that this poem was not bad to describe his peerless appearance.

Although there is no snow color, but in this moonlight, it is already stunning.

It is even more rare.

Finally realizing that she was lost, Hong Shi coughed a few times to hide her embarrassment.

Only then did Bai Zhi ask the second question.

"Then do you know how to remove the oath made by Shangxian?"

Long black fan-like eyelashes drooped slightly, Bai Zhi's eyes turned slightly, and he glanced at the woman sitting beside him.

Those obsidian-like eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of cold mist.

There seems to be some vague melancholy, which is not real, but it is a rare surprise.

"know."

Bai Zhi didn't explain the method clearly, but only answered whether he knew it or not.

"Can you do me a small favor? I have gold coins, and you can pay as much as you want."

Hong Chi withdrew the hand that was about to pick up the teacup, asking these things was more important.

"You can't afford the reward I want for the time being."

Of course, it's just you from beginning to end.

However, you don't seem to be very interested in me at the moment.

Bai Zhi thought so.

But this is indeed the case at present, even though there have been several acquaintances.

At most, Hong Shi just thought this person was good-looking.

She is a dog.

It just starts with looks.

"What does it mean to not be able to bear it temporarily? Could it be that I can bear it when I have a higher level of cultivation in the future?"

Hong Shi was a little unconvinced, she felt that she was quite capable.

This temporary word doesn't catch her eye.

She just has a big addiction to food, and she thinks she's pretty good at it.

"No."

Bai Zhi just talked to himself, and after he finished speaking, he stretched out his long-knuckle hand and handed the teacup to Hong Shi.

Hong Shi naturally took the teacup, just as she was a little thirsty, and felt a little inexplicably hot.

Just right to press with tea.

Warm tea enters the throat, suppressing two or three points of dryness.

　Between the moonlight and the snow, you are the third stunning color.For me, among the sun, moon and stars, you are the fourth rare.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)