Yingxujun was still angry: "Whatever!"

Lu Yujiu glared at him: "Tsk!"

Now Yingxujun became honest, calmed down and thought for a while, and suddenly sighed softly again.

Lu Yujiu: "What's wrong?"

"If Xingzhi, they could come here." Yingxujun tapped his palm with the wedding invitation, "He loved him the most. I don't know if he knew that he had suffered this disaster in the upper realm, and would he blame us for not taking good care of him."

Hearing this, Lu Yujiu felt a little sad, patted his arm, comforted him, "Don't think about this. Don't say that we can't send news to the world except ascend to the world. Just say that they are in a downward world, they will have no luck, but they will be subject to thunder."

Yingxu Lord sighed regretfully and stopped mentioning this matter.

...

In Fengling Mountain, Chang Boning held a wedding invitation in his hand and stared quietly.

Three years ago, in the morning of summer, such a wedding invitation was placed in front of him.

It was returned by Wen Runjin, and it was a wedding invitation with Miss Wen San.

Chang Boning accepted the wedding invitation without refusing it, but because of the little selfishness that even he could not explain clearly, he never gave it to the same thing.

After that, Chang Boning took out a wedding invitation and blocked Miss Wen San's name, imagining that it was his own name.

After waking up from the dream and realizing what he had done, Chang Boning secretly joked about himself that at this age, such a childish thing was fine, and it seemed like playing house.

Now, a new wedding invitation has been placed in front of Chang Boning again.

The wedding invitation is heavy, and he has the dream of the future that is as good as the same as the same as the same as the same as the same one, making his dream no longer possible.

"Fuchun, you go down." Chang Boning closed the wedding invitation and said gently, "When I write the reply to the congratulations later, you will send them to Chaoge Mountain."

Luo Fuchun thought of Sang Luojiu and the promises he had said when he had separated from him last time. He thought about going to see him again. His cheeks turned red and he said with a slight slight voice: "Am I?"

Chang Boning: "Is it inconvenient?"

Luo Fuchun was shocked and nodded quickly: "Convenient! Convenient!"

After he came to promise, Luo Fuchun realized his incompetence and was ashamed, and wished he could dig a hole and bury himself alive.

Chang Boning laughed and waved at him: "Go."

After seeing off Luo Fuchun, Chang Boning took a blank piece of flower paper with azalea leaves embedded in it, picked up his pen and focused his mind, and curled his messy emotions little by little.

Chang Boning loves freedom as usual, unrestrained, and also loves his appearance of freedom.

And Chang Boning's freedom belongs to him, that is, to see him go and hope that he will return.

Now that I have my own place of return, I should be happy for him.

He breathed a deep breath and wrote: "As it is."

"Seeing words is like face. Congratulations to Xinxi."

"A sunflower blossoms in the south of the mountain are blooming. They were promised to you three years ago when they left the mountain. Now, I will transplant them all into Chaoge Mountain as one of the gifts."

"I am so lucky to have you invited you. The paper is short and the love is long. I hope my sincere heart..."

At this point, Chang Boning stopped the pen and hung the ink pen on the inkstone, letting a drop of fine residual ink drop, and a small ink flower was produced between a canal of green ink.

"Zhen"...?

So, what exactly is it for him?

A close friend? Or...

Chang Boning closed his eyes.

All the past is emerging.

As for the first time I called his senior brother, my eyes were bent.

As for the same posture when practicing swordsmanship.

As a result, he looked dejected and aggrieved when he was hung upside down on a tree and punished by his master's wife.

As a result, he was as pale as death when he was rescued from the "remaining world".

As expected, lying on the couch, letting himself use the seven-flowered seal to seal his spiritual power. On the waist and back, the liquid of the undry heart stone was shining with a faint luster.

As a result, a bamboo fragrance came out of his mouth and said softly, Senior Brother, I wish you were innocent forever.

Chang Boning's heart sounded and his pen, which was originally heavy, suddenly lightened.

It's like a needle falling from the heart or a mountain being removed.

With a clear mind, Chang Boning restarted his eyes and wrote his wishes on the paper: "I hope my close friend will be as old as ever, and will live a lifetime of happiness."

At the end of the pen, the gate of Qingzhu Palace creaked and was pushed open from the outside.

The one who came in was Yan Jiangnan.

She held a wedding invitation that was exactly the same as that in Chang Boning's hand.

The brother and sister looked at each other and everything was silent.

Yan Jiangnan asked with a smile: "What are the senior brothers planning to give away the junior brother?"

"There are many people who want to give, but I don't know what to give."

When Chang Boning told the truth, he stood up easily.

He had never felt so relaxed, as if he had let go of a huge thought.
Chapter completed!