This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

In the Underworld, Tsing Yi fell asleep.

She opened her eyes faintly and yawned.

That citrus tree is almost starting to wither, right?

Tsing Yi pushed open the door and went out, only to see four people sitting in the courtyard.

Si Chen and Yue Yao looked desperate.

“I will never play mahjong again in this life, and I will chop my claws again…”

“I can’t stand it anymore, I’m going to vomit if I fight again…”

“Beiyin, you’re almost done! There are so many people in the underworld that you can’t stand it. You have to export this coffin!”

Whenever Tsing Yi started sleeping, Xiao Jue started dragging them to play cards.

It’s been a hundred days!

The calluses on my hands are about to come out!

The Great Emperor sneered: “Rich, self-willed!”

Jia Shi loses all, and he has to stop the legs of this dead worm! Never let him harass his good daughter!

Uncle Heishui yawned and scooped out the feces.

“Heh, if someone sends money, is there any reason why the deity should not accept it?”

The two big men continued to swear.

The faint female voice sounded lazily:

“Wicked? Xiao Jue, Beiyin, Old Wangba. You haven’t had Wangba soup for too long, haven’t you?”

The emperor’s eyes froze, and he turned his head stiffly.

I saw His Majesty the King in Tsing Yi who was standing at the door of the room, gearing up.

“Oh, I’m tired, so I won’t play anymore.” Master Heishui pushed the mahjong and said with a smile, “It’s time to see my good daughter.”

This ticket has also been earned, and the goddaughter has also taken care of it. Life is complete!

“Mochi!” Xiao Jue said sharply.

Uncle Heishui smiled at him, what? Are you still alive to stop me now?

The Great Emperor’s teeth were about to be bitten off.

Sichen and Yue Yao can finally get rid of this **** mahjong table, and there is no reason to leave.

As for the Lord…

The scene was embarrassing for a while.

“How much did you lose?” Tsing Yi stared at him coldly with a dark face.

The emperor twitched the corners of his mouth.

The wicked woman took a deep breath, rubbed her brows, and laughed wickedly:

“Should this seat be asked differently, how much is left?”

Xiao Jue coughed.

“Cough, the underworld has been a bit extravagant and wasteful in recent years. I think it’s better to be frugal…”

Tsing Yi’s temple was suddenly painful.

This old man played mahjong and gave her all her elbow money, didn’t he? !

Tsing Yi chuckled:

“I think it’s better for you to kneel.”

The Great Emperor’s expression condensed, “Yi’er…”

“three.”

“two……”

Xiao Jue coughed again, “I’ll go to the house and kneel.”

After he finished speaking, he immediately entered the room, not forgetting to add: “Don’t tell those boys about this.”

“Have the face to lose money and have no face to let your son know?”

Got it.

Lord shut up.

He guessed that if he went on, he was afraid that he wouldn’t even sleep on the floor tonight, so he was going to sleep on the nails again.

Tsing Yi gave this fellow a pain in the head. If she hadn’t guessed that there would be something to come to the door in a while, she really wanted to peel off his **** skin right now!

Ignoring the old man in the room, Tsing Yi left the underworld, and when she got to the gate, she happened to meet Zidu, she said:

“If Qiong from the heavens comes, let her come down to Huangquanmu to find her seat.”

After speaking, Tsing Yi’s figure disappeared.

Zidu touched his nose: “Church Qiong? I heard that the girl is going crazy, why did she come to the underworld?”

Shortly after the voice fell, a figure descended from the sky, it was Chu Qiong.

Zidu raised his eyebrows, thinking that the wicked woman really expected things like God.

With the sapling in her arms, Chi Qiong trotted over, and before she spoke, Zidu said:

“The wicked woman told you to go to Huang Quanmu to find her.”

Cheong Qiong had a happy expression on her face, and before she could thank her, she ran away again.

Zidu was a little puzzled, and muttered: “Is the sapling that the girl holds in her arms the one from the smiling tiger of Di Zheng?”

“I really don’t understand the **** of these men and women. How can it be fun to wear beautiful clothes when in love, and ask for trouble every day!”

…

Under the yellow spring wood.

Tsing Yi looked up at the fruit on the tree.

There was movement behind her, but she didn’t look back.

“The tree is dying?” Tsing Yi yawned.

Qianqiong nodded hastily, and when she realized that Tsing Yi had not turned around, she hurriedly said, “Please, His Majesty Tsing Yi, save it.”

Her voice was hoarse, as if she hadn’t been in water for a long time.

Tsing Yi glanced back at her, frowning slightly: “How did you toss yourself into such a virtue?”

The current Chu Qiong is really not much better than Di Zheng who came to beg her that day.

Tsing Yi walked forward and looked at the sapling in her hand.

There was no joy or anger in the look in the beautiful eyes.

“That day was also under the yellow spring tree. This stinky boy asked this seat how to plant life in the dead.”

“This seat tells him that everything has a price.”

“After he went back, he cut his heart and planted the fruits, and now his wishes have come true. What are you asking for?”

Cheong Qiong looked miserable and couldn’t help weeping:

“I don’t want any orange fruit, I just want him… I only have him in my heart from beginning to end…”

Tsing Yi looked at her and pouted, still looking like she was heartless.

“Young people, they just love to mess around.”

“This fruit…” Tsing Yi pointed at the sapling in her hand. The branches and leaves on it were withered and yellow, and the fruit was rotten and withered. The only one left was still intact, hanging alone on it.

“You haven’t tasted the fruit he planted for you, have you?”

Qiong nodded.

This is the tree that Emperor Zheng planted with his life, and the fruit of his heart.

How could she be willing to eat?

She was afraid to touch even a leaf.

“Let’s eat it and see,” Tsing Yi yawned, “The fruit is grown when it is planted, can it not be rotten if it is offered as a display?”

“But……”

“If you don’t want to eat it, just watch it continue to rot.”

Chu Qiong bit her lip, carefully picked the fruit, peeled off the skin, and put the pulp in her mouth.

The moment you bite.

She finally couldn’t hold back her tears again.

There was a little more smile in Tsing Yi’s eyes.

“What’s the taste?”

“Sweet…good, so sweet…”

Chiqiong was sobbing and crying, eating the pulp one by one.

It’s obviously an orange.

Obviously so sweet!

Why did he say that what he planted was still citrus fruit…

Di Zheng, you fool…

“How can the fruit grown with the heart not be sweet?”

“Flowers can be folded straight and must be folded, don’t wait until there are no flowers and branches. The same is true for fruit. When it grows, it is hoped that someone will eat it, and it will taste sweet.”

“After waiting for so long, the person who should eat it has not acted. In disappointment, it naturally withered and withered.”

Tsing Yi hooked her lips with a smile: “He has already cut out his heart, and you have eaten it piece by piece, do you know his heart for you?”

“I know……”

Qiong Qiong nodded.

“Go back now.” Tsing Yi reached out and took the sapling in her arms.

Chu Qiong looked like a weightless treasure, looking at her in panic.

But when Tsing Yi pulled out the dead sapling, the beating heart turned into a fruit pit in her hand.

That is… the pit of the yellow spring fruit…

Qi Qiong was startled.

Tsing Yi threw the pit of Huang Quan Guo and smiled at her:

“Stupid girl, why don’t you go back to your Jiuzhongtian?”