Gu Xijiu was particularly talkative today: "Well, you practice hard today, and I will do it for you tonight."
"Yeah" Da Ben and Lu Wu's eyes lit up with excitement.
God knows how long it’s been since they’ve had delicious food cooked by their master.
They happily circled around Gu Xijiu twice, then jumped into the water again with a pop, and went to practice the exercises happily.
Gu Xijiu looked up at the sky and realized that the sun was shining brightly today and the flowers and plants around her were in bloom.
The scenery here is so beautiful, she hasn't fully appreciated it yet.
So, she walked around the Biwu Palace and browsed the scenery.
The scenery here is simple and elegant, full of fairy spirit, like a fairyland in a dream.
Every plant, every tree, every brick is so charming.
Water pavilions, pavilions, white jade bridges and buildings are dotted among them.
Di Fuyi loves to write, and his calligraphy can be found everywhere here.
On the big trees, lying stones, and door plaques, there are names written by him casually.
Under his influence, Gu Xijiu can now write very well.
She feels that she should also leave her own calligraphy here, preferably with words that represent the love between two people.
So, whenever she went to a place suitable for inscriptions, she would write a few in a smart way.
Or write about Tian Changdi Jiu, or write about Emperor Fu Yi Gu Xijiu who will never leave her for the rest of her life.
Of course, she will also write some that suit the occasion.
She was busy when someone tapped her on the shoulder: "What are you doing?"
She turned around, and Di Fuyi was standing behind her, looking at her with a smile but not a smile.
Of course, he also saw her words.
Her handwriting is very beautiful, and she can pass it off as a writer, but compared with his handwriting, it is slightly inferior.
Gu Xijiu quickly looked at him and saw that he was in good spirits and looked good.
His purple robe was as eye-catching as purple haze.
It was not much different from when he left her just now.
It seemed that he was not hurt, so she felt relieved.
She held his hand and asked him to read her handwriting: "Look, my handwriting is beautiful, isn't it?"
Di Fuyi's eyes turned to those words, and he paused for a moment to say that Di Fuyi would never leave Gu Xijiu for the rest of his life, and gave a thumbs up: "It's very good, it doesn't look like it's made of hemp poles.
It has the style of a master."
Gu Xijiu wanted to kick him: "Are you praising me or disparaging me?"
Di Fuyi said seriously: "Of course it's a compliment."
The two chatted and laughed for a while, and she suddenly looked at his robe: "Why did you change into a purple robe?"
Di Fuyi raised his eyebrows: "I don't often wear purple robes."
It is true that purple robe is his signature outfit, but recently he always works as a saint and often wears white clothes.
She hadn't seen him in purple robes for nearly a month.
She looked him up and down and commented sincerely: "You look better in purple robe."
The first person she knew was dressed in purple, and the one she loved was the Zuotian Master Emperor Fuyi.
So later on, although she knew that he was also a saint and that his real name was Huang Tu, she still called him Di Fuyi out of habit.
Di Fuyi turned around in a circle: "I think so too.
But even if I wear white clothes, I am still the most handsome and good-looking man in the world."
Gu Xijiu couldn't help but laugh.
She just liked seeing him so stinky and confident.
In fact, no matter what robe he wears, in her eyes he is the best and no one can compare with him.
She was still anxious to find the life-saving mushroom, and asked him about the special clothes
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