The Immortal Doctress: Emperor’s Consort

In sight is the peach color of the mountains and plains, here is like a peach blossom island, especially in a green island.

The breeze blows, and the falling English is colorful.

The petals fell with the wind, and fell to the ground, like a fairyland on earth.

Ling Yunting put Mu Zhiqing down, she stepped forward and looked at the peach blossoms around her, her lips raised unconsciously.

"What a nice view."

The woman raised her hand slightly, and the petals fell in her hand gently.

She has always liked peach blossoms, but she never knew there was such a beautiful peach blossom island near the imperial city.

Seeing the woman walking among the peach trees, the peach blossoms are flying, like a fairy in the forest.

The man's eyes always fell on her, as if she was the most beautiful scenery, stunningly beautiful and irreplaceable.

"Like it?"

The deep voice was faintly pampered, and it sounded slowly.

Mu Zhiqing raised her eyes and glanced at Ling Yunting not far away, and smiled: "I like it."

An epiphany smile spread across Ling Yunting's lips, and an indescribable satisfaction reached the bottom of his eyes.

A thought slowly surfaced in his mind. He didn't want to deal with the uproarious affairs anymore, just wanted to be quiet in the years. Seeing her smiling like a flower, this life is enough.

"I never knew there was such a place in the imperial city, how did you find it?"

Mu Zhiqing looked around and found that the trail was very quiet, as if there was no one else besides them.

"You know it with your heart." Ling Yunting said, "It's very quiet here, even if it takes a long time to take a boat."

"That's why you brought me here?"

Ling Yunting raised his eyebrows evilly, acquiescing to her guess.

Mu Zhiqing sat on the ground, and the sunlight poured down through the gaps in the leaves, shining on the white figure, not as beautiful as a mortal.

She suddenly turned her head, smiling like a flower, her eyes gleaming, "Thank you."

Ling Yunting gave a chuckle, and walked slowly to Mu Zhiqing's side and sat down, "If Madam is happy, I am happy."

"We are not married yet." Mu Zhiqing said sternly, "You are addicted to the name of the lady?"

"Sooner or later, I have to change my tongue. Why bother to change?"

"It's not necessarily."

Ling Yunting didn't say much on this question, and suddenly said: "Madam seems to like Peach Blossom Drunk?"

He remembered that when she first met and the night before leaving, she drank peach blossoms.

"Indeed." Mu Zhiqing admitted frankly, "Among many good wines, my favorite is Tao Hua Zui.

If you can have a pot of peach blossoms under such a beautiful scenery, it would be perfect, but a pity..."

"What a pity?"

Ling Yunting took the flask and handed it to Mu Zhiqing, "Madam is satisfied?"

Mu Zhiqing was startled slightly, sat up straight, looking at him in disbelief.

"Where did you... change from?"

She had just come with him clearly, and there was no place on him to hold this jug of wine.

"Since you have been prepared, how can there be imperfections?"

Ling Yunting raised his hand, and Mu Zhiqing noticed the ring on her hand, her eyes lit up.

"This is a storage ring?"

Ling Yunting: "Not bad."

Mu Zhiqing couldn't help but marvel, and sure enough, any rare object could be found in Ling Yunting's body.

The storage ring is so precious, it is simply the treasure that cultivators dream of, and there is no need to carry a bag when traveling.

It's a pity that there are too few storage rings. Unless the wealth reaches a certain level, it will not be easy.