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This was what troubled Gu Sikong the most, although there were many people who fawned over their family, and the ones who proposed marriage to Chang Ge even broke through the door.

Prime Minister Gu was worried that his daughter would not treat her well once she married off her daughter. If that happened, with Longsong's temper, who knew what trouble he would cause?

Father, what are you looking at?

Just as he was thinking about it, his two beautiful children already came in from outside. Gu Sikong quivered and immediately placed the red card in his hand on the table, and laughed in embarrassment: ”Where did you two go?”

Zhang Ge didn't know why, but when he was young, he was so afraid of this father. Now, he was so attached to him, smiling as he sat beside him: ”Just now, after sending away the Immortal Lord, we went to buy some dried fruits, and then cook porridge for Mother.”

Gu Yinfeng waved the paper bag in his hand: Then, I will go bring it over to the kitchen first.

Gu Sikong nodded and watched his son walk out. He picked up a teacup from the table and poured a cup of tea before passing it to the long-haired singer. I wanted to thank him for the dinner.

Zhang Ge took a sip of the tea, her beautiful eyes smiling like the crescent moon: No need to thank me, Immortal Lord wouldn't care about these formalities, it's just that her disciple's body is unwell, so I went over to take a look, Immortal Lord said she would come to pick me up after a few days.

Hearing that his daughter was leaving, Gu Sikong's old face was filled with reluctance: Why are you leaving? You're already so old, you should stay at home.

Chang Ge shook his head, ”Your daughter still needs to thank daddy. If your father didn't send your daughter to cultivate, your daughter wouldn't be as capable as she is now. Moreover, she has grown a lot of knowledge outside. How vast is this world.” In the future, when her daughter's abilities are greater, she will bring her parents and elder brother to experience it as well!

Hehe, you little girl, I originally did not believe what you wrote about the demons and ghosts of Blessed Paradise and the Dragon King's Crystal Palace, and believed what you saw when you saw the Immortal Lord. Mortals are really ants, sit still and watch the sky!

Changge giggled, ”This time, I was in a hurry back home. I didn't bring Little Fishy with me, Little Fishy can already turn into a human!”

When she mentioned Little Fishy, the smile on her face didn't seem to be able to hold back at all. She had to thank Bai Ze for his help in transforming Little Fishy. But after Bai Ze forced himself to take Yue Le Le's innocence, she felt her feelings towards this Ancient Divine Beast were complicated.

In the past, he was an existence similar to his teacher and his friend. In Qing Hua, he had helped her when she was being made difficult, and when they had chased after Tao Yao that day, Bai Ze had killed two women with ruthless intent.

On the surface, her methods appeared shameless, but her goal was to help her. She couldn't help but worry that she might have to hand over this former friend of hers someday.

Oh right, Chang Ge, a decree came from the palace, allowing you to enter the palace in three days for Flower God's Day.

Flower God's Day?

She knew very little about this kind of festival song. When she was young, she was just like her mother who was wearing new clothes like hairpins on the day of the festival. She sat on a soft sedan and went out to admire the flowers, and since she was extremely lazy, she spent most of her time hiding in the sedan to sleep.

Of course, the Flower God Festival was a big holiday in the Royal Family. Whenever there was a God involved, the Royal family always treated it with great importance. After all, they had to be worthy of the fact that they often thought of themselves as the Son of Heaven.

On the day of the Flowery God Festival, Changge had been long disguised by her mother. She hadn't worn her daughter's jacket and skirt for a long time, so her appearance was eye-catching.

As a high ranking official in the imperial court, no matter how unwilling she was, she still had to wear what she needed to wear, and what she needed to wear had to be worn at least.