Favored Disciples Become Ruined by Mismatched Looks

The Emperor's Palace is the peak of the Wu Zhong Peak, the largest sect in the fantasy world. I have been searching for her for hundreds of millions of years, and my appearance has become blurred for so long. Hua Yan is the daughter of the general and princess of the Wolong Empire in the mortal world. Her parents died for the country, and the proud daughter of heaven became an orphan. Emperor Que accepted Hua Yan as his disciple, just to pass on the position of the peak, so that he could devote himself to finding his sweetheart. Hua Yan worshiped Emperor Que as her teacher, and her sight on the execution ground lasted for thousands of years. From then on, they lived together day and night on Wuzhong Peak, silently and tenderly, loving at the top and filial at the bottom. However, time goes by, and after many years, is it still the same as before? Small Theater ① "Sit down cross-legged." "..." Hua Yan looked in the direction pointed by her master's slender white fingers, and saw wrinkles on the sheets, the quilts were piled in the center of the bed, and one corner of the quilt was still hanging on the edge of the bed. Master is the only one who lives on this main peak. Does this bed belong to Master? But what does it mean to let her sit on it? Hua Yan glanced at her master suspiciously, but she still looked indifferent. Then he looked at himself again and saw a small bean sprout. "Master, I will open up your meridians." Why did Di Que feel that his little disciple's doubtful look was a bit strange? "... Yes." Then Hua Yan silently climbed onto the bed, folded the quilt, straightened the sheets, and sat cross-legged obediently. He silently glanced at the made bed and nodded secretly, so as not to damage the image of Master Gao Lengxian! Well, it's actually just that Hua Yan has a little germaphobia and it's so messy that she can't climb out of it. Di Que looked at the flat sheets and the tofu-like quilt for a while. He felt that this was much more pleasing to the eye than before, so he said to his little disciple: "This will be your morning lesson from now on." "..." ………… ② "Master, do we have to go down the mountain?" Hua Yanwan said softly, holding the silky green silk in her hands. "Well, you just happened to go down the mountain to find out the truth back then." Di Que's tone was calm, and he did not hear the reluctance in his little disciple's tone. "But who under the mountain will tie Master's hair?" Hua Yan put her head on Di Que's shoulder and rubbed it. "Well, that's a problem." Di Que joked, his tone still calm, "Then just keep it as a teacher and give it to your disciple Erwan." ………… ③The silver-white palace stands in the swirling snowflakes, noble, cool and mysterious. Di Que came from outside the palace, Tsinghua Lenggui was as before, but there was a joy of regaining something hidden in his eyebrows. He said: "Yan'er, I will marry you as my teacher." Hua Yan sat high up, wearing a luxurious and elegant purple dress. She stroked her gold-trimmed sleeves and never looked at him. She just said lightly: "If you were a teacher, your cultivation would not be as good as mine; if you were a husband, you would have betrayed me long ago." She glanced at him sideways and said, "Marry me, you are not worthy!"