The group pets the little fisherman, she has a lot of happy events

"Yan'er has heard it from elder brother a long time ago."

Ye Xiuyan kept her little thoughts in mind and used her trump card as soon as she came up. She said with a sweet taste like honey: "The emperor's sister-in-law is pure and refined. She is a rare beauty. When I see her today, she is really like that."

Women all like to hear others praise their beauty, and Ling Ranyue is no exception. When he heard his sister-in-law praise him, the only defense in his heart collapsed instantly.

"My sister-in-law is overly praised."

She took two steps forward, like a friend reunited after a long separation, and held Ye Xiuyan's hand affectionately: "My sister-in-law is young, bright and charming."

"The emperor's sister-in-law is not only beautiful, but also has superb magic power."

Ye Xiuyan drew the relationship between her sister-in-law into something with one sentence, smiled slyly, and kept up her efforts: "Especially a genius with a single wood attribute, Heavenly Spiritual Root, who cultivates extremely fast, ranks third on the Hidden Dragon List, and is envied by many people in the world. "

"My sister-in-law also succeeded in transforming her spiritual roots."

Ling Ran felt more comfortable listening to her, and became more affectionate towards her: "The mutated spiritual roots with ice attributes are more powerful in battle, and are more enviable than the emperor's sister-in-law's wooden spiritual roots."

"My sister's spiritual roots are different from those of the emperor's sister-in-law."

Ye Xiuyan's eyes flashed slightly, with a hint of cunning: "No matter how powerful the mutated spiritual roots are, they are still more in tune with the human body than the innate spiritual roots that were brought out from the mother's womb, and the cultivation speed is faster Faster, the advantage is more obvious.”

"Speaking of innate spiritual roots."

Lin Jingcheng's mind was sharp, and when he heard something in his words, he suddenly had a flash of inspiration and subconsciously said: "Fuxin's spiritual roots are exactly the same as Miss Ling's. They are both single wood attribute heavenly spiritual roots."

"Yes."

Ye Xiuyan quickly caught up with the rhythm and gave him an appreciative look: "Sister, I was just about to say what a coincidence. That girl Fuxin also has innate spiritual roots of the wood attribute. Not only that, her appearance is also similar to that of the imperial sister-in-law. Kind of similar."

"Is it?"

The remaining three people were stunned for a moment when they heard this.

Lin Jingcheng was silent for a few seconds. Thinking of what his sister had just said inexplicably, he suddenly slapped his forehead and had an epiphany: "I understand, why did my sister ask the master of the Shenyin Sect?"

Ye Xiuyan frowned slightly, but before she could interrupt him, Ling Ranyue's exclamation rang in her ears: "Ask my father? What's the matter?"

"Emperor's sister-in-law." Ye Xiuyan rolled her eyes at a certain prince and sighed sadly: "Do you have a portrait of the sect master during his lifetime?"

"Have."

Ling Ranyue looked puzzled and hesitated whether to take it out.

"Sister-in-law, there is no need to be nervous."

Ye Xiuyan saw her confusion and comforted her softly: "We have no malice, we just want to confirm something."

"what's up?"

Ye Junlan wanted to protect his beloved wife and asked for her.

"Brother has met Fuxin."

Ye Xiuyan didn't hide anything. She thought about it carefully and expressed her guess: "Knowing her life experience, do you think she is somewhat similar to the emperor's sister-in-law?"

"Fu Xin?"

Ye Junlan's eyes were in a trance, trying to recall in his mind the little Nuomi Dumpling who was only four or five years old three years ago.

"I don't remember much."

After a while, he twirled his hair helplessly and smiled coquettishly.

"This is Fu Xin's portrait."

Ye Xiuyan did not hesitate. In front of the three people, she took out a piece of rice paper from the storage ring, made a small magic spell, and clearly printed the figure that appeared in her mind.

"Oh, that's right, brother remembered it."

Ye Junlan looked at the little girl who was already eight years old and had grown up, her pupils shrank, and she showed a clear expression: "That's her, the empress's little daughter, that cute little girl whose life experience is unknown."