The dome was studded with large, brilliant pearls.
The four walls were dotted with precious gems.
Large coral trees stood in the corners, shimmering with magnificent halos.
Hua Yun and Ao Qing took their seats, and the palace’s little demons, holding large jade trays, entered in single file.
Hua Yun took a jade jar from the hand of the clam maiden, unsealed it, and bowed to pour a full cup of wine for Ao Qing.
The honey-colored wine was slightly viscous, giving off a faint sweet fragrance, with tiny silver stars floating in it.
Hua Yun propped her elbow on the table, resting her small hands together under her chin, her bright eyes twinkling with laughter.
“My father told me before that the heavens had arranged for Brother Ao Qing to come to West Lake to take up a post.”
“When I heard someone was coming, I guessed it might be Brother Ao Qing, so I quickly had people bring out these few jars of good wine from the palace. Brother, please try it.”
Ao Qing took a sip, and a light floral scent filled his nostrils, along with a hint of celestial star essence, which was very beneficial.
Hua Yun rested her chin on her small hand, a smile spreading across her palm-sized face.
“This wine is called ‘Xiang Jun Huan’. Brother Ao Qing, what do you think?”
Ao Qing raised his hand and took out another wine jar from the small space he had opened up.
“Courtesy calls for reciprocation. You should try my wine too.”
Hua Yun didn't need Ao Qing to pour the wine. With a delicate and tender tap of her onion-like finger on the table, a stream of wine flew from the jar and landed steadily in the cup.
After taking just a tiny sip, Hua Yun's delicate face instantly contorted in bitterness.
A blush rose from her collar, instantly covering her snow-white, slender neck, and the next second, her entire face turned crimson.
“Cough, cough.”
Hua Yun coughed twice, put down her wine cup, and glanced at Ao Qing resentfully.
“This wine is so strong. And it doesn’t help cultivation at all. Brother Ao Qing, do you like this kind of wine?”
Ao Qing slowly savored the strong wine he had brought out.
“I’m a man. I don’t drink sweet stuff.”
Hua Yun's eyes lit up, and she gleefully dragged her chair next to Ao Qing.
“Brother Ao Qing, that’s a funnier line than my father’s. Tell me your story.”
Ao Qing also wanted to build a good relationship with the little loli in front of him.
After all, the West Lake Lord was a beauty. She was beautiful, and her voice was pleasant.
Most importantly, she was backed by the Dongting Dragon King, whose ascension date was before Ao Qing’s. He was not to be underestimated.
Ao Qing cultivated for longevity, took on the position of West Lake Lord for amusement, and ultimately aimed for a life of enjoyment.
There was no need to create unnecessary friction with others for trivial matters.
Just as they were enjoying their conversation.
Ao Qing suddenly noticed that the little green snake wrapped around his arm had tightened its body slightly.
Without making a move, he gently stroked the little snake’s head with his fingertip.
A clear, cheerful voice rang in Ao Qing’s mind.
“I want to drink wine.”
Ao Qing glanced at the table, dipped his finger in each of the two wines, and let the little green snake choose.
The icy little snake flicked out its tongue and lightly brushed across his two fingers.
When she tasted the strong wine.
Ao Qing could clearly feel the little green snake tightening its coils around his arm.
It was understandable, after all, she had only recently left the mountain, how could she have tasted strong wine before.
She tasted the honey wine brought by Hua Yun again.
The little green snake used her divine sense to say in Ao Qing’s mind.
“I want the sweet wine.”
It was not difficult to fulfill the little green snake’s request, it was just some wine.
Ao Qing directly picked up the jade jar containing the wine, poured a full cup, and casually moved it under the table.
Soon, the little green snake on Ao Qing’s arm, her entire body began to twist and turn.
Ao Qing had sharp ears. He could hear the sound of her tongue flicking against the wine.
Hua Yun leaned over curiously, her willow brows slightly arched.
She seemed to want to ask why Ao Qing brought a little snake demon with him.
Ao Qing made a shushing gesture and chatted with Hua Yun about building a water palace.
Ao Qing did not want to talk about the little green snake, and Hua Yun, naturally understanding, didn’t ask any further.
It was just a snake demon, her own affairs were more important.
“Brother Ao Qing, why don’t I just give you this water palace directly. You just have to give me a room to stay in here.”
Halfway through the feast, Hua Yun, who had also had a lot of wine, leaned on the table, her cheeks flushed, and looked at Ao Qing.
Ao Qing played with the warm, cool snake body of the little green snake in his sleeve.
“Does your father agree?”
Hua Yun seemed to have drunk too much, and she chuckled.
“Father only told me to stay at West Lake for a while, he didn’t say how to handle it specifically.”
Ao Qing nodded.
“Okay, as long as I am still at West Lake, you can come and stay anytime.”
Hua Yun’s brows curved into a smile. She leaned on the table and swayed back and forth.
“Then thank you, Brother Ao Qing.”
“Brother, please continue to eat. I’ll go change clothes.”
After saying that, Hua Yun gave a curtsy, walked around the screen and left.
Ao Qing continued to drink.
He knew that Hua Yun must have gone to send a message.
Great lake dragon kings like the Dongting Dragon King had a very close relationship with their own kind.
He probably already knew that Ao Qing would take up the post of West Lake Lord, so he had Little Hua Yun wait here in advance and even presented a water palace as a gift.
The Dongting Dragon King’s purpose was probably to help Hua Yun purify her bloodline with the help of Ao Qing’s dragon energy.
Thinking of this, Ao Qing rolled up his sleeves and looked at the slender green snake coiled around his arm.
Little Qing had drunk several cups of honey wine and was already drunk. Her small snake head rested against Ao Qing’s palm, gently rubbing against it.
Gently stroking Little Qing’s head, watching her obediently rub against his fingers, her adorable, clumsy appearance was quite endearing.
After watching for a while, Ao Qing felt much better.
Little Qing was so adorable.
I wonder what kind of beauty the gentle and watery Little Bai would be.