Yang Jian turned his head in confusion and looked at the peach blossom tree. Sure enough, he saw a woman dancing in the distance. Yang Jian looked at the girl carefully before laughing, and said in a angrily voice: "This... isn't this clothing just Ye Niang?! She is a man, Liu Sanmiao, do you really treat me as an idiot?"

Yang's mother smiled and glanced at him: "But you only have Ye Niang in your heart, there is no Marquis of Wei Zhuo... Erlang, do you want to invite her over for your mother? Let's get to know each other?" Yang Jian knelt on the ground, straightened his waist and shook his head and said, "No need. Master Mother, I have seen a lot of this method. As long as I don't feel emotional and don't have any false thoughts, the petals will dissipate later, and the illusion will naturally be broken."

Yang's mother sighed, poured a glass of wine on her own, and used her sleeves to cover her face and drank slowly. Yang Jian didn't know how long she had been kneeling, but Yang's mother kept drinking by herself, without any intention of paying attention to him. Yang Jian had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "My mother, Erlang pour you wine." Yang's mother closed her eyes and smiled: "Okay, come here."

Yang Jian stood up by pressing the petals on the ground, and suddenly his face changed. Then Yang Jian looked at the petals stuck to his palms in a daze, and hurriedly rubbed them with his hands, and his fingers and palms were actually covered with peach blossom juice. Yang Jian widened his eyes and whispered: "It's not a fool! It's actually... it's really... it's all real petals! What a powerful spell!!"

Yang's mother sighed and slowly scolded with a little dissatisfaction: "I asked you to pour wine for Wei's mother, but you looked at the petals yourself? Humph, for a moment. Yang Erlang, when you were the gods, Wei's mother had been sent to the heavenly prison for many days. Now when we meet again, you are so ungrateful!" Yang Jian hurried to Yang's mother, looked at her mother carefully before asking hesitantly: "Are you really my mother?"

Yang's mother turned her face with disgust, tilted her head and looked at Ye Niang in the distance and snorted coldly: "It doesn't matter whether I am your biological mother or not. The key is that everyone you want to see is here." Yang Jian slowly shook his head and explained: "If you can't see your mother, how can it be called an illusion array? I know in my heart that you are a phantom, but you can't lie. It's really... I can't say it, I can't say it."

Yang's mother pressed the back of her hand against her chin and shouted to Ye Niang: "Girl, can you come and drink for me?" Ye Niang slowly stopped dancing, bowed and walked to Yang's mother slowly, and said: "I, Ye Niang, I have seen my wife." Yang Jian intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Ye Niang's back and silently said: "She is the Marquis of Wei Yu, a man! What a cute lady to pretend to be, it's really disgusting!"

Yang's mother helped Ye Niang up without any mind, held her hand and asked in a low voice: "Ye Niang, why are you dancing alone in the wilderness?" Ye Niang lowered her head and said in a low voice: "Reply to Madam, Ye Niang danced in front of others, and danced in the wilderness, and danced in her own way." Yang's mother sighed, grabbed Ye Niang's hands and let her sit beside her: "I think you are also a daughter of a family of officials, but she is actually in a wandering world..."

Yang Jian looked at Ye Niang squintedly and said, "If it were a god with an unstable heart in Taoism, I would have been hooked long ago! But I am Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun, I will not eat your Liu Sanmiao's trick!" Ye Niang lowered her head and thought for a while, then shook her head and squeezed out a wry smile: "Does Madam look down on Ye Niang?" Yang's mother touched Ye Niang's face with a care and said, "It's not that she looked down on her, but that she felt sorry for Ye Niang's beauty, and she turned into a playground toy - Alas, for so many years, I really feel sorry for you."

Ye Niang still lowered her head and said, "Thank you for your mercy, Madam Ye Niang's life is like this, I can't blame others." Yang Jian couldn't help but interrupt and said, "What's the life is like! Miss Ye Niang, are you really willing to please others with your youthful appearance and spend your whole life? What should you do when you are old?" After saying that, Yang Jian looked up to the sky and then argued: "Don't think I've been fooled. This illusion array really can't do anything to me! Liu Sanmiao! Luo Binghou! I'm not a god who is a backdoor!"

Yang's mother glanced at Yang Jian again, then touched Ye Niang's head and said, "Oh, it's rare for children who accept their fate like you. But Erlang's words are correct. You can use your youth to win the smile of the powerful. When you are young, what will happen when your youth is gone and you will have no beauty?" Ye Niang bent her lips and smiled, then slowly poured a glass of wine for Yang's mother.

Although Yang Jian tried hard to peek at Ye Niang's appearance, he only saw the corners of her mouth and dimples. Ye Niang sighed lightly, lowered her head and said lightly: "Even the wife only calls me Ye Niang, why should I be obsessed with Ye Niang's home? The wife just needs to remember that there is a silly girl who dances alone in the wilderness and is considered a phantom called Ye Niang."

Yang Jian could no longer help him, and sat cross-legged, stared at Ye Niang's delicate nose and asked, "But you are an illusion! Ye Niang is the stage name of Wei Yuhou Hou, and she is a man. No matter how you hide it, it is just a shadow of Wei Yuhou Lin Miao!" Ye Niang smiled, turned her face to look at Yang's mother and said, "Since lord said that, Ye Niang won't explain. Madam, can you please let Ye Niang dance for you again?"

Yang's mother nodded, watched Ye Niang walk not far away, singing solo while dancing. Yang Jian picked up his arms and sighed, "Oh, although she is just a shadow, she is really pretty." Yang's mother put down the wine glass in her hand, smiled and asked her son, "Erlang, how long has it been since we met?"

Yang Jian stared at Ye Niang's dance move casually and replied: "Since I rescued my mother, I have never seen you before - you were locked in the prison by the Emperor of Heaven, I can't see you at all." Yang's mother picked up the wine glass and snorted: "But I am also an illusion, you don't need to call me the mother." Yang Jian lowered his head and said: "You are the same as Yang Jian's biological mother. Even if Yang Jian understands it in his heart, he will treat you as a mother."

Yang's mother shook her head and asked, "But why do I look like your mother?" "This is an illusion array. Liu Sanmiao must have transformed you into my mother's appearance, including her personality and tone - this grass feathered Spirit Saint is indeed not simple." Yang Jian looked at Ye Niang's figure curiously and said.

Yang's mother smiled and shook her head, put down her empty wine glass and sighed: "But the grass-feathered spirit saint Liu Sanmiao, you must have never seen me before?" Yang Jian lowered his eyes and said, "I have seen it! If the illusion array cannot confuse people's hearts..." "Then have you ever met Ye Niang?! She and the Marquis of Wei Yu look different at all!" Yang's mother suddenly interrupted Yang Jian and said.

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