The clear sunlight from the nine heavens passed through the vertical window and fell on the fiery red orb between Shaoyi's eyebrows. He opened his eyes from his deep sleep, stared at the colorful gemstones on the top of the hall for a while, and then blew open the window in one breath. The cold wind in winter blew away the ambiguous fragrance in the hall. Pen `￥` crazy `￥` in `￥` text www.bichi.me
The nephrite jade in his arms is still warm and fragrant, he likes to be hugged by such softness.
He squeezed her body with his hands, which made him feel happy. what is her name He has forgotten. What does it look like? You'll have to watch it later to remember.
But those don't matter, free and indulgent, never-ending freshness and joy, after rebirth from nirvana, nothing has changed.
A finger slowly stroked his lips along the arc of his chin. The goddess in his arms had already woken up. He hugged her with his back, his palms penetrated into the loose neckline, grasped the plump softness, and gently twitched her.
When the hustle and bustle subsided, it was almost noon, Shaoyi changed into his daily toga, and Fang wanted to leave this small side hall full of fragrance, when the goddess whose name he couldn't remember spoke lazily from behind: "Dijun, wait for you. When the spirit dream comes, just come to me. This is what I am happy to do, rather than giving birth to offspring for some messed up god, I would rather give it to you." And Emperor Zhongshan is also good.
The word "happy" is excellent, no matter how precious things are in the world, it cannot be exchanged for the word "happy".
Shaoyi unwrapped the braids that were entangled with golden threads, and smiled slightly: "Well said, I almost fell in love with you."
Out of the side hall, with a flick of his long sleeves, he slid down from the high platform slowly, hovered high again, and stopped lightly on the red jade platform of the high tower palace. There were several times more priests and maidservants than before Bow down and salute. The Qingyang clan that has declined in his hands has gradually flourished in his hands these years. Unfortunately, the weak emperor of the previous generation of the Qingyang clan died earlier. If he can survive until now, he has a way to call He's back to normal. Pen `￥` crazy `￥` in `￥` text www.bi~chi.me
"Hua Lin is still sleeping?" Shaoyi gently opened the crystal curtain and asked in a low voice.
The maidservant stood up and said respectfully: "When you go back to the emperor, the princess has turned over a few times just now, and she must be waking up soon."
He turned around and walked to the other side: "Get the crown, I want to take a bath."
After washing off the impetuous smell of rouge and wine, Shaoyi put on a tidy crown, and the fairies neatly **** his braids and tied it with an agate phoenix. The female fairy came to report: "Dijun, the princess is awake."
Shaoyi walked quickly to the sleeping quarters of the high tower palace. Under the heavy gauze curtain, a small figure was sitting in a daze. When he saw him, he smiled coquettishly and stretched out his pink hands: "Father, hug."
He picked up his daughter with a smile, and gently smoothed her soft and messy hair with his fingertips. Her round fleshy face was very cute, so he pinched her, and his voice became gentle: "I still want daddy today." Teach you how to read?"
"Yes." Xiao Hualin wished he could climb up to his face, hugging his head tightly, making him drool all over his face.
Shaoyi carried her out of the gauze tent: "Then have dinner first, and then go to Shenfang Garden with Dad to visit your younger brother, and finally let's learn how to read, okay?"
She started playing with the agate phoenix on his braid again, and said hello crisply.
He hugged Hua Lin tightly and jumped down from the red jade platform. Her joyful and joyful laughter filled the vast Qiongsang City like silver bells.
Twenty-seven thousand years after Nirvana's rebirth, Lingmeng came, and he found a goddess who was willing to bear a child for him and gave birth to Hualin. Since then, the Qingyang family has had one more princess, who just turned 1,500 years old this year.
The unnamed Xiao Fengjun was placed in the extremely hot Shenfang Garden covered with thousands of years of flaming rocks. Just like when he was born, the softest cloud gauze wrapped his slender phoenix body and slept for two hundred years. to wake up.
As soon as Hua Lin saw his younger brother, he wanted to touch his plump feathers with his hands, and he probably forgot to read the words he agreed to. Qingyang Emperor Shaoyi, who is full of energy and can do two things with one mind, handles official business and correspondence, while paying attention to the movements of his children at all times, and circles all the words to be taught today.
After a while, Hua Lin touched the desk again. She was young, but she inherited the same concentration as him. She recognized words very quickly, but her handwriting was a bit poor—Shaoyi could not help but watch her draw ghosts on the paper, Suddenly she asked in a whiny voice, "Father, where is Aunt?"
Well, this question...
Shaoyi Zhiyi touched her small head, and said slowly: "Hua Lin, no matter if you are a mortal or a **** in this world, of course there will be A Niang, but not everyone can see their A Niang, for example, you only have A Niang Father alone. There are also some who are on the contrary, if you can’t see your father, do you think it’s better to have a father or a mother?”
The naive little Hualin who was only 1,500 years old was stunned by his words, and stared at him with tears in his black and white clear eyes: "I want daddy."
Shaoyi wiped away the tears that fell for her, and said softly: "I want Hua Lin too. But you'd better not find a **** like Dad in the future."
"Why?" She has a lot of questions recently, and she has reached an age where she is curious about everything.
Shaoyi held her hand and corrected the words for her: "If you meet a **** you like, you will always want to be with him. If he betrays you, even if I kill him for you, you should be sad or not." It will be sad. Instead of this, it’s better to avoid it from the beginning. Well, I hope you can enjoy the love between the two, but if you don’t have that luck, no one likes being a romantic goddess, and Dad is also happy.”
Obviously she didn't understand what he said at all, she stared at him blankly, and then asked the question back: "Why don't I have a mother?"
Faced with his daughter's stubbornness, the talented Emperor Shaoyi finally felt a little helpless. He sighed and looked around, his eyes suddenly fell on the crystal box on the bookshelf. The snow-white phoenix was still agile and elegant.
He squinted his eyes, not knowing what was touched, and said softly: "It was my fault that I failed to leave Aniang for Hua Lin, but Dad is a selfish ghost, you better forget about Aniang. "
Hua Lin's eyes widened in surprise: "What is a selfish ghost?"
Shaoyi laughed~www..com~ bowed his head and kissed her on the cheek: "This word is too difficult for you, I will teach you later."
She was very dissatisfied, she pouted her mouth so hard that she could hang the oil bottle, buried her head in silently writing a few words, and suddenly said an old-fashioned sentence: "Father, are you lonely?"
Can you even know the word loneliness? It must be that the maids who stood there were idle and chattered about it, but she learned it.
Shaoyi said leisurely: "I have Hualin, how can I be lonely? Now that I have a younger brother, I am not lonely anymore."
The cunning Dijun didn't want to hear his daughter asking those questions that made his head hurt, so he simply hugged her on his lap, took a leaf, and blew a clean and soft tune.
Hua Lin liked this tune very much, and so did Xiao Fengjun, who was wrapped in cloud gauze, her tiny wings fluttered a few times.
As long as you like it, he will keep blowing it. For them, beautiful and bright things will never be short-lived.