Zhong Ai Qingqing

When he came up, he plunged into his arms like a little beast who had been greatly wronged, and then looked at the stern and uncomfortable little Phoenix in front of him, who seemed to be dying, he suddenly laughed: "Well, this kind of Things are beyond your control, let nature take its course."

The well-behaved fox boy carried the incense lamp and helped the demon master get off the bridge. The demon master's carriage brigade, who was kneeling in the distance, set up the car again, the crystal bells swayed and rang, the four fox girls raised the gauze curtain, and the rhinoceros knelt down. After getting down, the demon master stepped on the rhinoceros and stepped on the frame.

Feng Ao let out a sigh of relief. Seeing the carriage brigade walking away, he opened his palm, and the cyan dragon scale was lying there quietly. The place where the sky was connected between black and white was blood-red, whether it was the setting sun or blood-stained. unknown.There, is the barren sky gap.Heavy pressure weighed on his chest.Looking at the dragon scale again, his hands were scorching hot again, powerless and desperate.

Zhong Ai, my time is running out...

Is it wrong to make you fall in love with me again?

21

At the end of this year, the upper realm, which has never changed with four seasons, unexpectedly had heavy snowfall for 32 days.

Even with 31 layers of ice under the sky.

Zhong Ai sat on the couch and let Bo Ying wrap him tightly in a thick blanket. The snow-colored blanket with silver hair was round like a big snow ball.

Taking a breath, white smoke curled up, and the fine snow particles on the silver eyelashes were crystal clear.

Xiangfeng flew over from the front of the temple and stopped on the osmanthus tree, shaking off the falling snow on his body, relying on the easy-going doctor and not arguing with him about etiquette, he turned into a human and went to disturb Bo Ying.

A pair of cold hands squeezed that tender little face, Bo Ying scolded him in a low voice, he still had a playful smile on his face, Bo Ying glared at him again, squatted down, and poured out the hot tea that was boiled on the burning medicine stove indiscriminately Half a bowl was stuffed into his hand, blocking the ice hand.

Afterwards, he carefully filled the purple jade bowl with bone plums carved into eight percent of the tea, placed it on a tray covered with silk silk, and served it to Zhong Ai to drink.

Take a sip of hot tea.Zhong Ai sighed comfortably, the tea soup was steaming hot, the doctor's cheeks were reddened, the snow fell from the osmanthus tree, and a little snow foam fell on the tea, and it melted without a trace.

Zhong Ai stared at the cup of tea in a daze.

The little boy with the little flower squatting there was rolling the snowball, carefully rolled it into a perfect circle, was picked up by Xiao Lingzhi and smashed at Xiangfeng, who glared back angrily: "You, you, you!!"

"You, you, you!!!" Lingzhi pinched her waist and said fiercely, "Running to our palace all day long, and I never see the empress Si-in-law taking care of you!"

Encounter Yourong Junya's face showed a ruffian smile, and the silver rings on the ears flickered: "What's the matter? Not only did I come here, but I also touched it!" After saying that, he touched Bo Ying's little face .

Bo Ying's face turned black and her eyes crossed, Xiangfeng retracted with a smirk, Lingzhi flung another snowball over in a hurry.

"Hey!" Xiangfeng suffered a cold lawsuit at Boying's place, had nowhere to vent, and was hit by a dead girl again, suddenly had a direction, and threw a snowball over with his sleeves rolled up and looking disrespectful.Unexpectedly, when the girl dodged, she missed her aim and hit the innocent ginseng.The soft boy with the little flower on his face stood up with a gentle and harmless face, Xiangfeng raised his eyebrows: "Ah, I made a mistake."

The little boy ignored him, moved a few steps to his sister Zhi'er, shook off the clothes in front of him as if asking for credit, and smiled harmlessly and kindly.Inside were countless snowballs piled up like small hills, Ganoderma lucidum touched his face in praise, a snowball in each hand, baring its fangs and claws with a wild smile, smashed at the little bird.

Xiangfeng threw the snowball back while scurrying around, causing the snowballs to dance in chaos in the courtyard.

Bo Ying stood next to Zhong Ai with the plate in her arms, watching with relish.

Zhong Ai came back to his senses, looked at the lively scene, and took another breath.

Bai Yan Miaomiao.

It wasn't until late at night that the man in the cloak patted the snowflakes on his body in front of the hall, and entered the room lightly.There was a sound of lamp oil bursting, and when the door was pushed open, a cold wind blew in, and the shadow of the lamp shook.

Zhong Ai was half covered with quilt, with loose hair, rubbing his eyes, half dreaming and half awake, muttering: "You're back?"

Young Master Feng took off her outer clothes and went to the brazier to roast again. Feeling a little warm on her body, she dared to hug the sleepy Shangshen: "Well, I'm back. Go to sleep."

The doctor, Shangshen, still felt confused, and buried himself in his bosom automatically, and then wrapped his arms around him, and then fell asleep steadily.

The corners of Feng Ao's lips curled up in a pampering arc, he habitually embraced him, hugged him in his arms, and stroked his long silver hair one after another.Young Master Feng's slender eyelashes drooped down, and her golden red eyes stared at the doctor's undefended peaceful sleeping face without blinking, her eyes gradually darkened.After seeing him sleeping soundly, for a while, he raised his face and leaned against the wall silently with an extremely painful expression.

That night, Ganoderma lucidum played snowballs in the daytime and was greedy for nectar, and she suffered from stomach pains all night, while Ginseng guarded her all night with a stern face and not hiding her distress.

这一夜，泊樱不情不愿的被相逢从被窝里挖出来扛着去星河看了一夜天河浩荡。

That night, Emperor Dongfu sent away the attendants from the Heavenly Palace, and cooked himself a dish of Amingchi soup.

In the deep night, Emperor Dongfu, dressed in bright yellow imperial armor, sat in the Nongchi Pavilion with the red railings.His sideburns were all combed up neatly, revealing the vermilion imperial seal on his forehead.The hair crown is fastened with a big pearl and jade lock, and all the shiny black hair hangs down from the back of the crown, faintly connected with strings of ink beads and gold threads.Xuan Guang turned over the palace wall covered in blood and looked at him from a distance, only felt that the bright red lips and pale complexion reflected the pond full of koi carps, which couldn't be more appropriate.

"Ah Fu." The blood-stained man called him through a railing somewhat restrainedly.Dijun sat in front of the couch and sighed helplessly: "I always refuse to call me uncle." Then he told him: "Go wash it up, come over and apply medicine."

After hearing this sentence, the man who was covered with a cold and suffocating atmosphere revealed a childlike happy and complacent smile for the first time, and his usual rigid handsome face melted away with a hint of glamour.He obediently ran a few steps and then stopped, turning around in doubt: "Ah Fu, do you smell the smell of A Mingchi?"

"I cooked Amingchi soup for you, it will get cold if you wait any longer."

The emperor's gentle face was a little bit red, and before he finished speaking, he saw that Xuan Guang smiled and disappeared.

At that time, Dong Fu was not yet an emperor, but a young man practicing cultivation, and he was picked up by the chaotic sea.A young man took a child through Brahma Realm. He was still in a physique of five grains to nourish his body. He was so hungry that he watched the green peacocks flying all over the sky and the white rhinoceros running around all over the ground, wishing to turn them into delicious barbecue, but Brahma Realm It is the site of the Buddha, and killing is a big taboo.So in the pleading eyes of his pitiful eyes, Dong Fu stole something for the only time in his life.The young Dongfu stole a plant of Amingchi planted by a monk before Buddha, and stewed it for him to eat.

The soup made by A Mingchi is surprisingly delicious, sweet and glutinous. The most amazing thing is that it tastes whatever you want it to taste.Once in this life, once will be unforgettable.Later, he drank A Mingchi soup again, but this time there was an extra dead fox, and every time he not only grabbed the soup, but what was even more annoying was that he had to compete with him for A Fu's attention.

Later, Ah Fu was chosen by the Father God to succeed him, and this was also thanks to Cang Xi.If Ah Fu doesn’t know Cang Xi, if he has never met Father God, now there is only Dong Fu, there is no emperor, no great responsibility, even if he will be ignorant, even if he will be reincarnated, but there is nothing wrong with that .At least two people are justifiable, together, inseparable.

Emperor Dongfu carefully applied medicine to the man on the couch as usual, not missing every scar.Pick up the A Mingchi soup that has been simmering with Taiqing rootless fire, and watch him drink it to his heart's content.

It was a bowl of extremely sweet soup.

So sweet that Young Master Xuanguang entered Heitian's dream with a relaxed smile like that.

The emperor took the bowl in his hand and helped him to lie down on the couch. The night wind blew up the fragrance of lotus, and the water on the brewing pond was rippling. Touching the man's lips, those lips were scorching hot and crystal clear, A Mingchi soup accidentally touched his lips, Dong Fu rolled the juice into his tongue, but it was as bitter as a lotus heart.

东扶闭狠了心，毅然决然的转身离去。

"The gap in the sky will not be abnormal, it's just because of an abnormality, and this abnormal number, you and I know it well."

"Brother Fu, he will kill you sooner or later. Father God's will, only one of the two masters can be kept, either you die or the other dies, why don't you let me kill him now!"

"You're going to die, I won't stop you. But have you ever thought about what that kid will do?"

“玄光已经大了，他会做好他自己的决定。”

"He can indeed make his own decisions. But in fact, you never gave him a chance to choose!!"

"It's up to now. Don't worry about it until now. Since everything started because of him, then I will end it all."

总有一批人，要活在这世上的风头浪尖，他们被众人膜拜景仰，风雨来时也最先被撕扯摧毁。因为他们是脊梁。人亦如此，神亦如此。苍生尤苦。

22

The Heavenly Marriage came as scheduled, and this extravagant and joyful wedding banquet was still talked about by the gods thousands of years later.

On the couch among the lotus flowers in the depths of the brewing pond, a young man full of blood and vitality fell asleep. He didn't know what kind of dream he was sinking in and couldn't wake up.

Emperor Dongfu is dressed in the Ming Huangdi costume, holding a jade belt with a red ball in his hand, and the other end of the jade belt is connected to the Qianqian hand of the God of Marriage, leading step by step to the ladder.

From the lower and lower realms of the six realms, from the second realm of monsters to the 99th heaven, they all witnessed this unrivaled heavenly marriage.Taking the seat of the Queen of Heaven as the engagement, the good fortune of the six worlds as the dowry, and Yingluo, the God of Marriage, marrying Emperor Dongfu as his wife.

As the most beloved courtier of the Emperor of Heaven, Zhongai Shangshen had the honor to be with San Qing.