Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

Zi Hua has been living a very leisurely life these days. Although he is rumored to be bloody outside, he is living a fairy-like life in the mansion.

One day at noon, Zihua lifted a reclining chair to bask in the sun in the yard. The warm winter sun was neither too strong nor too arrogant, and it was a time when people loved it. Zihua took out a piece of snack from the tray next to it and ate it. , teasing the little wolf with a whip in one hand.

Although the little wolf was well rounded, his skills were not bad, and the fluffy ball flapped the whip that danced on the ground, having a great time playing.

An Xining originally wanted to discuss with Zihua how to deal with the rumors in the market and his father's illness, but when he came in, he saw such a busy person, he immediately lost his composure and sat down with the corners of his mouth twitching. Beside Zi Hua: "Why do I feel that this little wolf is getting more and more stupid? Is it because he ate too much?"

Zihua, who was stuffing snacks into his mouth, paused, swallowed the snacks in his mouth silently, turned his head and said seriously to An Xining: "Xining, I accidentally threw something out of the window this morning. It's on the tree, can you help me get it down from it?"

An Xining agreed with all his heart, and Zihua would ask him to help one day. As the head of the family, he finally had a role to play, so he took off his outer robe and asked arrogantly: "Zihua, which tree is it on? I'll give it to you." Take it down."

Zi Huasui pointed to a tree, which was a ginkgo tree with bare leaves in the yard. The branches were tall and straight, and the tree texture was smooth.

An Xining squinted his eyes and looked up at the few branches, and said in doubt: "Zi Hua, why didn't I see what you threw on it?"

Zihua casually said: "The important things are relatively small, and you have to climb up to see them."

"Oh." An Xining nodded foolishly, spread his limbs and jumped towards the tree trunk, climbing up with hands and feet, looking like a slowly wriggling caterpillar from a distance.

After climbing nearly five meters high and reaching the first branch, An Xining lowered his head and called, "Zihua, did you throw it here?"

"No, just go up."

So, move on.

Arrived at another branch: "Zi Hua, is this here?"

"No, more."

An Xining glanced down cautiously. At this time, he was already far away from the ground, and he felt a little dizzy under the sun. But this is not the destination yet, so he could only continue to climb up.

"Zi Hua, is this here?"

"Not yet, continue."

Zihua sat leisurely on the recliner, squatting at the feet of the little wolf sticking out his tongue, the whip on his left hand had been thrown aside in disgust by one man and one wolf, and concentrated on watching An Xining who was struggling to move on the tree.

Touching the little wolf's hairy head with emotion, Zihua said: "Little wolf, learn a little bit, don't grow tall like An Xining but don't grow a head, even if you eat too much, you can't lose your IQ."

The little wolf "woo woo" a few times, as if in response, Zihua rewarded it with a few pieces of beef with satisfaction, and continued to watch An Xining climb the tree with the little wolf with great interest.

An Xining struggled to move up a few inches, holding the tree trunk tightly with both hands, looking around, and said in a loud voice, "Zi Hua, are you sure you left it on this tree? I can't find it no matter what."

Zihua picked up the little wolf and walked into the room: "I'm not sure if the thing is on the tree, but I'm sure you are getting more and more stupid."

An Xining was flustered in the cold wind, looking at Zihua who had left, and then looking at his own situation, he wanted to cry without tears, what did he say just now to offend Zihua? !

After finally getting down from the tree, An Xining entered the room with hands and feet fluttering, and hugged Zihua into his arms from behind: "Did you lie to me just now?"

"What do you say?"

An Xining was depressed, and buried his face in Zihua's neck: "I think you lied to me."

Zi Hua struggled away, turned around and tapped An Xining's forehead with the book rolled up in his hand: "You know I'm lying to you and you still have to ask, An Xining, you are getting more and more stupid."

An Xining, who was evaluated as stupid again, blew his hair. He grabbed Zihua, who was proud of himself, and gnawed down hard. He captured his lips and tongue, and even took away his breath. The arms across his waist were strong and powerful, tightly Hooping Zi Hua in his arms.

Finally separated by a slight distance, An Xining breathed heavily, and with the tip of his nose pressed against Zi Hua's cheek, he said softly, "Sooner or later, I will be tortured to death by you."

"If you can't bear it, I can set you free."

"Don't!" An Xining bit his lower lip, "I will be tortured by you for the rest of my life."

Zi Hua chuckled, and pulled him to sit down at the table: "Why are you looking for me now?"

"For my father, and for you," An Xining grabbed his hand and put it in his palm, "Zi Hua, my father has been haunted by nightmares for nearly ten days, and rumors are spreading outside the palace that you are the culprit." , although it has been suppressed recently, but there is no guarantee that it will explode someday, I remember you once said that this is an opportunity for the emperor to admit my marriage, I don't know how you should do it, but I need my help."

Zihua was thoughtful: "It turns out that nearly ten days have passed. I'm so comfortable in the mansion that I almost forgot the time."

An Xining was speechless, grabbed the hand in his palm and gnawed it, Zihua glared at him: "Why are you like a little wolf, you still need to grind your teeth at such an age?" With that said, he withdrew his hand and handed it to An Xining , I saw two shallow tooth marks printed on the back of the white hand, a little red in the snow, which was particularly conspicuous.

An Xining's heart ached immediately, and she put her lips on the tooth marks, and then stretched out her tongue to lick around the tooth marks. The wet feeling made Zihua blush for a while, at a loss.

Withdrew his hand in a panic, Zi Hua lowered his head and said, "I'll act tonight, you don't need to help."

Knowing that he was shy, An Xining didn't point it out, just at this moment when Xiao Yantai asked him to report on matters in the mansion, he was driven out by Quilt Hua.

At night, in the Hui'an Palace, Emperor Mingde drank the medicine under the service of the queen, went to bed with a tired face, and fell into a deep sleep after a while.

As expected, he entered the dream again, surrounded by white mist, Emperor Mingde didn't dare to call out loudly, so he had to stay where he was and wait for the changes, when his feet suddenly became soft and moist, when he looked down, the barren land turned into In the swamp, he was stuck in the mud, unable to move an inch.

Emperor Mingde frowned in disgust, and tried to pull his feet out of the mud, but the more he moved, the deeper he sank, and the mud had sunk into his knees in an instant. Suddenly, there was a "rustling" sound in the distance, which seemed to be the sound of a giant crushing the grass.

Emperor Mingde raised his eyes and lost his six souls in shock. He saw a giant black python with a thick waist of an adult man rushing towards him. Its dim yellow eyes were as big as lanterns, and it emitted a cold light. The scarlet snake letter, the two giant teeth are sharp and terrifying, which makes people tremble with fear.

The giant python straightened up suddenly, and Emperor Mingde's face turned pale when the black shadow pressed down. The giant python seemed to be very satisfied with his reaction, and approached him with its bloody mouth wide open. You can even feel the coldness of the snake's teeth against your face.

"My life is over!"

Just as he was about to close his eyes and wait to die, the python cried out in pain. Emperor Mingde opened his eyes and saw a sword sticking out of the giant python's head. Blood flowed out from the wound, staining it red. In the grass under him, the giant python rolled and howled in pain, its tail slapped the ground, splashing water and mud.

Emperor Mingde's face was still in shock, when he heard a voice from above: "You beast, don't hurt people's lives."

Before he could react, a white-bearded old man appeared in front of him, with a thin face and a fairy-like bone. With a seal on his right hand, he put the raging python into the net. The long sword returned to his hand.

The white-bearded old man turned to look at Emperor Mingde, rescued him from the mud with a wave of his hand, and said gently: "Now that the evil animal has been executed, the saint need not be afraid."

Emperor Mingde calmed down and saluted the old man: "Thank you, old god, for saving me."

The old man laughed a few times: "You don't need to be polite, the saint. The saint is Ziwei, and saving you is just in accordance with the heavens. Why do you need to thank you?"

"Even so, I still have to thank the old god for saving my life." Emperor Mingde thanked him again, and said after hesitating, "I still ask for one thing, I wonder if the old god can help."

"Sage please speak."

"I don't know why these days. I keep having nightmares. I don't know if the old god can solve it?"

The old man flicked the floating dust, stroked his beard and smiled: "This immortal is here for this purpose."

"Oh?" Emperor Mingde was overjoyed and hurriedly asked: "Can the old god help me?"

"This immortal can't, but there is one person who can."

"I don't know who it is, can the old god tell me?"

The old man was not in a hurry to answer, auspicious clouds rose slowly above his feet, and when Emperor Mingde was in a hurry to leave, the old man's voice came from the sky: "Climb to the railing, white clothes save lives, marriage is destined, irreversible time for."

As soon as the words fell, the old man had disappeared in the air. Emperor Mingde was in a hurry: "Old Immortal, what does this mean, please clarify, Old Immortal."

"Your Majesty, wake up Your Majesty."

When Emperor Mingde opened his eyes, what he saw was the anxious face of the queen: "Your Majesty, are you alright?"

Wiping off the Queen's hand wiping his sweat, Emperor Mingde said wearily: "I'm fine, Zitong doesn't have to worry."

After a pause, he asked again: "Did I talk in my sleep?"

The queen shot him a look: "You also know? What old god have you been calling just now, and the concubine won't wake you up no matter how much I call you."

Emperor Mingde raised his hand to comfort her, but found that he was holding a veil in his hand, he opened it in surprise, and there were a few lines written on it, which was clearly the last reminder to him from the old fairy in the dream.

At the same time, Zi Hua outside the palace opened his eyes, and just as he got out of bed, An Xining next to him came up to him: "Zi Hua, how is the plan going?"

Zi Hua took a sip from the teacup handed over, and said conceitedly, "Is it possible for me to make a move?"