The 108th abuse of the little phoenix of glass

"It's so beautiful." Xuanji exclaimed, "It's more beautiful than any scenery I've seen in the heaven."

I saw a boundless sea of ​​flowers blooming in front of my eyes. The breeze blew by, and the colorful flowers rippled layer by layer until they reached the other side of the sky.

Crowds of butterflies fluttered up and down in the sea of ​​flowers, as dense as raindrops, with thousands of them.

The stone walls on both sides stand tall, clusters of small waterfalls hang down, flying beads splash jade, and then form a series of clear streams on the ground, gurgling and rushing to the distance.

Green vines grow on the stone wall, and countless butterflies hang from the vines upside down and hang down to the water surface.

Si Feng thought that Xuanji would fly into the flowers and play with the butterflies, so he raised his eyes to look at her.Seeing that she just stood there with her arms outstretched, letting the butterflies fly around her, her face was peaceful and peaceful, with a little warmth in the cold.

The current Xuanji seems to be a little different from before, but so what?No matter what she looks like, she is the best Xuanji in Sifeng's heart.

"What color flower do you like?"

Xuanji replied without hesitation: "Blue."

"Okay." Si Feng looked down among the flowers carefully, picked a lot of blue flowers, then sat cross-legged on the ground, and began to weave.

Xuanji sat on the stone next to her, resting her chin on her hands, watching quietly.

With slender and dexterous fingers, Si Feng quickly wove those blue flowers into a delicate and beautiful wreath.

He raised his hand and put the wreath on Xuanji's head, and asked with a smile, "Do you like it?"

Xuanji tilted her head, reached out and touched the wreath: "I like it."

After a pause, he continued: "Whenever there are flowers, you love to weave garlands for me. I like it every time."

"Every time?" Si Feng was a little confused, this is obviously the first time he made a wreath for her?Could it be that this illusion can make people's heads confused?

This little fool, she is already confused enough, if she continues to be confused, won't she even be able to tell the difference between south, east and north?

However, she seemed to be unable to tell the difference between east, west, and north, so what should she do if she left her side in the future?

Si Feng sighed softly, what else could he do besides guarding this little confused person every step of the way?

"Little Phoenix, I'm hungry." Xuanji rubbed her stomach, feeling weak, "I want something delicious, you can find it for me."

The tone of domineering, it seems that I don't know how many times I have used Sifeng like this, and I have long been used to it.

It seems that no matter how it changes, the habit of gluttony will never change.

Her dependence on herself made Si Feng's heart soft like water, and he raised his hand to straighten her hair on the sideburns: "Wait for me for a while."

He got up and walked into the flowers, picked out a nectar from the stamen with his fingertips, put it on the tip of his nose and smelled it, and then raised the corners of his mouth in satisfaction: "It's not poisonous, how about Xuanji drinking some nectar?"

Sifeng stretched out his left hand, and a jade cup appeared in his palm.Gently waving his right arm, his clothes fluttered, and thousands of nectars jumped into the jade cup one after another like elves in the rain.

The handsome and straight figure of the young man, together with the sea of ​​flowers and the fluttering butterflies, is a very elegant and exquisite picture scroll.

Xuanji watched quietly, feeling silently in her heart, she had seen so many men in the fairy world, they were either suave, dignified, naughty and cute, or cold as snow, but which one was more beautiful than little phoenix Woolen cloth?

A cup of fragrant, amber-colored thick nectar was handed to Xuanji's eyes: "Drink it, I'll make it for you if it's not enough."

Xuanji didn't answer, but stretched out her hand to touch Sifeng's face: "Little Phoenix, why do I think you are getting more and more beautiful?"

Si Feng blushed, turned her head shyly, raised the corners of her lips comparable to a butterfly, overflowing with joy: "I think I'm pretty, so from now on, you can only look at me alone, and you are not allowed to look at others, you know?"

"Even if others want me to see it, I don't care."

Xuanji picked up the nectar and took a sip slowly, the sweet taste spread from the tip of her tongue to her heart: "None of them are as good-looking as Little Phoenix, so I don't bother to look at it."

"Then, let's pull the hook." Si Feng raised his eyebrows, took Xuanji's hand, and hooked Xuanji's little finger with his own little finger.After waiting for a while, seeing that she didn't take a sip of saliva on her thumb as before, and then made fingerprints with herself, she raised her eyebrows, lowered her head to hold Xuanji's thumb, and poured some saliva on it, to be with herself. Thumbs firmly butt: "Hanging on the hook, not allowed to change for 100 years, whoever changes is a puppy."

The young man's voice is clear and clear, and he laughs at Yan Yan.There was also a blush on Xuanji's face, and there was a little warmth in her cold glazed eyes: "Okay, no change."

Si Feng was fascinated by the shy Xuanji.For the first time, a vague idea came to his mind: as long as he can be with Xuanji, it doesn't seem to be a big deal even if he stays in the illusion all the time.

"Is this girl hungry? I have some steamed buns here, please eat them."

A crisp sound startled the two of them.They turned their heads and saw a young girl in emerald green clothes standing among the flowers at some point.

The young girl has a slender figure, although her clothes are crude, she cannot conceal her beauty.

Si Feng looked at her vigilantly, and asked in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

It was obviously a deserted place, but such a young girl appeared suddenly and quietly, which inevitably made people think there was something wrong.

"Don't be afraid, my son. My name is Jiuniang. She is the daughter of a farmer in the nearby mountains. She goes out to deliver meals to her father. If you don't believe me, walk out of this field of flowers and go one or two miles forward, and you will naturally see a village."

Xuanji asked coldly: "You said you brought food to your father, so what are you doing here? Could it be that you want to learn from bees to gather some nectar and drink it home?"

She twirled the jade cup in her hand with her slender fingertips, her attitude was casual, but there was a murderous intent between her brows.

Si Feng took Xuanji's hand and shook it gently.Regardless of whether this girl is a human or a demon, there is no malice now, as long as she doesn't take the initiative to hurt others, Si Feng won't bother to move a finger.

He didn't want to destroy such a beautiful scene and such a good mood.

Jiuniang covered her lips and let out a low laugh: "I came here to pick some flowers, process them into rouge powder, sell them for a few pennies, and then buy hair oil and jewelry to adorn myself. If you don't believe me, take a look."

She handed out the bamboo basket in her hand, lifted the flower cloth on it, and it was indeed filled with colorful flowers.

Xuanji drank the nectar in a few sips, and put the jade cup back into Sifeng's hand.Then he jumped down from the rock, held Sifeng's hand and said, "In that case, take me to your village, I just happen to be hungry too."

She has never been afraid of ghosts and ghosts, only afraid of people's evil intentions.

Across the sea of ​​flowers is a slope.The environment is quiet and the air is fresh.

Hundreds of families lived in a patchwork of hillsides, and many fields were reclaimed around it.

There are a few peach blossoms planted in front of Jiuniang's house, and the small farmyard with green bricks and green tiles is simple and warm.

Xuanji was lying on a wicker chair, her body swaying with the chair.

In the window next to him, a young man in a dark green shirt could be seen busily making soup with his sleeves rolled up.

As soon as she entered the courtyard, Xuanji threw a luminous pearl into the hands of the girl's parents, and said very naturally: "Lend us here for a day, and you leave now."

Holding the Ye Mingzhu in their hands, the two old people left happily with their daughter.

Si Feng looked at her a little dumbfounded, this painting style is different from the previous Xuanji.

"What, are you stupid?" Xuanji cast a sideways glance indifferently: "You, go cook, I'm hungry."

Si Feng would not follow Xuanji's words, so there is the current situation.

The breeze was like water, blowing across her cheeks, Xuanji watched the white clouds float by in the sky comfortably, and glanced at the young man who was in a hurry in the kitchen from time to time, her mood was extremely peaceful.

"Xuanji, the fried peanuts are ready, eat some to fill your stomach first."

"Xuanji, the fried bacon is ready, would you like to taste it?"

"Xuanji, the diced walnut meat is out of the pot, isn't it your favorite?"

Si Feng has never cooked before, but this is not a problem for him who is talented and savvy. Even if it is only the first time to cook, the taste is surprisingly good.

There are no precious ingredients in the small farmyard, and Si Feng can cook a table of delicious dishes that are full of color, fragrance and taste.