Three thousand flowers are just for you

After lunch, Fengjiu leaned on Donghua's lap with a playful smile and said, "Shaoyang, the lotus in Yaochi is blooming again, how about we go to Yaochi to enjoy the flowers?" Feng Jiu had to find a way to avoid the headache of copying scriptures thing.

Donghua still looked at the book and said: "You finish copying the scriptures first!" Donghua was very clear about the little fox's intentions. It's not that easy to slip away!

Feng Jiu pretended to be confused and said, "Didn't I finish copying?"

Donghua said again: "I finished copying the name, now copy the full text..."

Feng Jiu pouted, sat down at the desk again with a face of reluctance, and silently copied.After a while, Feng Jiu wanted to bargain again, because she was about to lose patience.As soon as he looked up and saw Donghua's profile while reading a book, he unconsciously became a nympho.Feng Jiu took a piece of paper in his hand, completely forgetting that he was going to copy the scriptures, and drew the painting on his own.

An hour later, Donghua put down his book and walked up to Feng Jiu, because the little fox was too quiet, which was not her character at all.Donghua leaned over and saw Fengjiu seriously drawing a person on the paper, but this person was extremely ugly by Fengjiu's drawing, and seeing this person's movements, Donghua frowned: "You are drawing Is it a ghost?"

Feng Jiu didn't even raise her head, she continued to draw, dipping in some ink from time to time.

Seeing that Feng Jiu didn't speak, Donghua made another stab: "This piece of paper was wasted..."

After Feng Jiu finished the last stroke, she put down the pen in her hand contentedly, pointed to the portrait and asked Donghua, "Do you think it's ugly?"

Donghua frowned and looked at the portrait, pursed his lips and said, "If your painting is a ghost, you still have a third of the resemblance!"

Feng Jiu was told that she had lost her temper, and then she took a serious look at the painting she drew for the first time in tens of thousands of years, and it was indeed not as good as Ah Li's usual level.But Donghua can't say that he painted like a ghost. This was too much for her, the only nine-tailed red fox in the world, so Feng Jiu cleared her throat and asked, "You say three points like a ghost, so what else is there?" What does seven points look like?"

Donghua said seriously: "There are still seven points, I really can't think of what it looks like..."

Feng Jiu sighed and said, "Oh... I want to say that this painting is my fourth uncle, do you believe it?"

Donghua is concerned about another question: "Why did you draw your fourth uncle? Shouldn't you draw me?"

Feng Jiu glanced at Donghua and said, "I want to say that this painting is about you, so what will happen to you?"

Donghua was taken aback, raised his eyebrows and said straightly: "If Emperor Donghua is like your painting, I don't think everyone would dare to hang him on the wall..."

Feng Jiu gritted her teeth and interrupted Donghua, "Do you think your portrait is beautiful? In fact, the portrait of you in Zheyan's collection is not much different from this one..."

Donghua raised his eyebrows and looked at Feng Jiu with a smile: "So, you painted me?"

Feng Jiu didn't answer Donghua, but asked meaningfully: "How about hanging this in your study?" Feng Jiu just wanted to choke him, the painting is so ugly, how dare you hang it up.

Donghua nodded without thinking, "Very good!"

Feng Jiu's eyes widened, the corners of her mouth twitched, and she said, "Aren't you afraid of scaring others?"

Donghua smiled: "I don't usually have many people coming to my study. It's nothing more than ordering, Lian Song, Cheng Yu..." The vague meaning of these words is that the people who come here are all people who like to gossip. Uglier than a ghost, if you are told by these three big mouths, then you will be famous in Jiuchongtian!

Feng Jiu stared and said, "If you don't like it, just say so, why are you beating around the bush?"

Donghua frowned and said, "If you drew me, I would naturally like it. If you drew your fourth uncle, I wouldn't like it..."

Feng Jiu interjected, "You even eat my fourth uncle's jealousy?"

Donghua smiled: "I've always been stingy..."

Feng Jiu ignored Dong Hua, took out another piece of paper, and started drawing again.Donghua just looked at her like this, and saw that Fengjiu drew a nine-tailed fox with a few strokes, dipped a little cinnabar with the pen, added a phoenix flower on the fox's forehead, and drew a huge one next to the fox. Irregular circle, then tilted head thinking about something.

Donghua frowned and looked at it for a long time. First, he said that the nine-tailed fox, if it weren't for the phoenix flower on the forehead and the nine tails, he would have thought it was a weasel. The circles are flattering her, what exactly is this painting really confuses him.

Donghua pursed his lips and smiled, and asked, "Jiu'er, do you draw yourself looking in the mirror?"

Feng Jiu looked up at Donghua and asked, "Shaoyang, what is your original body? Show me quickly..."

Donghua wondered why Feng Jiu would suddenly ask this question, and frowned and asked, "Why are you asking this?"

Feng Jiu replied: "Si Ming said that you were born from a stone. Was your original body a stone?"

Donghua suddenly understood the meaning of the picture Feng Jiu had just drawn, and said with a warm smile: "So you drew me and you, and you thought my original body was a stone..." Then he complained Feng Jiu's level of painting: "Just paint yourself like a weasel, it's okay, a stone can be so ugly, it's really hard for you!"

Feng Jiu didn't care about the fact that Donghua complained that her paintings were not good-looking at all, but was concerned about another question: "So, your original body is not a stone?"

Donghua smiled: "Then what do you think my original body will be?"

Feng Jiu gave Donghua a blank look, and said, "It must be a stone, and it's the smelly and hard kind!"

Donghua forced Fengjiu with threats in his eyes, "Don't you like me, this rock?"

Feng Jiu shrank her head and said with a smile: "I like it, I really like it..."

Donghua picked up the brush contentedly, and added a man who was sitting and looking sideways at the fox and smiling on the "stone" painted by Feng Jiu, and the whole painting suddenly became harmonious...

Feng Jiu watched Donghua finish the painting in disbelief, and smiled at Donghua with admiration: "Shaoyang, how can you be so good, you can teach me your painting skills anytime!"

Donghua put down his pen and said: "Painting is a very boring thing, you don't care if you don't learn it!" For Donghua, these piano, chess, calligraphy and paintings are just used to pass the time for hundreds of thousands of years in the past. tool.

Feng Jiu suddenly thought of something, and asked Donghua, "You haven't told me, is your original body a stone?"

Donghua fondled Feng Jiu's small face and smiled: "You have been watching my original body all the time, do you think it is a stone?"

Surprised, Feng Jiu looked Donghua up and down and said, "You mean, your original body is what you look like now?"

Donghua nodded, squeezed Feng Jiu's face and said, "That's right, my original body looks like this, not a stone!"

Feng Jiu was a little confused, she tilted her head and asked again: "Aren't you born from a stone? Why not a stone?"

Donghua shook his head helplessly and said, "I don't know either. Anyway, I have been like this since my incarnation, and I haven't changed for hundreds of thousands of years..."

Feng Jiu lay down on the table dejectedly, pouted her lips and said, "In a few hundred thousand years, I will be old and you will still look like this, so don't you want to despise me?"

Donghua looked at the worried look on the little fox, smiled and pulled her into his arms and said, "Don't worry, we can double cultivate and grow old together..."

Feng Jiu blinked, and asked incomprehension: "What does double cultivation mean? Why can double cultivation make you old?"

Donghua whispered in Fengjiu's ear, "The so-called double cultivation is the method of reconciling yin and yang between husband and wife..."

Feng Jiu blushed after hearing this, buried her head in Donghua's chest and said, "Look at you, you're not serious again..."

Donghua enjoyed the shy look of the little fox at this moment, held Feng Jiu's hand, and tightened it into his arms.

Feng Jiu was thinking in her heart, it seems that Donghua forgot to ask her to copy the scriptures, and if she asked her to copy the scriptures in the future, then he would divert his attention... Thinking this way, she couldn't help laughing out loud .

Seeing Feng Jiu giggling, Dong Hua let go of her and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

Feng Jiu shook her head, and said solemnly: "It's nothing, I just laughed when I was happy!"

Donghua teased Fengjiu and said, "Did you think of double cultivation with me..."

After hearing the word Shuangxiu, Feng Jiu covered Donghua's mouth: "If you are not serious, I will ignore you!"

Donghua raised his eyebrows, took away Feng Jiu's hand covering his mouth, and said, "Okay, let's be serious, go and copy the scriptures!"

Feng Jiu suddenly petrified. It turned out that Donghua hadn't forgotten about asking her to copy the scriptures. Today, he was stunned. After wailing a few times in his heart, he took the two paintings he had just drawn to the side, picked up the pen, and looked at Donghua. Hua glanced at him and said, "Can I copy it three times? I'll copy it three hundred times until next year..."

Donghua didn't answer Fengjiu, but just took the two paintings silently, turned around and left the study room, and said: "Copy slowly, I'll check it later!"

Seeing Donghua go out, Fengjiu hurriedly asked, "Where are you going?"

I only heard Donghua's voice floating: "Go and hide these two paintings, so as not to scare others..."

Feng Jiu stuck out her tongue towards the door of the study after listening, then looked down at the scriptures on the table, and said with her chin in her hand, "Who can come and save me..."

Donghua came to the bedroom, found a brocade box made of rosewood, carefully put the painting in his hand into it, then closed the lid, and put it in the cabinet.Afterwards, they went back to the study, but Feng Jiu was nowhere to be seen.I saw a piece of paper on the desk with a few words written on it, "The whole text of the Lotus Sutra three hundred times"

There is also a line of small words left at the bottom: "I have already finished copying, don't play tricks, and don't punish me again!"

Donghua smiled lightly, this little fox is not only good at playing tricks, but also good at telling nonsense with his eyes open, but why did he slip away again at this moment... Donghua sighed, sat down and tidied up the desk, when After he took away the piece of paper that said "The full text of the Lotus Sutra three hundred times", there was actually a piece of paper underneath that said "Shaoyang, I want to eat the porridge you cooked tonight! Don't cook too much, it's enough It’s good for the two of us to eat. By the way, I will go to the mortal world to see Chengyu, and I will be back in a while..." At the end, I added two words, "Don't read!"

After Donghua finished reading it, he shook his head in surrender.Thinking that he was a dignified Emperor Donghua who was eaten to death by a little fox.Well, if the little fox wants to eat porridge, let's cook it. Isn't it just cooking porridge? To him, Emperor Donghua, it's just a trivial matter!I think he won the culinary championship back then...