Purple Qi Donglai

Time flies, and the white horse has passed. In the 900 years since Donghua left, Fengjiu has already inherited the position of Queen of Qingqiu.

During these 900 years, Feng Jiu devoted herself to cultivating in Donghuang, dealing with the big and small incidents in Qingqiu, occasionally set foot on Jiuchongtian to go to court meetings, and often went to Taichen Palace alone after the court meetings were over.

Sitting decadently on the water platform in the side hall, drinking peach blossom drunk, his eyes were dim, and the expression on his face was also extremely lonely.

Sliding her fingertips across the water platform, the cold touch came through her fingertips. Looking at the dust on her fingertips, she only felt the time, unknowingly it has been 900 years.

The warm tears in the eyes dripped on the back of the hand, and Feng Jiu could not feel her own existence until there was a warm touch.

In the past 900 years, Feng Jiu's cultivation has long ceased to stay at that stage, and she is about to rise to the immortal rank. She followed Fourth Uncle and Ye Hua to quell many wars in the wild tribes.

Even Beihuang and Qingqiu's affairs, large and small, are well organized and undisturbed. On the day she ascended the throne and became a female monarch, she saw how all the people in the world bowed down and bowed down. Her impetuous heart Finally, she was a little more stable. After all, she did not live up to his expectations, nor did she disappoint him.

900 years have passed, and she has already faded away from her youthful and immature appearance. Even her mentality has changed from the impetuous and reckless at the beginning to the current calm, calm, and wise. She is mature and stable, but she doesn't lose the charm of the past, but adds a few times to the beautiful Qingqiu female monarch.

Her heart is always busy every day, like still water, even calm.

But maybe no one knows that she only sits in the Taichen Palace, often lying on the soft couch in Donghua's bedroom, smelling the only trace of white sandalwood in his brocade quilt, and the lonely look in her eyes. Express all the weakness hidden in my heart and the sadness and grievance of the past 900 years.

She was depressed for so long that she almost forgot her original appearance

Today is Fengjiu's escape from the heavenly calamity in the ice valley and ascended to immortality, and there are thunderous noises, like clamor, dissatisfaction, and menacing, as if she is punishing her mistakes caused by cutting off her tail and engraving against the sky, even though The destiny cannot be violated, but she still has to fight with her life, even if there is only [-]% hope.

Thunderstorms fell in response, striking Feng Jiu's back, and this strong little girl bit her lip abruptly, swallowing the fishy sweetness in her throat, there was no grievance in her eyes, on the contrary they were firm gazes, ice The cold wind in the valley is filled with blood, and it blows head-on, but it smells like death.

The 37 thunders fell in unison in an instant. She just frowned slightly, and the tears swirled around her eyes without letting them fall. When she wanted to cry, Donghua's voice would always be heard in her ears. Listening to this voice felt inexplicably reassuring. Donghua, you have to wait for me, and I will go find you when Jiu'er is strong.

The bloodstains on the body were flesh white, especially glaring, and the bright red blood flowed out slowly, staining the white snow on the ground red, and the coolness of the ice surface covered by the thin white snow penetrating into the bone marrow through the skin was also Gradually covered by the warmth of blood, he lost consciousness.

At this moment, Feng Jiu felt a little sleepy, her eyelids gradually became heavy, and she wanted to just fall asleep, as the cool wind blew over Feng Jiu's body.

Slowly opened her eyes in the haze, the blurry figure in front of her was smiling at her, still dressed in purple, that smile was full of warmth, the long-lost familiarity made her feel sad and wanted to throw herself into his arms and talk about the past 900 years All her heartache and grievances.

And she misses him deeply.

"Donghua, Jiu'er misses you so much. It's so cold here. I'm afraid Jiu'er will die." Feng Jiu lay on the ground. On the ice, tears welled up from his eyes.

Looking at the hazy figure in front of her eyes with tears in her eyes, she couldn't see clearly the handsome and cool face that made her worry about it.

"Jiu'er, don't sleep, you won't be able to wake up if you fall asleep"

The sound seemed a bit ethereal in this empty ice valley.

Tears glistened in Feng Jiu's eyes, and when she wanted to reach out to touch the blurred figure of that person, his figure gradually became blurred in her vision, and finally dissipated like smoke, just as empty as it was at first.

Feng Jiu's hand was hanging in the air, and the pain of tearing her body gradually hit her. Her eyes went dark, her trembling eyelashes stopped flickering, and she gradually closed her eyes and lost consciousness.