Purple Qi Donglai

The slender joints gently twisted its small ears, and the fluff slipped slightly between its fingers, and a muffled hum came out of its nose. There was a faint smile on Chen Qing's face, and his long and narrow eyes were slightly narrowed. With a little pride in the middle,

Feng Jiu kicked her little paw slightly, then slowly opened her dark and small eyes, looked up at Chen Qing, slightly licked the back of his hand,

"Fox, since you woke up, it's time for you to go home," Chen Qing said softly, with gentleness in his tone, tenderness in his eyes,

Feng Jiu's little head shook slightly, and her paws gently stroked the back of Chen Qing's hand, as if she was dissatisfied with the words in his mouth,

Chen Qing caressed its fluffy forehead, then hugged it in her arms, her neck rested slightly on the fluff on her forehead, her eyes were full of affection,

"If you want to follow me, then follow, but you can't leave my line of sight," a faint voice came into Feng Jiu's ears. Chen Qing looked down, but saw the little fox squinting slightly. Looking at himself, there was a faint smile on the corner of his small mouth,

With Feng Jiu in his arms, Chen Qing walked into the Buddhist hall, slightly raised the hem of his robe, knelt on the cattail mat, and placed the little fox in his arms on the cattail mat beside him, then closed his eyes, slender along the long black rope, twisting the agarwood beads in his hand one by one,

His thin lips parted slightly, and he murmured Buddhist scriptures in a low voice, while the little fox beside him was already lying on the mat, his little paws were scratching the mat one by one, and there was a muffled groaning sound in his nose,

"Donghua in this life is so boring, he only knows about chanting sutras and chanting Buddha," Feng Jiu said in a mournful voice, her two fluffy ears trembled slightly, and many images appeared in her mind for a while. When she was in the palace, she also clinged to his lap like this, reading Buddhist scriptures with him page by page. Day after day, year after year, she didn't feel bored, on the contrary, she just wanted to be with him for a long time. Beside him, at first she wanted to be a little fox, carefree, and accompany him for a long time, but now her mind has changed a bit, she not only bears the heavy responsibility of Queen Qingqiu, she To protect one of her people, she still has to work hard to ascend to the gods as soon as possible. She doesn't want to let him down. She hopes that through her hard work, one day she can stand side by side with him, holding hands and smiling in the wind. Fengyun, Yu Sihai Bahuang, she is the dignified Qingqiu female monarch, and Yu Donghua emperor, she will always be the little fox on the tip of his heart.

Her eyes were moist for a moment, but now she understands Donghua's thoughts, understands his good intentions, understands his deep affection, between people and God, the word love is difficult to understand, love and hate are infatuated Whether it is entanglement or lingering from generation to generation, a floating heart will eventually become more stable, firmer and stronger with time.

After Chen Qing finished reciting the Buddhist scriptures, he gently picked up Feng Jiu and walked outside the temple.

He wanted to take the little fox to the back mountain, but he seemed to be drawn in his heart,

The plain white clothes and shadows are intertwined with fiery red fox tails, gradually floating among the oily bamboo leaves, and the fresh air permeates in the bamboo forest. Added a trace of stability to my heart,

The breeze blew past, and slowly the bamboo leaves floated down with the wind, and floated to her fiery forehead, and landed in his Bai Jiu's palm,

"Little fox, do you think there is a previous life in this world?" A faint voice came from his ears, and some doubts floated in his cool eyes.

"I have long been able to understand the word love, the six senses are pure, love, hate, anger, and ignorance are all like these fallen bamboo leaves in my eyes, there is nothing to worry about,"

A bitter smile flashed across the corner of his mouth, and then he raised his eyes to look at the bamboo leaves fluttering all over the sky. The shadow of his plain clothes was reflected in the scorching bamboo leaves, and he looked a little sad, lonely,

The Xiao Xiao bamboo leaves fell, and with the breeze, the Buddha bell trembled slightly. The sound was clear and echoed in the air with the breeze, lingering in the ears, blooming in the heart,