September 21, 1010 in the solar calendar.

Far north, the city of the Falling Snow Emperor.

Last night's autumn drizzle had stopped, and the haze had faded, revealing a clear, blue sky.

As far as the eye can see, the blue sky is like a wash.

But at the beginning of the morning, the warm autumn sun poured down, and the earth was covered with a thin golden veil. The bluestone slabs on the ground still have the rain from last night, reflecting the dazzling brilliance.

In the distance, the wet leaves of the mountains and fields spread on the mud and floated on the surface of the flowing stream.

In the imperial city, the avenue paved with bluestone slabs is full of fallen leaves, occasionally swaying with the cool breeze. The golden leaves are like autumn elves flying and rolling.

The aroma of cinnamon permeates the mountains for ten miles.

Mixed with the clear and fresh autumn breath after the rain, it is refreshing. The aura of heaven and earth seems to have faded away and has been washed into the soul as transparent and holy.

The monks spat out greedily.

This late autumn is always sad, but after the rain, the so-called autumn silence atmosphere is slightly dispelled by the rain, more of the freshness of the early morning, and like the warm sun in spring.

Autumn days in the far north are always short.

From early autumn to late autumn is only a short, imperceptibly short. The monks had just turned around, but they had already found that it was late autumn.

I can't help but sigh.

The years slipped through the fingers, and people were imperceptible. The years are like water flowing slowly towards the east, always in the inadvertent year, but have found that the light is long.

Looking back, there is only emptiness.

And it was the monks who drifted away.

Under the white clouds, which float leisurely and leisurely.

In the distant forest, the shadows of the leaves swayed, and it was a mournful sound like an Acura autumn. It seems to be lamenting the dispersion of fallen leaves, and is about to enter hibernation.

On the avenue of the Falling Snow Emperor City.

The population of the Far North is not as large as that of other regions. Whether it's the simplicity of the people, or the laziness of nature. In short, the monks of the Far North who do not like to have children are relatively low, but there have also been characters who despise the world.

In the sky above the Falling Snow Emperor Castle are Edgeworth monks blooming with various brilliant colors. Step on the spirit sword and fly low. It's a high-level monk like a streamer. Facing the beginning of today's morning, he is dressed in a variety of colorful glow.

There is also a huge boat, and it is surrounded by colorful clouds, looking at it on the ground, it looks like a huge spirit beast, exuding a trembling majesty, and it looks very dreamy.

It is a special spirit boat used by powerful forces to travel in the blessed land of the major caves.

There are also monks wearing golden crowns riding huge spirit eagles from under the sky, carrying a deafening sound of breaking the sky, like the roar of a real dragon, like a thunder that pierces the sun.

All kinds of strange multicolored glow filled the sky.

Today it was very sunny, with a cool breeze blowing and the vegetation stretching. It's just that the fallen leaves everywhere add a bit of sadness, and the cooler atmosphere will more or less make people's hearts feel more peaceful.

Even the sourness of a summer afternoon fades unconsciously.

The length of the day and the shortness of the night are also changing imperceptibly.

Today, on the slightly crowded main streets of the Imperial City.

The crowd was buzzing.

Huang Yekui accompanied the two fairy-like women to walk down the street.

Because the two women are so dusty and beautiful, even if they wear a fragrant veil, they often make passers-by look sideways and attract many obsessive eyes.

Huang Yehua was a little helpless.

The second sister smiled happily.

Huang Yekui rarely comes to the Imperial City to hang around, firstly because he has no spare time to waste, and secondly, he doesn't want to be too ostentatious, after all, sometimes the monks in the sky are mostly ruthless characters who are not easy to mess with, and if they are recognized, they will inevitably cause trouble.

The street is full of dazzling goods.

The fierce shouting upset Huang Yekui.

He prefers to be alone than this kind of area, and he prefers the faint sadness and purity of this autumn day to the confusion.

He didn't like this kind of lively venue.

But the second sister is different.

It must be the nature of the woman, or the interest of the second sister.

In short, Huang Yekui can't resist the second sister.

The second sister was bowing her head and whispering something, and these phoenix nightflowers were too lazy to mix.

Anyway, the night flower is rich.

Very rich.

The ring that Jiang Zixi was wearing, except for the blue, sky-like hairband, was the only ornament on her body, and even the hairpin was taken off by her.

Nightflower couldn't understand what she was thinking.

The second sister's dress is surprisingly simple, and it is not powdered, in the impression of Huang Yekui, the second sister has never had makeup, not even a light powder makeup.

Huang Yekui knew that those ordinary things were disdainful in the eyes of the arrogant second sister. Huang Yekui understands that the second sister, who seems to be cold and gentle, is actually overly stubborn in her heart.

They have that capital.

After all, beauty itself is capital.

The second sister, who wears the same clothes as ordinary nuns, and who does not wear any jewelry, is like a snail living alone in her own world. Once compared, it looks like a bun in the countryside. But he has a flawless fairy face that all women in the world envy.

Jiang Zixi's cold gaze swept over.

It was a woman, dressed in a colorful phoenix Tianxia robe, wearing a golden Qinglian fairy crown, with silver phoenix openwork blue lotus earrings, and a delicate eight-treasure tassel chain exposed on her snow-white neck.

The clothes are not magnificent, like a proud phoenix in a deep boudoir compound. The Kanazawa ornaments bathed in the sun are bright and dazzling, attracting a lot of attention, and it is really dazzling.

Jiang Zixi didn't feel anything about it.

Yang Shihan was even more insensitive than Jiang Zixilai, which was what surprised Huang Yehua the most at first.

When we first met, I always felt that Yang Shihan was unreal.

I even thought she was weird.

There are those who can be determined for life just by looking at them.

Huang Yekui has been with her for half a year, and she has not been able to figure out her character.

At first, I only thought she was so sad that she was so sad that she even gave up on her own life.

The helplessness of being born at the wrong time.

Later, I learned that she did not have any place to pity herself, and she was like a proud white swan, swimming alone in her own world. It is also like a slim green lotus in the lake, only guarding its own zone.

Everything there is Yang Shihan's.

Therefore, she lived very happily.

Happiness is that everything belongs to her.

And it is eternal.

Including the yellow nightflower.

It is also eternal.

This is the result of a long period of remoteness, so that a strong intuition is formed unconsciously.

That's an unfathomable force.

Yang Shihan is very mysterious.

Very conservative.

As far as her husband is concerned, Huang Yekui doesn't know her at all.

I'm afraid her thinking is very simple, she just thinks that she can be entrusted with her life. Or maybe her ideas are very complicated.

None of that matters, though.

There is always something that is real.

For example.

Yang Shihan is the hope and light in the heart of Huang Yekui.

Hope blooms from the dust.

That's enough.

I only heard Yang Shihan muttering quietly.

"Sister Zixi, look at that, that's it. ”

"Isn't it, the legendary thing, the thing that can make the night flower more powerful!"

Jiang Zixi patted her buttocks and said shyly.

"Silly Nizi, what are you talking nonsense. ”

The black line of the phoenix nightflower beside him is a head.

Huang Yehua understood.

That's right.

This girl is definitely not as harmless to humans and animals as it seems on the surface, on the contrary, this girl's heart is very black, and it is pitch black that can no longer tolerate other colors.

is the opposite of Jiang Zixi, if Jiang Zixi is as pure as the sky, then Yang Shihan is turbid, like the abyss of the night.

Nightflower has a headache.

I don't know what to do in the future.

Yang Shihan spoke again.

"Sister Zixi, you said that Yehua, a star-like character, how could he give birth to such an ordinary public. ”

"You see, those high-ranking characters are favored by the heaven and earth, and they are born out of dust and handsome, and their faces are like crowns of jade. ”

"How did you get to Nightflower and it changed its taste?"

Jiang Zixi frowned and thought seriously.

First said.

"Husband, he ......"

"It was still pretty good in the old days......"

Yang Shihan patted her snow-white delicate brows and said quietly.

"It turns out that Nightflower is crippled......"

Jiang Zixi also nodded.

"It seems...... You can say the same thing, but ......"

Nightflower felt that she could no longer let them discuss this topic.

It's too scary.

Jiang Zixi preached.

"Sister, when you first picked up your husband, did you realize that your husband was very special?"

"Maybe it was supposed to give him a look, but it gave his husband a certain temperament. ”

Nightflower's eyes widened.

Sure enough, those who are close to Zhu are red, and those who are close to ink are black.

Even Zixi was also taken away.

Invisibly, it is the deadliest.

The dark sword pierces the heart.

Nightflower took a few hits.

Yang Shihan nodded in agreement.

"Yehua just has a different temperament from others, and I always feel very attractive, so I picked him up. ”

Yang Shihan snorted and laughed.

Who would have thought that if you pick up a down-and-out man on the side of the road, you can pick up the "fairy phoenix that fell into the mortal dust", which is really a treasure. ”

Huang Yekui's heart is sour, how can she reveal every sentence.

Jiang Zixi was a little embarrassed.

Yang Shihan hesitated.

"Or ...... I'm going to pick up another one?"

Huang Yehua was quite speechless.

Staring at Yang Shihan, who was hesitating and wandering,

Huang Yehua thought.

If it weren't for Yang Shihan's pregnancy.

Jiang Zixi said.

"In the future, our family of four will ......"

"No...... right"

"A family of five......"

Jiang Zixi wanted to say something.

was interrupted by Yang Shihan.

"Sister, a family of five, and my sister is also pregnant?"

"That can't be connived at nightflowers. ”

"Let him figure it out on his own!"

Jiang Zixi was helpless and said quietly.

"Sister...... You don't know. ”

"Above my sister, there is another sister ......"

Yang Shihan's face changed slightly.

Yang Shihan suddenly felt.

It's fall.

It's a bit cold.