"Look at the fire carefully, this is porridge boiled with your emperor, don't be confused. "While peeling the green onions, I instructed the little fairy who was clumsy in front of the stove to add firewood, and I cried silently countless times in my heart. Why did I cook for him at Xize's place, and was taken away by Mixed Yuan to cook for him, how could I still cook in Yuping Mountain?

The porridge is put into the white porcelain bowl, the porcelain is delicate and the cooked porridge grains are white and cute, steaming hot, it smells very appetizing, I carefully took the porcelain bowl, turned around and smiled at the little fairy child who was still in a daze on the stove and rubbed a piece of ash on his face: "You can taste the rest yourself, if your emperor likes it, you can make it for him to eat in the future." The little fairy boy nodded suddenly, and he couldn't help but point to the ground.

Ling Weiyang had already woken up, sitting on the bed in purple clothes very dignifiedly, and a cloud was covered to his waist, very energetic. Poor me, I ran to ask the doctor to make soup myself, panicked, tired and sleepy, but more like a patient than him.

"Wake up, eat some porridge. I yawned and handed the bowl to Ling Weiyang, he took it, but he didn't put it in his mouth, just looked at me deeply, and saw that my heart was hairy, and I couldn't help but think about it, I didn't spray the spit stars into the bowl when I yawned, right?

"Painted hearts. As soon as I turned around, Ling Weiyang reached out and grabbed my wrist, and I looked at him with some confusion, "You stay, okay?"

"It's not good," I had a headache, when would he understand that I was not the reincarnation of Kongsang at all, so he simply sat beside him and looked at him seriously, "Emperor Zun, I am indeed not Kongsang." ”

He stared at the bowl of porridge silently, steaming hot, blurring my vision and making me unable to see his expression clearly: "Huixin, sometimes I also think that you are not Kongsang, you are really not like her." However, sometimes your demeanor clearly tells me that you are Kongsang. Like, now. ”

I didn't dare to blatantly roll my eyes in front of him, so I had to silently roll it in my heart.

Ling Weiyang said that some of my mannerisms told him that I was Kongsang. Actually, I don't understand why I behave in certain ways towards him, like now. Why did I have to cook porridge for him myself, obviously there are many Xian'e in Yuping Mountain who can cook porridge for him, but I just can't control it, and there is a force for me to do this.

"Once upon a time, when Kong-sang was around, every time I came back from the battlefield, she would cook a meal for me with her own hands. Just like you do now. He slowly stirred the porridge with a spoon, his eyes fell on me, looking at me, and he was clearly not looking at me, "Painting Xin, I only want you to stay in Yuping Mountain for one day, only one day, if you are not empty, let me die completely." ”

It seemed that inexplicable power had reappeared, and I couldn't bear to refuse in such an affectionate and pleading gaze: "Okay." ”

"Do you agree?" The emperor, who had always been quiet and cold, actually showed a hint of surprise, and I nodded a little wryly, and then he was happy and returned to his usual faint expression.

Now that Ling Weiyang is finally willing to face this matter, I will spare no effort to show that I am not empty of evidence.

Originally, I was a little afraid of Lingwei, but now that I think about it, it may be the last time I will deal with it anyway, so it's better to be casual, Kong Sang will not be as arrogant as me.

It's just that why am I cooking again? Didn't Ling Weiyang once say that he wouldn't let me into the kitchen? I'm an aquatic lotus, and I'm afraid of fire, so I turned around the stove with resentment, but when I thought about it like this, I was disgusted by my own hypocrisy and got goosebumps, so I had to honestly revolve around the stove.

Kong Sangai is dressed in gorgeous purple clothes, and I have been dressed in white since the beginning of my transformation, only dotted with blue colors.

Kong Sang loves to play chess, it should be a good game, and I have never had such a good taste, after playing two games of chess with Lingwei, he lost and stepped on the ground, and Lingwei took the chessboard with a blue face.

Kongsang, as a saintess of the wood clan, has a dignified and gorgeous appearance, and I don't like restraint the most, I used to have some scruples in front of Lingwei Yang, but now I have completely let go, Lingwei Yang bumped into me three times after chasing the mouse with a stick, and simply collected all the stick-like objects in the hall, out of sight.

……

This day passed quite quickly, Ling Weiyang's face became more and more ugly, and the disappointment in his eyes became more and more intense, probably he couldn't believe that he really recognized his sweetheart.

"Are you looking for me?" I was sitting on the edge of the pure lake and dangling my feet to watch the koi in the lake dance happily, but I felt that the atmosphere around me was not right, and I turned my head to look, but I saw the purple-clothed god monarch standing behind me with his hands in his hands, and the sorrow in his eyebrows and eyes was extremely sad under the rippling blue waves.

I followed his gaze and landed on my bare feet, and in embarrassment, I pulled my feet up and pulled my skirt to cover it, only to have an overexertion, and almost fell headlong into the lake.

"Why was you so careless?" Before I could touch the lake, a hand dragged me back to the shore, and I looked at Lingwei Yang with a smile, thinking about what topic to find to bring this embarrassing scene over.

"Kong Sang also likes to sit by this lake and play in the water," I haven't come up with a topic yet, Ling Weiyang has already sat down beside me elegantly, looking at the lake with heavy eyes, as if caught in a distant thought, "She was born to be the saint chosen by the Mu Clan, everything is respectful and observant, only when she is next to this pure lake, is she truly happy." ”

That's terrible...... I can't help but sympathize with an immortal like me who has never really been restrained, I can't imagine what a boring day it was, and I can only be happy in this pure lake.

"Painted Heart, see you tonight at the Pure Lake. Ling Weiyang had already stood up, he didn't look at me, and left flutteringly, leaving only a back for me to stare at.

Because of Lingweiyang's appointment to meet him, I spent the rest of my time sighing at the purple bamboo flute in front of me - in other words, I have found many opportunities to return this purple bamboo flute to Lingweiyang, but it is still in my hands until now.

Gently held the purple bamboo flute, worthy of being watered with the holy water of the spiritual spring, the whole body is crystal like jade, glowing with incomparably warm and moist light, the aura lingers in it, it is really lovely, it is really great to take it around. It's a pity, I sighed, a little sad, this flute is destined not to belong to me, although it was given to me by Ling Weiyang, but he was going to give it to Kongsang, I better return it as soon as possible.

The moonlight has sprinkled into the hall, reflected on the jade bricks in the hall, as if a layer of broken silver is laid on it, which is a little more mysterious and luxurious. I watched the moonlight move in inch by inch, hesitating whether to go to the pure lake to see Lingweiyang, suddenly a wisp of piano sound came slowly, in this silent night is extraordinarily clear, a piece of petals gently swirling with the breeze and falling, although it is a falling flower, but not desolate, but the last bloom of life, the beauty is suffocating.

I thought about it, and involuntarily, I held the purple bamboo flute and followed the falling flowers, and the sound of the piano became clearer and clearer, until it completely lingered in my ears, and I could no longer hear any other sounds.

The purple-clothed Shenjun under the moonlight, sitting quietly on the edge of the Jinghu Lake, put an elegant guqin on his lap, his ten fingers were as flexible as butterflies flying on the strings, but his eyes fell on the surface of the Jinghu Lake in a long and silent manner; the lake was calm and waveless, only the moonlight sprinkled with the brilliance of broken silver, and his gaze seemed to penetrate the surface of the lake like a mirror, and he saw hundreds of thousands of years ago.

I looked at Ling Weiyang sitting by the lake, thousands of falling flowers scattered beside him, he deserved to be the green emperor in charge of the life of all things, just sitting quietly, it was like bringing spring, as if everything around him was in the spring breeze, obviously still on the shore of this quiet pure lake, but you can see the flowers, birds singing and fragrant.

The sound of the piano still lingers in my ears, as if it has a great magic, little by little to take away my consciousness, everything in front of me is empty, I seem to see hundreds of thousands of years ago, the holy woman of the wood tribe dressed in lilac purple, sitting barefoot on the edge of the pure lake, a pair of jade feet white and crystal like jade, gently stirring the clear lake water, with a light smile on his face, so beautiful that everything around him eclipses; ……

I don't know when I put the purple bamboo flute to my lips, and this action seems to be extremely familiar, and I easily follow the sound of Lingwei Yang's qin, and the sound of the qin and the flute are intertwined, and they are extremely harmonious. In the rain of flowers, I watched Lingwei turn his face and smile in surprise, desperately trying to sober up, but I couldn't control my actions, as if I was here for this moment of flute and sound, and this scene has happened countless times.

"Kong Sang, I knew it was you, you are finally back......" Ling Weiyang's gaze was affectionate and joyful.

No, no, no, I'm not, I'm not empty...... I tried desperately to shake my head but couldn't move, and I tried desperately to speak, but I couldn't make any sound.

"After all these years, I knew you wouldn't forget this tune. ”

No...... No, I won't make this tune, I won't......

"It doesn't matter, even if you're not the same as before, as long as it's you, it's fine. Ling Weiyang's voice was ethereal but clear.

The lotus seeds around my neck were warm, but my consciousness was getting more and more blurred, Lingweiyang's face alternated with a girl's face, I only felt that the face was very familiar, but no matter how hard I tried to open my eyes, I couldn't see the woman's face clearly.

"Painting Heart!" As if being taken into a warm and generous embrace, the voice was anxious and angry, "Ling Weiyang, what's the use of you deceiving yourself like this!"

I looked up, a handsome face looked at me eagerly, and I looked at him and smiled stupidly. Fortunately, fortunately, he brought me out of the situation hundreds of thousands of years ago, and in an instant, the empty heart seemed to be steady, so stable that I felt sleepy for a while, and I only heard a shout: "Painted heart!" but I didn't have time to answer him, and I fell into a faint darkness.

The first book of the Book King novel