Lu Yun returned to the mansion and sat on the side angrily, not even wanting to eat.

Mo Yi asked aloud, "Didn't you see the tilt, why are you so depressed?"

"Master," Lu Yun looked at him pitifully, "Sister Miao is so pitiful..."

Mo Yi put down the scroll in his hand, raised his eyes to look at him, and motioned for Lu Yun to continue.

"The house she lived in was so small, the windows were small, and the light was insufficient, so she could only be lit by lamps and candles, but she was only given oil to use. Moreover, Fairy Qing'e asked her to copy a lot of fairy rules every day, and there were so many paper scrolls that she had saved up that they were almost stacked into a mountain!" Lu Yun raised his hand and waved it to describe, looking indignant.

"She actually did it?" Mo Yi was a little unconvinced, in his eyes, he was not the kind of person who would compromise and seek perfection.

It was because Sister Miao didn't say anything that I felt sorry for her. Lu Yun lowered his head, "Master, do you want to go and talk to Fairy Qing'e?"

"No, I don't. Write more rules and restrain your temperament, which is also good for her. Mo Yi picked up the scroll again and said calmly.

Lu Yun was a little disappointed, but he couldn't say anything more, so he had to stand aside quietly, but he obviously still looked displeased.

Although Mo Yi's eyes were fixed on the scroll, he didn't read a word.

He also hoped that Tilt Miao would feel better, but he couldn't understand this Nine Heavens Que any better.

This place, on the surface, is peaceful, but no one is allowed to benefit or take advantage of it for nothing.

If she pleads for mercy today, she will have to face more cruelty tomorrow. It's better than the intolerable cone of the heart, as it is now, the dull pain of a long stream of water is better than an unbearable cone.

It's just that he doesn't want Lu Yun to know about this thought and the twists and turns in it.

Lu Yun is still young, his heart is like pure water, once he understands this, he will become Moxin, and he will no longer be happy.

Misunderstanding is misunderstanding, and he doesn't expect the good in the hearts of these people.

After a long time, the lamp and candle burst slightly, and Lu Yun got up to fiddle.

He saw the shadows of the master and himself cast on the wall, lining the simple layout of the room, but he added all kinds of loneliness...

In the past few days, the fire of the Pleiades Star Monarch has faded, and the Celestial Clan has also become interested, and the winter cold and snow scene has been spread in the entire Nine Heavens.

Wrapped in a quilt, he leaned on the window and watched the snow. Her eyes were snow-white, a little cold, but she couldn't stop her interest.

She sniffed the quilt, she hadn't seen sunlight for a long time, and there was a damp smell.

There was no quilt to change, no clothes to add, and her cultivation was not high, so she could only hide in this room.

He let out a sigh of relief, and the white mist that formed obscured his vision.

Bringing his hand to his mouth, he felt something, but it was as red as a carrot.

was a little sleepy, she should have covered the window to sleep, but she refused, still lying on the windowsill, and fell asleep deeply.

"Da Da~" There was the sound of someone stepping on the snow, she slept in a daze, and she didn't want to care who it was.

I thought that someone must be urging her to work again.

I don't know where to start, maybe it was because of her respectful attitude towards Qing'e, which caused the Qing Palace to push her to do all the chores, and even the youngest fairy child could tiptoe to give orders to her.

She could have refused, or not done, but she was stubborn by nature, and thought to herself that this was the only place where she could continue to be strong.

Come on, come on~ Anyway, even that person wants to be well-behaved.

She really wanted to know how far this inexplicable bullying could go, and whether it would be unbearable? She was really curious.

The sound of stepping on the snow is getting closer and closer, not hurried, but less anxious by others.

Then, with a pair of hands on her hair, she thought that anger and accusations would follow, but who knows, nothing.

It was still quiet, and no other sounds could be heard.

Time seems to stand still, and space is like a relic of independence.

Qian Miao suddenly thought of four words: the years are quiet.

Maybe that's just it.

It didn't take long for her to feel a burst of warmth conveyed by that hand, which suddenly flowed all over her body, just like the ice and snow between the heavens and the earth, suddenly two blooming peach blossoms stood up, and the cold place also had a warm color.

Qian Miao slowly raised her head and looked at the person in front of her, a little stunned.

He wiped his eyes, and then whispered to himself, "Am I really dreaming?"

Mo Yi smiled faintly, curled up his two fingers, gathered a small ball of light, and flicked towards her head.

"Oops~" Tilting Miao covered her forehead and shouted softly.

"Does it hurt?"

"Mo Yi, you !!" Qian Miao was a little angry, how could anyone just beat people on the ground.

"Knowing that pain is not a dream. He looked at her with a smile, "You are also strange, the temperature of your body is almost cold into snowflakes, why do you still sleep with the window open?"

Pouring muttered: "No matter how cold it is, your heart is not cold..."

Mo Yi didn't argue, he looked into her room, pinched the trick to make a light, and devapored her damp quilt.

In an instant, there was a temperature in the house, and there was a bit of a suitable smell for people.

Tian Miao just glanced at it lightly, and said softly: "You shouldn't have done this..."

Mo Yi was a little puzzled, and was about to ask, and then heard her say weakly: "Anyway, if you leave, it will return to the original state, and it will be sad to get it and lose it, it is better not to get these." ”

Mo Yi paused, not knowing how to answer.

Trolling Miao immediately returned to his original appearance, smiled skillfully, arched him with his elbow, and asked, "How did you get in?" Why didn't Qing'e come with you?"

"Naturally, it came in through the gate. Qing'e is not here today, but the people in her house have not stopped me. Mo Yi replied calmly.

She pursed her lips, thinking that she would stop you!

Slowly, the two stood side by side, both looking at the snow outside the window, and neither of them spoke again.

After a long time, Mo Yi said: I'm leaving.

It's just that before he could take a step, he heard Tilt Miao say, "Hey, this yard is bare, it's ugly, right?"

Mo Yi heard from Lu Yun about the uprooting of the fruit tree, so he turned around and comforted: "Since you have endured it, don't care about it anymore." The current state is the right one. ”

"If only there were two peach blossom trees. She sighed.

Mo Yi turned completely, his gaze locked on her brow.

He continued with a smile: "However, even in the Nether, where is it possible for spring things to be born in winter? ”

Mo Yi's body shook slightly, but he immediately steadied his footing, as if nothing had happened, and walked along the original road to walk through the snow and leave.

Day 2

Tilt Miao slept a little unsteadily last night, and got up a little late today.

She yawned and pushed open the window, and glanced up at the courtyard, but was stunned.

It turned out that two peach blossom trees had been removed from the hole where the fruit trees had been removed.

This spring thing is caged with some spells, and the flowers bloom romantically, standing in the white snow.

The plain snowflakes and the heart-warming peach petals flutter and dance each other, lingering and returning to the ground, as if it should have been like this.

The corners of her lips curled, and she naturally understood whose masterpiece it was.

She leaned on the window, thinking that she would not do anything today, and just look at the peach blossoms of the winter day...

In the evening, Qing'e sat in the hall, drinking tea while listening to the report of the fairy maid in the house.

Yesterday she went to Yushan and stayed with the Queen Mother of the West for a day.

"Yesterday, I came to visit. ”

"Ahem~" The news was too sudden, and Qing'e choked on a mouthful of water.

She was relieved and immediately asked, "The Light Harvesting Star Monarch of the Heavenly Mansion?"

"Yes. ”

"How did you reply? Did you leave him behind?"

Seeing that Qing'e was so nervous, the maid hesitated and said, "Originally, we wanted to serve tea to Xingjun, but he said that he was going to meet his old friend, so he went to the place where he lived..."

Qing'e bit her lip hatefully, and thought unwillingly, why did she come to stir up the situation whenever she was happy?

She couldn't sit still any longer, and headed straight for the misty courtyard.

Pushing open the courtyard door violently, he was immediately stunned by the scene in front of him.

She clenched her fists tightly, knowing in her heart that the entire Nine Heavens were afraid that only one person would use spells to preserve the peach blossoms.

Does he care so much about Tilt?

Unwilling to think about it, he raised his hand and waved it, and the light of his hand fell, and the two peach blossom trees were cut off from the middle, and fell to the ground with a bang, and the petals and leaves immediately withered.

Standing still, the warmth in her eyes disappeared.

She watched coldly and said nothing.

Qing'e proudly patted the floating snow on her hands, and said in a deep voice: "Since you have time to be here in a daze, why don't you send some things to the Xuannu for me." ”

He looked up at her, and there was a dead silence in his eyes, like a deep pool that never flowed under a glacier.

Qing'e was shocked, she was so afraid of this kind of look that she couldn't help but take a step back, and was immediately carefully supported by the fairy maid beside her.

Who knew that he retracted his gaze and replied lightly: "Okay." ”

Qing'e sighed slightly, and whispered to the fairy maid to bring the things.

After waiting for a while, all she handed over was a box of peach blossom cheese.

This was originally made by Qing'e for Mo Yi, but now she really wants to tease Xia Qianmiao, so she pulled some out and asked her to give it to Xuannu, everything is just a wording.

He was not annoyed, and walked forward with the food box.

On the plain earth, a row of her footprints was left, deep and shallow, incomprehensible.

After walking for a long time, I realized that I didn't know where the Xuannu lived.

I wanted to find someone on the road to ask for directions, but the snow was falling heavily and no one was visible.

She smiled helplessly, too, how many people are willing to go out in such a situation?

I wanted to turn back, but my shoes and socks were soaked, my head was heavy, and I just wanted to sleep.

After barely taking two steps, his feet slipped and he fell into the snow.

The peach blossom cheese rolled to the ground, and the fragrance of the flowers could be slightly smelled.

She simply lay down in the snow, staring wide at the large snowflakes that fell into her eyes, turning into coldness.

She suddenly remembered that she had knocked over the food box, and Qing'e should be angry again, so she laughed out loud.

Slightly closed her eyes and then opened them again, the snowflakes in her eyes seemed to be mixed with peach petals, no different from the scenery she was looking at in front of the window.

She thought in her heart, where can anyone destroy the two peach blossoms in her courtyard, that warmth has been clearly remembered in her heart, and no one can take it away...