The snow bird flutters its wings in front of Yuan Qinqin's window. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Where the hell are you from?" Yuan Qinqin sat by the window, holding a quill she had made herself.

She looked up through the window and muttered to the ignorant little bird.

The snowy bird chirped, jumped on the windowsill, found a place, and squatted on it to take a nap.

Yuan Qinqin didn't do anything else, she was writing a diary.

The scene of Xiao Douding waking up appeared in her mind from time to time, as if there was a dark cloud pressing down on her heart.

It's completely impossible to live a normal life. Her path of cultivation, her path home.

Where is she going, and what breakthroughs are she going to find in this chaotic life.

Yuan Qinqin, who rarely wanted to write anything, felt very eager to write it all down that day.

Writing everything about them on paper is a way for her to be able to figure everything out, and she also wants to keep something for herself.

"When you do something that feels right and it goes in the opposite direction, what can you do?

Little Douding, you're such a troublesome child.

As the most familiar and strangest relative, Ah Qin only hopes that you can live like other normal children.

Such a simple wish has not been fulfilled so far.

Aqin's life is now a mess.

Can you just get on with it? ”

Writing this, Yuan Qinqin felt that the paper in front of her was a little thick.

In fact, she is not aggrieved, in order to protect the right in her heart and firmly believe in the innocence of the child, she is facing tremendous pressure.

Although Baili Xiong and Huang Youyi didn't say it, she knew what they were thinking in their hearts, just like Ao Suo at the beginning.

Perhaps, no one really expects this child to stay, right? She only did what she wanted to do and didn't think about other people's feelings.

Just follow what you have in your heart, so in the end, will everyone stay away from you?

The snowbird tilted its head and looked at the woman with ruddy eyes, and flew out of the window with fluttering wings.

Thousands of mountains and snows, the loneliness of another world has never dissipated from her heart, even if everything is still more kind than malicious to her.

But it's still lonely.

The snow bird flies tirelessly, I don't know how many days have passed, and finally came to a populated place, passing through the streets and alleys, pavilions and pavilions, flying eaves and palace bells under the eaves.

The wind and snow in the Feng Palace could not hide the joy on the faces of the palace people, and the snow bird rushed to one of the windows in the heavy deep palace.

"Twitter......twr." It jumped into the window, and the people inside quickly picked it up with their hands.

The man picked up a pen and listened to the cry of the snowy birds, writing something on the paper word by word.

After a while the man put the snowbird into the warm cage, and opened the cage next to it, and the snowbird in it flapped its wings, sorted it out a little, and flew out.

"Well done, ingots." He praised the little bird that had just flown back, and the snow bird chirped twice with spiritual pride.

Seeing that the master was gone, he turned around and pecked at the millet grains in the cup.

The study room of the Chinese master of Fenggong to deal with political affairs is called Qinzheng, and the earth dragon is burned underground, and there is a warm piece in it.

There is no stuffy aromatherapy in the air, only the clear air of ink, which forms a positive and opposite contrast with the world outside.

A pair of hands are writing hard at the table.

"Your Majesty, the people from Qiu Palace are here." The attendant who walked in from outside respectfully reported.

The man who was called His Majesty did not have a wrinkle on his hands, his voice was young, and when he heard the words, he put down the pen in his hand.

"Let him in."

The door of the main hall opened another crack, and the people who squeezed in through the gap walked eagerly: "Your Majesty, there is new news." ”

The people of Qiu Gong didn't dare to look up at their new lord, but he knew that this was a person who was gentle and murderous on the inside.

A coup d'état that was originally brewing in this phoenix palace was easily resolved by him.

The old lord also escaped because of his son, although his health was still not very good, but he was able to abdicate peacefully and retire for the rest of his life.

This is a very powerful person.

And in his own hands, he seems to hold the only weakness of this powerful person, because he is the most strict-mouthed psychic in this palace.

He was a little apprehensive, but he was not afraid: serving such a lord was a proud and honorable thing.

He respectfully handed over the news he had just learned from the Xue Ming Bird Ingot in his hand.

The young lord turned and stepped out of the ornate curtain, the shadows spreading across his face.

While looking at the message conveyed between the lines, the gentle eyebrows and eyes suddenly frowned and calmed down with the message.

Ah Qin has been really not doing well lately.

But he couldn't distract himself from her, so he could only use this method to quietly learn about her.

"Is Princess Mingci still closed in the princess's mansion?" He finally finished reading the letter, raised his head and asked the people around him.

The chief attendant who led the people of Qiu Palace into the door saluted and said, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

Ming Ci is Shi Lanyin's title, and the three brothers and sisters of Shi Lanhe did not go straight back to the palace after going down the mountain, but first went to find the Eastern Army camp guarding one side.

Shi Lanhe didn't want to think about the aftermath, it was definitely a memorable glory in his political history for the history books.

To him, it was nothing more than a farce.

He crumpled the letter in his hand and handed it to the chief attendant.

"Send it to Princess Mingci." When she saw this, she might be able to stop making any more awkward noise.

I don't know if Ah Qin and the Huang sisters have been in the house for three days, and they have done what they want to do.

The Snow Bird has a limited IQ and can only retell what it sees.

The sense of the picture is quite strong, for example, three girls talk for a while, two of them sit on the bed, one sits under the bed and looks at the other two.

As for what was said, what exactly was being done. Box box.

Another example is the news that came back this time: Miss Yuan was injured and was recuperating from her injuries, in addition to recuperating from her injuries, she was writing, and she cried when she wrote recently.

The ice and snow clever Shilan River couldn't guess what was going on in between.

He really wanted to see her, but ......, would she want to see him now?

***

"What do you say? Bright Hitomi wants to see me. Feng Liuli was a little surprised and a little surprised.

His grandson is really not a worry-free person.

Just when he had decided to give up on him, the cry of a child came from the side hall.

Feng Liuli didn't rush over to see it as soon as possible, but just asked the demon attendant to see what was going on.

As a result, everyone's eyes fell.

The young master of the bright pupil not only woke up, but also looked for them to eat!

It all happened so fast that no one knew what was going on except for Kazeruri.

Or that Feng Liuli himself didn't know what was going on, he only knew that he was going to disappear when he wanted to leave him behind, and he was disheartened and didn't want to stay anymore, but the child came back to life.

Demon Venerable's self-esteem was hit by 10,000 points on this child.

"It's good to be alive." He didn't expect his grandson to stay by his side as much as before, and this feeling was difficult to adjust in an instant.

So when I heard that the demon servants were ecstatic to report, I just said it lightly.

"Whatever he wants to eat, he will make for him."

Feng Liuli retreated to the chair in his main hall and sat down, in fact, this place is usually far less empty than the other halls.

But he just felt that the empty temperament here was more in line with himself.

He was stunned, thinking about the past like a normal dying old man, until the demon servant came to see his grandson.

Mingtong is back again, and he wants to see himself.

Feng Liuli's life of confusion has been used up.

To see or not to see? How's it going?

I had obviously given up on him. He never felt that there was a person inside him who was easily sensitive and guilty.

At this time, this person's presence is particularly strong.

He eventually waved his hand: "Let him come." ”

(To be continued.) )