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Later, one day, when the Bodhi in the Taichen Palace bloomed all over the palace, and the clusters of flowers spread over the wall like floating clouds, Donghua remembered the first time he saw Feng Jiu.

At that time, he didn't remember her much. The only thing that can attract his attention is the wrong deeds of the four times, the brightness of the sun and the moon, and the calamity of creation.

Although he was invited out of the Taichen Palace by the Heavenly Monarch to welcome the prince Yehua, he didn't really care much about this matter. Of course, I don't remember much about the girl who came from the waves on the sea of her life, and her good voice that was as clear as the drizzle of early spring. I can't remember that good voice smiled hard, and asked Si Ming on the side: "What is Qin Ji on Zhonghu Mountain, do you really like my uncle?" ”

Donghua really had some real impressions of Feng Jiu at Yehua's wedding banquet.

The big wedding of the prince of the Heavenly Clan, marrying a white god who wants to respect his aunt from all over the world, is naturally no better than others. The heavenly immortals are divided into nine products, except for the people of the heavenly clan, those who are fortunate enough to enter the banquet are only a dozen true emperors, real people and twenty or thirty spirit immortals above the five products.

The sun is bright in the Ziqing Palace, and most of the banquet has been held.

This generation of heavenly monarchs is good at taking a shelf, no matter what kind of banquet, they have always had to find an excuse to leave the table after three rounds of drinking, even if it is the wedding banquet of their own grandson, this precedent has not been broken.

And Ye Huajun, who is dressed in a happy suit, has always been shallow in terms of wine, and tonight is especially shallow, and the wine has not passed the third round, and has been mixed back to Xiwu Palace by the little fairy official. Although Donghua saw that the prince who seemed to be drunk and unconscious in the next moment, his steps between his walks were quite disciplined.

Not long after the two stepped out of the Ziqing Palace, several true emperors also fled one by one one to find a reason, and for a while, the atmosphere at the banquet was a lot more lively. Donghua turned the empty wine glass, and also planned to leave the table, so that the little immortals sitting down below could breathe a sigh of relief and drink freely.

Just as he was about to put down the cup and get up, he raised his eyes and saw a pot of Kusumo flowers appear at the door of the hall. Behind the cluster of tender yellow flowers, a girl in white was faintly hiding, bowing her head in the shape of a cat's waist, carrying a skirt in one hand and a flower pot in the other, crookedly leaning against the edge of the pillar in the corner, trying in vain not to attract anyone's attention, little by little towards the tables of the relatives.

Donghua leaned on his arms, found a more comfortable posture and sat back on the purple gold seat.

After dancing on the stage, the girl in white bumped all the way, and finally moved to a vacant seat at the send-off table, poked her head out and looked around cautiously, saw that no one was paying attention, and quickly got out of the back of the Ju Su Mo flower, taking advantage of the interval when everyone was looking at the cloud platform and cheering, while calmly sitting down and applauding as if nothing happened, while hooking her foot to trip the Ku Su Mo flower behind her and kick it to the bottom of the long one.

I didn't hide it well, and kicked it again.

Still didn't hide it, and kicked it again.

The last kick was too violent, and the unlucky Kusu Mo flower, along with the flower pot, flew straight out of the table legs, passed through the high platform where the dancing girls gathered, and smashed into Donghua, who didn't have time to get up and leave the table with a thought.

The immortals exclaimed, and the flower pot stopped three inches from Donghua's forehead.

Donghua stretched out a hand to hold the half-empty flower pot with his cheeks, and looked down at the initiator on the table.

The eyes of the gods also gathered with Donghuaqi.

The initiator was stunned for a moment, then reacted quickly and immediately turned his head, and asked a male fairy in brown beside him sincerely and seriously: "Migu, why are you so naughty, how can you casually kick the flower pot to someone else's head?" ”

After the banquet, the immortal official beside Donghua told him that this girl with a hairpin and white flowers in white clothes was called Feng Jiu, and she was the little emperor in Qingqiu who inherited the throne at a young age.

Yehua's wedding was lively for seven days.

Seven days later, it was the opening of the Thousand Flowers Ceremony, which was personally operated by Lian Song Jun and only reincarnated, so many of the immortals who were originally invited to the wedding banquet simply stayed down and did not leave.

The Nine Heavens, known for their cleanliness and sacredness, did not fall for a while, and the Thirteen-Day Fentuoli Pool was one of the only remaining fruits. About because the pool was built next to the Taichen Palace, the dormitory of Donghua, few immortals dared to come close to disturb it.

But the so-called "few immortals" do not include the newly married white gods.

On April 17, the weather was warm and warm, and the two blind date banquets arranged by Bai Qianshen for his nephew Feng Jiu were squarely arranged on the edge of the pond of Fentuli Pond.

Bai Qian married Yehua at the age of 140,000 years old, and always thought that his marriage was the most timely, and he couldn't help but take his own standards to others from time to time, and after some measurement, he felt that Feng Jiu's age of more than 30,000 years was really **, and it was very unsuitable to talk about marriage, but she was entrusted by Feng Jiu's father and her brother Bai Yi, and it was difficult to refuse, so she had to do it for her with a clear conscience.

Recently, the sky is lively, there is no suitable place to put a low-key blind date banquet naturally, I heard that Emperor Donghua has lived in Taichen Palace for a long time, it is generally difficult to get out of the palace gate, even if there is no one to care about killing and setting fire in front of Taichen Palace, Bai Qian thought about it for a long time, and arranged the banquet to the Fentuoli Pool next to Taichen Palace with peace of mind.

And it is two blind dates, two before and after.

But today everyone miscalculated. Donghua not only went out of the palace, but the distance was a little close. Fifty paces away from the small banquet that had been laid out, it was blocked by a fluffy weeping willow, with a fishing rod for purple and green bamboo resting at his feet, and a scroll on his face, lying peacefully in a bamboo chair while fishing while closing his eyes and recuperating.

Feng Jiu finished breakfast, drank morning tea, and came all the way to the thirteenth day.

The turquoise water of the pond floats with water lilies, and the flower pots stretch to infinity, like white clouds embroidered with a layer of lotus patterns.

Shi Shiran was already sitting next to the small banquet and was sitting on the Tsing Yi Shenjun who was shaking a fan, and when he saw her coming slowly, he put away the fan with a snap, and smiled at the corner of his eyes.

Feng Jiu actually didn't know much about this Divine Monarch, he only knew that he was the young master of a certain side branch of the Heavenly Clan, who cultivated in a certain immortal mountain in a certain mortal world, with a hearty temperament and a kind person. If there are any shortcomings, it is a little cleanliness, and it is not polite and unpunctual. For this reason, she was at least an hour and a half late.

The banquet was a small banquet, and there was no too much attention, and the two of them greeted each other for a while.

Donghua was disturbed by the slight greetings, raised his hand to pick up the scripture covering his face, and through the shadow of the flower mark tree, he saw fifty steps away, Feng Jiu tilted his head slightly, frowning and staring at the fan-shaped lacquered wooden tray in front of him.

The tray is compact, with a jug of aventurine jade and several colorful dishes.

The heavenly banquet has its own rules, and it has always been a tray for each person, with the same dish and different wines according to different grades.

Tsing Yi Shenjun put away the fan to find a topic: "It's really a coincidence, Xiaoxian's family was in charge of the ritual repair of the Protoss in ancient times, and I heard Bai Qianshen talk about it before, and His Royal Highness Feng Jiu's attainments in etiquette are also ......."

The words "reaching the peak" were still pressed on the tip of his tongue and did not fall to the ground, and Feng Jiu, who was sitting opposite, had already finished solving a whole plate of sauce elbows, and while scraping the last bit of sauce on the plate with bamboo chopsticks, he hiccuped and asked, "What is it?" ”

There is still a piece of sauce on the corner of his mouth.

The Tsing Yi Shenjun who knew the rites looked at her in a daze.

Feng Jiu took out a small mirror from his sleeve and said to himself while opening it: "There is something on my face? ”

There was a pause: "Ah, there really is something." ”

Decisively lifted his sleeve and wiped it to the corner of his mouth. In an instant, a clear grease was imprinted on the white sleeve.

The face of the Tsing Yi Shenjun, who has a slight habit of cleanliness, is slightly blue.

Feng Jiu held the mirror and looked at it carefully, and after taking it, he put it in his sleeve as if nothing happened, about the hand was a little greasy, and there were still several oil fingerprints on the mirror body of the rosewood.

The face of the Tsing Yi Shenjun was so blue that it was purple.

It happened that two drops of sauce on the bamboo chopsticks dripped down and landed on the stone table.

Feng Jiu bit his chopsticks and stretched out his nails to scrape, but he didn't shave clean, he rolled up his sleeves and wiped it, and it was clean.

The hand of the Tsing Yi Shenjun handing the silk scarf froze in mid-air.

The two looked at each other for a long time, and the black-faced Tsing Yi Shenjun said in a dumb voice: "Your Highness use it slowly, Xiaoxian still has some important things, take the first step, and talk to His Highness another day." The words landed almost in a panic.

Donghua moved the scriptures on his face, and saw Feng Jiu waving bamboo chopsticks and reluctant to say goodbye, but there was no reluctance in a pair of bright eyes, but there was a deep joke in it, and his voice was so soft that he almost choked his throat: "Then I'll talk about it another day, don't let people wait too long~~~~" It wasn't until the Tsing Yi Shenjun disappeared far from sight that he smiled slightly, slowly took out a white towel embroidered with rain flowers from his sleeve, wiped his hands calmly, and rubbed the sleeve of the stone table that was pressed out of the folds by the way.

I have seen a lot of knowledge on such occasions in the past two hundred years, His Royal Highness Feng Jiu of Qingqiu has made the initiator more than capable of flowing water, and the second Divine Monarch who came on a blind date was also full of interest all the way, and left all the way, leaving only a messy cup on the stone table, reflecting the sunlight and shining with oil.

After eating two large plates of sauce elbows in less than an hour, Feng Jiu was a little supportive, holding a cup of tea with his back to the Fen Tuli Pool, admiring the majesty and splendor of Taichen Palace, while eating. There were two small fish in Donghua that took the bait, and the scriptures in his hand were also turned to the last page, and he looked up to see that the sun was becoming more and more poisonous, so he took the book and got up to go back to the palace, and naturally passed by the small banquet by the pool.

Feng Jiuzheng was holding a teacup in a daze, hearing the gentle footsteps behind her, thinking that the person who came was Migu, who had become more and more old in recent days, and replied: "Why did you come so early, are you worried that I will fight with them," and let go to the side: "Auntie's taste has become more and more bizarre recently, and the two I picked look like sick seedlings, I can't bear to beat them with my fists, and I casually took the two weak gods away, but I was so tired that I was not light." Holding the tea and pausing again: "You sit with me for the time being, I haven't seen the sunrise and sunset here for a long time, and I still miss it a little." ”

Donghua stopped, sat down in a good manner, sat behind her, picked out the two teapots on the stone table that had not been taken away, and poured a cup of herbal tea to moisten his throat.

Feng Jiu was silent for a moment, and was triggered by the white lotus in Bantang, and turned the teacup with some embarrassment: "They say that the white lotus in this Fentuoli Pond is all transformed by people's hearts, although there are few mortals among the people we know, but you say that Migu, like Qingti, does it have its own white lotus?" It seems to be thinking, "If anything, which one would it be?" He sighed again: "He is a man like that." With this sigh, he took a sip of tea.

Donghua also lowered his head and took a sip of tea, he vaguely remembered that this person in Migu seemed to be an earth immortal who was serving beside Feng Jiu, it seemed that she had recognized the wrong person, who was Qingti, but he had never heard of it.

The shadow of the tree was reflected, Feng Jiu put his two legs on the embankment of the lake, and said in a vague voice: "Half a month ago, Su Moye of the West Sea invited Uncle Xiao to drink, and I went there, and I happened to pass through that mortal world when I was in the clouds. After pausing for a while, he said: "It turns out that the Jin Dynasty has already fallen, in the seventh year after Qing Ti's death. After a pause, he added: "I thought that the life of this dynasty would not be too long. sighed and turned around to add tea, and muttered in his mouth: "Anyway, what is the name of the tea newly made by Su Moye, oh, Bifuchun, it's really good, you make me a bamboo basket when you go back, and I will ...... next time I go to Xihai" As soon as he looked up, all the words behind him were swallowed in his throat, and he swallowed hard, and he choked with a burst of coughing, and after coughing, he maintained the posture of wanting to add tea, and he didn't say anything for a long time.

Donghua's slender fingers rested on the lid of the pale cyan porcelain cup, and even the fingertips were shining brightly under the bright sun. The emotionless gaze seemed to fall on her sauce-stained sleeves, and slowly moved up, seeing her pink red face at this time, coughing crimson, almost the same color as the red leaf tree of Xishantian.

Xu is came back to his senses, Feng Jiu's face slowly pulled out a smile, although it was a little unnatural, but it was a real laugh, politely and detachedly he spoke first, and politely asked for peace: "I don't know that the emperor is here, I am very lazy, Qingqiu Fengjiu, I have seen the emperor." ”

Donghua listened to her request, raised his eyes to look at her for a while, said sit, and waited for her to sit down with her head down, floated the tea leaves in her hand with the tea lid floating, and said unhurriedly: "You are surprised to see me?" ”

She just paced over and was still in and out of place, but at this time, she seemed to be really frightened, she raised her head in surprise, her lips moved, and she still smiled politely and detachedly: "I was overjoyed to see the emperor for the first time, but it made the emperor smile." ”

Donghua nodded, which was regarded as accepting her wording, although anyone with a discerning eye could see that it was really difficult to see this joy in her stiff smile. He also raised his hand to refill her with a glass of cold water.

The two of them sat like this, looking at each other speechlessly, embarrassed, when they were young, Feng Jiu drank a glass of water to the bottom, reached out to hold the handle of the teapot, and made an ordinary appearance of wanting to add tea to himself, Donghua raised his eyes, and saw that the teacup was somehow crooked, and the cup of hot tea that had just been poured was sprinkled on her water-white clothes, and the potsticker was a big mark.

He rested his fingers on the stone table and stared at her intently.

He was only interested in seeing her sitting here lazily watching the sunrise of the thirteenth day, thinking that this position would perceive some different scenery, and when he heard her invite him to sit, he sat down like this. At this time, he suddenly felt really interesting, thinking that she would be able to act, maybe he thought that he was also here for a blind date, and because of his identity, he couldn't be as casual as the first two, so he cleverly used such a bitter trick, and did not hesitate to splash himself wet to find an excuse to run away, the tea was splashed on her clothes and was still smoking, it can be seen that it is rolling, it is difficult for her to be really ruthless.

He held his cheeks, wondering if she was planning to run away next, and sure enough, he saw that she brushed the watermark in front of her three or two times, and unexpectedly did not brush it away, so he was a little embarrassed, respectfully, humbly, politely and detachedly, and could not hide his joy, and asked him to leave: "Ah, my hand slipped accidentally for a while, and my appearance was messed up, and Rong Fengjiu retired first, and asked the emperor for Buddhist principles and Taoism another day." ”

The fragrance of the white lotus came in the wind, he raised his eyes, handed over a huge porcelain pot, and said slowly: "What is just a cup of tea, with this, when I passed my hand, the water was already cold, and then poured it on my body, so that I could really deserve to mess up my appearance." ”

“……”

Emperor Donghua has been closed to the palace for too long, and the young immortals have no chance to appreciate his poisonous tongue, but few of the immortals of the older generation dare to forget that although the emperor has always spoken little, the words that can be said are almost the same as the sharpness of the sword in his hand.

According to legend, the young master of the demon clan was stubborn, and he heard about Donghua's battle name in the ancient history scriptures, and that year he bravely entered the Nine Heavens to find Donghua alone. As a result, as soon as he sneaked into the Taichen Palace, he was captured by the attendants who were lying in ambush in all directions.

At that time, Donghua was playing chess with himself in the lotus pond not far away.

The young man is young and vigorous, and he is still scolding when he is subdued on the ground, intending to provoke.

Donghua collected the chess stall and passed by, and the young man shouted even more, shouting What I heard that the Heavenly Clan has always been known for its morality, but I didn't expect to see it today, but it was like this, if Donghua still has a little moral conscience, he should stand up and fight one-on-one with himself, instead of being bullied by his subordinates......

Donghua took the chess box, walked over and took two steps back, and asked the young man on the ground: "You say, ...... What the? ”

The boy gritted his teeth: "Morality! And he emphasized: "I say morality! ”

Donghua raised his feet and continued to walk forward: "Something, I haven't heard of it." The boy didn't come out in one breath, and fainted on the spot.

Feng Jiu remembered this allusion three days later, when she was sitting in the Qingyun Palace, watching how her aunt raised her son.

In the Qingyun Palace, there is Bai Qian's heart and liver with Yehua, who is known as the little heavenly grandson of glutinous rice dumplings.

The bright yellow little grandson sat in front of her mother, seeing that the adults could sit on the chair and be able to land on both feet, but he could only hang in the air, trying to reach the ground with his feet, but he was too small, and the chair was too high.

Bai Qian was serious, and his words were serious: "My mother heard that your father would memorize the Sutra of the Great Sazani Qianzi when he was a teenager, and he would also recite the Sutra asked by Brahma, and he would also recite the Recitation of the Messenger of the King of Anger of the Emperor of the Three Flavors of the Bottom Sauce, but how could you be used to this, you are already more than 500 years old, and you can't even memorize the "Huilin Yinyi" well, of course...... It's not a big deal to have a bad back, but after all, you can't embarrass your mother and father. ”

The glutinous rice dumplings pouted and retorted very reasonably: "Ah Li doesn't want to either, but Ah Li inherits wisdom from his mother rather than his father!" ”

Feng Jiu squirted out a sip of tea, Bai Qian squinted at her meaningfully, she hurriedly waved her hand to explain while holding back a smile hard: "It doesn't mean anything else, the digestive system hasn't been very good lately, you continue, continue." ”

After Bai Qian turned her eyes to settle accounts with the glutinous rice dumplings, somehow, she suddenly remembered the rumor that Donghua stunned the young master of the demon clan. took another sip of tea with a teacup, and involuntarily brought a little smile in his eyes, lowered his head to look at the white clothes on his body, the smile faded, and raised his hand to brush a strand of hair that fell on his sleeve.

The troubles of life are like this hair is inexhaustible, and it is not her action to care about everything. She thought back endlessly, counting that time has passed like water for 2,700 years, and so many things have happened in the meantime, many remember, many of them remember in the past but are not very willing to take the initiative to remember, and those who have come and gone have become unrememberable. The more than 200 years of escaping Qingqiu are not quiet, but in the past two hundred years, it is rare to think of Donghua again, and when I come to the Nine Heavens, I don't look up and look down. Looking at Donghua's appearance, she didn't recognize her, and she really felt that there was nothing wrong with it. She and Donghua responded to the Buddha's saying, and she couldn't say it. I can't say it, I can't say it's wrong, and I can't say it's a disaster.

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