Tong Xing looked at Mo Qi, who was climbing up and down in the book pavilion and rummaging through the floors, and asked with a wrinkled face: "Your Highness, what are you looking for?" You can tell me, I'll call June, and Jiuyue and them will help find it together." ”

Mo Qi kept looking at the shelves layer by layer, and said, "It's nothing, just find a few idle books to pass the time." ”

Because the library is cleaned every day, and every three days, every layer and every grid will be cleaned, so as not to be polluted and damaged by some precious ancient books, or the master will be choked by ashes when he turns up and down to find books.

Therefore, Mo Qi's whole person was flying back and forth in the book pavilion, and there was no floating dust.

It's just that Tong Xing's neck hurts a little, she looks up at Mo Qi like this, and she is almost the time to burn incense, and she doesn't know what book His Highness is looking for.

"Dian......" Just when Tong Xing was about to ask out loud again.

Mo Qi's body turned and landed lightly in front of Tong Xing. Holding a copy of "Promoting Weaving and Painting Scrolls" in his hand, a satisfied smile was hooked on the corner of his mouth.

Tong Xing tilted her head and looked at the book "Promoting Weaving and Painting" in Mo Qi's hand. Puzzled: "This, this is the book of fighting crickets? Does His Highness want to fight crickets?"

Mo Qi put the "Promoting Weaving and Painting Scroll" into his sleeve and raised his head at Tong Xing: "No, it's just boring, find some idle books to make fun." As he spoke, he walked towards the outside of the library.

Tong Xing pursed her lips, turned her head to the left and looked at the "Narrative Collection of Promoting Weaving" that she could get as soon as she stretched out her hand, they were all books for fighting crickets, why didn't Your Highness take this one, could it be that he didn't see it?

Tong Xing shook her head and sighed quietly, so just now she asked His Highness what book he wanted to find, and asked her to help find it.

Mo Qiyi hummed a little song all the way to the house, and Tongxing followed her obediently.

Mo Qi rolled his eyes, stopped and said to Tong Xing: "Xing'er, you go and boil a bowl of peach blossom soup for me, make me a plate of pea yellow, the peach blossom soup should be cooked thick, boil it for a while." ”

Tong Xing blinked: "I asked the dining room to make it for you?"

Mo Qi shook his head: "I'll eat what you make, you go and make it for me." ”

"But, but, don't you think I don't make it delicious......" Tong Xing looked at Mo Qi with a wink.

"Today I just want to eat the kind of flavor you made. Mo Qi said nonsense.

Tong Xing nodded, still with a little happiness in her heart: "Okay, then I'll do it for you now." "Your Highness, is this? Finally, I think the dim sum I made is delicious?" As he spoke, he trotted all the way to the small kitchen in Mo Qi's backyard.

"Mmmm, don't worry, the peach blossom soup must be thick~" Mo Qi clasped his hands to his lips and shouted at Tong Xing's back.

Tong Xing turned around, nodded while retreating, and said happily: "Okay, Your Highness~"

Mo Qi grinned and watched Tong Xing's figure disappear around the corner. I looked around again. The other little fairy maids are doing their own things, usually, it is Tong Xing who follows her to serve her, and the other little fairy maids are used to doing some sprinkling and sweeping work in the yard, so no one pays attention to her at this time.

Mo Qi walked into the house, turned around and closed the door, and set up a soundproof barrier on the door.

Then he walked to the desk and took out the book "Promoting Weaving and Painting" from his sleeve, and hurriedly turned the book to a somewhat bulging page, which was a gray-black feather.

Mo Qi carefully picked up the feather. His eyes became a little gentle, and he unconsciously fell into the memory.

These are the wings of the Tempest, the feathers that grow on the edge of the roots of the wings of the original body of the Tempest. Each one is extremely precious.

This is about 2,000 years old. Her father's old friend, Uncle Tu Zhoushan's beard, came to visit his father, knowing that he was a little naughty when urinating, he specially brought himself a big black-headed cricket.

This black-headed cricket, with its dark and shiny wings, black and long tentacles, and solid and powerful hind legs, looks like a battle cricket among crickets!

Hold this "black general", oh, the black general is the name that Mo Qi gave it himself.

After holding this black general, he wanted to sneak out of the palace and fight with the little wolf spirits and little leopard spirits in the city.

But after thinking about it, he suffered a lot of losses under their hands, and it seemed that he couldn't rely on the bravery of the crickets alone, so for the sake of insurance, Mo Qi decided to go to his small library to find a few classics about fighting crickets and take a look, thinking that it was better to learn the strategy first, so that one could be prepared and invincible.

Mo Qi searched left and right in the book pavilion, and finally found a picture book in many classics that were full of words, holding the picture book in his left hand and the black general in his right hand, humming a little song all the way back to his house to study.

It's strange that Mo Qi is a little lazy, and of course it's also because Hurricane and Mo Qi are usually too familiar.

Because Uncle Beard brought this cricket to her, it was loaded with a simple grass cage, Mo Qi got it, so he thought about learning some strategies to fight with the friends in the city, so he didn't find a wooden barrel or anything to place for a while, so he simply put it in the grass cage.

Mo Qi put the straw cage containing the black general on the side of the bed, and he bent his legs on the bed to read the book "Promoting Weaving and Painting", and when he saw something interesting, the wind held the silver fan in his hand and walked in with a light curtain on the door.

Because Mo Qi was fascinated by it, he didn't notice the arrival of the wind. So I ignored him.

Brushing the wind saw that Mo Qi was lying on the bed reading a picture book, inserted the folding fan in his hand at random on the placket of his chest, bent over, poked his head over, and sat on the bed: "What to look at......" The words that were so fascinating were not finished, and when the wind sat on the edge of the bed, he only heard a "click", and the sound of something being broken came out.

The tail note has a hint of stickiness, which makes people have goosebumps when they listen to it.

Hurricane hurriedly got up from the bed: "Something!"

Then came Mo Qi's scream: "Ahh!!!!!!h

The black general, who had never fought a war, died tragically under the ass of the wind.

The one who dies is called a miserable, and that one is called a tragic one.

Mo Qi looked at the pool on the bed...... Covering his mouth, he closed his eyes in despair.

The wind touched his buttocks, held back the nausea in his heart, and called out to Mo Qi with trembling hands: "Qiqi......"

Mo Qi closed his eyes and ignored him, and after a while, he finally choked out a word from his throat: "Get out." ”

Since then, Mo Qi has not paid attention to the wind for a month.

Ren is how the wind bribes and flatters and offers some interesting gadgets with wine and meat, Mo Qiquan can't see it, and in her eyes, the wind is a transparent existence like air.

Finally, one morning a month later, the wind couldn't stand Mo Qi's blindness to him, so he turned his heart sideways and spread his hands in front of Mo Qi: "Qiqi......!

Mo Qi was still standing in front of him and listening to him at first, until he said, "What's the big deal," gave him a blank look, bypassed him and continued to walk forward.

The wind pursed his mouth, grabbed Mo Qi's sleeve, and said aggrievedly: "Qiqi, don't you be angry, or else, I'll turn into the original body and take you around Wanmang Mountain, okay?"

Went around to Mo Qi: "Don't you keep saying that I am very envious when I see that there is a red eagle as a mount in Liluo, and I really want to feel what it feels like," swallowed his saliva and made a lot of determination: "Anyway, I and that red eagle are both birds, and the feeling should be the same, you, do you want to try it?"

Mo Qi's eyes lit up, but he still pretended to be angry and said, "You said it yourself, I didn't force you." ”

Seeing that Mo Qi was finally willing to take care of himself, Hurricane hurriedly smiled and said, "Of course, of course." ”

After speaking, he turned into his original body, becoming several feet larger, with some white in his gray wings, flashing in the sunlight.

Mo Qi laughed, tapped his toes, and jumped on the back of the wind to sit down.

The wind flapped its wings twice and flew towards the sky.

Mo Qi sat cross-legged on the back of the wind, his mood was extremely comfortable, he looked left and right, his mind turned, and he quickly plucked a feather from the root of the wind's wings.

The wind was in pain, tilted his body, and said hurriedly: "Qiqi, what are you doing to pick up my feathers." ”

Mo Qi pinched the feather in his hand and played: "I heard that the feather of the bird's feather can be used as a medium for summoning, and I will keep a feather feather of yours so that I can find you later." ”

"If you look for me, you can just use the ordinary sound transmission method, and you still need to get my feather feather?"

"What if you and I are far away?" Mo Qi smiled and tucked Ling Yu into his sleeve.

"How far can you get from mine?" said Tempest.

"What if you and I are not at home?" Mo Qidao.

The wind pouted, and it was useless to say anything.

Mo Qi looked at the gray-black feather in his hand, he just thought it was fun at the time, so he pulled one out, but he didn't expect it to really come in handy now.

Mo Qi threw the gray-black feather into the air, changed the handprint in his hand, and recited the magic trick in his mouth.

After a while, the wind was holding a pu fan in his hand, the hem of the robe was tied on both sides of the waist, and the cuffs were pulled up high, revealing a white little arm, standing in the center of Mo Qi's room a little dazed.

Mo Qi looked at the wind, and the wind looked back at Mo Qi.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, a little speechless.

Mo Qi opened his mouth, and tears slipped down uncontrollably.

Hurric was stunned, hurriedly took two steps forward, put the pu fan in his hand on the table, and walked over: "Qiqi, what's wrong, how much do you miss me, why are you still crying?"

As he spoke, he walked around the table to Mo Qi, gently grabbed Mo Qi's shoulders, pulled her into his arms, and patted her on the back: "Don't cry, don't cry, Qiqi, what's wrong?"

Mo Qi lay on the wind and shed tears for a while, slowly stood up straight, looked at the wind and said, "Brother wind, I have something to do, I have to help me." ”