There is a different peach blossom in the Changxiang Temple, which is different from the ordinary peach blossom, this peach blossom blooms undefeated all year round, as if it has stopped reincarnation, and the flower color is extremely enchanting pomegranate red.

This tree is the only thing on the continent that makes Thorn feel dear.

And now the thorns have brought Ying Zheng under this peach tree.

Ying Zai has known about the existence of this peach tree since he was a child, but he rarely approached it. After all, overly bright colors are always uncomfortable to look at. There are also a lot of rumors about this tree, but in fact, I am afraid that this tree is older than Changxiangji.

"What are you bringing me here for?"

I saw Luo Thorn looking at the peach tree, reaching out to pick a peach blossom on the branch, pinching it and throwing it to the ground. Suddenly, a red light flashed, and the emperor's soul appeared in front of them.

Ying Zai clenched the string of beads in his hand and looked at Luo Thorn in disbelief, "This... It's..."

Luo Thorn knew exactly what he was thinking, nodded and walked away.

When the dying Son of Heaven finally saw his child ten years later, he finally burst into tears, not as an emperor, but just as a father who missed his child.

Luo Jian stood outside the Changxiang Temple, looking into the distance and slightly distracted. As soon as Mo Fan came out of the meditation room, he saw Luo Thorn alone in a daze. So he walked over.

"Miss Luo... Boss Luo. ”

Luo Thorn looked at the person, "What's the matter?" ”

Mo Fan took out a letter from his sleeve and handed it to Luo Thorn, who took it and glanced at it lightly. When he looked at Mo Fan again, he was a little angry, "Is this the meaning of Junyang Hou or the meaning of your Mingyuan Houfu?" All I promised her was to keep him safe, not to be a weapon of desire in your hands. I'm not, and he won't! ”

Mo Fan hurriedly shook his head, "The girl misunderstood. ”

"Misunderstanding?" Luo Thorn smiled contemptuously. The letter said that the emperor died, and the emperor's eldest son Chen would ascend the throne soon, and the Junyang Houfu and Mingyuan Houfu wanted to unite the various forces of the five states and eight prefectures to support the prince Yan as the new lord.

"If Jiayi wanted the little monk to ascend to that position, then there is nothing to do with Huang Zichen now, others can not know about this matter, but you don't understand?" Luo Thorn looked at Mo Fan with an unkind face.

Mo Fan's face was bitter, how could he not understand.

Back then, the eldest lady of Junyang Houfu was gifted, intelligent, talented and beautiful, and her talent spread all over the five states at the age of eight.

The major families of the five states and eight prefectures have shown their goodwill to the county Yang Houfu, and the high-ranking dignitaries who came to the marriage are about to step on the threshold of the Houfu, and they all praise the Miss Houfu as having nothing in the sky and the earth.

There is an old saying that people are afraid of being famous, and pigs are afraid of being strong. Thinking that it should be a good marriage for the mess of who's family, Miss Houfu encountered a bad guy when she went out for spring, and almost died, and when a generation of beauties saw it disappear, a slightly old-fashioned bridge appeared - a hero saves beauty.

That was the first time he saw her, and she was only thirteen years old. She was badly wounded that day, and curled up in his arms like a little beast, and though she was badly wounded, she did not cry out in pain. She was so painful that cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but she endured it all the time, and she didn't shed a single tear.

can see that although her dress is simple, it is not difficult to see that she is from a famous family, so he is curious why she is so strong, even so strong that it makes people feel distressed.

He took her back to Mingyuan Houfu, where she had been in a coma for three days, and only whispered in her sleep.

When he returned from school that day, he heard that she had woken up and hurried over to see her. When he went, she was standing by the window looking out of her mind, and when she heard the footsteps of the comer, she turned around and blessed him.

"Thank you for the rescue."

He seemed reserved and clumsy, and his ears were red. "It's okay, when the road is uneven, you should help yourself."

She smiled, "The little woman's name is Jiayi, I don't know what to call the son?" ”

"In the lower Mofan."

Jiayi lowered her head and thought slightly, her long eyelashes fluttering like a small fan.

"You're... The little marquis of Mingyuan Houfu? ”

Mo Fan nodded, "How did Miss Jiayi know?" ”

Jiayi's slightly pale face was stained with two blushes. "At home... I often heard my father mention it. ”

The little marquis of Mingyuan Houfu is graceful, and he is really a chic and beautiful young man of the sect, looking at the blue sky with white eyes, as bright as a jade tree in front of the wind. The prince reads with him, and he is the pillar of the heavenly family. Junyang Hou often praises him: a young hero.

"Lingzun is?" The slightly chilly breeze of early spring could not hide the joy of the young man.

Jiayi Nuonuo said: "Junyang Hou Jia Sikong is the father. ”

It turns out that she is...