The electric heater in the house was running brightly, and Fu Lu deliberately turned on all the thermal facilities to the maximum, covering his sweat. He coughed a few times and scared away all the crows in the yard: "Look at how much warmth the world gives you, you don't know what to do, it's too hot!" It's too hot! You're not cold at all, they just give you heat, just to kill you! Hahaha~"

Yuexia and Wu San'er crouched on the wall, quietly looking at Fu Lu, a fifteen-year-old boy.

"This is Uncle Lim's child, who really looks like his father. But what nerves is he having? ”

"He looks like he's in a bad mood."

The two men continued to peep. I saw Fu Lu with a sullen face, and scolded while destroying the roses in the yard: "A group of crazy teachers, I obviously didn't bully people, but I put the responsibility on my head." ”

Yuexia whispered to Wu San'er: "Let's go in." ”

Wu San'er took her hand: "Forget it, he seems to be in a bad mood now, I'm afraid he will spill his anger on our heads." Why don't you come back tomorrow. ”

A gust of wind blew, Yue Xia was very familiar with this feeling, she took advantage of the fact that she was still taken away by the Seven Emotions God, and hurriedly said to Wu San'er: "San'er, now some strange gods have something important to look for me, I'll leave first." ”

Wu San'er was taken aback: "Some strange gods? ”

"yes, the weirdest and most perverted species I've ever seen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yuexia disappeared.

Half a year ago, I just got a job as a counselor, and I came home happily and wanted to celebrate with my family, but that day was when my parents went to the witch world, and they suddenly disappeared in front of me. So Wu San'er is not afraid at all, not to mention that she is a witch herself.

Jumping over the wall, Wu San'er jumped into the courtyard, Fu Lu looked at her dumbfounded, and his body stepped back: "You, you, who are you?" ”

Wu San'er looked at Fu Lu's frightened eyes and detailed movements, not like he was generally frightened, but wanted to isolate himself from all potential dangers in the outside world. She preliminarily judged that Fu Lu might have been framed on some spiritual level.

"Actually, that's ......" Wu San'er sorted out his emotions and told Fulu everything about Limu.

To her surprise, Fu Lu didn't react at all. just said lightly: "Finished?" ”

"Well, that's it."

"Then I'll enter the house, you go slowly, don't send it."

"Huh? However, you are only fifteen years old now, and you still need to be taken care of. ”

Wu San'er chased after Fu Lu, intending to follow him into the house, but Fu Lu slammed the door shut as soon as he entered.

Then she heard heart-rending cries coming from inside. I don't know how long she sat outside the door, but it was already evening, and she left with confidence when she saw Fu Lu reading at night.

Yuexia kept yawning in the Seven Feelings Palace, disdainful of a table of delicacies.

"Are you tired?" The old woman asked.

"Every trip is an hour for several years, and I have traveled several times in the last half a month, so it's no wonder if I'm not tired."

"In that case, you should hurry up and finish the next four trips during the winter vacation."

"Four? Didn't you think of Yingling's part as a trip to anger, in this case, there are only three trips left. ”

The old woman shook her head: "No, our six gods have their own arranged trips, and we can't let the peach blossom spirit be idle." We've decided to ask her to arrange another official Fury tour for you. ”

"Don't!" Yuexia was firmly dragged by the old woman with a scepter.

"Hmph, even if you want to, you can't escape."

"Seven immortals, spare your life, don't let me die again on this trip." Yuexia hugged the pillar and begged for mercy.

"Then it's up to Peach Blossom Spirit's arrangement." The old woman looked at the peach blossom spirit standing in the corner and drawing circles, "Come here!" What are you sulking again! ”

Peach Blossom Ling reluctantly walked over and pouted: "Yuexia, come here, I'll change you to the north and south of my world." ”

"Wow!" Yuexia saw the front of the peach blossom spirit and was shocked by the beauty of this angry god, "Oh my God, you are too beautiful to this goddess, but why are you so angry?" ”

The angry god peach blossom spirit raised his eyebrows: "I want you to take care of it!" You give me a good trip! ”

With a wave of her crimson long sleeves, she was about to turn Yuexia away, and Yuexia hurriedly asked before disappearing, "May I ask the angry god, which dynasty of the Northern and Southern Dynasties I want to go to?" ”

"Northern Qi, however, the Northern Qi of my world is probably not the same as your world."

After a period of cold, Yuexia found herself in the Northern Qi Kingdom of another world. It's winter, and in the absence of any modern warmth, little hands are frozen with small cracks. She looked at herself, her body had shrunk so much, she touched her face, and said to herself, "It turns out that I have become a little child this time." So, who am I? ”

After a moment of consciousness, Yuexia lost her memory again, and only heard a delicate call: "Little pity, pity, Feng Xiaopity!" Do you hear me! ”

The next story takes place in the Northern Qi Dynasty, when the angry god Peach Blossom Spirit is still a human, in the parallel world of Northern Qi, the possessed person arranged by the Peach Blossom Spirit for Yuexia is the biological mother of the Peach Blossom Spirit-Feng Xiaolian.

After a snowstorm at night, the world is shrouded in extreme darkness.

Suddenly, the first rays of the morning sun appeared, dazzling the white world.

Such a beautiful scenery led to the two little girls in the Song Mansion. One looked like he was eight or nine years old, wearing a new goose-yellow cloak, and the other looked to be only five or six years old, wrapped in a large red cotton jacket.

The little girl in the red cotton jacket sat on the snow, tilted her little head, and looked at the hazy sun: "Huanghua, why is it snowing today?" ”

The little girl in the goose yellow cloak was holding a snowball in her hand: "Because the ground and the roof are so dirty, they need white snow to wash them." ”

"It's dirty...... yes, it's so dirty, so the sun is dark. Feng Xiaolian was thoughtful.

"What do you want? Little pity. Mu Huanghua threw a snowball on Feng Xiaolian, Feng Xiaolian knocked down the snow on her body in a daze, and her coquettish appearance made Mu Huanghua laugh.

The bell in the distance rang suddenly, and Mu Huanghua's originally happy eyes showed some more grievances: "Madame, it's time to get up, let's go back." ”

The two came to the kitchen, and the maid Qingxiao was busy by the stove.

The smile on Mu Huanghua's face gradually disappeared: "Mother, I don't want to recognize Mrs. as a mother." ”

Qingxiao looked at Mu Huanghua's whole body covered in snow, and said while helping her dust the snow: "Your mother and I are just a subordinate, but you are the biological daughter of the master, and the condition for you to recognize your ancestors and return to your ancestors is to pass you on to your wife, and my mother does all this for your own good. ”

Mu Huanghua sighed.

When the things were ready, Mu Huanghua walked in front, Qingxiao carried the tea, and Feng Xiaolian followed behind.

"Dad, mother." Mu Huanghua finally called out.

Master Song looked at his handsome daughter, smiled from ear to ear, and hurriedly said, "Good daughter, get up quickly." ”

But Mrs. Song put on a smiling appearance: "In the future, you will be called Song Huanghua, after all, you are the daughter of the master, and you are not allowed to follow the surname Mu." ”

At this time, a maidservant girl walked up to Mrs. Song and whispered, "Madam, the sedan chair in the palace is here." ”

Mrs. Song nodded, then smiled, and said to Feng Xiaolian: "Xiaolian, these days, in our house, have you had a good time?" ”

Feng Xiaolian said: "Back to Mrs., I have had a good time these days, and Mrs. loves Xiaolian even more. ”

Mrs. Song smiled and nodded: "Little mercy, Madam wants to send you to a more interesting place, are you willing to go?" ”

Feng Xiaolian's face showed joy: "Yes, madam, where are you taking me?" ”

"Take her for a change of clothes." Mrs. Song instructed Qingxiao.

After dressing up, Feng Xiaolian was led outside the courtyard by Qingxiao, only to see a delicate sedan chair standing on the snow.

"Cousin, this sedan chair is so beautiful."

Qingxiao smiled: "If Xiao Lian likes it, just sit on it." ”

There was goose feather snow in the sky again.

Outside the gate of the Song Mansion, the pink sedan chair under the wind and snow is small and exquisite, which is commensurate with the five-year-old Feng Xiaolian sitting inside.

After seeing the sedan chair drive away, Qingxiao ran back to the Song Mansion, knelt down and said, "Madam, Xiao Lian has already taken the sedan chair of the palace instead of Huang Hua." Now that I have gone far, my daughter Huanghua can finally not enter the palace. ”

Mrs. Song was drinking hot beauty tea, and she wanted to drink it slowly, but she was so angry that she swallowed it in one gulp.

Qingxiao, who was kneeling on the ground, was pale, and under the willow eyebrows was a pair of beautiful eyes, but unfortunately, the right side of his face was engraved with the word "Song" by the jealous Mrs. Song.

Mrs. Song held back the pain in her mouth, did not look at Qingxiao, the corners of her mouth did not float, and she couldn't see any emotion: "Your daughter? ”

Qingxiao suddenly found his gaffe: "Yes...... It's Miss. ”

Mrs. Song looked at Qingxiao contemptuously: "I don't look at your face, what it looks like." You have to remember that you are just a slave girl in the Song Mansion, and Huang Hua is already my daughter and no longer has anything to do with you. ”

"Yes, yes, Madame said that I am just a slave girl, and I have never had anything to do with the young lady."

After Mrs. left, Qingxiao lifted the right half of her cheek, the word "Song" engraved by Mrs. a few years ago seemed to be burning pain, this ugly right cheek, with a delicate left face, looks really ironic.

This is not what she wants, in this dynasty where the master can kill the female slave at will, how dare she refuse the pursuit of the old man.

finally gave birth to a yellow flower, I thought I could be accepted as a concubine by the master, but who knows, but the face was engraved with the master's surname by the jealous lady, and the concubine was over.

After being disheartened with the master, he wanted to raise Huanghua to grow up, but he met Gao Zhan, the king of Changguang, who ascended the throne and urgently recruited palace people. She was afraid that her daughter would be recruited into the palace, so she had to agree to her wife's request, cut off the mother-daughter relationship with Huang Hua, pass her on to her wife, and find her niece Feng Xiaolian from afar to act as a girl in the Song Mansion, so that her wife would not send Huang Hua to the palace.

Feng Xiaolian sat in the sedan chair, playing with the step shake that was plucked from the top of the bun.

The six-year-old child is too innocent and casual, this palace dress is really inappropriate to wear on the body, and the childish little face is painted with palace makeup, which looks very funny.

"Mama, where are we going? Feng Xiaolian held the exaggerated bun with her little hand, and gently lifted the curtain with her other hand, revealing a coquettish smile.

"In the palace." The cold voice came into Feng Xiaolian's ears.

Feng Xiaolian felt a chill behind him: "In the palace? What is the palace place? ”

Mama's expression was still cold, and her eyes swept over my Feng Xiaolian's face: "The palace is the place where you can't get out if you go in." ”