In the blink of an eye, March has arrived.

The willow tree pulls out thin willow silk, which is dotted with pale yellow young leaves; The green grass came out of the dirt, clumps, clumps; Red, yellow, white, purple, all kinds of flowers compete with each other, and bees and butterflies dance around.

There was a gentle and crisp bird song from the trees; The wind blows gently, bringing with it the fragrance of flowers and the smell of spring everywhere.

The seventh day of the third month is Yu Dump's birthday.

One thousand and one hundred years old.

Early in the morning, the entire Zixuan Palace is decorated with lanterns, lanterns, flags, and all kinds of blooming flowers and bonsai, arranged in clusters according to different colors and patterns, which adds to the joy.

Yaya snickered and whispered to me: "Miss Yan'er, fortunately, you only like the fragrance of plum blossoms, and you are not interested in other flower fragrances, otherwise you won't see flowers bloom in the whole spring in Wolf City." ”

Zhenzhen on the side gave her a reproachful look.

Yaya quickly shut up and said nothing, but he couldn't hide the smile between his eyebrows. Even if it's true, don't overdo it, lower your eyelids, and hold back the smile in your eyes.

I giggled.

Yaya couldn't have said the most correct thing.

I also believe that if I am interested in other flower scents, Yu Dumping will make people pick all those flowers, so that Wolf City will not see flowers bloom all spring.

It was Yu Tianluo's 1100th birthday, and everyone with heads and faces in the wolf city came to Zixuan Palace to congratulate.

Emperor Yu Wuyang also came.

He was wearing a dark purple embroidered flying purple wolf robe, hanging jade hooks and two jade pendants, his temples were like frost, his hair was gray, his forehead was wrinkled, and his cheekbones were high and protruding.

Despite his old age, he is still burly. The eyes are sharp, the light is intimidating, not angry but mighty, and there is an innate imperial majesty.

Yu Wujie also came, and shouted at me: "Sister Xiaoqi'er——"

His mother, with a dark face, pulled him away. It was as if her son had insulted her ancestors for eighteen generations by saying half a word to me.

Yu's uncle, the gray werewolf patriarch Ao Yiwei, also came.

The eldest son, Ao Xuanye, and the second son, Ao Xuanting, also arrived.

That time before the Snow Mountain Illusion, I had met Ao Xuanting, who was the second senior brother of Yu Dumping. Yu Tingluo's senior brother Feng Nuli didn't come to take care of his teacher, so he asked his little sister Duhu Mo to send Yu Tianluo more than 100 jars of peach blossom wine made by himself.

When Yu Wujie's mother saw Duhu Mo, she immediately smiled, and pulled Yu Wujie forward and called "Aunt Mo". And Yu Wujie called her: "Aunt Mo-"

After a while, the patriarch of the Blue Werewolf tribe, Dulian Jia, arrived.

Yu Wujie Niang and Duhu Mo stepped forward together.

Duhu Mo shouted at Dulian Jia: "Big brother-"

Yu Wujie's mother called: "Uncle-"

At this time, Duhu Mo lowered his eyebrows and was pleasing to the eyes, smiling and frowning, all of them were all manners, graceful and colorful, and a gentle and graceful and gentle and lovely person, virtuous and virtuous.

I watched from afar

I wondered.

This lone fox, isn't it the same person who was the vicious woman who was murderous to me and wanted to eat me alive in front of the snowy mountain illusion?

At that time, she gritted her teeth and said to me: "Stinky girl, what I can't see the most is your face that looks like a sunken fish!" What's so great about this face? is the most beautiful woman in the Southern Wilderness, so what? Let me tell you, since ancient times, how thin life has been, just like a fish sinking in the wind, you will never die well! ”

- I don't understand, Princess Yi is her master, why does she hate her so much?

I don't understand, and I'm too lazy to think about it.

It has nothing to do with me.