The first life

Xunyang.

Jiangfu.

A cry ushered in the dawn of dawn.

"Sir, sir, Madame is born!

The mother-in-law who delivered the baby opened the door, and Jiang Ziyu immediately ran to the door.

"Sir, look at how pitiful the young lady is. Look at this little face. ”

Jiang Ziyu happily brushed aside the swaddling clothes on the side of the child's face, and carefully touched the baby's incredibly tender cheeks, and his heart was soft.

"Master, Miss is looking at you and laughing!"

Jiang Ziyu's hand trembled, and he didn't raise his hand, but just asked casually, "Where is Madam?"

The mother-in-law hurriedly replied: "Madame just gave birth to Miss, everything is fine, but I am exhausted, and I am so tired that I have fallen asleep at the moment." ”

Jiang Ziyu's eyes deepened, and he said, "I've worked hard for her." And he said no more.

The mother-in-law couldn't figure it out in her heart, and felt that the Hou Ye and Mrs. of Xunyangjiang were stranger than the other, and she wanted to say something more, but she thought of the instructions of the lady in the house, so she gave up again.

Jiang Ziyu took the child from the mother-in-law's hand and held it in his arms, "You child, it's just the right time." "At that time, it was dawn, the frost and snow were shining.

The child in his arms giggled, which was very pleasant.

Jiang Ziyu stared at the clouds in the distance.

"Since it is the first time to appear in the world, can I call you Ji'er?"

The children danced hand to hand, and it was extraordinarily high-tech to drive.

Outside Jiang's mansion, a man stood in hiding, his eyes following the blush in Jiang Ziyu's arms in the courtyard. The peerless and elegant face, noble and compelling, reveals the gentleness of the indulgent. He muttered with an intoxicating pampering.

"Ah Huan, don't be afraid. ”

Jiang Ziyu held the child in his arms and played with the beans for a while, and then felt sleepy. Last night, Yun's gave birth, he stood at the door and kept watch all night, and now that the mother and child are safe, his sleepiness gradually rises.

Call the nurse, carry the child to her, and instruct: "Be careful." Poop waved his hand and returned to his bedroom.

Mo Qing was contemplating outside the door, and saw that the child was hugged by the nurse, and when she returned to the house, she used some spells to put the nurse to sleep. He flew off the courtyard.

Pushing open the door, there was a burst of children's laughter.

Mo Qing approached the cradle and leaned over slightly, looking at the little face wrapped in swaddling clothes, which had not yet grown wrinkled, it was really not good-looking, but a trace of affection flashed in Mo Qing's heart, and it was softly brushed.

The child grabbed a handful of Mo Qing's hair hanging on the side of her face, with a slight force.

Mo Qing was slightly pained, smiled helplessly, and had to get closer to her again.

"Ah Huan, I didn't expect you to be so naughty when you were born. After that, he remembered that when he was seriously injured in the Nine Heavens, he had to transform into his original body by the Ten Evil Pools. She accompanied him all day and night, and even stole the spiritual spring in the Yurong Hall to water his primordial spirit in order for him to recover as soon as possible. After being discovered, the Heavenly Emperor punished her for supervising the evil wolf in the resentful water prison.

And he lost her.

When he thought of this, his face turned horribly pale, as if he were carrying the deepest sins.

His Ah Huan is already so kind.

The hand clutching the edge of the cradle was almost pinched and bleeding.

The child in the cradle naturally didn't know what it meant, and he didn't know what to say.

Mo Qing came back to her senses, her smile barely bitter.

"Ah Huan, since your name was given to me, can I give you a name in this life? He looked down and rubbed the child's face.

"White nights of thinking, night dreams. The noble man paused and pondered, "How about dreaming?"

Take a piece of jade from your body, and engrave the words "Demon King, Moqing" on it. He used a little illusion, and the words on it seemed to be replaced by the word Dream Frequency, and the smoke lingered slightly.

The child's smiling face was still there, and his little finger was stretched out, as if he wanted to touch the man in front of him.

The smile on Mo Qing's clear face deepened a little, and he also stretched out his index finger and lightly touched the child's fingertips.

"Remember, Huan. In this life, you call it a dream. Wait for me for you to grow up, when I regain your heart, and don't abandon me. ”

The child looked at him and smiled again.

Mo Qing's eyebrows flickered, "Don't abandon me." ”

In the past few days, Xunyang Pingyang Houjiang Mansion can be described as full of guests, which is nothing more than the first birthday of Pingyang Hou's daughter.

The emperor's holy favor Long'en gave him the name of the lord of Jiaxi.

According to legend, the county lord was born noble, and on the day of his birth, there was a haunting fairy jade pendant around him for no reason, which was engraved with the word "Dream Frequency".

Hou Ye was overjoyed and named the county lord "Mengpin".

Since then, the child has had a name.

A few years passed.

The Jiang family invited a gentleman from outside to read and write for the bishop of Jiaxi Xiaojun in Jiang Mansion. Lord Jiaxi is still young, and he looks like he is only five or six years old.

But the gentleman was an old pedant, with a long, snow-white beard, which jumped and jumped when he was annoyed by the dreams.

The gentleman always has a serious and upright face, and does not smile.

Mengpin was a little afraid of him, and he always had a little playful temperament in front of the old gentleman, but he didn't know what to think in his heart.

On this day, Mengpin practiced writing in the study. Father Jiang Ziyu watched from the side, frowning and shaking his head.

"Ji'er, the font pays attention to charm, and you must not be impetuous when learning words. You child, your heart can't be still. ”

Mengpin was so aggrieved that he couldn't do it, and his eyes blinked at his father.

Jiang Ziyu loves children after all, and he can no longer bear to blame.

At this time, a notice came from outside: "Master, the king of Huainan is waiting in the hall with the prince of Minchuan." ”

Jiang Ziyu replied: "Let them wait for a while, Ben Hou will arrive later." ”

"Yes, sir. ”

Jiang Ziyu touched the child's head, and there was no old sense on his handsome face, but it was just past the year of establishment.

"Ji'er is studying carefully in the study first, and that kid in Moye estimates that it won't be long before he comes to play with you. Daddy left for a moment. ”

Dream Pin nodded sensibly.

As soon as Jiang Ziyu left on the front foot, another person appeared in the back foot room.

The person who came ran in a moon-white distance, and the cuffs and hem were outlined with gold and silver threads to outline a few budding or blooming lotus flowers.

The elegant and noble face is amazing, and when you turn your eyes, you are infinitely graceful.

The man smiled slightly, and it was a good bewilderment.

He walked close to Mengpin's side, looked at the words she connected on the rice paper, and smiled helplessly.

"Dream frequency. ”

The voice is clear and elegant, as if it came from heaven.

Dream Frequency was stunned.

If she hadn't reacted yet. There's only one reason: to be bewitched.

Beauty is a Gu, and you can't say anything.

Mengpin raised his head, and then asked: "Ah Qing, why did you come back to this Pingyang Hou Mansion as if you were in a no-man's land, and those guards at the door couldn't stop you even half a point?"

This peerless man has to come to this Pingyang Hou Mansion every year, and he treats her very well.

Last year, she was infected with rash disease, because it was contagious, and in those days, in addition to the doctor who came every day, he was by his side to take care of her. I don't know where he found a piece of medicinal powder, but after taking it, he was cured in a few days. Since then, she has relied on him.

said that she should have called his brother, but once she called him, she saw that his face was unhappy, and her eyes rolled with feelings she didn't know, and even the smile in the past became reluctant.

He didn't tell her his name, so she kept calling him Aqing.

She thought it was a little impolite to do this, but after listening to her explanation, A-Qing's face turned even paler, and she forced a cheerful face: "Mengpin, don't ask me for those politeness." ”

Mengpin had no choice but to give up.

Now, Mo Qing is laughing and laughing, he is inconvenient to say to his little Ah Huan that it is because he is a demon, if he doesn't want mortals to see it, those mortals will not be able to see it.

Mo Qing gently stroked Mengpin's little face, and now that she has grown a little, she has a little bit of Yu Huan's demeanor in the Nine Heavens.

"Mengpin, there are some things, when you grow up, I will tell you completely. ”

Dream pouted unhappily.

The man in front of her has been with her since she had an impression, but for some reason, in the past few years, his appearance has not changed at all. And she's grown from a baby.

When I see him every year, he is so precious and handsome, like a fairy.

"Dream frequency. ”

The girl answered.

"Promise me, don't be tempted, okay?" he said with imperceptible pleading. The expression that should have been cold softened at the moment.

He gently stroked her bun, trembling a little.

Mengpin looked at him suspiciously, not knowing what he meant.

Mo Qing's heart ached. He had asked Yue Lao about Ah Huan's marriage in this life.

Bai Jue, the son of the Marquis of Huainan outside the door, is her future husband. Knowing that this is just a short life in the world, he is still reluctant.

"Well, it's my delusion. ”

He hid his emotions in the moment.

"Aqing?"

As if sensing the man's uneasiness, Mengpin put down the pen in his hand and asked in a low voice.

Mo Qing also knew that he was wrong, so he pretended to smile: "But you want to learn words?"

Mengpin nodded embarrassedly: "The master said that I am not good at writing, and even my father is unsatisfactory." I'm irritable, I can't settle down, and the font is naturally not good-looking. ”

Mo Qing listened and smiled deeply.

Ah Huan is also a calm temperament and is active. When the Purple Jade Immortal taught her to learn calligraphy, she always shirked it in every way.

In the end, it turned out to be Qianye who accompanied her to practice slowly stroke by stroke. At that time, although he had cultivated his divine consciousness by the Ten Evil Pools, he had not yet turned into a human form, looking at the intimate posture of holding her in the evening, even if he was unhappy in his heart, he was helpless.

Oh, it turns out that he has been giving her his heart since then.

"It's urgent. Patience is enough. He took her pen and put it in her hand, his own hand gently wrapped around her little hand, bent down slightly, and dropped a stroke on the thin piece of rice paper.

Dream Frequency's eyes were stunned again.

She had never seen such beautiful hands.

Slender and neat, the bones are distinct, like the bright moon with a white luster, with the brush in the hand slightly forced, sometimes soft as if not felt, sometimes it is forceful. What doesn't change is the slightly cooler temperature of the palm.

Mengpin looked up at him, and he was dizzy again.

A good-looking appearance, everything seems to be shaped according to what she thinks in her heart.

The long jet-black hair was not tied with a crown, but it was very suitable for him, a person like a fairy, who did not eat fireworks. There were a few strands of ink hair hanging down, as if he had been hit by a Gu, and Mengpin's hand that had not taken the pen reached out to it, grasping it in the palm of his hand while he was not paying attention.

It was unusually supple, like his gentle nature, soft.

Mo Qing lowered her head, seeing that her mind was not on the practice of calligraphy, her eyes were almost glued to herself, she put down the pen angrily and funny, and slowly pulled her hair out of her hand.

Dream Pin smiled awkwardly.

Mo Qing picked up her small body and sat on the Taishi chair behind the table.

smiled with her: "At a young age, how can you be so?"

Mengpin lowered his head and didn't say anything, and he didn't know what he was talking about.

"Dream frequency?"

The child in his arms looks up.

"Do you like my looks?"

The child nodded shyly and embarrassedly: "Very happy." ”

Mo Qing couldn't help but laugh.

Mengpin had no choice but to explain: "Zi said: Everyone has a love for beauty. ”

Mo Qing couldn't cry or laugh. Seeing the little girl pulling at her robe, her face was about to be buried in the hem of her clothes.

His Ah Huan, how can he be so cute.

Although he is lustful, how can he be so pitiful and loved. In these three realms, there will never be another Yu Huan who makes him so distracted.

"Hehehe••••••"

Mengpin was annoyed and angry: "Don't laugh!"

Mo Qing's eyes flowed: "Okay, don't smile." ”

One year in the world, only one day in the sky, that is, he comes every day, and for the reincarnation of Yu Huan in front of him, it is only a rare time to see each other once a year.

"Is it time to learn how to write?" he asked her, as if casually.

Mengpin nodded hurriedly: "If you want it, you have to get it." "She doesn't want to be embarrassed in front of this stunning beauty.

"Then go on, okay?" he asked her in a low voice.

Mengpin nodded, and also followed the pen in Mo Qing's hand seriously.

It's just that it didn't take long for Mo Qing to put down his hand. Dream frequency surprised.

Mo Qing's face was imperceptibly astringent.

Her little Langjun is here.

Leaned down and instructed her: "Mengpin, you must study calligraphy well in the future, and when I come next year, I will check your homework, and you must not slack off." ”

Mengpin's face fell, not because he had to check his homework, but because every time he said such things, it was time to separate again.

"Why is it so fast today?"

Mo Qing was reluctant to hide: "It's not short." Remember what I said?"

Dream Pin nodded disappointmently: "Remember." ”

Mo Qing stroked her unhappy little face again, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt similar to Yu Huan: "It's good over there." ”

“••••••”

"I'll see you next year. ”

After finishing speaking, there was no trace of him around him.

Mengpin had no choice but to continue practicing the words he had just written by holding her hand.