The clear daylight above the nine heavens passed through the vertical window and fell on the fiery red orb between Shaoyi's eyebrows, he opened his eyes from his slumber, stared at the colorful gems on the top of the hall for a while, and then blew open the window in one breath, and the cold wind in the winter blew away the ambiguous fragrance in the hall.

The warm fragrance of nephrite in his arms is still there, and he likes to be hugged by such softness.

He pinched her body with his hand, giving him a pleasant touch. What was her name? He had forgotten. What does it look like? You'll have to wait until you see it to remember.

But it doesn't matter, free and indulgent, never-ending freshness and pleasure, after Nirvana is reborn, nothing changes.

A finger slowly teased his lips along the curvature of his chin, the goddess in his arms was awake, he hugged her with his backhand, his palm reached into the loose neckline, holding the plump softness, gently twisting slowly.

When the hustle and bustle stopped, it was almost noon, Shaoyi changed into his daily wide robe, and wanted to leave this small side hall full of incense, and the goddess whose name he couldn't remember said lazily in the back: "Emperor, when you still have a spiritual dream, come to me." This is what I am happy to do, and I would give it to you rather than give birth to a descendant to a god who doesn't know what to do. "And Emperor Zhongshan is also good.

The word "willing" is excellent, and no matter how precious something is in the world, it can't be exchanged for the word "happy".

Shaoyi dismantled the scattered braids wrapped in gold thread and smiled lightly: "Well said, I'm almost in love with you." ”

Out of the side hall, with a shake of his long sleeves, he slowly slipped down from the high platform, and then fluttered and hung high, and stopped lightly on the red jade platform of the tower palace, and the priests and maidens who were several times more than before immediately bowed and saluted. The Qingyang clan, which had declined in his hands, has gradually become brilliant in his hands over the years, but it is a pity that the frail previous generation of Qingyang clan emperors fell earlier, if he can survive until now, he has a way to make him return to normal.

"Hua Lin is still sleeping?" Shao Yi gently lifted the crystal curtain, and asked in a low voice.

The maiden said respectfully: "Back to the emperor's words, the princess has only turned over a few times, thinking that she is about to wake up." ”

He turned around and went to the other side: "Take the tiara, I will bathe." ”

Wash away the impetuous rouge fragrance and the smell of wine, Shaoyi changed into a neat crown dress, and the fairies quickly tied his braids for him, tied the agate phoenix, and hung the soul orb on his forehead, and then another fairy came to report: "Emperor, the princess is awake." ”

Shaoyi walked quickly to the dormitory of the tower palace, in the heavy gauze tent, the small figure was sitting in a daze, and when he saw him, he smiled and stretched out his two little hands: "Daddy, hug." ”

He picked up his daughter with a smile, and his fingertips gently smoothed out her soft and messy hair, her round fleshy face was very cute, so he pinched it, and his voice became gentle: "Do you want Daddy to teach you to read today?"

"Yes. Xiao Hualin couldn't wait to climb on his face, holding his head and slugging his face.

Shaoyi hugged her out of the yarn tent: "Then eat first, and then go to Shen Fangyuan with Daddy to see your brother, and finally let's read and write, okay?"

She began to play with the agate phoenix on his braid again, and said yes crisply.

He hugged Hua Lin tightly and jumped off the red jade platform, her joyful laughter sprinkled like silver bells throughout the vast Poor Mulberry City.

After Nirvana's rebirth of 270,000 years old, the dream came, and he found a god who was willing to give birth to a child for him, and gave birth to Hualin, and the Qingyang clan has since had an additional princess, who has just turned 1,500 years old this year.

And because of the catastrophe of the upper and lower realms, the gods withered, and the reimu came early and frequently, a hundred years ago, there was a goddess who gave birth to a son for him, because he had not yet had a human body, and he had not yet had time to open the canon and take the name.

Xiao Fengjun, who has no name, was placed in the incomparably hot Shenfang Garden, which was covered with 10,000-year-old fire rocks, and as when he was born, the softest cloud veil wrapped his slender phoenix body, and it took him two hundred years to wake up.

As soon as Hua Lin saw his younger brother, he wanted to touch his plump feathers with his hand, and he probably forgot to read and write. The energetic Qingyang Emperor Shaoyi dealt with official affairs and correspondence on the one hand, and paid attention to the movements of his children at any time, and by the way, he also circled all the words to be taught today.

After a while, Hua Lin bumped into the bookcase again, she was young, but she inherited the same concentration as him, and she recognized words very quickly, but her handwriting was a little worse - Shaoyi couldn't help but look at her ghostly drawing talismans on the paper, and suddenly heard her ask angrily: "Daddy, where is Auntie?"

Hmm, that's the question......

Shaoyi Zhiyi touched her little head and said slowly: "Hua Lin, whether it is a mortal or a god in this world, of course there will be a Niang, but not everyone can see their Auntie, for example, you only have a Daddy." There are also some opposites, you can't see your own daddy, do you think it's better to have a daddy, or a mother?"

The naïve Xiao Hualin, who was only 1,500 years old, was stunned by his words, and stared at him with clear black and white eyes with tears: "I want Daddy." ”

Shaoyi wiped the fallen tears for her, and said softly: "I want Hualin too." But you'd better not look for a god like Daddy in the future. ”

"Why?" she's been asking a lot of questions lately, and she's getting to the point where she's curious about everything.

Shaoyi held her hand and wrote the words correctly for her: "If you meet the god you like, you will always want to be with him, if he loses you, even if I kill him for you, you should still be sad." Rather than this, it is better to avoid it in the first place. Well, I hope you can enjoy the joy of the two, but if you don't have that luck, no one likes to be a merry goddess, and Daddy is happy. ”

Obviously, she didn't understand what he said at all, stared at him blankly, and turned the question back: "Why don't I have a mother?"

The young Emperor Shaoyi finally felt a little helpless in the face of his daughter's stubbornness, he sighed and looked around, his eyes suddenly fell on the crystal box on the bookshelf, and the snow white phoenix was still smart and elegant.

He squinted, not knowing what he was touched, and Wen Yan: "I was wrong for not leaving Ah Niang for Hua Lin, but Ah Dad is a selfish ghost, you, it's better to forget about Ah Niang." ”

Hua Lin's eyes widened in surprise: "What is a selfish ghost?"

Shaoyi laughed, lowered his head and kissed her on the cheek: "This word is too difficult for you, let's teach you later." ”

She was very dissatisfied, pouted her mouth and hung up the oil bottle, buried her head in silently wrote a few words, and coldly came out with an old-fashioned sentence: "Daddy, are you lonely?"

Do you even know the word lonely? Presumably it was those maidens who had nothing to do and broke their mouths and said it, but she learned it.

Shaoyi said leisurely: "I have Hualin, how can I be lonely? Now that I have a younger brother, I am not lonely." ”

The cunning emperor didn't want to listen to his daughter's endless questions that made his head big, so he simply hugged her in his lap, took a leaf, and blew a clean and soft tune.

Hua Lin liked this tune very much, and Xiao Fengjun, who was wrapped in cloud yarn, also liked it, and his little wings fluttered a few times.

Just like it, he will keep blowing, for them, something beautiful and shiny is never short-lived.

(Zilang Literature)