Cool summer day, it is rare that there is no rain in the Qingdi Palace today, the afternoon breeze is slowly blowing from the shore of Chengjiang Lake, Fu Cang, who has dealt with the correspondence and official documents in the morning, just came down the huge steps, but saw the eldest son Yin Huan squatting alone on the steps with a branch and didn't know what to draw, so he leaned over and looked at it for a while, and said warmly: "This is Xiao Jiu?"

Yin Huan was not shocked, first lost the branch, and then got up and saluted elegantly: "I've seen my father." ”

Obviously childish, and still holding out the appearance of an old man, Fu Cang couldn't help but smile dumbly, and raised his hand to hold this small body in his arms: "Where are your mother and Ziqiu?"

A trace of grievance finally flashed on Yin Huan's white jade-like face, and his mouth also pouted: "Mother and younger brother are hiding in the Purple Mansion to enjoy the coolness." ”

Hua Xu is not afraid of the cold and harsh, but Yin Huan is only more than two thousand years old after all, and the power of the cold candle yin dragon god in the purple mansion will freeze after he stays for a long time, and his mother, who has no motherly heart, loves to treat it in the summer, Ziqiu is the candle yin clan, he is so envious that he can stay with his mother all day long.

Fu Cang smiled lightly: "Then let's go find them." ”

With his father as his backing, Yin Huan's face showed a hint of a smile. The previous generation of Qingdi liked this child very much, and it is said that he had the style of an old man, no closer than Fucang's natural arrogance when he was a child.

But said that in order to give birth to Yin Huan, Xuanyi suffered a lot, and Fu Cangyuan was determined not to let her regenerate, who knew that Yin Huan was less than three hundred years old, and the reimeng came again, this time it was the princess's reimeng. She seemed to have completely forgotten the hardships of Sheng Yin Huan, and clinged to him in all sorts of tricks, but she still succeeded after all.

The thousand years of Huaiziqiu was about the most difficult and sweetest period in Fucang's life, and he had to teach and take care of Yin Huan, and he had to work hard to fight against Xuanyi's willfulness, probably because she was pregnant with the Candle Yin clan, she was not uncomfortable at all, she was simply full of energy and jumped up and down, a hundred times more difficult than in the past.

When Ziqiu was not born, she always thought that it was a daughter, but who knew that she was still a son, until he was 400 years old and gave birth to a human body in Zhongshan Dragon Pool, she still couldn't believe it.

Qing Yan likes Ziqiu very much, after all, he has the bloodline of the Candle Yin clan, and this Zhongshan Emperor's whole face has been full of energy since then, as if he has unloaded some burden, this situation makes the previous Zhongshan Emperor, who has been looking forward to his son's marriage, very helpless, but he has nothing to say.

Fu Cang broke through another cloud realm in his courtyard, and immediately saw a spacious cloud carpet spread under the imperial mulberry, a slender lilac-colored figure across this end, another small white figure across the other, and a mess of snacks and books in the middle.

Ziqiu didn't seem to be asleep, and as soon as he looked up and saw his father coming, he rolled up and staggered towards him—this little dragon king of the Candle Yin clan preferred his father.

Fu Cang hugged one in one hand, held his two sons in his arms, and walked towards the sleeping lilac-colored figure with light steps. Yin Huan in his arms looked at his younger brother's naturally pale face with envious eyes, and whispered, "Did your mother tell you a funny story? What did you do in the morning?"

Ziqiu had the demeanor of the Candle Yin clan, turned his head arrogantly, and spit out a saliva bubble in a still vague immature voice: "...... to grab food with me"

The conversation between the sons made Fu Cang laugh, he sat gently next to the dragon princess, leaned over to look at her, she slept soundly, her long fluffy hair spread on the slender cloud carpet, as always, the contours of her full and charming cheeks, which had made her extremely worried about becoming ugly after giving birth to a child, did not seem to have happened, but because of the change in her physique when she was pregnant with Yin Huan, she became very afraid of heat, and she had to stay in the purple mansion in the summer.

A few unknown wildflower petals fell on her clear jade porcelain forehead, Fu Cang blew softly, the clear wind blew them away, he put his two sons on the Xianyunhua carpet, and made a silent gesture: "Don't wake up Mother." ”

Yin Huan, who has the steady and elegant demeanor of the Hua Xu family, hugged his younger brother and rolled to the other end of the Xianyun carpet, with his father there, he was not cold. He thoughtfully put his brother's favorite snacks in front of him, while picking up the book next to him, on which were written the words "Night Rain and Autumn Lantern Record", and the good news was that he knew them all.

"The wind comes and the dew is cool, the clouds return to the moon, the Milky Way breaks the autumn light, and the falling stars pass over the wall. Yin Huan began to read to his younger brother.

Ziqiu rolled to his side, stepped forward and spat on his sleeve, and began to ask vaguely, "What is Feixing?"

“...... The stars that will fly in the heavenly river. Yin Huan felt that he couldn't show his cowardice in front of his younger brother.

Ke Ziqiu asked surprisingly many questions: "What is Qiuguang?"

Fu Cang on the side lay on the blanket, took them into his arms, took the night rain and autumn lantern record in his hand and flipped through it, which were all stories written by mortals such as foxes, ghosts, gods and fairies, karma and retribution, and the dragon princess's interest in reading books was very strange.

He turned to the page that Yin Huan had just recited, but saw that there was her ink on the mortal poem, because he had nothing to do to teach her to write over the years, and the words were already very neat and beautiful. He read the aftertaste, and for a moment he was a little distracted.

The soft and cold little hand gently touched his face, and Ziqiu, who liked his father very much, hugged his head and salivated on his nose. Yin Huan thoughtfully wiped him clean with his sleeve, and he couldn't help but hug his head without wiping it for a while.

Fu Cang picked up another book to teach literacy, it seems that the dragon princess still has the heart to teach her son to read, but unfortunately she fell asleep while teaching herself. He began to teach Ziqiu to read and write, and Yin Huan on the side pinched the branch and taught "tree", so he pointed to the emperor mulberry behind him. When he taught "birds", he drew a crooked bird on the ground, which was really busy with him.

Suddenly, he threw away the branch again, and happily threw himself behind him, and threw himself into a lilac-colored embrace—Hua Xu's little god monarch preferred his mother.

"Forgot about you. Xuanyi touched his little head, and said without guilt the words that made her son embarrassed, and when she saw his round face pouting, she laughed twice, and poked her fingers on it, "It's still my brother who is pleasing." ”

Ziqiu began to twist his head arrogantly again, and hugged Fu Cang like a revenge, probably this is the most effective way for him to be angry with her at the moment, and sure enough, the lilac-colored figure rolled over with Yin Huan in his arms, and blew into Ziqiu's face: "Little ghost, go to the side." ”

Ziqiu learned from her to blow, and as a result, a string of saliva bubbles were blown, Xuanyi grabbed Fucang's sleeve and caught it, and he knocked his head lightly and heavily.

She ignored him, and saw Yin Huan drawing birds and cows on the ground, so she felt out a ball of white snow and pinched a lively white cow, Yin Huan was most fascinated by her craft, and she admired it to the extreme, nestled in her arms and whispered: "Mother, can you pinch a little Jiu? The same one as the one on its neck." ”

This kid especially likes that stupid lion, and it is estimated that Fucang was the same back then.

Xuanyi said slowly: "Where is Bai Xue Xiaojiu really Xiaojiu fun, do you want to ride it again?"

Yin Huan's eyes were glowing: "Can I ride for a while?"

Xuanyi smiled slightly: "When you know how to transform the sword into a dragon, I will give you a ride." ”

...... How long will it take for the sword to turn into a dragon? Yin Huan was tortured by his beloved mother to tears. Fucang knocked her again, it was really unusual.

As a result, Xiao Jiu was still brought to the Purple Mansion, Yin Huan immediately burst into tears and laughed, and threw himself into its soft and smooth fur, extremely intoxicated. Now this nine-headed lion has the style of a grandmaster's mount, and it is no longer as tearful as before, it looks at Yin Huan and Ziqiu rolling on its back affectionately, and its eyes do not blink.

Xuanyi Zhiyi half-lay on the thin cloud carpet, lazily listening to the sound of his sons laughing, the breath of the clear wind approached, a pair of hands wrapped around her, gently supported, she leaned into Fucang's arms, he lowered his head and leaned on her hair: "Continue to sleep, I will call you when it is time to go to Wangshu Palace." ”

She touched his face with her backhand: "What about you?"

Because he never found a new Feilian Shenjun for Wenhua Palace, Taiyao simply let it go for the sake of the same door, and he accompanied Wangshu Shennu to drive to catch the moon every night.

Fu Cang held her hand: "Just sleep." ”

"When I have done it for 200,000 years, I can find other goddesses to do it. Xuanyi turned his head and looked at him with round eyes, "Senior Brother Fucang, do we want to go out to play together then?"

Fu Cang chuckled: "What about Yin Huan and Ziqiu?"

"Leave it to the gentleman. "She has all the dragon scales ready, two pieces, I don't believe that Emperor Bai Ze will not accept them.

She's really prepared. Fu Cang kissed her on the face: "Where do you want to go?"

Her answer was expected: "Anywhere." ”

Yes, as long as we are together, we can go anywhere.

Fu Cang hugged her tightly, and listened to the crisp laughter of Yin Huan and Ziqiu with her, and for a while, for a while, between the leaves of the goddess mulberry that was swirled by the wind, they gradually drifted away.

(Zilang Literature)