"30,000 years have passed in a flash, and it is only a flick of a finger. ”

Changyu looked at the flowers on the trees around him, and said as he walked: "Fortunately, the Demon Monarch is benevolent, the past 30,000 years have been peaceful, and the descendants who were born during this period are even more ignorant of fighting and ignorance of beacon fire. And I was fortunate enough to have the leisure to enjoy the beautiful scenery of late spring and early summer. ”

As he gazed at the lush flowers, the early summer sun was in full bloom, shining through the branches and falling on the petals. The wind blows the flowers, swaying back and forth under those dappled lights and shadows.

Seeing it a little intoxicated, the person next to him smiled slightly: "It's not relying on the benevolence of the Heavenly Monarch." ”

"Hey, don't make fun of me. Changyu waved his sleeves: "The weight of the word benevolence is too heavy, but it makes me, a peaceful son who is lazy in government affairs, ashamed." ”

"Being diligent in government affairs is not necessarily a good thing, and when you look at the feats of great achievements in the world, they are all accompanied by mistakes that are difficult to comment. It's better to think about the common people and be an idle king. Who knows if inaction is a great benevolence. ”

Changyu smiled when she heard this, and no longer denied it. In fact, there is no need to deny that throughout the past 30,000 years, the merits and demerits are at ease in the hearts of the people, and there is no need to say it explicitly.

Walking to Lechuan, Changyu looked at the vast river, suddenly thought of something, and couldn't help but say: "Speaking of which, I still can't figure out that a person like Jianwei will finally jump off Lechuan with a child in his arms." ”

"There's something I don't understand. The person next to him said lightly: "Isn't it a hunt warrant from your Heavenly Clan?"

"I gave them a hunt warrant, but I didn't think about killing them. Changyu shook his head.

After the war between gods and demons, the queen of heaven was overwhelmed with grief and guarded Jianwei day and night, and almost all her thoughts were poured into the child in Jianwei's womb.

But who knows, the son who sees what he keeps saying has become a daughter. It's nothing, but the girl has suffered a serious backlash and is a cripple all her life.

The emotions of the queen of heaven can be imagined, and the successive heavy blows made her almost collapse, and this unexpected granddaughter became the last straw that crushed her.

In order to protect the face of the Tian clan, the Queen of Heaven announced to the public that the Tiansun died in the womb of Jianwei, and then pounced on it behind closed doors to strangle the crippled child. However, Jianwei desperately resisted and finally failed to succeed.

In a fit of anger, the queen of heaven immediately ordered the mother and daughter to be sent into the extremely cold place, and ordered them to never come out.

Who knows, this saw that the micromedicine poisoned the escorted heavenly soldiers, and jumped off the Nine Heavens with the child in his arms. When the Demon Realm discovered the abnormality and notified the Celestial Clan, Jianwei had been burned by Lethe River and had his soul and original spirit, and only one corpse was found. And the child she was holding in her hand was so small that there were not even bones left in the burned.

"It's hard to say whether it's fortunate or unfortunate, if my nephew hadn't died, I'm afraid he would also be in the Extreme Cold Palace, suffering in vain more painful than death. Changyu let out a long sigh.

The Lethe River was blown by the breeze and slowly rippled to the shore, flashing with dots of light. Such a peaceful river has swallowed up countless obsessions and pains, and it still flows peacefully.

The two of them seemed to be shaken, and looked at the river quietly for a long time before making some sounds.

"Lan Lu is alright?"

"Lan Lu ......" Changyu's eyes darkened, and he shook his head with a wry smile: "Since she returned to the mountains and forests, I haven't heard from her for more than 10,000 years. ”

"I went to the mortal world last month and saw her open a raccoon clothing bureau at the foot of Kunwu Mountain, living the same life as a mortal. It's free and natural, and it's enviable. Is Tianjun really not going to take a look?"

Hearing the Huanyi Bureau, Changyu was silent for a while, his eyes lowered, and he smiled lowly for a while: "Don't look at it." ”

Don't look at it, the person next to him froze slightly.

"Last year, there was an immortal envoy in your Heavenly Clan, looking at the people of the Xianghuo Lin Palace, I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and a booklet fell here for me, which happened to be the life of your calamity. ”

"There is such a sloppy thing. Changyu turned around: "Let the Demon Lord smile." ”

"It's better to solve the misunderstanding, so as not to get the head and leave regrets in vain. ”

"Excuse me. Changyu said: "There is no misunderstanding between us, but I lost her in the end." ”

Looking up at Lechuan Water again, Changyu arched his hand and said to the person in front of him, "The Demon Lord will send it here." ”

Staying by the river, quietly looking at the shining waves in front of him, until Changyu's figure completely disappeared into the clouds, he still stood there, and did not leave for a long time.

The flowers on the other side of the bank of the Lethe River are in full bloom, and the fingertips gently brush over those fiery red flowers, but they still don't have the courage to transform any of them. Among them, there is a flower on the other side, half of which is soaked in the river water, and it seems that it has shown the color of the end of its life, and after looking at it for a long time, he pursed the corners of his lips, and still put down the spiritual power in his hand.

Heavenly destiny has its own reincarnation. Don't act unhappily because of temporary intolerance.

Walking back to the main hall, he was about to step on the white jade stairs, when he suddenly changed his direction and turned around and walked towards the Fengyang Palace.

Long roads, high palace walls. There was no sound except for the faint sound of birds. His feet stepped on the bluestone slab without making a sound. Even the breathing was slow and silent.

It turns out that there are some habits that, once formed, are difficult to break.

Stepping into the Fengyang Palace, it is still the scene of 30,000 years ago, the corridor, the swing, the pavilion, and those palace people. The flower branches in the corners are luxuriant and unchanged. Become...... It seems that there is only time.

"Mother, mother, mother, you are back!"

Qingyue's children's voice came out of the room, breaking the emotion born because of Changyu's arrival. Turning around, a floppy little guy hugged his thigh.

It was a very beautiful girl, and the branches of flowers sifted through the rays of sunlight, slightly enveloping her face, and flowing. In those faint lights, her fair face and clear eyes were surprisingly bright and moving. Even the large peony lost some color in front of her.

But if you look closely, you will find that those beautiful eyes will not close slightly because of the dazzling sunlight, nor will they look for the eyes of the people around them and look at them.

It's a pair of eyes that can only see the darkness.

If you go to check her pulse again, you will find that this is a girl who is seriously deficient in congenital conditions, has neither fairy energy, nor a little half-star demonic energy.

"How many times have you said it before you remember that I am not your mother. Feng Ling said softly.

"Why are you confused again, you are Nianmei's mother. The little girl giggled, pestering Feng Ling and reluctant to let go: "My mother said that I was going to have lunch with Nianmei today, why did I come back now?"

Feng Ling couldn't resist her, so she had to let her call her mother, saying, "Some things have been delayed." ”

The little girl smiled, raised her head and blinked her beautiful eyes that had no focus, and looked like a little ghost: "I was delayed by Uncle Tianjun." ”

"You should be called Uncle Heavenly Monarch. Feng Ling supported her forehead.

"Mother, you are wrong, it is Uncle Tianjun. Nian Mei corrected her seriously.

Feng Ling held her forehead again: "The book I asked you to memorize, how did you memorize." ”

"It's all silent. Nian Mei happily ran into the house, holding a large stack of papers and running out again: "Mother, look, the fairy family techniques that my mother asked Nian Mei to read are too simple, Nian Mei doesn't like it, but Nian Mei still memorizes it." Moreover, Nian Mei also found the ancient books of our Feng family in her mother's room, and learned a lot of good things from our Feng family. ”

Feng Ling was amused by her, poked her collar and asked, "You are a good little white dragon, how did you become our Feng family?"

"Mother still has dragon wings, isn't it also a phoenix?" Nian Mei asked angrily.

"Okay, I can't talk about you. Feng Ling smiled and shook her head, taking the thick stack of papers in her hand and looking at it.

It was extremely strong handwriting, and there was a chilling charm between the lines. I don't know.,You'll probably think it's written by a young man full of vigor and vitality.。 Who would have thought that this good hand of words would come from the hand of a girl who was born blind.

Not only that, but no one read these things that Nian Mei memorized to her. Each word needs to be shaped by herself with her fingers, one by one. The hard work that went into it is very understandable.

"Nianmei doesn't just know how to memorize. The two small soft hands flipped over, and there was a blue splash on one side and a red spark on the other. Lifting up, the two flowers intertwined, bursting into brilliant fireworks in the air.

Feng Ling looked up at those streamers, and only sighed in her heart, the Celestial Clan probably didn't think about it, in fact, innate deficiencies could not be a reason to deny a life at all.

They probably don't know that the hard work of the day after tomorrow can be brilliant.

"That's right. Nianmei suddenly remembered something, put away the spiritual power in her hand, and ran over to hug Feng Ling: "Nianmei seems to be in trouble." ”

"Will you also cause trouble?" Feng Ling pinched her face: "Tell me what the trouble is?"

"The mother promised Nianmei first, and she was not allowed to be angry with Nianmei. ”

"Okay, don't be angry. ”

After confirming again and again, Nian Mei embarrassedly took out a hair ornament from her arms.

Feng Ling immediately froze in place.

Is that...... When she and Xuanzhi went to the mortal world, they bought chicken hair accessories together. She almost forgot that there was such a thing.

It seems that at that time, when it fell into the mortal world, I never took it again, and I thought that it had long since decayed and disappeared in the long river of time. Unexpectedly, it was collected by Xuanzhi and saved by spells.

This was found by Nianmei in her father's study, Nianmei just wanted to touch it, but when she went out, she tripped over the threshold, and Nianmei fell to the ground, failing to protect the chick and letting it crack in the middle. ”

Nianmei held the chick hair ornament, and as she spoke, she was so sad that she almost cried: "I'm sorry, this is Daddy's very precious thing, it's all Nianmei's fault, if Nianmei could be a little more careful, it wouldn't be like this." Mother...... Will my mother hate Nian Mei......"

Feng Ling sighed, and then understood why the little guy's bun was put down today, and she pulled the hair from the corner of the little guy's forehead, and there was indeed a wound hidden there, which was caused by falling on the steps when she fell.

If it weren't for the chick breaking, she wouldn't have said it until the wound healed.

This little thing, the healthy body has not inherited much, and the awkward nature of the heavenly family has made her inherit ten out of ten.

Holding her in her arms, Feng Ling said softly, "Do you still want to call me mother?"

Nianmei buried her face in her arms, nodded heavily, and said angrily: "You are my mother, of course you have to call it, you have to call it for a lifetime." ”

"After that, when it hurts, tell my mother, don't bear it yourself. Feng Ling said.

Holding Nianmei and sitting under the locust tree, Feng Ling took the chick hair ornament in her hand and looked at it.

Nian Mei cautiously asked beside her, "Can it still be repaired?"

Feng Ling comforted her: "Silly girl, it's okay if you can't fix it." ”

However, after studying for a while, I was surprised to find that the wooden chick on the hair ornament was actually hollow, and it should have been cracked a long time ago, and it was re-stained, so it was extremely unstable, so it was cracked again after Nianmei fell.

Through the gap, I can vaguely see something inside.

Feng Ling followed the traces of the crack and slowly opened. Inside turned out to be a folded paper ball. It's already yellow, and I think I've been in it for a long, long time.

If it weren't for Xuanzhi's preservation with spiritual power, I'm afraid this paper ball would have decayed and turned to ashes long ago.

When you open it, you can see the familiar upright handwriting.

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