Chapter 54: On the shore of Tianchi that year

Jiuzhong Heaven is already lively and extraordinary, and they have argued that the Qing Emperor even brought back a girl, and when she hugged it, she was drunk and well-guarded, and it was not touched by people.
How do you say that in the world, holding it in your hand is afraid of falling, and holding it in your mouth is afraid of melting.
The spoon still sleeping in the hall didn't know that he had made headlines on the sky, and the hot topic was on the top of the list.
She was drunk at night, but did not make her thirsty at night, but she was not awake, and she fell asleep with a quilt wrapped in silver fleece.
After the Qing emperor put her down, she set out the outer defense. Who knew what the spoon had taken away from the Yuan God, in case the real murderer was not in the human inn, but because of other reasons he didn't know? It's better to be cautious.
When he came back, what was the posture of the spoon before leaving, and now he is still the same, hugged the quilt and slept loudly. He leaned in and looked closer, and pulled the hair from her face, and saw her pouting, still dreaming.
Suddenly the property of sleeping in this sky suddenly envy her. Lie on one side and look at the small peony flower tincture on her hair. Raise your hand and flick. You will notice the movement. If you do n’t respond quickly, you will almost kick the leg.
Spoon grabbed the quilt and suddenly stood up: "Do not touch my little peony!"
The emperor laughed aloud, rubbing her with a sleepy face: "The spoon."
The spoon rubbed his sleeping eyes. When he saw him, he was relieved and lay down again: "I thought there was a flower picker."
"Isn't it bound by spiritual power, it won't fall again, and no one can easily take it away."
When the Confucian was sent away, the Qing emperor erased his memory and took Huayan back. The spoon was recovered, so that the Qing emperor tied it to the bun well, but the wind was still rumbling. The body near the spoon had more serious consequences than the body near the small peony flower calyx.
The spoon was at ease, and rolled around: "This bed is really big."
The scooping around is really ... too sad! The emperor reluctantly said, "Spoon, go over there and roll, don't you push over me?"
Roll around ... Roll around ...
"Resume at your own risk ..."
The spoon stopped rolling, crawling on him, his face crimson: "Stupid student, let's kiss."
The Qing Emperor frowned, and the active spoon had no reason to refuse!
(When the knotless little fresh light is pulled ... (ˉ﹃ˉ) ……)
For spoons, Qingdi had only one idea-like.
Both passive and active spoons are good and irresistible.
The spoon remembered to flip up and down a few times, tossing for a long time, but the light source in the house was still bright. It seemed that she had been on since she entered the place where the jade was piled more than ten feet high.
By the end of the last joy, I was exhausted.
After washing his body, he was carried back to bed by the emperor, and after a long break, Spoon asked, "Isn't it dark here?"
"Well, no, eternal bright."
Spoon dignified: "Isn't that going to sleep well?"
The Qing emperor looked at her meaningfully, spoon, you are totally unconvincing. I thought she was going to sleep like before, and she closed her eyes afterwards, but then her warm hand came back again, pressing gently, rubbing ... He pulled the corner of his mouth: "The spoon Don't mess around, go to sleep. "
"One more time!"
The Qing Emperor stopped her hand, her voice softened, and she was abnormal: "Also drunk?"
Spoon fisting: "In order to have children, the more the better."
"..."
"If the child looks like you, you will be confused, and you won't fly me immediately."
The emperor instantly felt that the spoon was clever and hugged her: "If you are tired, rest, there is still time."
The spoon is silent, there is still time ... There are eighteen days, November 1. Wanting to stop, grabbed another.
The Qing Emperor's face was black. Where did his innocent spoon go?
After all, I couldn't hold it tired, and the rejected spoon fell asleep impatiently.
The Qing Emperor turned the box and found the several Jiuzhong Play Guides from the bottom of the box, pondering to play with a spoon.
Looking at this, it seems that I haven't been to many places myself. I silently thought of looking for my own Dongfang Qisu and spoon to describe that he was lazy and natural ... It seems not unreasonable.
After the spoon woke up, he slowly wore clothes and touched his belly, his eyes lit up: "Stupid student, my belly seems a bit round."
"..." Qingdi covered her with a quilt to prevent her from getting cold, and said with a serious heart, "Although we don't look like mortals, we won't become big after a night."
"Oh ..." Spoon nodded. In the demon world, I was pregnant for a few days, and for a few years, and I was very particular about the year I was born. In summary, I have it today. I accidentally passed it by one or two. A child popped up in the month. Some were born for years or even decades.
Qingdi stroked her head: "I'll have dinner later, let's play."
"Ok!"
When I came out of the hall, no one was outside. After walking a few steps, I didn't know who whispered, "The flower demon of the Qing Emperor's family has come out."
The Qing Emperor raised his eyebrows slightly, which would frighten Spoon and seriously undermine his date with the spoon.
He used to be unable to walk hand in hand at the inn, but now he will be watched here. He is not accompanied!
Want to stop, pulled the spoon and jumped into the head of Qinglong, patted: "Go to Tianchi."
As soon as Qinglong got up, he saw the clouds flooding like a tide of troops, and his head was pumping. People here are really boring, isn't it why Qingdi found a girl?
Spoon narrowed his eyes to the hustle and bustle on the cloud, all of them were golden light and blue light. They could not help but swallow. Forget about these things, just rest assured.
Tianchi is surrounded by fog all the year round. Due to the pureness of the aura, many plants and animals have grown near Barry.
The spoon still in the distance had felt that the aura there was clearer than any Lingquan she had visited, took a deep breath, and moistened her belly.
The Qing emperor saw her like this and asked, "What do you think of?"
"Huh?" Spoon shook his head, remembering for a moment that he had said he had seen himself taking a bath in Tianchi for the first time, and stared at him. "It should be something you remember, I didn't know you were peeping at that time."
Qinglong really wanted to cover her ears, but suddenly found that her claws were too short to be able to construct ... Suddenly desperate, let go of his extremely pure little Qinglong ...
The emperor coughed dryly: "That ... of course not about that, but that you have a spiritual root and shape here."
Spoon shook his head: "I don't remember."
The Qing Emperor sighed. Those who passed through the caves had forgotten their leading edges and destroyed their spiritual strength.
The spoon didn't feel a bit sad, but I couldn't remember it horizontally. I asked with interest: "So I have been here for tens of thousands of years?"
"Nature is not. I have kept you in my backyard for 70,000 years. I do n’t know how long I have been by the side of Tianchi, but since it has taken shape, I can't be lower."
The spoon covered the little heart, and even the scholar said that it was not low ... She wanted to ask, but did not dare to ask, and finally asked weakly, "About Mo ... how many years?"
Qingdi touched her head: "Be good, love life, don't look for stimulation."
Spoon hehe laughed: "I have accepted it for 70,000 years. What else is unacceptable? Come on, I can stand it!"
The Qing Emperor twisted his eyebrows, and it took a long time for him to say, "At that time, when I saw you, there was already a faint light, and it was very difficult for plants and plants to cultivate that kind of light."
"The point is a few years ..."
"fifty……"
The spoon was so pale, he asked, "Fifty?"
The emperor first held her tight to avoid falling: "At least 500,000 years."
"..." A sharp sword poked straight at the heart and made a big hole. Spoon couldn't cry, counted his fingers, from 300 years to 70,000 years to 500,000 years, without such excitement, "Woohoo."
The emperor smiled bitterly and kissed her: "Spoon cheer up."
"Woohoo. There is no way to cure the forehead."
"Then kiss it."
Spoon up, eyes moist, twisted like "OK."
"..."
The spoon is definitely being transferred!
The pure little Qinglong ... has gone, crazy ... then angrily dumped the two of them into Tianchi, resolutely hovering above the beautifully named whistle.
The Qing Emperor took the spoon into the bush of thorns. After passing the place where the vines were entangled, he saw Tianchi, full of blue waves, steaming, the tip of his nose moving slightly, and the scent of green grass surrounding him.
Although the spoon has forgotten its past, it can stop here, but still has an inexplicable intimacy.
Walked to the pool lightly, the fingertips just touched the water, and the sorrow cloud covering my heart suddenly dissipated, and it seemed to be half dirty.
She slowly tilted her head and looked at the scholar in a blue robe: "Stupid student, I want to take a bath."
The Mingming Festival was a very fragrant scene, but the Qing emperor could not breed a little bit of blasphemy, nodded slightly, and smiled: "Go."
The clothes slid down from the white and soft body, and fell to the feet. The toes of the jade-like bamboo shoots point on the water, sinking slowly.
The Qing emperor picked up his clothes, folded them, and watched the spoon swim deep into Tianchi. He remembered the amazing touch of that year and couldn't turn his eyes away. He stood solemnly by the pool and looked at the white powder peony medicine, only to feel the world is beautiful.
Later, she felt a rare creature and was driven by her duties, so she decided to take her back to the backyard to plant.
Whoever wanted to find her and talked about this matter was almost beaten by her. When he heard that he was a Qing emperor, his legs were paralyzed in his arms and begged for mercy. Actually, I like it ... Yomo started from that time.
The spoon is still the same today.
He stood on the shore, looking at the comfortable spoon immersed in the azure water, his face tense as he remembered the past, and gradually smiled indifferently.