"Are you a fairy bird?" Murong Qianqian asked curiously as she plucked out a fiery red feather with her slender green onion fingers.

The big red bird grinned in pain, but still nodded obediently.

Murong Qianqian pinned the feathers on her bun and asked: "What is your name, how is your immortality, can you transform into a human form, do you have a master, how about I be your master in the future?"

There were a lot of crackling questions, and there was no time to breathe. The big red bird's eyes were turning around, and he was stunned for a long time.

Murong Qianqian sighed, "Hey~ why is the fairy bird so slow to react? It's almost the same as my little black one."

Upon hearing this, the big red bird chirped twice in protest, then used its claws to dig open the flowers under its feet, and then quickly pecked at the soil with its beak.

"Rhinoceros Bird"

"Immortal magic is low level"

"Cannot take human form"

"The master is the Peach Blossom Fairy"

"You are my master now"

The hornbill answered the questions one by one, making Murong Qianqian very happy. When she saw the last paragraph, she was not so excited that she was beyond the sky.

"Wow, I can be the master of a fairy bird. That's great, la la, I'm a pineapple, Luo Luo Luo~" Then he remembered something and turned around and said: "Spiritual hornbill, take me to fly in the sky, ah~"

As soon as she finished speaking, the hornbill had already carried her and flew high into the sky. Its vigorous figure crossed the sky, leaving a beautiful arc that shone with colorful light under the refraction of the sun, like a rainbow.

At this time, Murong Qianqian looked down at the world and realized that the place where she lived was only a small corner of Yunyao Mountain, its area was less than one thousandth.

On the top of the mountain surrounded by the sea of ​​clouds, there are many palaces, high and low, large and small. Some are magnificent, some are row upon row, and their magnificence is no worse than that of the Xuanying Palace.

Indistinctly, you can see several figures, as big as ants, walking back and forth between the halls, or rising and falling, probably practicing.

After flying for only a quarter of an hour, Murong Qianqian felt a little uncomfortable. Her head hurt as if it was about to explode. The hornbill seemed to be able to sense her thoughts and immediately returned to the yard and put her down.

After returning to the top of the mountain, Murong Qianqian immediately felt that she could breathe easily and her head ached no longer. She thought that the altitude must be too high and she would have to adapt slowly.

Sitting on the grass, she asked the hornbill many more questions, but maybe because she asked too profound questions, the big bird only shook its head or looked away.

She murmured, does this guy have no other way to express his emotions besides using his head? Just as she was thinking this, the hornbill suddenly flapped its wings twice in a fitting manner, kicking up dust on the ground.

Murong Qianqian coughed twice, raised her fist and wanted to hit the hornbill on the head, but seeing her huge facial features, she immediately gave up the idea angrily.

In the evening, Penglai came to deliver food. The hornbill sensed someone approaching and immediately flapped its wings and flew away.

"Qianqian, what are you looking at?" Penglai came over and looked up at the sky like Murong Qianqian.

Murong Qianqian opened her mouth, but she thought that she should wait a little longer to talk about the hornbill, otherwise what would happen if Penglai disagreed and confiscated her fairy bird.

Then he raised his slender hand, pointed at the sunset on the horizon, and said in surprise: "The sunset, what a big sunset."

Penglai: "..."

After dinner, Penglai took out a letter from his sleeve, handed it over, and said with a smile: "This is from the fifth senior brother, for you~"

Murong Qianqian took the letter and laughed so hard, "Yao Yao sent it here. I guess he still has a conscience and knows how to write a letter to others. Hehe~ I wonder what he will say?"

Just as he was about to open the letter, he saw that Penglai hadn't left yet, so he immediately pursed his lips and said, "Lailai, it's getting late, and it's very dangerous for a beautiful woman to walk at night."

Penglai smiled helplessly, picked up the food box, and said goodbye: "It's windy at night, so remember to close the doors and windows." After that, he turned around and closed the door.

Murong Qianqian sat down and couldn't wait to open the letter. Looking at it under the light of the night pearl, there were only two big words on it: I miss you.

Her eyes widened as she looked at the meaningful handwriting on a piece of white rice paper. She thought there must be something else, so she quickly took out the envelope again, shook it, and turned it over again, but there was nothing there.

"Damn Yaoyao, you are writing a letter anyway, so you can't write a few more words. Has the price of your ink increased recently?" She complained angrily.

Thinking about the ancient people writing letters in the past, they were full of love words. For example, the poet Li Shaoyin from the Tang Dynasty wrote to his wife: You asked me how long it’s been since I came back. It’s raining here. I really want to cut candles and place candles with you.

A halong gate array or something like that.

("Night Rain Sends to the North". Author: Li Shangyin; Original text: When you ask about the return date, the night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. Why should we cut the candles from the west window together, but talk about the night rain in Bashan.)

Another example is the letter Su Shi wrote to his dead wife: Ten years after your death, I still dreamed of you dressing up in the mirror. We looked at each other silently and shed a bunch of tears.

("Jiang Chengzi? A Dream on the Twentieth Day of the First Month of Yi Mao". Author: Su Shi, Dynasty: Song Dynasty; Original text:

Ten years of life and death are boundless. I don’t think about it. I can’t forget it. I am alone in a tomb thousands of miles away, and there is no place to talk about desolation. Even if I meet each other, I would not recognize it, my face is covered with dust, and my temples are like frost.

At night, I suddenly return to my hometown. I am dressing up outside the small Xuan window. I look at each other speechlessly, but there are thousands of tears. It is expected that my heart will be broken every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.)

But on her birthday, she only wrote two words: I miss you.

Sh|it, this is too concise, I'm so sorry for her endless gushing thoughts, like the water of the Yellow River pouring in, huh, pig-headed Yao, horse-faced Yao, perverted Yao.

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Haoxuan Hall.

"Ah qie~", Xuanyuan Yao sneezed loudly.

Li Cai hurriedly stepped forward and said nervously: "Your Majesty, do you want me to send a message to the imperial doctor? It must be because the Emperor often stays up late recently, so the dragon's body is damaged."

Xuanyuan Yao casually rubbed his nose with his hand and waved, "No need."

"But Your Majesty, the dragon body is the most important thing. You have stayed up for several nights recently, and the Queen Mother also..." Li Cai was still on the side and comforted reluctantly.

Xuanyuan Yao's face darkened, and he said in a stern voice: "Li Cai, how many times do I have to say what I have to say, are you my slave or the Queen Mother's dogleg?"

Li Cai knelt down on the ground with a pop, and Li Cai was so frightened that he trembled all over, "Of course Li Cai is the emperor's servant. He is loyal to the death and does not dare to show any slights."

"Then let's go." Xuanyuan Yao waved his hand impatiently.

Li Cai quickly retreated.
Chapter completed!