In the Jiutian Palace, Qiye was looking at Zhezi under the light. He looked up and saw Qian Shang crawling on the dragon bed and teasing the little prince. The little prince was already seven months old and could make vague sounds when he opened his mouth. He was sitting on the big dragon bed.
Go up, climb left and right
The little prince made a lot of noises and pointed at a moth flying in the air.
Qian Shang smiled, with a clear smile in her eyes. Her eyes were slightly dazed, and she asked softly: "Prince, do you want to catch this moth?"
The little prince still made vague sounds.
Then, Qian Shang stood up gently, walked to the side, picked up a lamp, and stood in front of the dragon couch
Watching the wicks in the lamps intertwined together, they made clusters of sounds under the flames, making them hoarse.
"What do you want to do?" Qiye suddenly spoke, looking at Qian Shang standing in front of the dragon bed in a daze.
Qian Shang calmed down, and her expression showed that faint smile again, and she said with a smile: "It's nothing, the little prince doesn't like this moth, I just want to get rid of this moth."
However, as soon as he finished speaking, the moth suddenly flew towards the wick of the lamp in Qian Shang's hand, then made a slight sound, and the moth burned out and died.
Qiye was stunned for a moment, then looked in a trance.
This scene is very familiar
Once upon a time, he seemed...
By the way, Qian Shang was still very young at that time and was afraid of moths in the dark, so I told her this.
Moreover, he also said something to her: "It is the nature of a moth to fly into a flame."
As soon as Qiye finished speaking, Qian Chang spoke at the same time: "Your Majesty, a moth flying into a flame has the same nature."