Chapter 389: Flowers are everywhere and birds are not singing
Qianxun stroked Xiaolong's soft hair, with a smile in his starry eyes, but Xiaolong always felt that Qianxun was not smiling, but rather sarcastic.
"Okay, Xiaolong is waiting for sister here. Sister will come back soon."
Xiaolong nodded his head and said obediently. The fat eight-year-old child smiled like a flower that had just bloomed.
Qianxun stood up and walked towards the palace door.
Flowers bloom everywhere, and birds sing everywhere.[
The bluestone road stretches outwards, and the white mist surrounds it. Everything is as gorgeous as a fairyland.
Weixiandao, this name is really good.
Qianxun was wearing a pink dress. When she came here, she only wore a dress of one color, white deerskin boots, and a golden phoenix hairpin diagonally crossing the green silk in front, half bunched and half loose, and the green silk hanging down was flowing.
Ruoxian.
The girl seemed to be surrounded by a halo of light. As soon as she walked out of the palace, a blue bird flew over. It was not afraid of people, and landed on Qianxun's shoulder and cried happily.
Qianxun didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the past three months, he had never left this palace.
Now that I'm out here, I realize that this place is really a wonderful place.
The flowers and butterflies also came around, flying around Qianxun's clothes, and they were extremely gorgeous.
Outside the hall, an avenue leads to the front.
Others are trails.
Listen to the sound of wind and waves, that is the direction the road leads to.
Qianxun took a step forward and started trotting. The bird stood quietly on Qianxun's shoulder, staring at Qianxun's earrings with its round eyes.
Not long after, the front suddenly became clear.
That is a blue sea.
It was as green as a piece of emerald. Qianxun never imagined that he could see such a gorgeous scenery in this life.
The blue sea and blue sky stretch along the coastline, and there are still bright flowers on the seaside. Countless butterflies are dancing, birds are rising and falling, and fish are jumping up from the sea, popping up in the waves, and swooping into the bottom of the sea.
The sun is shining and the fog is like clouds.
The wind whistled, blowing Qianxun's robe like a big bird spreading its wings.
There is a young man standing on the beach.
Dressed in white like snow, surrounded by white mist, and with fluttering ink hair, he looks like a fairy man.[
Qianxun ran over and looked at the back. How long had it been since he had seen him?