"I saw them at Qinglian Terrace. Prince Ji is the Immortal Qing Emperor..." She was like a clown, showing her ugliest side in front of so many people.
Now think about it, how could Prince Ji like her when she was ugly?
Thousands of years ago, she was on the line between life and death, and it was King Ji who saved her.
Now, it was Prince Ji who killed her heart.
On the Qinglian stage, Prince Ji's eyes were like two sharp swords, piercing through her body and shattering her heart.
Bing Lingtian stood by the river, stumbling and smiling exaggeratedly.
The laughter spread along the wind along the river and out into the deserted land. It sounded sharp and creepy, and even a little sad.
The Evergreen Emperor.
Xunwu Lei was sitting in a wheelchair, his face as pale as paper.
How could this happen...
The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and this desolate land cannot even be forgiven for its soul.
Bing Lingtian knelt down by the river, tears pouring down her eyes, and her eyes were frighteningly red.
She would rather not have been saved back then, rather she would have died in that old time of despair like an abyss, never wanting redemption.
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In the distant Shenyue City, Qingge took her two brothers to Chiyan Mansion.
A good dish is a feast for both Manchu and Han Dynasties. The elves are particularly particular about their dishes.
The little bun sat next to Yan Bingtong. Yan Bingtong was very happy and drank from the cup. However, before he could pick up the cup, the little bun snatched it away.
Yan Bingtong looked at the little bun in astonishment, a little surprised: "Ye'er? What's wrong?"
"Grandma is not allowed to drink. The medical book says that girls are born princesses and should drink less." Little Baozi said seriously.
Hearing this, Yan Bingtong only dared to be warm and happy.
I haven't been so happy for a long time.
In the past time, she even forgot how to laugh.
In that closed secret room, she was afraid of forgetting her original intention and her name, so she often talked to herself.
She even felt that she had become a madman...
Now, Yan Bingtong breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she was still a normal person.
The innocence of a child is like the warmest gust of wind in spring, dispelling the hopeless chill.
"Grandma," the little bun said in a milky voice.
"Grandma doesn't drink anymore." Yan Bingtong said.
The little bun hugged Yan Bingtong and kissed Yan Bingtong on the cheek: "Grandma is so kind."
With that said, the little bun picked up the wine glass and started to drink. Yan Bingtong frowned: "Ye'er, you are a child, you can't drink."
The little bun blinked and said with a smile: "Grandma, Ye'er is a man and the backbone of the family. This glass of wine was drunk by Ye'er for grandma." The little bun finished the drink in one gulp, his cheeks were flushed and he couldn't stand on his little feet.
He fell to the ground with a plop and fell asleep in an instant.
Everyone at the table was shocked, and at the same time they were also amused by the little bun.
The goddess looked at the cute appearance of the little bun and really wanted to have a child. She looked at the aventurine cod next to her and gave up the idea.
Yan Bingtong helped Little Baozi up distressedly. Little Baozi said in a daze and with full force: "Help me up, I can still drink."
Singing while drinking: "..."
Aventurine put a piece of green vegetables on the plate for Qingge: "Eat something light to relieve the tiredness."
"Grandma, I want to get a wife." Little Baozi suddenly hugged Yan Bingtong's neck and muttered.
Yan Bingtong smiled: "Okay, okay, grandma will find the most beautiful girl for Ye'er."
"I want to marry Aunt Lan." Little Baozi put his hands on his hips and his face turned red.
The goddess looked at the little bun in surprise and raised her eyebrows: "Ye'er, why?"
The little bun snorted softly and said: "Aunt Lan is so beautiful, although she is a little worse than my mother."
Qingge: "..."
This kid, at such a young age, already knows how to win a girl's heart?
The goddess didn't even know whether to laugh or cry, and looked at the little bun with fondness: "Ye'er, Aunt Lan is old, but you are still young."
"How about Aunt Lan, wait until Ye'er grows up?" Little Baozi shook the sleeves of the goddess.
"Okay." The goddess rubbed the little bun's head.
The little bun was so excited that he drank another drink, then his eyes darkened and he fell down.
But this time, I never got up and fell asleep until the next day.
Seeing his son drunkenly unconscious, sighing softly, it is obvious that the little bun has the same drinking capacity as his father.
If he were like her, he would be someone who could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk, and could drink to a whole country.
That night, Little Baozi slept with Yan Bingtong. In the middle of the night, Little Baozi woke up slightly, huddled in Yan Bingtong's arms, and rubbed his little head against Yan Bingtong: "Ye'er really likes grandma, grandma must do it.
May you live a long life.”
After the little bun turned over and fell asleep, Yan Bingtong slowly opened her eyes, tears fell down, and the pillow towel was wet.
There was a time when life was worse than death, but it was a pity that I didn’t dare to die.
Now I suddenly discovered that living is such a beautiful thing.
A pair of children, a distant husband and relatives, and a well-behaved and sensible grandson in front of me.
The pursuit of life is nothing more than this, and the simplest thing is nothing more than the four words of happiness and warmth.
Yan Bingtong twisted the quilt for Little Baozi, patted the brocade quilt, sang ancient children's songs, and coaxed Little Baozi to sleep.
Late at night, the goddess sleeps with the gentle song.
"Sing softly." The goddess opened her eyes and looked at the ceiling, her red lips trembling slightly, and said softly.
"Um?"
"Thank you."
"..."
Qing Ge turned to look at the goddess, and found that the goddess had closed her eyes slightly and was breathing steadily, as if she had fallen asleep for a second.
Qingge smiled and showed her teeth, "Since I want to thank you, you have to be a little sincere, for example, to pledge yourself to me?"
The goddess could no longer act, so she opened her eyes and her cheeks were slightly red.
"Goddess, I'm very happy to meet you, and I'm also happy that we didn't stay away from each other because of this incident. I don't want to lose you as a friend." After Qingge said this, he turned around and went to sleep.
After all, she is not a hypocritical person. She always feels a little awkward and embarrassed when she says these hypocritical words.
A faint smile appeared on the goddess's face.
What a wonderful evening.
Aventurine was sleeping lightly next door, when suddenly there was lightning and thunder, dark clouds came over, and heavy rain poured down.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and Aventurine opened his eyes, the cold light was like killing!
"King Qinglian, I am Dongfang Po, your good brother."
Aventurine was wondering when he had a good brother, but when he heard Dongfang Po's voice, he seemed to be trembling with fear, he waved his hand lightly, and the door opened automatically.
Dongfang Po came in quickly like a ray of light and quickly closed the door. When Dongfang Po was about to fly into Aventurine's brocade quilt, he was kicked away mercilessly by Aventurine.
"Oriental physician?" Aventurine's face turned darker and darker.
Dongfang Po shivered and his eyes filled with tears: "I'm scared, there's thunder outside."
Aventurine: "..."
"King Qinglian, I will stay with you for one night, just one night." Dongfang Po was extremely pitiful.
Aventurine looked at the corner and closed his eyes.
Dongfang Po was so excited that he rolled up his quilt and walked to the corner: "I will definitely not disturb King Qinglian."
Aventurine rubbed his brows and closed his eyes to sleep lightly. Later in the night, a scream woke him up.
Then he saw Dongfang Po running towards him and wanted to hug the aventurine.
There was thunder outside and lightning flickered, occasionally illuminating Dongfang Po's pale and pale face.
Just as Dongfang Po was rushing toward him like an octopus, Aventurine flashed out with a powerful force and kicked Dongfang Po away.
"Oriental physician!" Aventurine lowered his voice, seeming displeased.
Dongfang Podan laughed a few times: "King Qinglian, I'm afraid..."
The fear in Dongfang Po's eyes was not fake, he was trembling, so scared.
Some broken pictures emerged in my mind.
That year, when I was young, it was also a night of thunder and lightning.
He hid under the bed, his eyes full of fear, reflecting the bloody scene, and watched with his own eyes the butcher wielding a machete and killing his parents.
"Ah Po, you must not come out. No matter what you see, you must not come out."
My mother's last words.
He didn't dare to come out. He covered his mouth and nose for fear of being discovered by the butcher.
Even when the butcher knife fell, some blood splashed under the bed and fell on him.
With the light of lightning and the loud sound of thunder, the butcher knife will cut down fiercely.
It rained for three days.
There was lightning and thunder for three whole days.
He was numb under the bed, and it was Master Yao Wang who took him out.
Master asked: "What is your name?"
"Apo." His mother always called him that.
Master looked at the rising sun in the east and said with a smile: "Okay, from now on you will be called Dongfang Po." I hope you will be like the rising sun in the east and never see the darkness.
Inside the house, someone sighed.
Immediately, Aventurine walked up to Dongfang Po and talked with Dongfang Po.
The two of them talked slowly, and their fear faded a lot.
This night was more warm.
The next day, Yan Bingtong went to find the King of the Five Palaces early in the morning, and found the King of the Thunder Palace to use the power of thunder and lightning to temper Qingge's body.