Bancheng Fengyue

It is a cool summer day, it is rare that there is no rain in the Qingdi Palace today, and the leisurely breeze in the afternoon blows slowly from the Chengjiang Lake. Fu Cang, who has been dealing with letters and official documents all morning, has just come down the huge steps when he sees his eldest son, Yin Huan, alone Squatting on the steps and drawing something with a branch, he leaned over to look at it for a while, and said softly, "This is Xiaojiu."

Yin Huan was very calm, he dropped the branch first, then stood up and saluted gracefully: "I have seen my father... s..."

Fu Cang couldn't help laughing, he raised his hand and hugged this small body in his arms: "Where are your mother and Ziqiu?"

A grievance finally flashed across Yin Huan's jade-like face, and his mouth pouted: "Mother and younger brother are hiding in the purple mansion to cool off."

The Hua Xu family is not afraid of the severe cold, but Yin Huan is only more than two thousand years old after all, and he will panic from the cold after staying in the cold candle shade in the purple mansion for a long time, so he gave birth to his mother who has no motherly heart. In summer, he likes to stay inside. Ziqiu belongs to the Zhuyin clan, so he envies that he can stay with his mother all day long.

Fu Cang smiled slightly: "Then let's go find them."

With his father as his backing, a smile appeared on Yin Huan's pink face. The Qing Emperor of the previous generation liked this child very much. It is said that he has the demeanor of an old man, not like Fu Cang's natural aloofness and intimacy when he was a child.

However, Xuan Yi suffered a lot in order to give birth to Yin Huan, Fu Cang was determined not to let her be born again, but when Yin Huan was less than three hundred years old, Lingmeng came again, this time it was the princess Reimu. She seemed to have completely forgotten the troubles of giving birth to Yin Huan, and stuck to him in various ways, but finally she succeeded.

The thousand years of carrying Ziqiu was probably the hardest and sweetest period in Fu Cang's life. He had to teach and take care of Yin Huan, and he had to fight Xuan Yi's self-willedness with all his strength, probably because he was pregnant with candles. Mrs. Yin, she is not uncomfortable at all, it can be said that she is full of energy and jumps up and down, and she is a hundred times more difficult than before.

When Ziqiu was not born, she always thought it was a daughter, but she was born a son, until he was four hundred years old and gave birth to a human body in Zhongshan Yanglongchi, she still couldn't believe it.

Qingyan likes Ziqiu very much. After all, he has the blood of the Zhuyin family. Since then, the whole face of this Emperor Zhongshan has been in high spirits, as if he has relieved some burden. This situation made the previous generation who had been looking forward to his son's marriage Emperor Zhongshan was very helpless, but he had nothing to say.

Fu Cang broke through another cloud environment in his courtyard, and immediately saw a spacious carpet of fine clouds spread under a sycamore, a slender and graceful lilac-colored figure lay across it, and another small white figure On the other side, snacks and books are spread in a mess in the middle.

Ziqiu didn't seem to be asleep, as soon as he looked up and saw his father coming, he rolled up and staggered towards him.

Fu Cang held one in each hand, hugged the two sons in his arms, and walked towards the sleeping lilac-colored figure with light steps. Yin Huan in his arms looked at his younger brother's naturally pale face with envy, and whispered, "Did mother tell you a funny story about what you did this morning?"

Ziqiu has Zhuyin's demeanor, he turned his head arrogantly, and spit out a bubble of saliva in a still somewhat vague voice: "Scramble for food with me."

The conversation between the sons made Fu Cang laugh. He sat lightly beside the Dragon Princess and leaned over to look at her. She was sleeping soundly, her long fluffy hair was spread on the slender cloud blanket, and her cheeks were as plump and charming as ever. The thing that made her worry so much about becoming ugly after giving birth didn't seem to have happened, but because of her physical changes when she was pregnant with Yinhuan, she became very afraid of heat, and had to stay in the Zifu in summer.

A few petals of unknown wildflowers fell on her jade-like forehead. Fu Cang blew gently, and the clear wind blew them away. A silent gesture: "Don't wake mother up."

Yin Huan, who has Hua Xu's steady and elegant demeanor, hugged his younger brother and rolled to the other side of the Xianyunhua blanket. With his father around, he would not be cold. He thoughtfully put his younger brother's favorite snacks in front of him, and picked up the book next to him, which had the words "Ye Yu Qiu Deng Lu" written on it. Fortunately, he knew them all.

"The wind comes to dew the coolness, the clouds return to the moon, the Milky Way breaks the autumn light, and the flying stars fall over the wall." Yin Huan began to read to his younger brother.

Ziqiu rolled to his side, leaned forward and spit bubbles on his sleeve, then began to ask vaguely, "What is a flying star?"

"It's the stars that can fly in the Milky Way." Yin Huan felt that he couldn't show his timidity in front of his younger brother.

Ke Ziqiu asked a lot of questions: "What is Qiuguang?"

Fu Cang at the side lay on his side on the blanket, took them into his arms, and flipped through the Night Rain and Autumn Lantern Record in his hand. It contained stories about foxes, ghosts, gods, karmic retribution, etc. written by mortals. , Princess Dragon's interest in reading is very strange.

He turned to the page that Yin Huan had read just now, and saw her ink dripping on the mortal poem, because all these years he had nothing to do to teach her to write, the handwriting was very neat and beautiful, corresponding to the poem At the back of the words, the words "Long Love and Dream Long" are written. He read the aftertaste of it, and was a little lost in thought for a while.

Soft and cold little hands gently touched his face, and Ziqiu, who liked his father very much, hugged his head, saliva on his nose. Yin Huan thoughtfully wiped him clean with his sleeve, after a while, he couldn't help but hug his head.

Fu Cang picked up another book that teaches literacy. It seems that Princess Long still intends to teach her son literacy, but it is a pity that she fell asleep while teaching. He began to teach Ziqiu how to read, while Yin Huan beside him pinched a tree branch, and when he came to the word "tree", he pointed to Emperor Sang behind him. When he taught "bird", he drew a crooked bird on the ground, which was really too busy for him.

Suddenly he threw away the branch again, and jumped back happily, throwing himself into a lilac-colored embrace.

"Forgot about you." Xuan Yi patted his little head, and said without guilt what made her son feel embarrassed. Seeing his round face pouted, she laughed twice and poked her finger on it, "Or Brother pleases."

Ziqiu began to turn his head arrogantly again, hugging Fu Cang tightly like revenge, probably this is the most effective way for him to anger her at present, and sure enough the next moment the lilac-colored figure embraced Yin Huangun Coming over, Yigulu slipped into her husband's arms, and blew on Ziqiu's face: "Little devil, go to the side."

Ziqiu imitated her by blowing air, and ended up blowing out a string of saliva bubbles. Xuan Yi grabbed Fu Cang's sleeve to catch it, and he hit him on the head not lightly but hard.

She ignored him, and when she saw Yin Huan drawing birds and cows on the ground, she took out a ball of white snow and pinched a living white cow. What Yin Huan was most fascinated by was her craft, and she worshiped it extremely. She whispered in her arms: "Mother, can I pinch a Xiaojiu that is the same as the one on its neck?"

This kid especially likes that stupid lion, and Fu Cang probably did the same back then.

Xuan Yi said slowly: "Bai Xue Xiaojiu is not as fun as the real Xiaojiu, you want to ride it again."

Yin Huan's eyes were shining: "Can I ride for a while?"

Xuan Yi smiled slightly: "I'll ride it for you when you know how to transform into a dragon with sword energy."

Sword Qi Transforming into Dragon, Yin Huan was tortured by his beloved mother until he was tearful. Fu Cang knocked her again, it was really bad.

As a result, Xiao Jiu was still brought to the Purple Mansion, and Yin Huan immediately burst into tears, and threw himself into its soft and smooth fur, extremely intoxicated. Now the nine-headed lion has the demeanor of a master's mount, and it is no longer tearful like before. It looks affectionately at Yin Huan and Ziqiu rolling on its back, without blinking its eyes.

Xuanyi Zhiyi half-lyed on the slender cloud blanket, lazily listening to the sound of his sons laughing, the clear breath of the wind approached, he wrapped his arms around her, and with a light push, she leaned into Fu Cang's arms In the middle, he lowered his head and leaned against her hair: "Go on to sleep, I will call you when it's time to visit Shu Palace."

She touched his face with her backhand: "What about you?"

Because he never found a new Feilian God for the Wenhua Palace, Tai Yao simply let it go and let him drive to the moon every night with Goddess Wangshu. Dijun, Fei Lian works part-time at night, and he is quite busy~www.readwn.com~ Fu Cang held her hand: "Just sleep."

"When I have been Man Wangshu for 200,000 years, I can find other goddesses to do it." Xuan Yi turned his head and looked at him with rounded eyes, "Brother Fucang, do we want to hang out together then?"

Fu Cang smiled lowly: "Where are Yin Huan and Ziqiu?"

"Leave it to the master." She has prepared all the dragon scales, two pieces, if you don't believe that Emperor Bai Ze won't accept them.

She was really prepared. Fu Cang kissed her face: "Where do you want to go?"

Her answer was expected: "Anywhere is fine."

Yes, as long as we are together, we can go anywhere.

Fu Cang hugged her tightly, and listened to Yin Huan and Ziqiu's crisp laughter together, wave after wave, being sent by the wind to the leaves of Goddess Sang, gradually drifting away.

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