Fantasy: The Heavenly Dao revolves around me

the next day
Fang Mingjing woke up early in the morning.
The air outside is very good.
The freshness of the autumn morning is filled with a faint spiritual mist, and the orange-red Zhishui Peak in the morning light is a little hazy from the autumn rain. Fang Mingjing, dressed in white, stands quietly in the yard, the bright sunlight falls, and the mottled beams of light fall on him. There was a touch of sanctity on his face.
Gu Shiyun was playing the piano, and the maid Qing He was making tea by her side.
In such a shallow morning scenery that makes people feel comfortable, the melodious sound of the piano seems to spread far away.
“Meow~”
Fang Mingjing grabbed the cat squatting beside him.
After raising it for so long, the smelly pig is no longer a little milk cat. It is not too big or too small to pick up, and the fluffy feel is very good.
Fang Mingjing rubbed its head.
Such rebellious ideas as being a shit-shoveling official cat owner do not exist in Smelly Pig. As a cute and soft kitten, Smelly Pig can’t help purring comfortably because of Fang Mingjing’s rua on the head.
Fang Mingjing ran to Gu Shiyun with it in his arms.
Seeing him coming, the beautiful woman stopped playing the piano.With a smile on her dignified and beautiful face, she immediately brought the child holding the cat into her arms.
“Auntie, it seems you can eat now.”
“Tangerines? They say Jing’er will have to wait a while longer.”
“No, I mean stinky pig, it’s so big.”
“Meow!”
The kitten couldn’t hear those words, so it immediately scratched Fang Mingjing’s hand.
Of course, it doesn’t have bright claws.
The little saint snorted softly, and he deliberately flicked the stinky pig against its fur, causing the stinky pig to quickly jump down and slip away after several minutes of ineffective protest.
Gu Shiyun just smiled and watched this scene the whole time. She seemed to like seeing Fang Mingjing so energetic.
“Is this a letter?”
Fang Mingjing noticed a letter beside the piano.
The beautiful woman held down the hand he was restlessly trying to grab, and after she lowered her head and rubbed his tender face intimately, she took the letter with a smile.
“What is it, let me be healthy.”
“It’s just some trivial matters, you can take a look in the mirror if you want.”
“Gu Yunjing…? This name seems familiar.”
The reason why Little Saint Son wanted to read the letter was mainly because he was worried that there might be someone with no eyesight who was coveting his aunt… Just like he occasionally read his sister’s WeChat, his possessiveness has always been very heavy.
The person who sent the letter was called Gu Yunjing.
This name made Fang Mingjing feel very familiar, but he couldn’t remember it for a while…
Seeing his expression of particular concern, Gu Shiyun couldn’t help but smile softly: “It’s the one who wants to snatch Jing’er’s kitten away.”
“Oh, you’re going to rob the stinky pig.”
After saying that, Fang Mingjing remembered.
The seventh prince of Yun Zeguo, Gu Yunjing, is also a relatively talented person in Yunzeguo’s generation. After he came to the Holy Land as a newly recruited outer disciple of the Chongxiao Holy Land more than half a year ago, he could use Gu Shiyun’s name to directly enter the inner door… but because he pretended to be in front of a certain junior sister. On Fang Mingjing’s head, let alone entering the inner door, he was directly transferred to Spirit Beast Peak to be a shit shoveling officer.
“The seventh prince has indeed calmed down a lot since he was reprimanded by the princess last time, but he seems to have had a conflict with some people in the inner sect during this time, so he had to send a letter again.” Qing He explained.
“Conflict?” Fang Mingjing became interested, “Is there a fight to watch?”
“Jing’er, don’t be naughty…” The beautiful woman patted his little hand lightly, and then she looked at Qing He again and said, “Inner sect… He is an outer sect disciple, how could he provoke people in the inner sect?”
“This matter is unknown for the time being.”
The letter didn’t say it either.
Gu Shiyun thought about it, and when she noticed that Fang Mingjing was staring at her, she couldn’t help but smiled softly: “Is Jinger still angry about being robbed of a cat? ”
“No, I had to forget all about it.” After all, it’s just a small character.
“This way… Then Qing He, you can go out and show an attitude, so that people don’t go too far.”
“Yes, princess.”
Although the Chongxiao Holy Land is detached from the outside, it is not a group of harmony inside.
But this is also a normal thing. As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. As long as they are normal people, they will have their own likes and dislikes, which will lead to disputes… Although there will be restrictions in the Holy Land, but to a certain extent, it will Not too much intervention.
As for Gu Yunjin, an outer sect disciple, even an outer sect disciple who had offended the Holy Son and was sentenced to work as a handyman on the Spirit Beast Peak, he had a conflict with the inner sect, so one could imagine that the result would be a little bad… Gu Shi Yun took this into consideration, and reluctantly looked after the other party for the sake of her royal brother.
“.〃I want to watch the fight.”
Little Saint Child couldn’t help but talk again.
The beautiful woman couldn’t help but laugh at this look of fear that the world would not be in chaos. This child is really well protected.
“Didn’t Jing’er just say that she was going to call grandma out? Come on.”
“Oh yes”
Almost forgot about it.
Fang Mingjing fell from the beautiful woman’s arms without saying a word, and he returned to the house with a particularly brisk pace.
Liu Shimei still slept soundly at the moment, and the reason why Little Saint Son deliberately crept close, so she didn’t wake her up when she came to the bed.
Unguarded.
The queen dowager slept very deeply, even in her sleeping position, she unconsciously revealed (promising money) that she was a little graceful and luxurious, her long black and beautiful hair was messy, her charming and beautiful face was a little rosy, and she was wearing thin clothes. The gauze skirt is half open and the shoulders are crisp, and the exposed fair and flawless skin is even more delicate and beautiful than the snow.
Looking at her like this, Fang Mingjing suddenly felt a little anxious.
I want to play a prank…
He gently tucked the blanket, ready to take advantage of this rare opportunity to secretly do whatever he wanted to scratch Liu Shimei’s itch.
But maybe something went wrong. After the beautiful woman’s slender eyelashes trembled slightly, she woke up.
“Jing’er…what is he doing?”
With a loving look on her face, she eagerly stretched out her hand and pulled the child in front of her and hugged her tightly. Her moist red lips seemed to whisper softly in his ear:
“Could it be that you are hungry, do you want to feed the family now?”
“Hmm~”.