Chapter 288 My Junjun has grown up
The moon rises in the northwest, and the clouds hide in the southeast.
Scattered wind and snow still return to the cold side.
The air is filled with frost, flowers are blooming, the cold spring is quiet, and pear blossoms as pale as a white street are flying down one after another, covering the pond with frost.
A woman in a snow-white fox fur is sitting by the pool, holding a scroll of the South China Sutra in her hand. The knuckles are slender and long, and the thin fingertips are cold and white, which is the heavy snow. A good color that can’t be concealed either.
The snow-colored skirt was rolled up between her knees, exposing a pair of slender and slender calves, bathed in the cold spring covered with petals.
Qing Shui was preparing tea for her, and sighed helplessly: "Mother, the little tiger has left the palace and disappeared again. Do you want to send Qingxuan to find her back?"
Hearing this, the woman put down the Nanhua Sutra in her hand, took the tea, and without drinking it, she stood up on the cold bridge with her bare feet.
The fox fur danced in the wind. She raised her extremely elegant and regular face and looked at the stars in the distance. Her face was extremely beautiful.
Having seen countless beautiful Qingshui female officials, he couldn't help but lose his mind for a moment.
I saw the broken petals of pear blossoms falling down and covering the tip of the woman's nose. The cold fragrance was fragrant. She smiled and said, "It smells so good."
Qing Shui was slightly startled, not knowing what to say in reply.
This pear tree has been blooming for thousands of years, and I have never seen the empress express any words of appreciation. It smells so good tonight, so it is impossible to praise the fragrance of the flowers.
The jade falling on her forehead made a sound. As the woman lowered her head, the broken petal fell into the tea in her hand, floating gently. There was still a smile in her dark eyes, and she opened her lips again and said : "When did you leave the palace?"
"Half an hour ago." Qing Shui replied.
"Did you leave a note when you left the palace?"
"The little tiger did leave a piece of paper, saying..." At this point, Qing Shui's expression was startled, and then his eyes narrowed. Wei Han looked at his wife quietly, and then continued: "The little tiger said that the flowers in the city are blooming. It’s very sweet. She wants to look for it and see whose flowers bloom so beautifully.”
The woman sighed: “Xiao Junjun, this is what I want.” Have you grown up? You all know that you have to look for flowers and willows."
Qing Shui's complexion becomes even weirder.
Is this how Xunhuawenliu is used? Your Majesty.
That is your favorite little girl.
"Forget it." The woman raised the porcelain cup in her hand, and whether it was the tea in the cup or the flowers in the tea room, they all fell into the cold pool like splashing ink.
She smiled in a low voice, but her eyes were slightly cold, reflecting a bit of flaming blood: "When I go to see the trouble in the long night, I will be with my little Junjun. Let's go find flowers and ask willows."
Qingshui's expression was a little hesitant, his eyes moved slightly, and he quietly glanced at the outer pavilion at the end of the corridor.
Xin Dao, His Royal Highness has entered the immortal city of the mortal world tonight. Although he is resting and sleeping in the outer pavilion, people may not be able to notice your words.
Can you please keep a low profile on this matter of looking for flowers and asking willows? Don't be so arrogant and arrogant under your husband's nose.
The lantern was swaying, its blood-red light flickering in the night wind.
The open wound in Balian's palm was like a spring that was hard to stop. He simply tore off a piece of clothing and tied it tightly to stop the wound.
With Fang Geyu's support, as soon as the two of them escaped from the deep basement, there was a huge collapse sound behind them. The basement with the iron door seemed to have collapsed, and countless small details appeared. The sand barrier stone rumbled down into a huge pit. The dust was scattered, the earth collapsed, and there was no trace of Youguilang.
There was a rapid and sharp sound of string horns in the air, and Bai Lian was certain that Yougui Lang could not fall into this insect disaster so easily.
Although the blood in the palms no longer continued to flow, the uncontrollable power of the river of blood gradually returned to calm under Balian's efforts to suppress it, and there were waves of weakness in the body, as if it had been drained.
Although the power of the blood river has been calmed down, Balian just spent an extremely large amount of blood to irrigate the earth, which was enough to drive the monsters in the deserted house into madness.
While running away, countless snake-like things could be seen burrowing through the earth, making creepy rustling sounds.
As the two of them walked quickly, a snake-shaped earth bag suddenly arched under Fang Geyu's feet. An ordinary woman would have screamed due to the sudden change.
Fang Geyu didn't stop walking. From the corner of his eye, he saw something happened under his feet. He knew something was wrong. He gathered his spiritual power and stepped on the dirt bag.
The movement was neat and the force was so fierce that the bag of earth that looked like it was being drilled by a living creature exploded in an instant, with a bit of moist soil flying out.
Seeing Fang Geyu's stance, Bailian, whose arm was supported by her, couldn't help shaking his body and pursed his lips in silence.
A bright red ghost snake lay in the soil that was turned up by trampling. The thick corpse odor was diffused and wrapped in the moisture of the soil, immediately staining the clean boots under Fang Geyu's feet. Got a piece.
The arrogant and mysophobic eldest lady could not bear this, and she suddenly showed an unbearable expression of collapse.
The ghost snake swimming in the ground was already dead before Fang Geyu stepped down, and the foul-smelling corpse aura also came from it.
Half of the snake's body was chewed into black bones, with bloody sandworms entangled among the bones.
As if smelling the breath of a living person, the bright red flying insects rushed towards Fang Geyu's eyes like bloody dandelions dispersed by the wind.
Fang Geyu's face turned pale, and he was about to use the fire talisman to burn these monster insects.
At this moment, her wrist was suddenly gently grasped by a warm hand, and with a gentle pull, she took two steps back and protected her behind her.
Under the night light, Balian's eyes glowed with a strange bright red light, as if they were ignited by bright red flames.
The swarms of demonic insects that had always eaten people from under their eyes suddenly stopped in their frantic movements.
The sharp vibrations of the wings have also become tamed. The tiny monster insect cannot be seen to have changed at all, but its breath has obviously become more submissive.
Bailian felt a sharp sting between his eyebrows. Under his eyebrows was the spiritual platform. He used Liuhe's power again, and there were faint signs of backlash in his body.
Resisting the pain, he issued an order to disperse the group of demonic insects. Balian's body swayed, and he was firmly supported by Fang Ge's quick eyes and hands.
The deserted house is full of demons, but the sky is clear and cold with the cold color of the silver moon. It doesn't know when it starts to snow again, and the snow is extremely cold.
But the silver-hook waning moon in the sky was still not covered by the clouds. The pale moonlight spread down and fell on his face, making his face even more pale and weak.
Fang Geyu's face was indescribably ugly. His blood pupils, which were usually able to freely retract their colors, were flickering in the dark at this moment, like a man-eating demon.
(End of this chapter)