Wutong Village Street.
The sun was rising, and the breeze was blowing anxiously on people's faces. Zhenniang hadn't been able to come out to bask in the sun for a long time. Today, Li Shan dragged her out in a rocking chair, and her body was exhausted.
Li Shan saw her staring blankly at the sun. He touched her belly with both hands and rubbed her forehead affectionately with his stubble: "Why are you so stunned? The sun is good today. I will take you and your child out to bask in the sunshine."
"I haven't seen such good sunshine for a long time." Zhenniang became a mother and behaved more carefully than before. She held her belly and leaned on the chair. Her feet were not wearing shoes and socks. Li Shan held them warmly with one hand. With.
The two looked at each other. Zhen Niang noticed the unusual identities of the four people earlier than Li Shan. She hoped to delay it for a longer time. It would be best to wait until the birth of the immortal was completed before leaving.
Li Shan comforted her: "Madam, don't worry. The Immortal Lord said that your overthinking is not good for your child."
Zhenniang fell on his knees, tears glistening in her eyes. She couldn't understand Li Shan's sincerity towards her. This was their second child. If he couldn't keep her, she would never have the face to face her ancestors underground. Lie Zong.
Zhenniang wiped it with the back of her hand. She had just cut a chili pepper, and her fingers were stained with juice, which was a little irritating. Zhenniang half-squinted her eyes and changed her subject: "Where is the Wenv Fairy? I have prepared a lot for her. When it comes to food, she always wants more."
Li Shan tapped the tip of her nose and said slowly, "Maybe she's still asleep."
Wen Zhaozhao sneezed in her sleep. She lay with her arms wide open. She had not dreamed for a long time. This was the first time she had left Yingzhou. In her dream, she saw a little boy half a man tall.
The familiar Jiuchongtian, Wen Zhaozhao secretly counted that this was the third time she came up. She greeted the clairvoyant Shunfeng Er who was looking at Tianmen in a friendly way. The two of them couldn't see her running around like a badger rat. Wen Zhaozhao pinched a piece of cloud and rode on it. The people above were laughing so hard.
She flew and flew until she reached Jing Yuan's palace. Wen Zhaozhao felt as comfortable as returning to her own home. She jumped down from the cloud with her legs raised and sat on the front seat, with a pot of fragrant grapes in front of her.
Wen Zhaozhao thought that being a prince was too comfortable. The fire fox skin on the seat was donated by a spirit fox that had ascended for five thousand years. It was not even comparable to her father's. As soon as she sat on it, all her tiredness was swept away. She threw a grape into her mouth, and the grape juice splashed all over him. Wen Zhaozhao hurriedly patted his chest.
"What are you doing?" asked an expressionless child as he watched her clumsily clean up.
Wen Zhaozhao did not raise his head and said fiercely: "You don't have eyes. Of course I ate grapes. You kid, do you know where this is? You just wander around."
"This is the prince's palace." Jing Yuan has not yet mastered the ability to remain calm despite the collapse of Mount Tai. Seeing Zhao Zhao's arrogant appearance, he drove them away irritably: "You leave quickly, I'll forgive you. You won’t die.”
Wen Zhaozhao then raised her head to look at the person. Oh my god, she actually dreamed that Jing Yuan was a child. Although the child had not grown yet, his face already had a light and handsome look. Even the baby fat on his cheeks made Wen Zhaozhao feel very... novel.
Anyway, in the dream, Wen Zhaozhao became bolder. She stretched out her hand and pinched Jing Yuan's cheek: "So you were so cute when you were a child." The pink-carved child was like a porcelain doll.
Jing Yuan couldn't bear it and slapped her hand away: "You woman, get off my chair. Believe it or not, I will chop off your hand."
Wen Zhaozhao was so happy. Who would have thought that Jing Yuan had this style of painting when she was a child. She would make people laugh when she said it. She deliberately used her height to tease him: "I can't come down, what can you do?"
Jing Yuan tilted his head. Very few people would disobey his orders. Each of them was respectful and lifeless. He asked doubtfully: "Why?"
Wen Zhaozhao grabbed a handful of grapes and stuffed them into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Because I am your future sweetheart, isn't your chair my chair?"
Sweetheart? Xiao Jingyuan's face started to burn. He took two steps back in shock and looked at Wen Zhaozhao. Wen Zhaozhao also generously let him see that she was wearing a black gold lantern-sleeved Bagualing top and Liuyun pants with a very distinctive pattern. Novel, Jing Yuan concluded that she was a beauty.
Footsteps sounded outside, and Jing Yuan skillfully hid Wen Zhaozhao behind the dragon screen. Wen Zhaozhao almost choked to death with a grape stuck in her throat. She looked out eagerly, who was coming? No, this was her dream. No one else could see her. So how did Jing Yuan see her?
"Yuan'er, how was your homework today?" Wen Zhaozhao had heard this voice before, and it was the Queen of Heaven who came.
"I'm sorry, mother, I've already checked my homework. As my son's injury from subduing demons has not recovered, the master just told me to rest." Wen Zhaozhao came over and found that there was indeed a scar on the back of Jing Yuan's hand.
"That's it, then you must not relax. Remember, you don't know when the energy of chaos will break out again. If you slack off, the entire six realms will be destroyed." The Queen of Heaven looked at the grape skins on the ground, thinking about Jing Yuan When did you develop a lazy temperament? I asked with the intention of knocking: "Don't be greedy next time, fasting will help hone your character."
"Jing Yuan, remember this."
Wen Zhaozhao felt a little uncomfortable. Jing Yuan looked like she was only five hundred years old, but she was already required to live without grains. Even if she ate two grapes, she would be reprimanded. She couldn't stop practicing even if she was injured. I thought she was doing well in Ying at this time. Have fun in the continent.
Jing Yuan knocked on the table and asked Wen Zhaozhao to come out: "Hey, my mother is gone. Come out."
Wen Zhaozhao came out and smoothed his eyebrows with some distress, then held his hand and blew air: "It won't hurt anymore."
Jing Yuan saw the affection between her brows without any pretense, and awkwardly withdrew his hand. A strange warmth arose in his heart. It was the first time in his life that someone cared about him, and joy hit his heart. He said, "You don't have to Worry, I will practice hard to keep the six realms safe, my mother is only like this because I am not her child, I understand."
Seeing the stubbornness on his face, Wen Zhaozhao felt even more uncomfortable. She said, "I care about you not for the safety of the six realms, but because you are Jing Yuan, and your life is more precious to me."
Wen Zhaozhao suddenly remembered that there was an ointment in Yingzhou that was particularly effective in removing scars. She had brought it out to avoid injury this time when she went out for training. She could use it on Jing Yuan. She felt a huge suction force, making her whole body float upwards. Wen Zhaozhao subconsciously tightened his grip on Jing Yuan.
Jing Yuan panicked and asked, "Where are you going? Aren't you my future sweetheart? What's your name?"
Wen Zhaozhao flew higher and higher, and her heart moved. She shouted: "My name is Wen Zhaozhao, Jing Yuan, you must remember me."
When Wen Zhaozhao woke up, he saw Zhenniang sitting next to the bed with a bowl of sweet wine. She looked unhappy at having her dream disturbed.
Zhenniang handed the bowl to Wen Zhaozhao's lips. When she saw Wen Zhaozhao, it was like seeing her children. She fed Wen Zhaozhao one after another. Wen Zhaozhao lost his temper and asked her where Jing Yuan and the others were.
"The three immortals told me to look for the trace of the monster. When they saw that the female immortal was not awake, they left first." Zhenniang put down the bowl and wiped Wen Zhaozhao's mouth with a handkerchief, feeling infinite love in her heart.
Wen Zhaozhao noticed the weird look in her eyes, put on her shoes and ran outside. She had a good nose and smelled Jing Yuan's scent all the way. She soon saw him standing in the middle of the street holding a lantern. The child in the dream overlapped with Jing Yuan. Wen Zhaozhao seemed to see the young Jing Yuan practicing alone in the dark.
Wen Zhaozhao couldn't help but call him: "Prince."
Jing Yuan turned around and saw her, smiling slightly. He was wearing a green robe with a light yellow collar underneath. There was a green plum tree curling around. Wen Zhaozhao walked towards him and heard him say softly: " wake up?"
Wen Zhaozhao nodded and took the lantern in his hand. The scar on the back of Jing Yuan's left hand was very light and could not be seen. Wen Zhaozhao moved closer inaudibly, thinking that she could hear it with her voice. The voice complained: "Why doesn't this scar disappear?"
Jing Yuan coughed and blushed.
Wen Zhaozhao had long forgotten his dog ears and didn't want to be heard by him, so he stayed away from him in embarrassment.
"Prince, do you feel that this place is different?" Wen Zhaozhao asked the same question as he asked Xue Ming yesterday.
Jing Yuanqiang calmed down. Before Wen Zhaozhao came, he seemed to be unable to get out of this alley. He wandered here for a long time and sent messages to Yin He and Xue Ming but received no reply.
"I'm afraid I'm in a formation." This kind of formation is not difficult to set up, and the method to break it is also very simple, but all things are interdependent. Jing Yuan has tried that his spiritual power cannot be used in this formation. Maybe Wen Zhaozhao can.
"Wen Zhaozhao, only you can break this formation." Jing Yuan took out his sword and handed it to Wen Zhaozhao: "This sword is called Poxie."
Wen Zhaozhao was a little confused: "I, I don't know how to solve it."
"You just need to gather your spiritual power into your hands and swing it out with all your strength. Wen Zhaozhao, only you can do it." Jing Yuan walked around behind Wen Zhaozhao, held the hilt of the sword with her, and the Evil-Breaking Sword made a sword cry straight into the sky. .
Wen Zhaozhao didn't ask why. She felt Jing Yuan's strong heartbeat. She chose to believe in Jing Yuan just like she did in Yingzhou. Wen Zhaozhao calmed down, closed her eyes and held the sword. Powerful spiritual power burst out from her body, and she brought the Evil-Breaking Sword Belt. As the tiger shadow waved vigorously towards the sky, the surrounding scene continued to change, and finally settled in front of Dr. Yang's medical clinic.
"Huh?" Wen Zhaozhao thought he had not broken the formation and was about to swing his sword again.
Jing Yuan's palms became sweaty, and he held Wen Zhaozhao's hand: "You can go back, the formation has been broken."
Po Xie felt his master's body relax, and he gradually became smaller and returned to Jing Yuan's hands. Jing Yuan took a few steps back and distanced himself from Wen Zhaozhao.
Xue Ming and Yin He had already returned to Li's house first. They were waiting at the door. From a distance, they saw Wen Zhaozhao holding a lantern in front and Jing Yuan holding his hands behind. They didn't know what Wen Zhaozhao said and laughed heartily. , Jing Yuan was also rarely filled with an aura of joy.
Yin He and Xue Ming looked at each other and read a signal in each other's eyes that they were about to fall out of favor. The two of them stepped forward to greet Jing Yuan in tacit understanding.
Wen Zhaozhao didn't know why: "Why are you so crazy?"
Jing Yuan couldn't understand their mood, so he followed them into the house.
Yin He followed Jing Yuan diligently and asked, "Brother Yuan, are you tired? How about I put you to sleep and take a bath to cleanse yourself tonight."
"Master, don't listen to him. Try my Xue's massage technique. I'm sure the medicine will cure the disease." Xue Ming squeezed Yin He away.
Jing Yuan looked like "you two are sick", told the two of them to keep watch, and then returned to the room. In the middle of the night, he heard some noises at the window and thought it was Yaksha coming again, so he touched Poxie on the side.
Hearing a "boom" and Wen Zhaozhao's cry of pain, Jing Yuan let go of his hand, pretending to be asleep was more painful than waking up.
Wen Zhaozhao climbed through the window and came in. She accidentally stepped on the air and fell to the ground. She touched her sore butt, sneaked to Jing Yuan's bed, and put her soft little hands into Jing Yuan's quilt.
Jing Yuan's whole body went stiff and he was angry and anxious. He overestimated Wen Zhaozhao and thought that her temperament had changed after leaving Yingzhou. Unexpectedly, she was still so inconsistent. He secretly recited the Qingxin Jue over and over again. .
Wen Zhaozhao took out Jing Yuan's hand and found that his hand was very hot. She raised her upper body and touched Jing Yuan's forehead: "Hey, I don't have a fever. Why are my hands so hot? Did I consume too much spiritual energy during the day?" too much?"
She took out the ointment from the small bag and squeezed a squirt on the back of Jing Yuan's left hand. The cold ointment made Jing Yuan feel a little calmer. Wen Zhaozhao continued to spread the ointment evenly with his fingers, and breathed seriously: "In two days, It will disappear.”
When Wen Zhaozhao awkwardly climbed out of the window again, Jing Yuan lifted up the quilt and sat up, looked at his left hand, and smiled foolishly.
