Fall in love with you 630book, the fastest update of Sweet Honey as Ashes as Frost The most beautiful day is April.
In April in the human world, gardenias and red peppers are in full bloom, and peach blossoms are fragrant with plum blossoms.
Mortals think they are extremely beautiful.
However, in the flower world, they are just ordinary scenes.
Every month is April, and all seasons are.
It's spring that comes early.
Flowers bloom without remembering the year, and they will not fade over the years.
It is no wonder that wintersweet and summer lotus bloom together, and snow lotus and stone bamboo compete for fragrance.
The warm breeze makes people feel sleepy, and laziness is like a drop of tears falling on rice paper, spreading layer by layer and spreading all over the body.
During the first few days when I returned to the flower world, I couldn't quite wake up.
When the Twenty-Four Flower Masters came to visit me during the day, I always fell asleep.
This evening I played chess with the Little Fish Immortal Guan, but I barely managed to survive half the game before I couldn't stop feeling sleepy, so I lay down on the stone table and fell into a dream.
Half asleep and half awake, I seemed to hear Master Changfang and Xiaoyu Xianguan talking intermittently.
"Jin Mi, this child, has a bad fate.
I dare you to ask, but Ye Shen treats her sincerely and has no distracting thoughts."
"It's sincere.
Master Changfang doesn't have to doubt it at all."
"Everyone who expresses true love hopes to receive reciprocal love from the other party.
If Jinmi is a barren land, no matter what kind of seeds are sown and what kind of fertilizer is applied, no matter how carefully watered and cared for, not even a single flower will bloom in return." , Talking about love with her is like disappearing into the sea without any news, so time-consuming and energy-consuming, the night god is scary."
"Oh, what's there to be afraid of?
If time is destined to be wasted, then I'm just willing to waste this life with her.
But why is Master Changfang so pessimistic about Mi'er?"
"Ahem, ahem, Jin Mi has watched Xiaoxian grow up since she was a child.
She has a good nature, but she has been cold and unfeeling since she was a child.
Except for the matter of immortality, she can give up everything, no one and nothing.
It caught her eyes, let alone her heart.
Now that the Water God is gone, Ye Shen can see Jin Mi shed a tear."
"In that case, no.
It's just that great love has no trace, and great sorrow has no tears.
How could Master Changfang know that Mi'er was not the one suffering from the loss of his father?
His heart was filled with grief.
Don't slander Mi'er like this.
Say it abruptly, I I don’t like to hear it.”
"Well, that's it for now.
It is said that the nature of a country is easy to change but hard to change.
The little immortal can only hope that the gold and stone will be opened by the sincerity of the night god."
The little fish fairy stroked my hair that was loosely hanging on my back, and I lay on his arm comfortably and fell into darkness.
I don’t know how long it took, but I vaguely realized that the arm I was resting on was no longer there, and seemed to have been replaced by a silk pillow.
I thought that the little fish fairy had left, and in my haziness, I could only hear a faint sigh from the owner of Peony Changfang, “I don’t know.
Is this meteor pill a blessing or a curse for you?"
When I woke up again, it was already bright and clear, and I had no trace of my dreams all night long.
There is a stone pavilion on one side of the incense tomb of the First Flower God, which is called the Memorial Pavilion.
There is a full-moon stone table and four stone drum benches in it.
It goes around the pavilion and leans on the railing.
During the day, I sit in this stone pavilion to keep vigil.
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At night, I just returned to rest in the temporary bamboo house built by the mausoleum.
I have read through more than half of the book I borrowed from the Fox Fairy.
It is nothing more than a love story between a man and a woman, playing with flowers, chewing pistils, and playing with ice strings.
It is tasteless, but I forced myself to read it from beginning to end.
Come down and try to figure out the trick.
I got up late today, and reading for a long time was really boring, so I spread out a stack of Chengxintang paper to practice calligraphy.
I picked up a book of stories and copied the verses in it.
After writing about ten poems in small regular script, I was getting ready.
He changed to Kuangcao, who was more bold, and continued copying, but suddenly a gust of wind blew a piece of rice paper with wet ink on his hand and flew out of the pavilion.
I was quite interested in watching the paper fly, so I simply gave up the pen and folded the dozens of copied poems into butterfly shapes one by one.
Using a little magic, they flew around the pavilion one by one with fluttering wings. got up.
The white paper butterfly carried the ink-colored writing and flew up and down leisurely.
The sun was just right.
I looked up and saw the light filtering through the paper wings.
The veins of the paper were clearly visible.
It was really as thin as a cicada's wing, much thinner than a real butterfly.
Even better looking.
When I was sighing in my heart that the quality of the paper was good, suddenly there was a faint smell in the pavilion.
I looked away and saw the long body of the phoenix leaning against the pillar of the pavilion, holding a few unfolded flowers in his hand.
Zhidie was looking at it, and when she noticed my gaze, she raised her head and said with a cool half-smile, "It seems good."
"Yeah."
I nodded, "It's really good.
Tough but moisturizing, smooth but not slippery, skin like egg membrane, as clean as jade, pure texture, no damage when folded, strong ink moisturizing ability, if Vulcan likes this Paper, I can give you some."
Fenghuang raised his eyebrows, dusted a corner of the paper with his fingertips, and said, "I mean this poem is not bad."
He took out a piece of paper and read: "The poem of Infinite Spring has endless thoughts, but I asked Yijun how many times I would like it.
Qiaotou The eyes are frozen on paper, and the eyebrows are knitted together in the green garden.
Even if there are thousands of knots in the world, how can we be extravagant and crazy when we are still in love?
With a look on his face, he took out another page, "Swallow grass is like blue silk, and Qin mulberry has low green branches.
When you return home, it is my concubine's heartbroken.
If you don't know the spring breeze, why should you enter the Luo curtain?"
After reciting two poems, he seemed to be still unsatisfied.
He glanced at the end of his eyes, raised his two fingers, gently tweezed a butterfly that was flying by his temples, unfolded it and read: "If you don't write love words or poems, you won't be able to do anything."
Supa sent her lovesickness, and she knew that when she looked at it upside down, the silk threads would come and go.
Who would know such thoughts?
"It's horizontal and vertical, eh."
Phoenix raised the corner of his eyes and said in a long tone, "I wonder which god you are thinking of, so straightforward."
I paused and opened my mouth to answer, but then I thought about it, thought it over in my mind, and said, "Obviously it's not straightforward enough, otherwise why couldn't Vulcan see who I was thinking of."
Phoenix folded his long fingers, and the paper was folded with a deep mark, "Oh, what can I say?"
I looked at the tomb outside the pavilion, sniffed slowly, and said, "It's not just that handkerchiefs have silk.
If you hold this rice paper up to the light and look at it, it's also full of silk.
It's a pity that I just gave it to you.
You don't want it." ”
Fenghuang looked at me with an unchanging expression, his brows were indifferent, but his fingertips moved slightly, and without realizing it, there was a stain of wet ink, and there was a trace of disordered breath in the wind.
After a long while, he finally spoke and carefully said every word: "What did you say?"
I looked at his unfathomable expression and suddenly remembered something, so I asked by the way, "Can you not marry Princess Suihe?"
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This time there was finally movement on Phoenix's face, and he looked at me in surprise.
The lights in his eyes seemed to be flickering, flickering on and off, "Oh why?"
"I read some medical studies a few days ago, and they all say that it is not advisable to marry a wife of the same clan.
Otherwise, the baby will be born with either a missing finger or multiple toes, which is not good.
You and Princess Suihe are cousins and belong to the same clan.
It is really not good.
It's easy to get married."
I looked at him sincerely, and it was rare for me to give such sincere advice to others.
The corners of Phoenix's mouth raised slightly, and he seemed a bit dumbfounded, "Well, thank you so much for thinking about me.
But" the topic changed, and a pair of phoenix eyes looked directly into my eyes, as if they were looking into my heart.
Generally serious, "If I tell you that the people you are talking about are mortals and gods have no such trouble, would you like me to marry Sui He?"
He looked at me.
For such an invincible God of Fire, there was a hint of trembling fragility between his eyebrows at this moment, as if he was betting on life and death.
I thought about it and replied, "I don't want to."
After taking a long breath, Phoenix stretched his eyes and closed them, then opened them again, his eyes were full of light, and the pear dimples at the corners of his mouth disappeared and appeared, "Why?"
"There are so many reasons in the world.
If you don't want to, you just don't want to."
I insisted.
"If I don't marry Sui He, I can marry the Yuebixingshi from Jiuyao Star Palace."
Fenghuang had more questions today.
I thought about it and said cautiously: "It's not very appropriate either."
The smile on Fenghuang's lips deepened, "How beautiful is Princess Biancheng?"
"Not very good either."
I shook my head in denial.
In this way, Phoenix chased after him and asked every name of the beautiful goddess and beauties in the six realms of heaven and earth.
I put myself in his shoes and weighed it.
They all thought it was not appropriate, so I simply denied it.
But Phoenix smiled even more deeply, and all the ripples of spring breeze appeared.
Finally, he sat next to me, stretched out his hand to tuck a lock of hair hanging from my forehead behind my ear.
His eyes were full of tenderness, and he said with rippling blue waves: "Don't worry, no matter how good these fairies are, they can't enter my heart.
Heaven and earth."
Even though there are many women, there is only one person who is good to me.
Xufeng will only marry one person in this life."
Then he rubbed me into his arms.
I lay on his chest, listening to the ebb and flow of the Kunming Lake inside.
I lowered my eyes, obediently smoothed his hair for him, and hugged him with my backhand.
He slowly caressed my hair and my heart with his lips, and silently let out a breath, filled with infinite joy and comfort, which is indescribable.
Before leaving, Fenghuang hesitated for a moment, with a faint blush on his face, and asked me: "You said you were going to give me this rice paper?"
I handed him all the rice paper and said generously: "Of course it will count.
Just take it.
Come back if you don't have enough."
Phoenix was dressed in plain clothes, holding a stack of rice paper, raised his eyebrows and smiled, turned around and faded into the spring breeze.
No color, all the charm.
I frowned and smiled.
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