Three Lives Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Peach Blossoms

Jun Donghai led the way, Xiao Nuomi Dumpling walked tremblingly in the middle, Ye Hua dragged my hand temple at the end.

I just lied a little bit. Most of the lie was to protect the glutinous rice dumpling he gave birth to. He could open one eye and close one eye, but he just wanted to come against me, which was really annoying.

I didn't bother to care about God's demeanor anymore, and simply used spells to get away from him. He smiled softly and also used spells to block it.

I fought with him all the way, he was confident, but I always paid attention to the movements of the Lord Donghai in front of him.

My fourth brother told me not long ago that this world is really inferior to the ancient times of gods and gods. All the gods only know that they will be happy in the day, the immortal arts will not flourish, and the Taoist style will decline, which is really sad. I actually believed his nonsense, Ye Huajun's faculty has advanced to this point, it is really his grandfather's immortal skill is not prosperous, and his grandma's taoism is declining.

Lord Donghai turned his head and lost a smiling face, but his eyes were still looking straight at the hands I held with Yehua: "Your Majesty, the fairy envoy, the front is the main hall."

The little glutinous rice dumpling gave a cheer, and cleverly came over to hold my free hand, and acted like a grandson of the heavenly monarch.

If the one who is in my position right now is the concubine Ye Huachu in the Heavenly Palace, it would be reasonable to list these ostentations. But now in this position, he is the God of God. I really want to break his head and don’t understand. Even God of God has a strong relationship with Yehua, but after all, this relationship has not yet been established. He is so holding, and he doesn't know what he will do.

The gate of the palace made of gold carvings and jade is near, and the head of God is a little bit painful at this moment.

All the gods in the hall were waiting eagerly for the banquet. As soon as Ye Huafu showed up, he knelt together in two rows, vacating a path in the middle to lead directly to the main seat. When the three of us all sat down, Fang sang a song and entered the table one by one. This is the banquet.

The closest fairy came over to toast. After paying respect to Ye Hua, come to me again, and he said respectfully: "Today I was so lucky to be here to visit Empress Su Jin, it is indeed the blessing of the little god..."

Ye Hua took a drink from the side, just as if he was watching a play. The corner I want to sing is really embarrassing.

Dong Haijun turned a pale face, desperately winking at the proud god.

I really can't stand it, and smiled at him: "Xiao Xian is actually Ye Huajun's long-lost sister, and now she is working as a servant on Zheyan."

After Ye Hua's drinking action, more than one or two drops of wine spilled in the glass.

Dong Haijun looked at me blankly.

The **** who came to toast seemed to swallow a dead fly, and neither did he enter or retreat with his full glass of wine. It took a long time before he said nerdly: "The little **** is clumsy, he punished himself for a cup, and punished himself for a cup."

I smiled kindly and didn't take it seriously, and I had a drink with him.

The fox's ears are pointed and the fox's ears are pointed. One said: "It's a pity that I didn't see my aunt today, but I can talk about it when I see this fairy envoy of Zheyan Shangshen. Look, if my aunt is not here today, is it because I know Ye Huajun and Beihai All come to the banquet, so..."

One said: "The fairy friend said that this is true. According to the monarch, my aunt missed the appointment this time, but Zheyan Shangshen sent a fairy envoy to a banquet. There are many articles here. Everyone should know that because of Zheyanshangshen’s weird temper, This time, Lord Donghai did not hand him a post."

One said: "It is reasonable and reasonable. The strange thing is that this fairy envoy of Zheyan Shangshen is actually Ye Huajun's sister."

Another said: "The little old man is suspicious that this fairy envoy is really Ye Huajun's younger sister? The little old man has never heard of Ye Huajun having a younger sister during the many years of serving in the palace."

Say it again: "The fairy friend just didn't see it, did Jun Ye Hua hold the hand of the fairy envoy? From this point of view, the brother and sister matter is somewhat credible."

I think that if the Lord of Donghai Sea announces a banquet at this moment, these gods will all have fun, and find a quiet place to have a hearty discussion. But now I have to struggle on this table, only occasionally whispering a word or two, it is really bitter to bear.

After listening for a long while, without hearing anything more interesting, he drank a glass of the wine. Ye Hua frowned and withdrew my hip flask: "You're a good drinker. After drinking it carefully, you're going crazy again."

I am very disdainful. Although Donghai Jun’s wine can be regarded as Qiongye Yuye, it can be compared with the wine made by Zheyan. It is really white water. But he didn't bother to pay attention to him, his left and right sides had already torn his skin, and only blamed the gods for his bad luck today and didn't turn over the calendar when he went out.

In the middle of the banquet, I have no interest. I just want to finish the meal soon so I can return to the fox cave earlier.

At this time, Jun Donghai slapped three slaps.

Reluctantly, I saw a crowd of dancers entering the hall curly and Nana, with silk fans in their hands, and they were very cool. I was curious, this time is not Donghai Jun's birthday, a full moon banquet for a little doll, and singing and dancing?

The sound of silk and bamboo was heard. I just leaned forward to fetch the flask which was withdrawn by Ye Hua.

Back then, he was fortunate enough to be **** by the ghost king Qingcang to his Da Ziming Palace and harassed for a few days. The dancers of the Da Ziming Palace can be distinguished by those who are beautiful, those who are elegant, and those who are charming. I had no choice but to lie to them for three or five days, and there would be no dancers to please me.

Glancing at Ye Hua beside him, he was also bored.

Xiao Nuomi dumplings suddenly sighed: "Ah, it's this sister."

I followed his gaze and looked into the hall. The dancers in white clothes were posing as white petals of lotus flowers, with a girl in yellow clothes in the middle. At first glance, the woman didn't seem to be very peculiar, and she could slightly trace the shadow of Dong Haijun in her appearance.

I inevitably turned my head to look at Mr. Donghai.

Jun Donghai was very sensitive at this time. He noticed my gaze, coughed and smiled awkwardly: "It's her sister." He stepped forward to the little Nuomi Tuanzi: "Xiaotiansun actually recognizes her sister?"

Nuomi Dumpling glanced at me and said, "I recognize it." But he immediately waved his hand and firmly stood, "But my grandson is not familiar with her." After speaking, he secretly glanced at his father.

Donghai Jun’s sister-in-law is now looking eagerly at Ye Hua Jun who is sitting next to me, her eyes eager and silent, sad and joyful.

Ye Hua held the wine bottle motionless, and instantly turned into the indifferent **** when I first saw it.

Which one is this singing? Falling flowers intentionally, flowing water ruthless? The kind-hearted woman meets Leng Langjun, the concubine has the heart to be the vine and the tree, but the heart is like an iron concubine, and the concubine is really full of wrongs?

I nodded in satisfaction. It was a good show. I poured myself a glass of wine and watched it happily. When they arrived at the place of interest, Sizhu stopped abruptly. The sister-in-law of Dong Haijun bowed in the direction of Ye Hua, and then fluttered away surrounded by the dancers.

Ye Hua turned his head to look at me, with a faint smile: "Why is the fairy so disappointed?" I touched my cheeks and gave a dry haha: "Is there?"

It took more than an hour before the banquet, which should have gone away. Ye Hua pushed the small glutinous rice dumpling into my arms: "Ali, you will take care of you first. I will go and return."

The gods from all walks of life just came to bid farewell, and I was in a daze, and he disappeared.

Qingming, who had been crushed by a few trivial matters for several hours, suddenly climbed onto the spiritual platform, and a few drops of sweat immediately ooze from my forehead. Wouldn't he count my words of bluffing the little glutinous rice dumplings, really drag me to the palace? .

Thinking of this level, the small glutinous rice dumplings with soft hands suddenly became a hot potato.

I hurried out of the hall. Now, it is serious to find the father of the glutinous rice dumplings quickly, and returning the glutinous rice dumplings back.

I asked a few small servants, but no one saw Huajun overnight. I had to go around the corner and ask Donghai Jun where her sister is now.

Just now, Yehua is in a hurry, with intimacy implicit in her indifference, and grace and grace in the estrangement. With such an attitude, with the Fengyue experience that God has seen for more than 100,000 years, she will definitely go to the beautiful woman.

The servant pointed at the back garden of the East China Sea Crystal Palace at the end of the road.

I stood at the gate of the garden holding the glutinous rice dumplings, sighing.

It should be noted that although God is very old, he has no sense of direction. It is convenient to get in, but I don't know if I can get out. I thought about it for half a day and thought carefully that I should just wait here.

The small glutinous rice dumpling did not follow, holding his small fist and making a vicious gesture: "If my mother doesn't go in and beat the mandarin duck, my father will be snatched away by the princess Miao Qing." Then he sighed and stroking his forehead: "Since ancient times, the back garden It’s a place of right and wrong, so many talented people have lost their future by being fascinated by the beauty here, and have suffered a lifetime of exhaustion."

I was silly for a moment and said dumbly: "Who taught you these things?"

The little glutinous rice dumpling stayed for a while: "More than three hundred years ago, a little fairy flew up from the sky, called Chengyu, and Grandpa Tianjun ancestor him as Yuanjun, called Chengyu Yuanjun. It was him. Tell me." He rubbed his hair and said blankly: "Is it wrong?"

Yes, yes, but under Ye Huajun’s eyelids, this gentleman Cheng Yuyuan dared to teach glutinous rice dumplings, and he also taught the ears of dumplings. It is also a skill. Such a wonderful person will come across in the future. You must make friends.

The small glutinous rice dumplings simply came to pull my sleeves and drag me into the garden.

He is a villain, and I can't resist, so I can only persuade him: "Your father is youthful and healthy. That Miao Qing is called Miao Qing. Princess Miao Qing is also a young man and is suitable for marriage. It is human for young men and women to yearn for each other. Normally, both of them have already made mandarin ducks, and you and I will be the big sticks that beat mandarin ducks. The unprovoked marriage of bad guys is a sin. You and the princess Miao Qing don’t have a deep hatred that cannot be solved, you have to go bad. Her marriage is the only way to enjoy it, so you can forgive others when you need them."

Maybe it’s because the words behind me were too heavy. The little Nuomi dumpling’s mouth flattened. I quickly calmed down, kissed and touched, and then he calmed down and said softly, "Although she saved me once, but I also thanked her very well, but she thought she would be different in front of her father from now on. Every time the father led me to stay in the Junji Mountain of my mother, she came to haunt her, which was very annoying."

I couldn't help but educate him: "The grace of life-saving is deeper than the sea, how can it be done by thanking you."

If I say thank you, I can stop worrying, but I don’t know how much I want to be free now. Just remember the harmonious relationship between me and Mo Yuan when we were mentors and apprentices. There will never be so many guilt and regrets in my heart. solution.

Xiao Nuomi Dumpling reflected for a while, but immediately stomped her feet: "She didn't keep her duty. She knew that her father had a wife, but she came to pester him. She lived in her mother's house and used her mother's cooking utensils. Come grab your mother's husband."

I looked at the sky for a while, and the face imprinted by Mo Yuan and Hua Jun flashed in my mind, very emotional.

It's no wonder Miao Qing, who had looked at such a face for tens of thousands of years, and now he can hold it slightly. It is still difficult for an ordinary woman to be able to keep her duty in front of such a face. On the contrary, when Junji Mountain in the Eastern Desolation became Sujin's property, I was a little confused.

After a little question, the small glutinous rice dumplings were brought out together.

He was upside-down, and I was able to figure out an idea along the way, and I couldn't help admiring myself.

It turns out that Nuomi Dumpling's mother is not Ye Huajun's side consort Sujin, but a mortal on the ground. Nowadays, in the bedroom of Nuomi Dumpling, there is still a picture of that mortal's Danqing. It is said that Tsing Yi is dressed in white silk and covered with white silk, which is exactly what I am now. Three hundred years ago, but for unknown reasons, the mortal jumped off Zhuxiantai when he gave birth to small glutinous rice dumplings. I've heard about this place in Zhuxiantai. If the gods jumped down and their cultivation bases were lost, the mortals would definitely have three souls and seven souls, not even a single scum left. Little glutinous rice dumplings didn't know this level.

Before that mortal was taken to the Heavenly Palace, it was the Junji Mountain that grew up in the Eastern Desolation. Ye Huajun remembered the past and sealed the house she had lived in the mountain. Every year, he brought small glutinous rice dumplings to stay for ten and a half months.

I really admire Ye Huajun's courage. He didn't hide the little glutinous rice dumplings at all of these old things of grievances and hatred from the court, and he was not afraid to cause a psychological shadow on his son.

However, Miao Qing’s relationship with Tuanzi and Yehua dates back more than a hundred years.

One day a hundred years ago, Xiao Nuomi Dumpling was alone in the forest on the mountain to catch rabbits and play, and his spiritual energy attracted the snake demon passing by. The snake demon only asked which Taoist he was, and wanted to nourish the immortal energy around him, so he came to eat him. Fortunately, he met Miao Qing, the princess of the East China Sea who came to Junji Mountain for a trip, and rescued him. Follow the instructions of the small glutinous rice dumplings and sent them back to the hut on the mountain. The hut was sealed and could not be seen by outsiders. However, the little glutinous rice dumpling respected Princess Miaoqing as a lifesaver, identified her identity, and led her back to the house for tea. After the tea, Princess Miao Qing was about to leave, but she met Ye Huajun who had come back suddenly. The sky thunder shook the ground instantly, and Princess Miao Qing, who was at the beginning of her love affair, fell in love with Ye Huajun at first sight.

Ye Hua didn't want to owe the princess Donghai the favor, so he made a wish for Miao Qing.

For a hundred years, Miao Qing has almost stayed in the East Desolate Junji. When Ye Hua and his son came, they washed, cooked, and steamed cakes for them. A princess came to do the work of these servants. Ye Hua felt that it was wrong, and the princess Xiang quietly bowed her head infinitely shy and shy: "This is my wish, please be fulfilled." Ye Hua couldn't, so she had to follow her.

However, the above is just a one-sided term for Xiao Nuomi Dumpling. Looking at this situation, Ye Huajun is a passionate species, it is hard to say that he has never taken the initiative to take the initiative to this understanding Duke Donghai.

I suddenly felt empty, Ye Hua has lived to this day, only 50,000 years old, and has caused so many love debts. It is really a talent.

When God was fifty thousand years old, what was he still doing?

The little glutinous rice dumplings had a complicated expression, and looked at me hesitantly.

I said awe-inspiringly: "As a man, the most unhesitating description is that if you don't pay attention, you will be awkward. If you have anything to say, please be happy."

He wrapped up a pack of tears and pointed at me: "Mother, this indifferent appearance, do you have your own heart, don't A Li and Father?"

I am dumb. Even though Ye Hua and I have a marriage contract, they have only met each other for the first time. It's hard to talk about caring or not.

Xiao Nuomi Dumpling took two steps back, covering his face with a heartache: "Father wants to marry a stepmother and wants to marry a stepfather. A Li really agreed with the name. He deserves to be reunion and loneliness. You don’t want A Li. , Ali is alone."

I was frightened by his yelling.

His mother left him and jumped to Zhu Xiantai back then, she must have some knots at a young age. Now it's not good to be stagnant in the lungs.

I quickly lost a smile and hugged him: "Since I am your mother, I will never want you."

He accused: "But you don't want your father. If you don't want your father, your father will marry that Miao Qing. If your father married that Miao Qing, he will have another baby, so he won't want Ali again." .

I had a big headache. In order not to disappoint him, I had to make a sweet look, gritted my teeth and said: "Your father is my heart and my liver, my baby is sweet and sweet, how can I not want him."

After finishing speaking, he shook first.

Xiao Nuomi Dumpling was very satisfied, holding my leg and dragging it towards the garden. I have no choice but to let him go. But I earnestly hope that Ye Huajun is not in the garden at this moment, so that I can really play a big show of beating the Mandarin ducks.

If you are unlucky, let the gods guess in one fell swoop, he is indeed meeting a beautiful woman in the garden this time, then Ye Huajun, today is to disturb your marriage because of your son's mental health, but I can't blame me.

Going around the archway, in a rather delicate pavilion not far away, the man in a black robe standing with his hands is Ye Hua. The yellow girl sitting next to her was also Princess Miao Qing.

God was too wise, he really came to meet a beautiful woman.

The little glutinous rice dumpling shook my sleeve: "Mother, it's time for you to play."

He poured into the play quickly. My scalp was numb, thinking about what to do with this prologue.

Among the acquaintances I know, only the eldest brother Bai Xuan Taohua has the most.

What kind of methods did the sister-in-law use to deal with the peach blossoms of elder brother every time?

right. The first is the look in the eyes, the eyes must be cold, look up and down the peach blossom, looking at the beauty, such as looking at a cabbage.

The second is the voice. The voice must be faint. Just one sentence to the victim: "This time I look very good at this. If the husband likes it, please accept her, and I will have one more younger sister." This is to retreat.

Although the eldest brother has many performers on the scene, he is unswerving to his sister-in-law, and he has to be careful for this trick to take effect. In such a comparison, my situation is different from my sister-in-law. This method cannot be used.

I hesitated for half a day, but Xiao Nuomi Dumpling had already walked a few steps quickly, knelt before his father, and said, "My boy has seen his father."

Ye Hua narrowed his eyes and stared at me over the glutinous rice dumpling.

I bite the bullet and walked over, nodded as a gift, pulled the glutinous rice dumplings from the ground, patted the dust on his knees, and sat down with a beauty to hug him.

Behind him, Ye Huajun looked sharp, and I had a very difficult set of actions.

Princess Miao Qing took the initiative and said: "Sister is?"

I tried my best to make a smile without a smile, rubbing the face of the little glutinous rice dumpling: "This child, call me a mother."

Miao Qing seemed to be struck by lightning for an instant.

I am actually very guilty inside. This princess Miao Qing looks good, although there is still a gap compared with the green-sleeved princess of the South China Sea, but she is also a beauty. She has no grievances with me, and my deeds are really not authentic. Besides, I'm an elder, but I came to pick things up in front of the younger ones. It was this kind of wind and moon matter that I picked. If people know, I don't know where to put a face.

My heart is miserable, but I still have to do a lot of tricks on my face. I continue to laugh but not smile: "The scene of the dark clouds at the top creates a good atmosphere. For my sister, it is probably more suitable for a tryst. For my sister, I am , But for no reason I have a little interest in writing poetry."

Ye Hua simply leaned on a pillar in the pavilion to listen to my nonsense.

The little glutinous rice dumpling was unknown, so she turned around and looked at me blankly. I nodded his forehead and smirked: "The sky is blue and the wild is boundless, and a red apricot is about to go out of the wall." Looking at the princess Miao Qing again, he said, "My sister said, but is it right?"

She is stupid. In a moment, two lines of tears fell down the corner of his eyes. With a thump, he knelt in front of me: "The empress is relieved, Miao Qing... Miao Qing doesn't know that it is the empress phoenix, Miao Qingwan dare not be the sister of the empress. Miao Qing just yearns for the Lord, and does not ask the Lord to grant Miao Qing What is it. This time the elder brother wants to marry Miao Qing to Xihai, but the second prince of Xihai is... but a real dude. Because the wedding date is approaching, Miao Qing can’t, and learns that the general will bring Xiaotiansun to the East China Sea. The banquet came out with a dance invitation. Miao Qing only wished to follow the emperor for life, she would be a maidservant to serve the emperor, and she would not think about it anymore, and beg her to be fulfilled."

That's how it is. This girl has true affection for Ye Hua. This situation is so touching. In fact, the Tiangong is so big, so what if she is divided into a corner. But this is ultimately Ye Huajun's family affair. If she wasn't so affectionate and sincere, it would be obvious to me, why don't I fight it with a stick. Now, I really can't do it.

There is no moral to talk about love, right and wrong can be divided, glutinous rice dumplings are still small and can be taught carefully in the future. I will never be able to help the abuser like this again. Thinking of this layer, I couldn't help sighing, hugged the glutinous rice dumpling and got up to leave.

The glutinous rice dumplings grieved and grieved the beauty. "Mother, you just said that your father is your heart and your liver, and your baby is sweet and sweet. Others come to grab your father, but you let her take it. You speak no words."

One head becomes two big.

Ye Hua, who was leaning on the pillar of the pavilion, froze for a moment, then laughed suddenly, moved a step forward to block my way, and separated a strand of my hair between her fingers. For a long time, she slowly said, "I am your darling?"

I chuckled and took a step back.

He took one step closer: "Your baby?"

I laughed more dry and took a step back.

He simply sealed me up at the corner of the pavilion: "Your sweet candied fruit?"

This time, I couldn't smile anymore because I laughed, and my mouth was bitter. In the first place, what evil did God have done?

My eyes closed and my heart squinted, "Did you know the death, but you have to ask others to tell it. It's really necrotic."

The little glutinous rice dumpling in my arms trembled, and Ye Hua in front of me trembled.

While they were dumbfounded, I threw the small glutinous rice dumplings to the beauty, throwing away my helmet and armor, and fled. This time, God was embarrassed.

I haven't been so embarrassed in tens of thousands of years.