Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

"Zhu Yin, we haven't seen each other for a long time! I wonder if you have seen my naughty little Yuanbao?" Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling sat side by side. The animal they were riding was like a sturdy calf, walking slowly into the mountain temple with steady steps.

Zhu Yan and Zhu Yin looked closely and saw a strange-looking bird standing on the pair of extremely sharp horns. The bird's body was green, its beak was as white as snow, its eyes were also white, and even its tail was pure white.

At this moment, Zhu Yin saw Hua Yu approaching slowly, and hurriedly bowed respectfully: "God, please forgive me for not welcoming you from afar!" Then, Zhu Yin quickly replied: "Reporting to the God, the second son Zhuo just followed Ying Zhao into the temple to look for the Zhuo clan leader and the eldest son Zhuo."

Hearing this, Hua Yu couldn't help but frown slightly and muttered complaints: "Oh, this little guy is really a worry! He is always like this, running around with a wild monkey that came out of nowhere. It makes me, as a father, have to go through the trouble of traveling thousands of miles to make him happy." Although the words he said were full of blame, but as long as you pay a little attention, you can detect the strong and unbreakable doting contained in those words.

When Zhu Yin heard the words "wild monkey" and "running around", he suddenly raised his head and glared at Zhu Yan fiercely. Zhu Yan was glared at by him and suddenly felt a little puzzled. He had no idea why Zhu Yin looked at him like that.

Just as Zhu Yin opened his mouth to say half a sentence - "Zhu Yan! You actually ran away..." But before he could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by an unusually violent cough from Hua Yu, and what he wanted to say next was abruptly interrupted.

Hua Yu first coughed lightly several times, then adjusted his state at a very fast speed, and then put on a very serious expression, solemnly gave an order: "Hurry up! Take me to find the little guy in our family who is willful and refuses to listen." From his words and actions, it can be clearly seen that deep down in Hua Yu's heart, he didn't want Zhuo Yichen's unknown mysterious life experience to be known by other irrelevant people.

When seeing Hua Yu's firm and unyielding attitude, Zhu Yin couldn't help but feel an indescribable fear and uneasiness in his heart.

He knew very well that he must not slack off in meeting Hua Yu's request, so he immediately gathered his strength and cautiously led the way, leading Hua Yu and Zhang Qiling slowly into the solemn and dignified temple.

At the same time, Zhu Yan had been silently watching the three figures gradually going away. Just now, when he heard Zhu Yin's unfinished words, a strange and weird feeling suddenly came to his heart.

He thought to himself, "This Zhuo Yichen is obviously the descendant of Bingyi, but why are Zhuyin and even Grandpa Yingzhao so afraid of him? Even though Zhuo Yichen has already acknowledged that God as his adoptive father, it seems that things are not just so complicated because of the relationship with the God..."

Thinking of this, Zhu Yan's eyes were always fixed on the three figures that were about to disappear completely from his sight. Seeing them getting farther and farther away, Zhu Yan did not dare to delay for a moment, and hurriedly took steps to catch up with them.

On the other side, Zhuo Yichen gently pushed open the slightly old door in front of him. The moment the door was opened, he first closed his eyes, then stretched out his hands, groped forward carefully, and walked slowly into the room step by step.

Although his vision was limited at the moment, with his keen perception, he was still able to vaguely detect several faint and almost imperceptible breathing sounds in the room.

Ying Zhao looked at Zhuo Yichen, who had his eyes closed and was trembling slightly, and a trace of pity welled up in his heart. Ying Zhao slowly stepped forward, gently stretched out his right hand, and gently held Zhuo Yichen's slightly cold little hand.

"Second Master Zhuo, don't be afraid, come with me. I will take you to find your father and brother." Ying Zhao's voice was like a spring breeze, soft and warm.

Zhuo Yichen felt the warmth from Ying Zhao's hand and relaxed a little, but he still kept his eyes tightly closed, as if he was afraid that he would see a heart-breaking scene once he opened his eyes. In this way, under Ying Zhao's guidance, he followed step by step like a child who had lost his way.

Soon, they came to a dark stone room. In the middle of the room were two huge stone beds, on which lay two figures.

"Second Master Zhuo, we've arrived. Now, you can open your eyes and look around. Your father and brother are here, but... I hope you can be mentally prepared." Ying Zhao said softly, and after that, he gently loosened his hand around Zhuo Yichen and took a few steps back to leave enough space for Zhuo Yichen.

Zhuo Yichen took a deep breath, trying to calm his fear and anxiety, and then he slowly opened his eyes. When his eyes fell on the figures on the two stone beds, he froze in place as if struck by lightning. He saw his father and brother lying side by side, their faces as pale as paper, their eyes closed, as if they had been asleep for a long time.

"Father! Brother!" Zhuo Yichen cried out in grief, his legs softened, and he fell to his knees, then crawled a few steps on his knees and pounced on Zhuo Yuanling's body. The tears that he had been holding back could no longer be suppressed at this moment, and burst out like a flood, and each crystal teardrop slid down his thin cheeks and dripped onto Zhuo Yuanling's clothes.

Zhuo Yuanling, who was in a coma, seemed to be separated from the outside world by a thick curtain, and his consciousness was unclear, but at that moment, he seemed to vaguely feel his youngest son's hot tears dripping on his cheeks. These few drops of hot tears were like a flash of lightning that pierced the dark night sky, causing his originally motionless body to have a slight reaction.

His slender and pale fingers trembled slightly, like a candle swaying in the wind, weak but tenacious; under his tightly closed eyelids, his eyeballs rolled slowly, as if he was trying to open his eyelids and see the child who made him worried; his brows also involuntarily frowned slightly, forming shallow wrinkles, as if carrying endless worry and pain.

However, no matter how he struggled or tried, his heavy body was like being pressed down by a mountain. He could not break free from the shackles of coma, nor open his eyes as he wished.

At this moment, Zhuo Yuanling's anxiety was burning like a raging fire, but no one could see through his anxiety. He prayed to the heavens silently over and over again in his heart, praying that the almighty gods would have mercy and bless him to be safe.

Because he knew very well that his children were still young and innocent, full of confusion and ignorance about the world, and had no idea of ​​the difficulties and obstacles in life.

If I leave the child alone like this, how will this young child face the long road ahead in life?

Every time Zhuo Yuanling recalled the little moments he had spent with his youngest son, his heart ached. He regretted it endlessly, hating himself for always taking chances and always thinking that he and his youngest son still had plenty of time to waste.

He thought he could slowly teach his child to grow up, accompany him through spring, summer, autumn and winter, and witness him grow from immaturity to maturity. But now, fate has ruthlessly separated them, leaving him with only regret and self-blame.

I don't know if God really listened to Zhuo Yuanling's earnest prayers from the bottom of his heart, but a miracle happened - Zhuo Yuanling slowly opened his eyes that had been closed for a long time. He raised his right hand with difficulty and trembling, as if he wanted to grab something, but the hand finally fell down weakly as if it had lost its support.

"Xiaochen, don't be afraid..." Zhuo Yuanling's voice was as weak as a candle in the wind. Although it was extremely subtle, it was still clearly heard by Zhuo Yichen, who was crying in his arms. Zhuo Yichen raised his head abruptly when he heard the voice. Through his tearful eyes, he saw his father's face barely raising a faint smile. The pair of eyes that were originally dull and lifeless were now looking down at him gently.

"Father! You're awake. I thought...thought...that I would never see you again!" Zhuo Yichen was so excited that he was incoherent. Tears burst out like a dam breaking, and his joy was beyond words.

"Don't be afraid, child. Daddy is always here." However, Zhuo Yuanling was seriously injured after all, and it was only a matter of a moment that he woke up. After saying just a few words, he closed his eyes again and fainted.

How could Zhuo Yichen bear such a heavy blow! Watching his father fall into a coma again, his heart was broken, and he cried out heartbreakingly: "Father! Father! Wake up! Don't leave me alone!"

Ying Zhao, who was watching this scene, knew that he couldn't let the situation continue to deteriorate. So, he immediately cast a spell, causing Zhuo Yichen, who was almost emotionally collapsed, to fall into a coma. Then, Ying Zhao hurried forward, stretched out his fingers and gently placed them on Zhuo Yuanling's pulse, and carefully checked. Time passed by minute by minute, until he was sure that Zhuo Yuanling was fine and his vital signs were stable, Ying Zhao's heart, which had been hanging high, finally relaxed a little and he breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Yingzhao, how is my Yuanbao doing now?" Along with a burst of anxious shouts, Hua Yu's clear and anxious voice came from far outside the door.

Ying Zhao, who was inside the room, heard the voice and hurriedly stood up and walked quickly to the door to welcome Hua Yu. He bowed slightly and said respectfully, "Your Highness, I saw that the young master could not bear the misfortune that the Zhuo clan leader had just woken up and fainted again. I was afraid that he would suffer a great shock, so I cast a spell to make him fall asleep."

Zhang Qiling, who was standing by, had been paying attention to Hua Yu's actions. When he saw the suggestive look in his eyes, he took a few steps forward and carefully and gently held Zhuo Yichen in his arms. Hua Yu quickly glanced at Zhuo Yichen's peaceful sleeping face, then stretched out his hand and placed it on his wrist, carefully checking his pulse. As expected, just as Ying Zhao said, Zhuo Yichen was indeed extremely sad, which caused his pulse to be disordered and his qi and blood to attack his heart.

"Make sure to treat Zhuo Yuanling and Zhuo Yixuan carefully. They must not die at this moment." Hua Yu looked at Ying Zhao solemnly and ordered solemnly. Then, he turned and nodded to Zhang Qiling, indicating that they could leave. Then, he took Zhang Qiling, who was holding Zhuo Yichen, and walked out of the door without hesitation, gradually walking away.

"Please rest assured, God!" Ying Zhao knelt down and kowtowed, indicating that he would follow Hua Yu's orders. After Hua Yu and others left, he quickly stood up and returned to the table, picked up the pen and thought for a moment, and soon wrote a detailed prescription for Zhuo Yuanling. After all, Zhuo Yuanling had already woken up, but his body was still very weak and urgently needed to recuperate by entering a deep sleep to restore his vitality.

However, when Ying Zhao saw Zhuo Yixuan lying on the other side, he didn't know what to do, because Zhuo Yixuan's vital signs were getting weaker and weaker, and he was able to survive until now entirely relying on the divine power that he had transferred to him.