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When Bai Yanjun was born, Qingqiu's everlasting clear blue sky was filled with blood-red clouds for the first time, and all the clouds merged into a thick cloud barrier, hanging over the sky of Qingqiu.

The cry of a baby in the room made Qing Shengyang's frowning slightly relaxed, but when Wen Po hugged Bai Yanjun in front of him in a panic, his heart sank again.

"What's the matter?!" He frowned and glanced at Wen Po, and then stared at the baby in the swaddle who was smiling brightly at him.

"Young master, he...he..." Wen Po was evasive.

"What's wrong with him?!" Qing Shengyang's voice became very soft, and even Wen Po, who had been in Qingqiu for many years, was a little surprised, but Qing Shengyang didn't seem to be aware of the change in his voice, and just stretched out his words on his own. Hold out your right index finger to tease the baby.

"What did you say!" Qing Shengyang withdrew his finger suddenly, his face was ashen.With a wave of the sleeve over the baby, the baby had recovered its fox body.

He glared at the baby fiercely, and walked away.

The sentence that the steady woman uttered tremblingly echoed in his ears all the time: Young master, he is an eight-tailed fox.

With the eight tails and this day's change, Qing Shengyang was sure that the baby and himself were destined to commit crimes.

After that, he never went to Yanmo's palace again, nor did he see the little fox again.If Yanmo hadn't suffered from lovesickness and passed away suddenly, he might never remember the mother and son in this life.

Yanmo is a mortal, and she didn't hold a big funeral, and it is even more impossible for her to be buried in Qingqiu.

Qing Shengyang arrived at a grassland outside Qingqiu with little Bai Yanjun dressed in white and with a sad expression, and put the small crystal coffin in his hand on the ground, only to see that the coffin became several times bigger as soon as it hit the ground.

"Child, cry." Qing Shengyang put his hand on little Bai Yanjun's head, and said sympathetically.

"My name is 'Bai Yanjun'!" Little Bai Yanjun shook his head in disgust, shaking off the palm of his head, "Mother said, let me learn anything, just don't learn to cry, don't learn to be cowardly!".

Qing Shengyang smiled faintly, pinched the face of Bai Yanjun who was shaking his head, and knelt down: "Take your father's surname, your brothers and sisters in Qingqiu all take your father's surname 'Qing'".

That was the first time Bai Yanjun heard the word "father".

He pursed his lips tightly, sniffed his nose, his face flushed with embarrassment.He turned his head to look at his mother who was lying in the crystal coffin—she was lying motionless, her face was pale, and the hair at the tips of her ears seemed to be still swaying in the wind.

He turned his head and looked at Qing Shengyang, and said solemnly: "I don't have a father, I only have a mother!".

Qing Shengyang only thought it was Bai Yanjun playing childish temper, and didn't pay much attention.But when the crowned Qing Shengyang didn't return to Qingqiu for a long time, he suddenly realized: that child doesn't want him anymore, or he never felt that he was his father.

"Why do you like orchids?" Her clear eyes suddenly turned from flowers to Bai Yanjun's face.

On the endless green grassland, she bent down and put her nose on the flowers growing out of the grass, smiling slightly.Bai Yanjun raised his hand and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his sleeve, and smiled innocently as he looked at the woman in a daze.

"Nianyao" Bai Yanjun called her softly.

"Huh?" The woman looked up suspiciously.

"Just calling you, it's fun"

"Ignore you!" Nian Yao blushed, pretending to be angry, and said angrily.

"Hey," Bai Yanjun smiled playfully.

After Nian Yao took out a bouquet of orchids from her basket and handed it to Bai Yanjun, Bai Yanjun hugged her.

Nian Yao was met by Bai Yanjun in front of the grave when he paid homage to his mother. She was dressed in white, and she took out a handful of orchids from the basket and put them in front of the grave.

Bai Yanjun looked up at her, and she said: "If you only come to see her alone, she will feel lonely, and you can send a bouquet of flowers."

"My mother is afraid of being lonely." Bai Yanjun said flatly, "Very, very afraid."

Nian Yao just looked at him and smiled slightly: "I will accompany you and her in the future.".

At that time, Bai Yanjun was only eight thousand years old, and he looked like an eight-year-old child in the mortal world.And Nian Yao is only six years old.

"□□I have never been swept by a guest, the Pengmen is now open for you" Nian Yao shyly put her mouth on Bai Yanjun's ear and blushed a lot when she finished speaking.

"I want to know each other with you, and my longevity will never end. The mountains have no tombs, the rivers are exhausted, the thunders in winter, the rain and snow in summer, the heaven and the earth are united, so I dare to die with you."