dragon pen

The second day of Zhu Jiuyin's long tail.

Beijing, come to the inn together.

It was different from the bustling scene of the courtiers in the imperial city, the street outside the imperial city was empty at this moment, the inn door was closed to thank the guests, and the flood control sandbags were piled up in front of the door.

There is enough water on the streets to cover the knees of adults.

The black-haired boy leaned on the edge of the window with his chin propped up, a drop of rain dripping from the eaves onto his nose.He shivered, stood up on tiptoes and looked down, and then let out an "ah"——

"Jiujiu, I don't know whose basin downstairs has floated past."

"What basin?"

Behind him, a lazy magnetic male voice sounded.There was a commotion from the direction of the picture scroll, and after a while, I saw a emerald dragon tail poking out triumphantly and shaking it——

"Little idiot, when it comes to the water basin, why don't you get a basin of hot water to wipe my tail? I haven't felt the moisture of hot water for a long time. If you can sprinkle some roses in the water basin for me go fishy"

"Use ginger to remove fishy smell."

"?"

"The ginger is marinated and then deep-fried to ensure that it is crispy and tasteless, and it melts in the mouth."

The dragon tail flicked back and forth outside the picture scroll, and when the young man turned around, he shrank back. In the picture scroll, the tall and handsome real dragon king sat on a pine branch with his long sleeves. Looking at the boy outside the picture scroll with a serious face: it seems that the flirt who just clamored to take a flower bath has nothing to do with him.

"Ninety-nine," Zhang Ziyao leaned closer to the scroll, and tapped it with his fingers, "Outside the city is flooded, the farmhouse has been washed away, and the people are starving. Stop the rain."

Zhu Jiuyin: ""

Again.

It doesn't bother me to say the same words a hundred and eighty times in different ways every day.

Zhu Jiuyin looked indifferent: "You little idiot, do you not understand human language? I have told you hundreds of times that there are definite disasters in this world. When it rains, it will rain. It doesn't matter if I say stop it." able--"

"I listened to you and moved out of the palace! I listened to your advice and chose this dilapidated inn! I followed your advice and chose an unreasonably large and wasteful upper-class room! What, what? It’s all up to you, why can’t you just listen to me?!”

Zhang Ziyao made a sudden attack.

Zhu Jiuyin was taken aback for a moment, lowered his head and thought carefully about the child outside the scroll—the face was puffy, his usually fair face was reddened by excitement, and his eyes were bulging out like goldfish, staring fiercely at him: It seems that if there is a disagreement, the painting will be torn apart.

Humph.

childish.

Zhu Jiuyin sat up straight again, and snorted completely truthfully: "Isn't it for your own good to let you move out of Prince Rui's mansion? He plots against you and will eat you up sooner or later, and you are a gangster If you can't give birth to a baby, you can't be a mother by virtue of your child in the future, so you can only live alone in the palace all your life. How miserable is that? Can I leave you alone at that time? I can't, so wait until you are miserable and ask me if you want to steal the queen Laojun's yin and yang fertility medicine, I can't get rid of that old face—"

"I haven't told you what I've said to the prince for more than a day, but you can make up a complete story?"

"This does not prevent the ambiguous atmosphere in the air when you talk."

"Being a storyteller has a better future than being a god. Believe me! 'There is an ambiguous atmosphere floating in the air' What is that? Now we are like this?" Zhang Ziyao was so angry that he wanted to scratch the wall, "According to your logic, if you want Fertility medicine is also born with you!"

""

""

The words landed.

The house fell into a moment of silence, only the heavy rain outside the house, and the sound of splashing rain only made the dead silence inside the house even more abrupt.

Zhu Jiuyin: "Remind me, now it's called 'the atmosphere of embarrassment floating in the air'."

Zhang Ziyao: ""

Zhang Ziyao bit the bullet and stared at the empty-faced Zhu Jiuyin for a moment, and finally lost, his cheeks were hot and he twisted his head away... On the other hand, a certain dragon sitting on a branch looked calm, like an old driver He bent down slightly and said, "I knew that apart from my boundless magic power, my charm is also unreasonable. Gods block and kill gods and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas, but you idiot, we haven't known each other for a long time, so you are anxious to give it to me." This gentleman gave birth to a little dragon god, isn't that a bit—"

""

"I heard from Chang'e earlier that everyone who gave birth to a child is to go to the gate of hell, and you will die of pain casually. Have you figured it out?"

"I'm not--"

"Although there are everything in the alchemy furnace of Taishang Laojun, there may be painkillers"

"I just--"

"But the most difficult thing is that I'm not good at Long Yang."

"I did not say--"

"Ah, little idiot, you won't threaten me with the release of the seal in the future, and you will be annoyed if you force me? I tell you that the melons twisted by force are not sweet, and the children born by forcibly sowing seeds are not smart and beautiful enough. Children Not being smart enough to be beautiful is a big problem, when the time comes, I will be ridiculed by all the immortals—”

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Paper dragon! What kind of life is born!"

Zhang Ziyao jumped up and stretched out his hand to cover the mouth of the man in the painting, but the latter leaned back to avoid it with a look of disgust——

Lift your legs at the same time.

A dragon's tail suddenly poked out from the scroll and patted Zhang Ziyao's head heavily——

"Who is the paper dragon talking about? Say it again if you have the ability?"

Papapa took another three consecutive shots.

Zhang Ziyao was so photographed that his head almost moved from his neck, he quickly grabbed the other's slippery tail with both hands, and forced it back into the painting. After a flash of light, the handsome man in the painting sat upright on the pine branch again, with his slender legs Flicking the ashes on the emerald boots with his fingertips, he raised his eyelids and glanced at Zhang Ziyao meanly: "The dragon rain lasts for three days and three nights, and the stop of the rain will make people laugh."

"The folks laughed at you every day, and I didn't see what happened to you. Now you have become a piece of paper, but now you have the burden of an idol. Let's not tell you this, let's be reasonable. If it rains again, there will be a flood. After the flood, it will be a famine, and after the famine, it will be a plague—you just find a broken tail, so that everyone in the world will die to celebrate you?"

"Oh." Zhu Jiuyin was completely unmoved, "Celebrate with the whole world?"

"Putian Tongqing is not used in this way!" Zhang Ziyao was so angry that he grabbed the bottom of the scroll and shook wildly. He stopped when he saw the person in the scroll shaking and almost fell off the branch. "It is said in the book that only good people can become gods. How can such a bad guy like you become a god—”

"The evil god is also a god." Zhu Jiuyin scratched her chin and retorted calmly.

Although his other hand, which was taking precautions to grab the tree trunk, exposed him.

Zhang Ziyao was angry when he saw his appearance of "nothing to do with himself" - he was holding back evil fire - now his blood was rushing to the top of his head, he raised his hand again, He slapped the picture scroll——

The wall vibrated slightly from his pounding.

A stranger came from the next room and cursed: "Which home has no mother who refuses to sleep there at night talking to herself and singing in a show now? Is there an end?!"

Zhang Ziyao withdrew his hand abruptly, and at the same time heard the person in the painting on the wall say in a rare serious tone: "Zhang Ziyao, the big brother next door is right, don't make an inch of your time with me in the middle of the night—" ——I told you a hundred times, this dragon rain will last for three days and three nights, and it will not work for a while longer, or a moment less. This is the rule, the rule that existed before your ancestors were born, no one can change it, no one can change it! There’s no way to stop the rain, don’t worry about making the Holy Mother ill, the news that the Queen Mother’s celestial artifact has been missing for a few days has just spread in the Heavenly Court, and the Jade Emperor has taken the blame for you, and now I’m full of evil fire, and I didn’t even tell you!”

"What kind of blame does the Jade Emperor have to blame for the clothes I took! Don't you say that the Queen Mother has too many clothes to breathe, and she will know if one is missing?"

"You little brat just doesn't understand that a woman's wardrobe has more hairs and less cloth. She can find that it has nothing to do with whether she wears it or not. Now people insist that the Jade Emperor used it to please other goddesses! "

"It's ridiculous! Didn't you return the clothes a few days ago?!"

"Then the Jade Emperor is going to come back after being found guilty of his whereabouts," Zhu Jiuyin said with sympathy, "The death was even worse."

""

"So you should be quiet recently and don't cause trouble. If the rain is not good, it will not only alarm the higher-ups, but also the troublesome master who I told you before will appear at that time. Should we kill it or kill it? it?!"

"What else is your mind full of besides killing?"

"Yes! For example, beat you! If you beg me for something else today, maybe I will still—"

"I want to eat fried dragon tail."

"presumptuous!"

"You stop the rain?"

"Non-stop."

"Okay." Zhang Ziyao raised his hand, and slapped the scroll hard again, "Okay!"

After saying that, Zhang Ziyao took a step back, and stared at Zhu Jiuyin for a few seconds, seeing that the person in the painting was also determined and unmoved—he finally gritted his teeth as if he had made up his mind, and turned back to the bedside , grabbing the bundle thrown at the corner of the bed, striding out, not squinting at the picture scroll when passing by!

"Where are you going?!" The person in the picture scroll finally moved. He turned into a dragon shape, with his claws clasped on the edge of the picture scroll, and he seemed to be desperately stretching his head to look out of the picture, "Where are you going in the middle of the night?!"

"Go home!" Zhang Ziyao said impatiently.

"I said you little idiot, you have a stubborn temper like a donkey, the rain outside is leaking into your brain, right? Shake it quickly, can you hear the sound of the sea—"

At this time, one of Zhang Ziyao's legs had already stepped over the threshold.

The dragon in the painting swallowed the unfinished ridicule, flicked its tail impatiently, and spoke with a rare trace of irritability in his tone: "Wait, come back to me."

Zhang Ziyao turned his head and looked at him silently, with a clear sentence written on his face: I will give you one last chance, if you make a mistake, we will say goodbye.

Zhu Jiuyin: "It's flooded outside, you swim back?"

"I want you to take care of it!"

These were the last three words Zhang Ziyao said to Zhu Jiuyin.

All that was left as a gift to him was the earth-shattering sound of closing the door.

""

The dragon in the painting was stunned for a moment. He hadn't recovered from the beginning. After the room finally calmed down, he finally realized that the human had not only really gone, but also gone far away. , he sat back among the broken mountains and rocks, raised his legs, propped his chin with one hand, frowned, and looked irritable.

——It seems that I am really old.

Zhu Jiuyin thought.

Or it's menopause.

Thinking back to the time when Sun Houzi made a big fuss in the Heavenly Palace and kicked over Lao Tzu's magical weapon frame, and the top-grade artifact that others dreamed of was shattered.

What the hell is going on?

The more Zhu Jiuyin thought about it, the more irritable he became, and the rain outside was still pattering crazily, and the sound reached his ears, and it became more and more like noise... Really, it was very noisy.

Zhang Ziyao was quite right.

Ok?

Damn it, I bah!

"Poyu, why is it raining? It can't stop for a while!"

A man's curses sounded in the empty room.

After a while, there was only a clear "snap", and the painting that was originally hung on the wall was closed in a way full of irritability.