Crown Prince

"Okay, Paixiu," Zheng Heng glared at his third brother, then turned to ask his son gently: "Do you remember where you put your eggshells?"

The little Pixiu friend who was enthusiastic just now suddenly became vigilant and shrank into Zhaoming's arms, his white and tender face shook as if he had taken a stimulant: "No...no...Erchen...no balls... "

The White Dragon King straightened up speechless, looking at his son who was dressed in golden clothes.He remembered that when his precious son was born, the elders of the clan touched the old dragon's beard and nodded and said: "The nine sons of the dragon have a big mouth and no anus, they can only go in and out, eat everywhere, and only earn money." Don't pay... born to take all the wealth of the world - good dragon, good dragon! ! '

His dragon queen almost fainted when she heard the second sentence, but fortunately after his careful inspection, the little thing's front mouth is not big, and the little chrysanthemum on the back is also intact. Don't take it seriously.Unexpectedly, Pixiu has just transformed into a human form in 500 years. The first thing he does is he stammers and asks his father to build a palace...to put the treasures he collected when he was a young dragon.The White Dragon King finally understood that what the elder said was obviously a nightmare come true, and it was the most appropriate adjective for Pixiu.

"Pixiu, didn't you tell everyone that your eggshells are still there?" Zhengheng asked with a straight face.

Pai Xiu, the ninth son of the White Dragon King, immediately burst into tears with his big eyes, and his small mouth was pouted high: "Father...father...want...to grab my son's balls!!" The body turned back into a dragon shape when the clothes became empty.Naturally, among the nine sons of the White Dragon King, except for the fourth son, Pu Lao, who was born with a dragon-like shape, only slightly smaller, the other eight sons have their own appearances, and none of them are the same.After Pixiu was born, because he overheard gossip from the maid, he thought that he didn't look like his father and was picked up by him, so from then on, he pretended to mimic Jackie Chan in the form of Pixiu.This is without further ado.

At this moment, Zhao Ming held a palm-sized dragon cub with twitching corners of his mouth, watching his little nephew twist into an "O" shape for a while, and then bend into an "S" shape for a while, struggling to break free with his tail pouted, his chest The first two slender dragon claws are still tightly holding a small pearl-sized bead, which is inlaid on a gold chain, shining golden.

"..." Zhengheng's eyelids twitched, he stared at him and stretched out his hand.

"To the royal father."

Pixiu has been wronged to the extreme, from his birth till now, only other people give him things, otherwise never.However, he is just a dragon cub who has not been transformed for a long time after all, and he still has natural admiration and awe for his father, so he reluctantly sobbed and handed the pearl to the White Dragon King with his thin claws, and then He raised his head and burst into tears.

"Mother... Queen Mother... Emperor Father... Woowa... Bullying me——"

The entire Lingchi of Xuanyuan Palace shook, and the four guarding giant dragons breathed impatiently, and they didn't even bother to open their eyes.

Nianxing finally took his eyes off his son and looked at Pixiu.Pixiu is white, tender and plump, most similar in appearance to his son, and can help him transform into a dragon, so he looked at his nephew with a softer gaze, and walked towards the little guy.

Pixiu cried so much that his nose and tears were all over his face, he could only feel the breath of his uncle enveloping him, and then he was carried to the Guling Terrace, lying on a soft "cushion".

"Didn't Pixiu always want a younger brother?" Nian Xing's low voice seemed unexpectedly gentle: "Pixiu has always said that there is a lack of a younger brother in the collection... If you give the eggshell to the Great Emperor, you will have a younger brother... Do you want a younger brother, or eggshell?"

The fifth child, the Black Dragon King Chongli, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said, "If the crown prince is born, the eggshell will still be yours."

Pixiu got up jerkily, sat on his tail and stared at the sleeping Li Ying.My younger brother is older than him... but it's white, soft, and smells delicious... Su...

Xianren watched Pixiu wiping his saliva with a black face, and then changed back into a little doll with a bang, still naked.So there were two fat dolls with no clothes on their stomachs lying on the table.

"Eggy...give it to my younger brother...and uh..." Pixiu tried hard to turn the corner: "Then return Eggy to Erchen...Erchen still...has Eggy!!"

"..."

"..."

Xianren patted his fourth brother on the shoulder, and said comfortingly: "The fourth brother has successors... someone has successors!"

The problem of the dragon egg was solved, and the White Dragon King quickly picked up his disgraced young son, dressed him, and left in a hurry.Standing at the door of Lingchi Hall, Nian Xing could still feel his nephew's mournful gaze from far away—but he didn't know whether the gaze was aimed at Li Ying or Eggshell.

"Eggy————" Pixiu's crying voice suddenly came from afar.

Oh... it's for eggshells.Nian Xing turned around calmly, took out the pearl-sized egg and placed it in the palm of his hand, a golden light floated in his palm, and then the small eggshell slowly spun, turning bigger and bigger, and finally the gleam faded, a palm A very round dragon egg appeared in Nian Xing's hand.It's just that the corner of the dragon's egg is missing a more rounded opening, which was made when Pixiu was born.

Nian Xing carried the dragon egg to his son, and kissed his rosy cheek.He lifted his left hand slightly, and Li Ying's hand floated up gently, a drop of bright red blood burst out from his white and tender middle finger, floating in the air.The Dragon Emperor tapped his thumb and middle finger lightly, and a drop of blood popped out instantly, blending with Li Ying's blood and emitting a dazzling red light.

"When my son wakes up, it will be another world."

Under the red light, these two drops of blood swirled and entangled with the dragon egg, and gradually merged into one. In less than a cup of tea, the dragon egg was intact, with faint red lines on it.

Nian Xing recognized this egg, it was exactly the appearance of the dragon's egg in Li Zhu's belly.After a long time, he thought of that woman again... and wondered if Li Ying would be like his mother or himself after he was born?

In a deep sleep, Li Ying once again experienced a dream from a long time ago.He kept traveling through time and space, and saw men and women who looked the same as him, or were completely different, happy or sad in different eras... Watching them grow up from babbling children, and experience a lifetime wind and rain.

Every life passes at such a speed like a slide show. For him, it seems that everything in the past is just clouds and smoke.Until his life as Li Ying.

It never occurred to me that such a humble Li Ying, like a speck of dust in the world, would turn his life upside down with the slightest breeze... He has lived peacefully for more than twenty years, and the biggest setbacks are nothing but Just took Xu Bing's hand and ran away from home.Even if she separated from Xu Bing in the end, it seemed nothing compared to the hesitation of leaving her adoptive father when she was young.Then he met Nianxing.

Li Ying couldn't help laughing.That shouldn't count as an encounter.Didn't Nian Xing say that...he was by his side long ago, but he only saw him in the last life after his eighth life.The man was as handsome as a fairy, but the first thing he knew was his face facing the light when he woke him up, and his back in the kitchen making breakfast for himself.

Why does his embrace make people nostalgic?

Yan Xing is completely different from Wang Han. Wang Han is like the adoptive father in his memory. Although one is modern and the other is ancient, one lives a good life and the other makes a living by hunting and chopping firewood, but they all have a faint smell of sweat on their bodies, with simple smiles, and they are generous when hugging him He rubbed the back of his head with his palm, reassuring.

But Rang Xing is different, he has an elegant figure, handsome features, and calm eyes.When hugging himself, there is always a faint fragrance on his body... Li Ying always feels very calm when he is with him, different from the passion that passes by in a century in the world, like thick wine that has been aged for a long time, there should be no rush Slowly flowing out.

Li Ying breathed out calmly, and then found that his body gradually melted, condensed, and finally turned into a small young dragon, which flew into the air involuntarily.

'My son... come here, father. '

A pair of slender jade hands opened to him, and then gently and gently hugged him.

Now I finally understand that these hands are the hands of Yan Xing.

Sometimes the unknown fate is also very interesting. The fear of being knocked out of his world by someone at the beginning has disappeared at this moment.

All that remains is utterly reassuring sleepiness.

Yan Xing watched his son's little golden dragon soul come out of his body, then carefully approached the dragon egg floating beside him, and squeezed in.The lifeless dragon egg flashed golden light, and then seemed to be given life, tumbling in the air, rolling in front of Nian Xing, extremely lively.

The corners of His Majesty Dragon Emperor's mouth curled up into an extremely gentle smile, just like when he took it from Li Zhu back then, his jade pupils were filled with joy.

His child, the only child in his life.

I hope you are born.

The golden light conceived by the Dragon Prince shone out from the Spirit Pool Hall——almost illuminated the entire Dragon City.From the upper city to the lower city, all the people of Dragon City were ecstatic and fell to the ground.

The hope that has been dry for thousands of years is fulfilled at this moment.

The Dragon Emperor finally had a son.

And the Luanfeng Hall was already in chaos.

"Why is the result still like this------!!!"

Hongling is no longer as elegant and glamorous as it used to be.She frantically waved her gauze sleeves, and smashed all the jade and porcelain around her to the ground. The gauze curtain in the hall was torn to pieces, and the whole hall was filled with a scorched and bursting air.

"Dragon Empress...Dragon Empress calm down..." The close female officer Qing Yan lay tremblingly on the jade floor, trying to appease Hong Ling: "It's just...just a son who hasn't been born yet...it won't affect...affect your status..."

"Shut up——!!" Hong Ling interrupted her sharply, screaming hysterically: "I don't want to be the Dragon Queen—Damn Dragon Queen!!" Her bright red hair was messy, and her snow-white chest In the violent ups and downs of anger and great disappointment, a pair of flame pupils seemed to be burning, and he cried: "I only want to be that person's queen... I only want to be his wife-but why am I here, why am I trapped?" Here - watching others laugh at me and bully me -!!"