hate dragon

Because of a day of trouble with Qing'er, Qing He's physical strength was a bit exhausted, even though he slept all night, he was still more drowsy than usual, but he didn't know that a child full of energy came running excitedly.

"Mother, mother..." Qing'er excitedly called out to her mother on the bed.Ke Qinghe just turned over and continued to sleep.

"Mother!" Qing'er, who felt neglected by her mother, persevered in continuing her big plan. Today Qing'er brought something good for her mother.

Taking a look at the bright red fruit in her hand, Qing'er became more determined to wake up her mother.Originally, Qing'er wanted to make mung bean cakes for her mother, but her father said that her mother didn't like sweet things, so Qing'er ran to pick wild fruits for her mother obediently.

"Mother, Qing'er brought some beautiful fruits to Mother, please take a look at Qing'er." Obviously Qing'er is extremely persistent in making Mother happy.

"Hmm..." Qinghe frowned slightly when she was really disturbed by the voice next to her ear.

"Mother, mother is awake? Mother, look quickly, this is picked by Qing'er." Hearing mother's response, Qing'er handed the little red fruit to mother as if offering a treasure.

"Hmm..." Qing'er didn't know what Qing'er was talking about at all, Qinghe just agreed instinctively.

"Mother, eat." Qing'er handed the little red fruit to Mother's mouth.

"Yeah." Just knowing that it was Qing'er who was talking, Qing He didn't have any resistance, and opened his mouth very naturally to swallow what Qing'er handed to his mouth, and it was too late to react.

"Mother..." Qing'er looked strangely at her mother who suddenly woke up.

"Qing'er, what is this?" Frightened by the smell of something he had just swallowed, Qing He immediately jumped up, and after seeing the thing in Qing'er's hand, he broke into a cold sweat.

"Hong Guoguo." Qing'er said happily.

"You... where did you come from?" Not understanding why Qing'er would bring this thing, Qing He said while suppressing trembling.

"Qing'er has eaten it before. It's delicious. My father said that my mother doesn't like sweet ones, so Qing'er went to pick them. Does my mother like it?" Mother praised him.

"Hi, I like it... Qing'er doesn't think the Hongguoguo you eat is a bit different from the one you used to eat?" Calm down, Qing He pointed out Qing'er's big mistake tremblingly.

"Huh?" Qing'er looked at the little red fruit in her hand suspiciously, not understanding the difference between the red fruit in her hand and the one she ate before, it seemed that the previous red fruit was bigger, but it was the same as adults and children , Hongguoguo also has large and small fruits.

"Mother doesn't like it? Isn't the red fruit delicious?" Qing'er was slightly disappointed, it was obviously delicious.

"Uh... not for this reason..." How to explain now.

"Qing'er, haven't you eaten?" Asking the question she was most worried about, Qing He looked at Qing'er with a little fear.

"Qing'er didn't eat it. Qing'er wanted to give mother what Qing'er liked, but Qing'er didn't eat it." Thinking that mother wanted to say that she was a greedy cat, Qing'er shook her head vigorously.

"It's fine if you don't eat it, it's fine if Qing'er doesn't eat it..." After all, there is no need to worry about Qing'er, but what should I do now, Qinghe is in distress.

"Well, Qing'er gave all the red fruits to mother." Quickly snatching this "very harmful" thing, Qinghe didn't know what to do anymore.

"Mother likes it, Qing'er will pick it again." Seeing her mother "appreciating" her red fruit so much, Qing'er jumped out of bed excitedly.

"Don't go!" Grabbed Qing'er quickly, but forgot about his current situation, Qinghe almost fell down with his legs limp.

"Well, Qing'er, mother can't accompany you today, why don't you go and play by yourself?" Qing He really admired herself for being able to speak so easily.

"Why, is mother uncomfortable?" This was the only reason Qing'er could think of.

"No...it's..." Not knowing how to explain the current situation, Qing He was at a loss for words for a while, but Qing'er mistakenly thought that Mother was really uncomfortable.

"Mother, are you feeling unwell? Qing'er will blow it off for you." Qing'er, who thought that Qinghe was uncomfortable, jumped onto the bed again and hugged Qinghe's body, blowing it on.

"Um... Qing'er, mother is really uncomfortable, can Qing'er let mother sleep for a while?" Taking advantage of her own control and before Qing'er noticed her abnormality, Qinghe hurriedly put Qing'er away. Take it outside the door.

"But..." Qing'er was still unwilling to be taken outside by Qinghe.

"Qing'er is good." Before coaxing Qing'er, Qing He closed the door and locked it.

"Mother..." Qing'er outside the door looked at the closed door pitifully.

Seeing the bright red fruit on the bed, Qinghe was speechless. Where did Qinger pick so many? Isn't this thing very cherished?Now I can only blame myself for being sleepy, obviously I never did it before, and my body has become weaker, but what should I do now...

The only thing I'm lucky about now is that I have a bathroom in my bedroom, and without even thinking about it, Qinghe buried herself in the cold pool water...

As soon as he returned from court, Mingsu was worrying about the affairs of court. Immortals should not be detached and open-minded, but now they are consistent and rigid. Rubbing between his eyebrows, Mingsu tried his best to be as calm as possible, Qinghe is always extremely sensitive , Mingsu didn't want these things to bother Qinghe again, so he changed himself to protect him this time.

Thinking about Qinghe wholeheartedly, Mingsu also came to Qinghe's bedroom very quickly. In fact, during Mingsu's three years as the emperor of heaven, Mingsu also lived here, but after Qinghe came back, Mingsu moved to the imperial study. Not admitting that he was able to persevere through Qinghe's previous breath, and it is this little bit that makes Mingsu feel more guilty.

As soon as he turned the corner, Mingsu saw Qing'er standing pitifully at the door of Qinghe, what's the matter, Qinghe won't let Qing'er in, and Qing'er won't be able to get in, but Mingsu has been shut down several times , Every time I have to borrow Qing'er to get in.

"Qing'er, what's the matter?" Ming Su asked, unable to bear Qing'er standing like this.

Seeing her father coming, Qing'er rushed over immediately, why didn't mother sleep well, Qing'er stood there for a long time.

"Is mother still awake?" Mingsu was slightly puzzled.

Now Mingsu has long been able to freely call Qinghe Qing'er's mother, and is very happy to be able to call him that, but every time Qinghe hears it, he will be stared at, but Ming Mingqinghe does not reject Qing'er's name, this can only be said to be Discriminatory treatment, but Mingsu dare not complain.

"Mother said she was going to sleep..." Qing'er didn't say that her mother kicked herself out.

"Do you still want to sleep? Then why doesn't Qing'er stay with mother?" Every time Qing'er clings to Qinghe, it's impossible to come out just because Qinghe still wants to sleep. Mingsu has already understood Qing'er very well through too much experience. "Habits".

"Mother said she wanted to sleep alone." Qing'er also wanted to accompany mother, Qing'er had never slept with mother before, the father said that mother was not in good health and could not sleep with Qing'er, But Qing'er really wanted to.

"Sleeping by yourself?" Mingsu was also a little strange, it seemed impossible for Yiqing and Qing'er to dote on her.

"Then Qing'er, don't make mother tired today, father and Qing'er will wait for mother to wake up together, okay?" Mingsu has no choice, if Qinghe doesn't even let Qing'er in, then it's even more impossible for him.

"Qing'er is very good today, and Qing'er went to pick a lot of red fruits for mother." Qing'er did not forget to boast to her father.

"Hong Guoguo? What Hong Guoguo?" Mingsu didn't understand.

"It's what my father gave Qing'er before. It's sweet and sour." Apparently, Qing'er hasn't forgotten this delicious food.

"Kirin fruit?" Mingsu said the correct name.

The Qilin fruit is the holy fruit of the Qilin tribe. The Qilin tribe sent it to thank the Dragon Emperor for pleading for their lives. Knowing the preciousness of the Qilin fruit, Ming Su didn't intend to take it, but he thought that the Qilin fruit would be good for the weak Qing'er. Mingsu accepted it, and of course gave it to Qing'er, but where did the unicorn fruit come from in the heaven?

"Qing'er, did you feed your mother?" Mingsu hoped it wasn't something strange, secretly worried.

"Mother ate it." Qing'er didn't understand what was wrong.

"Did the mother say anything after eating?" Now Mingsu can only hope so.

"Uh..." Qing'er tilted her head and thought carefully, "Mother seems to say that she feels uncomfortable..." Qing'er finally thought of it and said softly.

"Is Qinghe uncomfortable?" He whispered to himself, Mingsu was really worried.Sure enough, there was still something strange, so Mingsu could only knock on the door now.

"Qinghe, how are you? Is there anything wrong?" Mingsu gently pushed the door but found that it was locked.

"Qinghe." Mingsu who didn't get a response could only speak out again.

"Mother..." Qing'er also yelled for her father, and slammed on the door with her little hand.

"Father, what's wrong with mother, why didn't you clear up Qing'er." Ever since she found her mother, she had never been so ignored by her mother, and Qing'er's face suddenly collapsed.

"Well, it may be that mother is too tired. Qing'er will ask Lv He to prepare some food, okay to eat when mother wakes up?" Mingsu's intuition let Mingsu know that Qinghe is busy now, otherwise Qinghe would not be able to let Qing'er go. outside the door.

"Oh." Every time Qing'er hears about her mother, she will do it obediently, and she still does it now.

After Qing'er walked away slowly, Mingsu knocked on the door loudly.

"Qinghe, if you don't answer, I will come in."

Still no answer.

Casting a spell casually, Mingsu looked at the open door and finally called softly.

"Qinghe, I'm coming in."