I heard that God is very protective

I don't know how many times he has heard this kind of remarks since he was taken back to heaven.I thought that my heart had long been numb, and I shouldn't have any reaction to it.In the end, I realized that I...may not be as powerful as I imagined.

"The crown prince of the Heavenly Clan is a matter of great concern to the common people in the three realms. Your Majesty, think twice."

"His Royal Highness Zehao is not the only choice for the second lineage of the Creation Divine Vein. His Royal Highness Zehuang, the posthumous son of Zhenjun Xuanyuan, has even better bloodline power!"

"His Royal Highness Zehao's bloodline is weak, but his talent is mediocre. If he succeeds in the future, his strength will be difficult to convince the public, and it will inevitably lead to turmoil in the Three Realms."

"Your Majesty, Your Highness Zehao..."

Hearing that His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven had an edict, he immediately set off and rushed to Zichen Hall where His Majesty was.Xuanzhao's celestial attendant took him behind the curtain in the side hall with ease, and then left quietly.

Through the hazy gauze and thin walls, nothing can be seen clearly.He walked lightly to part the curtain and walked to the edge of the thin wall. His amber eyes were hidden behind the square hole in the wall, secretly watching every move in the main hall.

I still can't see clearly, but the gods who can participate in the establishment of the heavenly reserve are presumably those high-ranking gods in the Nine Heavens.He turned back to the original place, closed his eyes and focused on the sounds in the main hall one by one.

Average talent, weak strength, impure blood, withdrawn personality, bad manners...

He recognized the evaluation of the gods on him.His mother is just a little fairy in the Underworld, how can she be worthy of His Majesty the Emperor of Heaven?If he is not the only son of the Emperor of Heaven now, and that His Majesty is running out of time, how could he think of taking him back?

He doesn't want to be the God of Heaven, and he doesn't have the ability to be the God of Heaven.

The heaven is beautiful, the sun is shining, and the sea of ​​clouds is heavy.The stars are shining in front of the pilgrimage building, and the rosy clouds are shining outside the Hall of Lingxiao.Jinque, Yinluan and Zifu, Qihua Yaocao and Qiongqiao.Famous flowers that have been cherished for thousands of years can be seen everywhere here, and embroidered grasses that have been green for thousands of years... This is the fairyland that the people of the three worlds yearn for, but it is a cage that fetters him.

He doesn't like it here.He wants to go back to Hades, and listen to lonely ghosts and wild ghosts telling unknown stories by the Wangchuan River; watch how the demons and ghosts choose between life and love on the Naihe Bridge;

"..." The gods were so worried about him that he was relieved.

"Let's go here." Zehao thought to himself, "It's good to be an unfettered little fairy in the underworld."

He turned around and left without hesitation.He wanted to take off his crimson gauze clothes, take off the jade hairpin, take off the beaded shoes, and return the temporary golden medal with purple ribbon that belonged to the crown prince.After doing all this, forget about his worries and give him back his freedom.

He stepped away, but the servant did not stop him, but led the way in front of him uncharacteristically.

Zichen Hall is the residence of the Emperor of Heaven, occupying a huge area of ​​Yunting.The corridors of the complex roads are exquisitely carved.Three eaves and four clusters are carved with dragons and phoenixes layer by layer.He hasn't walked every road here, although he has been many times.At this moment, I was preoccupied with something, so I didn't care whether the road under my feet led to the side door to go out.That's why the fairy servant led him around outside the hall, through the long corridor, and when he reached the unknown pavilion at the end, he suddenly realized.

"You..." Before he could question the Immortal Attendant, he raised his head and met the pair of amber pupils in the pavilion that were exactly like him.No, it should be that he is exactly the same as her.

Her pupils are like deep streams in the mountains, so calm and serene.Dressed in white clothes, she will always be peerless.Her outstanding temperament and pretty face make her irresistible wherever she goes.It's just that the coldness between the brows and the God's coercion released from the whole body also make people dare not look directly.

"Your Majesty..." The Immortal Attendant who led the way respectfully bowed to Fenghua sitting in the pavilion.

Fenghua bowed her head lightly, the fairy servant bowed to her again, took three steps back before turning and leaving.

"Aunt... Aunt..."

The sound of the fairy servant stepping on the wooden boards of the corridor when he left finally pulled him back from the state of trance.He turned to Fenghua, raised his sleeves, and bowed.

"Sit." Fenghua said, his voice was hoarse.When we first met her, her voice was distinct, clear and magnetic, like springs hitting stones and wind blowing trees.Now, her voice is dry and hoarse like that of a weather-beaten and old man, giving people the feeling that the speaker will die in a few words at any time.

"You?" Ze Hao was startled, took two steps forward, and suddenly stopped when he realized something was wrong, but he didn't know how to ask.

"It's okay, it's just a small injury last time." Fenghua knew what he was thinking and why.She wouldn't answer, but it was necessary to silence his question.

"Injured? My aunt's body is peaceful in the three realms, I hope you will take care of your phoenix body!" Ze Hao's pupils shrank, and he spoke eagerly.Sincere words, sincere eyes.

Ze Hao didn't even notice it, the word Sichuan was already wrinkled between his brows.He was still young, and there was not a trace of excess flesh on his handsome face, so the Sichuan character between his brows was almost squeezed out.Looking at his tense expression, Fenghua felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart.

Ze Hao was really worried, worried about the only one who gave him warmth - relatives.

Since his mother passed away, he has no relatives in the underworld, only friends.After being taken back to heaven, the gods respected him because of his status, so that he didn't even have friends.Surrounding him are mostly little gods and immortals with their own ghosts, all of them are cunning and sophisticated.So he always thought of the Sanji Fairy who came to Hades that day, the legendary God of War of the Three Realms.

She arrived on white clouds, and the long-lost golden luster lit up in the dark underworld for many years.Clusters of green or blue will-o'-the-wisps floating in the air gradually dimmed under the threat of golden light.Just like the morning sun breaks through the clouds, using the sky as the curtain, the brilliant rays of the sun fade away as the red sun rises, dispelling the darkness and mist covering the sky and the earth one by one.

The person who came was wearing an ordinary-looking white dress, which was the most respected color in the heavens, and it contrasted sharply with the black clothes worn by the people in the underworld.He often heard people say that the gods in the Nine Heavens are all beautiful women with fluttering robes.Now it seems that it is true.

Fenghua stood up in the air, his sleeves were windless, and the magic soldiers hanging around his waist released endless divine power, so that the wailing and grievances of little ghosts in the underworld were suspended.Under the leadership of Hades, the gods of the underworld knelt down, she was like a white-feathered crane that fell into the black crows.

The underworld is dark, and the gods here are wearing black robes that blend into the darkness, and they seem to have unkind faces just now, even ferocious.However, compared to the hanged ghosts with their long tongues sticking out, the headless man, and the wriggling remains of Wangchuan Hanoi passing by the Naihe Bridge, these gods of the underworld can be said to have regular facial features and beautiful features.After all, compared to the incomplete, wandering souls and inferior ghosts in the underworld, they have normal faces.

She opened her mouth lightly, and her ethereal and cold voice swayed from the air.Like a waterfall hanging nine days high, it rushes down from the towering mountain.Pedestrians can only vaguely see the section of the waterfall that is not hidden in the clouds and mist through the long distance and heavy mist.But the buzzing sound of the water falling from a high place and crashing into the embrace of the valley and river is heard intermittently, reminding those who stop by that all this is not false.

When everyone heard the words, they stood up, and the King of Hades immediately stepped forward to wait for orders.The high status of the high god from the ninth heaven of heaven can be seen from the trembling and cautious attitude of all the big figures in the underworld.

It was extremely quiet, the underworld, which is usually filled with the howling of ghosts and wolves, has never been so quiet.He was at the end of the line welcoming Shangshen, with his head bowed, without saying a word.

"Aman."

"!"

In order to welcome God, the tight-fitting travel clothes of the underworld servants were also replaced with loose official uniforms.The hands are twisted and twisted under the wide sleeves, implying that the owner of the hands has already wandered around.In this sudden cry, he came back to his senses.

The crowd did not know when to recede, giving way to a path that was neither wide nor narrow.Everyone on the side of the road bowed their heads in great respect, and the God in white came steadily.The amber pupils suddenly enlarged, and the wringing hands in the sleeves also stopped in a daze.The light-colored eyes reflected a cloud-like white and floating figure, as well as the sharp facial features and sharp eyebrows of the visitor.

"Zehao..."

The impressive eyebrows and facial features of the person in front of him gradually overlapped, but Fenghua's hoarse voice reminded him that things were different.

In the underworld, the Fenghua Shangshen who came here by order, only at that time his eyes belonged to him.Even though the gaze was sober, cold, deep, and sharp, without any emotion, it did pass through the crowd and fell on him.

Then he was brought back to the Heavenly Court, and he almost never saw this famous aunt again.All the news about her that he got was about a certain victory in a certain battle, pointed at by the God of War Fenghua Jianfeng, and the rebels were frightened by the news.Or the battle situation is stalemate, and the rebel army is approaching the city, imploring the God of War Fenghua to lead his troops to help.Occasionally, when he heard that the God of War was returning to the palace, he rushed there and took a look at her from afar before she led her out.

After a long time, when I saw her again, she looked so weak, her whole body was much lighter.The handsome facial features became more three-dimensional, and there was no trace of blood on the thin face.Her thin lips were pale, her eyes were dim, and the coercion around her was gone.In the past, she was only regarded as a fairy standing against the wind and floating in the dust, but now she is like Zhilan who bends when the wind blows.

"I think you are very suitable." Seeing that Zehao didn't sit down, but stood aside and waited for instructions, Fenghua went straight to the point.

"..." He is not a smart person, but he is not stupid either.

"The position of Emperor of Heaven belongs to you. It has nothing to do with blood talent, but with personality." Fenghua spoke calmly, his voice could be said to be unpleasant, but to Zehao's ears, it was better than the most beautiful singing voice in the world.

"Patience and magnanimity, the capacity to tolerate others; pure nature, a heart that blesses the common people; neither arrogant nor impetuous, and the nature of seeking victory in a stable way. Those who seek to rule the world must put the one with the world in mind first, and the rest next time." .”

"To be the master of the Three Realms, you should put the common people first in everything. This monstrous power means an inescapable responsibility. What the Three Realms need is a lenient and strict ruler, not a kind and sincere one."

"I..." Ze Hao raised his head and met Shang Feng Hua's dull eyes.Although it looks as clear as before, it has lost its luster, or it is... aura.

"The trip to the East China Sea in three days' time is an opportunity, take it well, don't let your father..." Fenghua seemed to be aware of it, his eyes fell on the tall and handsome nephew, he paused, in his expectant eyes Added the sentence, "Disappointed with me."

"Does Auntie believe that I can do well?" He clenched his hands under the sleeves of his loose coat and asked uneasily.

As if remembering something bad, Fenghua was silent for a long time, and spoke with uncontrollable sadness, his voice was hoarse and distressing: "The important thing is never what other people think, but what you think and how you do it."

I remembered the girl in red who talked and laughed at Yanyan again.So she lowered her head as if no one else was there, and gently stroked the Zhusheng beads hanging around her waist.The exquisitely carved jade beads in the past are now as pale as the eyes of a dead fish.The subtle cracks cannot be caught, but the soft fingertips can clearly feel the hidden bumps on the seemingly smooth bead surface.

Ze Hao stood there quietly, observing her every move.He was really taken aback when his aunt, who had always had a stern face, suddenly had such a gentle gaze on her face.

His status in the Heavenly Court is neither high nor low, and he is dispensable in the eyes of the immortals. It can be said that it is difficult to inquire about her, so he doesn't know what happened to his beloved aunt recently .

All he knew was that this God named Fenghua made him change his face and give him a new life.Let him no longer be an illegitimate child with an embarrassing status in the underworld, no longer a talking point for the gods of the three realms, and no longer a stain on the throne of His Majesty who is superior.She gave him who was born in darkness and his deceased mother the right to walk in the sun.

She is a benefactor and a relative.He was the stern elder who led him into the divine book of the upper realm, and also the teacher who taught him the formulas of the immortal family.She is the all-powerful God of War of the Three Realms, a distinguished ancient god, and the only god who remembered that he had nowhere to trace back and casually mentioned his birthday.

A wall in the dormitory is covered with things from all over the world, which are the gifts she sent every year on that day.Fenghua Shangshen's gift is not bad, but how can the price be used to measure the affection behind the gift?

Even though seeing her for a short time, the youth's admiration is like new wine buried in the ground.As time goes by and the years change, the young man who buried his wine in the past has grown into a gray-haired old man.He carefully dug out the jar of wine that was buried deep in the ground, and before he opened the seal, he smelled the overflowing fragrance.

Time is a good medicine to heal wounds, and it is also a fire that tests the true gold of emotion.Faith is hard to repay, and faith is hard to understand.

In the future and tasting, the old man has already passed out under the mellow aroma of the wine.Just as he is willing to bow down piously under the throne of the gods and become a loyal believer, he will never die.

"Nephew understands..." He finally stopped struggling, let go of his clenched hands, raised his sleeves and bowed to Feng Hua, who was sitting on the jade mat, who was half his body shorter than him, "I will do my best, and I will return with success." .”