The rumored third prince

Ao Bing stared at Nezha for a long time with clear and pure eyes, Nezha felt a little inexplicably uncomfortable, and his cheeks were slightly hot.

"what?"

After Nezha pursed his lips and asked, he lowered his head and picked up a roll of bamboo slips from the desk, quickly stepped out of the cave door, and sat on the wicker chair under the grape arbor.

The shade well blocks the hot sun, and the breeze blows the green vine branches, adding a touch of coolness to this afternoon.

Ao Bing walked out of the cave facing the sunlight, and said with a smile, "This is a secret."

Nezha caressed a series of words on the bamboo slips, reading them very seriously, and occasionally raised his head to say a few words to Ao Bing who was staring at her.

In the evening, Qing Mo led the bouncing Jin Xia over.

"Third Prince, how did you practice today?"

Ao Bing shook his head and said, "Look, Nezha has been reading all day."

"Third prince, third prince," Jinxia held a roll of silk cloth, poked her head out from behind Qingmo, and said expectantly, "Help me quickly to see if my brother Qingmo looks like him, he Said I made him ugly."

"Come on, let me have a look." Ao Bing greeted Jinxia, ​​took the silk cloth and opened it, "Hmm...the appearance is black and white, round and chubby, leaning against the shade of a tree to eat bamboo shoots, eyes... ..."

"The eyes are very similar too. Brother Qingmo doesn't think so?" Jin Xia rubbed her head and looked up at Qingmo, "I look alike!"

Nezha shifted his gaze from the bamboo slips to the silk painting, and said, "...you have to recognize your color again."

When Jin Xia heard the words, mist formed in her eyes, and she mumbled, "Brother, Jin Xia saw that Brother Mo's color is too monotonous, so..."

"It's very similar, and it can quite show the naive characteristics of the iron-eating beast," Ao Bing got up, spread the painting on the wicker chair, and affirmed with a smile in the child's aggrieved eyes with tears in his eyes: "Jinxia, ​​you Look, the lines are well drawn, but it would be better if the indigo eyes were black instead."

Nezha did not have the consciousness to encourage children to create imaginatively and unconstrainedly. He taught in a strict manner: "Everything in the world has its own beauty. In pure black and white, one stroke or one stroke will appear abrupt and destroy harmony."

Jin Xia wiped her eyes and whispered, "I know... I know."

"Well," Nezha nodded, and handed the bamboo slips in his hand to Jin Xia, "Go and read this book."

Qingmo led Jinxia into the cave, Ao Bing looked at the sky, stayed for another quarter of an hour, and said goodbye to Nezha.

Nezha asked, "Leave without dinner?"

Ao Bing shook his head, indicating that he had more important things to do tomorrow, and then left Qianyuan Mountain.

After returning to the Dragon Palace, Ao Bing immediately sent two fish girls to find him all the beads in the treasury, while he plunged into the Sutra Pavilion and stayed there for a whole night, almost overturning the entire Sutra Pavilion. I searched and couldn't find what I wanted to know.

"Why can't you find it?"

Ao Bing rummaged through the boxes and cabinets, recalling what he had seen at noon, and finally found a book called "Hidden Sky" in a small, dusty compartment at the bottom of the corner.

This book is only about ten pages long, but it records nearly thirty kinds of objects with hidden energy and hidden form. Ao Bing glanced at it roughly, and carefully tore off the last page that recorded the Yinyuan stone, and put it in one place. Qing Yan, after it was completely reduced to ashes, strode out of the scripture storage pavilion.

He didn't know why Nezha wore that bead, but he knew that there must be her own reason for it.Since she wanted to hide, he had to help her hide more tightly.

In the sleeping hall, two fish girls who were sent by Ao Bing to the treasure house stood in the hall holding a palm-sized exquisite jade box, their faces drowsy, until the sky was bright, and when they saw their master coming back, they hurriedly straightened their faces.

Ao Bing took the jade box from the fish girl without saying a word. Seeing that there were a dozen or so jade beads inside, none of them were similar to the one on Nezha's neck. He casually picked up a round jade bead from the box and ordered The two fish girls and the dragon soldiers stationed around the bedroom retreated.

Staring at the jade beads in his palm for a long while, seeing that the time was almost up, Ao Bing just put away the beads and strode to the Yin'an Hall to greet Long Mu, and then left in a hurry when Long Mu's expression was hesitant to speak. dragon palace.

Mother Long knew that Ao Bing would put down his practice a few days before September every year, and go around to find some interesting things to send to Qianyuan Mountain. It is also a great benefit in life. It is necessary to prepare birthday gifts for people, but on the other hand, I feel that something is not right. Is the child carefully preparing for his birthday?

Mother Long never said anything about Ao Bing on this matter, so she had to ask her maid to pick something from the treasure house every year to pack it up, and then send it to Xihai under the name of Ao Bing, and this year is no different. If so.

Ao Bing got up early in the morning, passed the Nantian Gate, did not enter the Bullfighting Palace, did not go to the Lingxiao Palace, and went straight to the Old Man's Palace under the Moon, and there were no people left or right in the court.

Out of etiquette, Ao Bing knocked on the wide-open mahogany door before entering the main hall, and stepped over the threshold after listening to a vague "come in".

On the long table in the hall, there are red lines piled up like hills, and the white-bearded Yuelao is lying on top of it, sleeping in a daze. Just as Ao Bing was about to call him, the red lines collapsed as if he had sensed something. The elder Yue was buried in the thread pile.

Ao Bing had no choice but to straighten out the red threads one by one and put them aside neatly, rescued Yuelao from the pile of threads, and then woke him up.

Yuelao fell into a hazy sleep, and found an indistinct figure in white clothes in front of him, and asked vaguely, "Who are you?"

Ao Bing took two steps back and introduced himself.

Yuelao rubbed his eyes, looked up and down, left, and right, back and forth, the young man in front of him for a while, then suddenly stopped in front of Ao Bing, and sighed: "Qiu Shui is divine and jade is bone, elegant and elegant, good!"

Ao Bing chuckled and said, "Thank you, Yuelao, for your compliment."

Yuelao said: "Baby, what is the purpose of coming all the way from the East China Sea to my Yuelao Mansion?"

Ao Bing was about to answer, Yue Lao waved his hands again and said, "I haven't seen such a good boy in so many years, you let me guess, guess!"

Ao Bing: "...You guessed it."

Yuelao circled around Ao Bing, "I see you are seventeen or eighteen years old, do you want my old man to tie you up for a good marriage?"

Ao Bing pursed his lips, and took out the jade bead that was used to make the head from his skirt, "Ao Bing wants to ask the old man under the moon to wear a red thread to wear the beads."

Yue Lao suddenly frowned and muttered, stroked his beard and took a few steps back, his eyes were full of doubts, "How could such a good child happen?"

Ao Bing was puzzled and said, "But what's wrong with the little god?"

Yue Lao shook his head and asked, "What did you just say you wanted the red thread for?"

Ao Bing didn't change his face and said, "It's used to wear beads."

"My child, when the old man sees you, he thinks you are a good boy, and he likes you very much." Yuelao sighed, and a red line that was shining red light melted on his hand, and then he continued, "This red line Nothing else, you take it."

Ao Bing took the red thread from Yuelao's hand with both hands, thanked him, and stepped back to go out.

What a good boy.

"Baby," Yuelao called to Ao Bing, cut the red thread into two sections of different lengths, and explained in Ao Bing's puzzled eyes: "Baby, tie the short section to your heart-to-heart fingers, and the long one. A piece of cover-up, tied to the other party's hair."

"Maybe... Maybe something can be saved. As for what it is, old man, I really can't see it."

Hearing this, Ao Bing suddenly remembered the bloody dream a few years ago, and when he thought of Nezha in the dream covered in blood, almost separated from his flesh and blood, his face instantly turned pale.

People say that good things in the world are not strong, but there is nothing in this world that is more indestructible than everything on the Dragon Clan. He will definitely not let Nezha die!

Thinking of this, Ao Bing calmed down, thanked Yuelao for the second time, and left Yuelao's mansion.

Looking at the figure in white who was walking away, Yuelao sighed deeply.

Since Ao Bing returned to the East China Sea, he locked himself in the bedroom, and he didn't see anyone who came, not to mention the Dragon King, even the Dragon Mother sent someone to invite him, and he was rejected. No one knew that he locked himself up in the palace. Do something, do not know what he was thinking.

In the blink of an eye, seven days passed.

On the day of the Double Ninth Festival, Nezha woke up early, and even Qing Mo and Jin Xia got up early to work in the kitchen behind.

Qing Mo lit the fire, and said to Jin Xia: "Jin Xia, do you think your senior brother will open his bottle of fine nectar and jade liquid today?"

Jin Xia broke the green vegetables and said with a giggle: "Brother Qingmo, I want to tell my senior brother that you miss the bottle of immortal wine that the third crown prince gave him all day long."

Qing Mo poured water into the pot, and then tapped Jin Xia's head, "Hey, don't you miss it? You little heartless, who said that you are afraid that your brother will always have a cold face and insist on moving from Jinguangdong to Xiaozhulin with me?" living?"

Jin Xia threw the greens into the basin and washed them clean, and handed them to Qing Mo, "Okay, okay, I just want to taste what the wine of the gods is like."

"Hush," Qing Mo tore the vegetables into pieces, and whispered, "Don't let Nezha hear you."

Jin Xia nodded again and again, covered her mouth and said, "Shhh, brother Qingmo is cooking, and we will eat when the third prince arrives."

Nezha is so good at hearing, sitting in the main hall, he heard the conversation in the kitchen behind him clearly, chuckled secretly, opened a roll of bamboo slips, and read carefully.

Two hours later, Qing Mo came out with a tray, "Little birthday boy, today is all your favorite food."

Nezha: "...I have reservations and doubt that it will be a full feast of bamboo shoots again!!!"

Jin Xia came out with a few sets of bowls and chopsticks, and said, "Brother, Jin Xia proves that Brother Qingmo is telling the truth today."

"I know you guys are greedy for my bottle of wine, so I'll go get it right away." Nezha smiled slightly, went into the room and took out the jade bottle and put it on the table.

Ao Bing always came at noon on time, but today's time was wrong, a quarter of an hour late.

Just as Ao Bing sat down, Nezha raised his hand and pressed his forehead and said, "Your complexion is not very good, but what's wrong?"

Ao Bing was stunned, and didn't mention how he locked himself in the bedroom to process gifts, but explained softly: "Maybe I didn't sleep well last night."

"It's fine, let's eat," Nezha uncorked the bottle and sniffed, the fragrance was mellow with a hint of sweetness, and poured half a cup for everyone on the table, "I can go down the mountain often after today, Come on, cheers!"

The wine cups clinked, and Nezha had no intention of savoring the wine, so he raised his head and drank it all in one gulp.

After eating and drinking, Nezha's cheeks were a little red. She asked Qingmo to pick the peach leaves, and then reached out to Ao Bing who was sitting on her left, "Where is the gift?"

Ao Bing smiled, turned sideways slightly, and held out a wooden box carved with dragons and painted phoenixes in his palm. Nezha took the wooden box and opened it, only to see a silver-white inner garment inside, which was warm and smooth to the touch, just like his own. Fair skin.

Nezha took the wooden box, and teased, "I'm a man, not a red makeup, why did the third brother give me this?"

Ao Bing pressed his left arm unconsciously, and explained: "Nezha puts on this coat, so he will be invulnerable to swords, guns, water and fire!"

"Then Nezha thanked my elder brother Longsan for being here." Nezha giggled and clasped his hands together, holding the wooden box and turning into the room to change into the inner coat.

Qingmo came back with peach leaves from behind the mountain, Ao Bing took the peach leaves, took Nezha out, found a small stream on the side of the mountain, condensed the peach leaves in a water polo, and heated them with mana.

Ne Zha consciously squatted by the water and untied the hair rope, loosened his hair, "I'm sorry."

Ao Bing smiled and said nothing, slowly soaked Nezha's hair with heated peach leaf water, rubbed it lightly and slowly.

Nezha looked at the shadow in the water, and asked with a smile: "The third prince of the East China Sea, wash the hair of a mountain boy here to get rid of bad luck. What if others can see it?"

Ao Bing combed the wet hair with a wooden comb, and replied in a gentle voice: "There is no one else, and you are not anyone else."

After washing his hair, Ao Bing wanted to use magic power to steam the moisture, but Nezha said that the sun is just right today, so it's better to bask in the sun and chat here, so as not to waste mana.

Ao Bing said hello, and Nezha took the lead in leaping onto a branch. He did not disappoint the sun and the wind, but within a quarter of an hour, his hair was almost completely dry, and it was blown by the breeze, blocking Nezha's sight.

Ao Bing stood under the tree, holding a length of ribbon in his hand, with a few small sapphire beads hanging from both ends of the ribbon for embellishment. Ribbon, opened his mouth and said: "Nezha, I will send you a new ribbon to tie your hair."

Nezha heard the words, jumped off the branch, and sat on the stone by the water.

Ao Bing picked up the comb quite consciously, parted the broken hair on both sides of the forehead, combed the loose hair smoothly, parted half of the long hair and tied it with a ribbon, and tied a silver hair chain on the red hair band.

Nezha asked, "Are you ready?"

Ao Bing put away the wooden comb, and replied in response: "Well, it's tied up, take a look."

Nezha squatted by the water, looked at himself in the water, and secretly lamented that Ao Bingbi could comb his hair.

Standing behind Nezha, Ao Bing saw her appearance through the water, and realized that Nezha was no longer the pink and soft dumpling seven years ago, her appearance had grown——

Her eyebrows are like Yuan Shandai, her eyes are like night stars, her face is like powder, and her lips are like vermilion.

On the way back to the Golden Cave, Ao Bing felt a little lucky. Fortunately, in the eyes of others, Nezha is just a boy with outstanding talent and good looks.

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The author has something to say:

In the previous chapter, when Nezha raised his face, he would show a little bit of his neck. Ao Bing found out whether he had an Adam’s apple or not. In addition, Nezha didn’t want to show the red silk and green beads he was wearing, so Ao Bing became suspicious. Ah, no one guessed it, and even the gifts, so sad QAQ

The hair band is made of the long red thread!The short ones were put away by Ao Bing, and they are still useful, so I will give them away next year!