The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

Autumn is refreshing, the water is shining, and the fields have entered a busy season.Three or five farmers sat under the trees to rest their feet, took a sip of water, chatted for a while, then stood up and picked up the farm tools and went to the field.

The sour scholar in the village is still shaking his head and thinking about what "Qiong Yu Ran Haze" is going to fight against, but the old man with a white beard is wearing a broken straw hat and looking at the burning clouds in the sky, muttering: "It's not too early or too late, and it's autumn again. What's the point of burning the clouds for several days in a row!"

What is the reason?

It was the Taichen Palace in the thirteenth day of Jiuchongtian that was flooded.

It is said that since Ziyi Zunshen solved the serious trouble in the Miaoyi Huiming Realm, not only his cultivation has been restored to perfection, but the whole family has also been reunited in one place neatly. The big wedding is done.

Not to mention how long Chong Lin and the other little fairies have worked so hard to restore the old view of Bihai Cangling, which was severely damaged by Xuan Lei, and to make it even more beautiful; nor to mention how much talent the Nine Heavens Weaver Girl spent on more than a hundred sets of brocade clothes for the emperor's wedding. Dibao, how much effort was spent; not to mention that Mo Yuan, Zheyan and other old friends were beating their chests and feet because of how many years of treasures were looted for this belated happy event.Donghua struggled to balance the delicateness and efficiency of the marriage, and finally reluctantly set a time limit of a hundred years.But thinking back, being married or not doesn't actually prevent him from "playing hooligans" legitimately without a bottom line, and he quickly felt relieved.

In short, after a grand wedding that astonished the six worlds, the most senior bachelor in the world finally married the Empress Qingqiu with the blessings of everyone, and began a married life with both body and spirit.The old god let go of his rare apology from the gratified expressions of the young and old of Qingqiu's family, and felt that he was very complete, and devoted himself wholeheartedly to an even more splendid life.

People have to toss when they are free, and so are gods.

After the first [-] years of Mili Tiaoyou, Fengjiu was amazed that she was able to squeeze out time to study cultivation and handle official duties in Donghua's shadow - she would never admit that this was just for the sake of keeping her Compared with the daily backache and back pain, the shameless old fairy refused to do one or two helpless actions. She attributed this to her own growth and stability.

Naturally, Donghua didn't care about these things, and whenever he wanted to try to teach himself, Feng Jiu often pulled him over with a vigilant face as a shield.Naituanzi Bai Gungun was so helplessly tortured by his father for a long time, but his knowledge and cultivation base improved a lot by leaps and bounds.

Donghua, who was entwined with love and hate by Feng Jiu and Gun Gun, and scrambled to avoid him, was so idle that he was uncharacteristically busy with "mundane affairs", which shocked the group of immortal officials headed by Chong Lin.

Compared with Donghua's elegant hobbies, this time is indeed very smug - he actually studied cooking!Apart from the milk dumpling rolling up and down in the Taichen Palace, who doesn't know his horrific cooking skills?Hearing this, the spleen and stomach feel cold and the back feels tight.Gun Gunben still had some expectations, but seeing the indescribable expressions on the faces of Niangqin, Chong Lin and the others, he realized something.

However, the old god is really persistent when he is persistent, and because he is so used to it by the whole family, he simply becomes self-willed. For the past two days, he has been in trouble with sweet and sour fish. Come for the delicious sweet and sour fish.

However, unlike the traditional manual work that Feng Jiu insisted on, Donghua was very accustomed to using spells. After one or two rounds of failure, the spells became a little bit more powerful, so the fire became a little bit more intense.When the blue and white Samadhi True Fire silently licked the Donghai Wannian Agarwood in the kitchen of Taichen Palace, Donghua was thinking about whether to use purple gold honeydew or rootless water for seasoning.

Gun Gun tugged at the corner of Feng Jiu's clothes, still hesitating whether to remind his father that Jun Yu was burnt, when he saw a burst of flames from the entire pillar beside him.So, when Feng Jiu was still shocked that Donghua used such a ox knife to kill the chicken, not only the bones of the "chicken" were gone, but even the place where the "chicken" was located was lost.The whole palace and the others just watched the two ancient and hard-to-find ten thousand-year-old agarwood trees fall silently and helplessly behind the emperor who was holding a basin of black lacquered wreckage.

Donghua didn't rush, he made a trick to extinguish the flame, looked at the plate of things in his hand, curled his lips and said, "Well, it's burned!"

Feng Jiu felt a little irritable, something burned!Some people use Samadhi real fire to burn fish!He obviously refused to listen to Donghua not to cook, and made more noise every time. This time it was the kitchen of the Taichen Palace. Next time, I don't know if even the Lingxiao Palace will be harmed.The emperor who has nothing to do is terrible!

She doesn't want to teach her husband a lesson like a lesson, but she can only think of ways to prevent him from making mistakes.

No, there was no kitchen in the Taichen Palace, and Donghua said that he might as well go to Bihai Cangling to stay for a while.Feng Jiu thought about it, no, the old god looks like this, Bihai Cangling and Qingqiu can't do it, it's better to go to the mortal world, the mortal world's magic power will be counterproductive, I think he must be scrupulous, otherwise no amount of kitchens will be enough to cause harm .

After the little emperor made a decision, within a short while, the family of three was already on their way to the mortal world.

Jiangnan in April is full of spring.A misty drizzle stained the tidy bluestone roads in the small town with deep and shallow water stains, and the pedestrians on the roads gradually became thinner.

A little boy in a small sky-blue robe held an oil-paper umbrella in his right hand and an oil-paper bag in his left hand, walking unhurriedly on the stone road, occasionally stepping over a small puddle, his black hair curled up The two buns also shook, and the handle of the umbrella was slightly tilted, revealing a small half of a snow-white and round face.

A little girl's voice came from a half-closed window facing the street: "Shui Feng... Shui Feng Pu Yun... Sheng..." It seemed that she was reciting poetry, but she was not very familiar with it.The little boy jumped over a piece of bluestone lightly, and said in his mouth: "Water winds and clouds grow old bamboos, and bamboos are like a sail." A small figure was covered by a plain oil-paper umbrella and disappeared after turning a corner.

The little boy turned around three times and walked to two small black lacquered wooden doors. The copper knockers were very smooth to the touch, and they were quite old.Pushing open the door, there is a hole in the sky inside. The hanging flower door is carved with unique and beautiful patterns. When you enter the inner door, you can see a two-story building built by the water, with white walls and black tiles, and a transparent patio. green plants.

There is a long couch under the corridor. On the couch, one person sleeps with one hand and one pillow behind his head. Silver threads hang down on the couch, with handsome eyebrows and slightly drooping eyelashes.

A slender woman turned out from the room, saw him and smiled and said, "Go back? What did you bring today?"

"Cyclamen's shortbread, there is a long queue in rainy days!" He handed the oiled paper bag in his hand to the woman, turned his head to the side of the long couch, and asked softly: "Jiujiu, Father This is?"

Feng Jiu smiled softly: "Another fish wasted! I almost didn't set the kitchen on fire, so I'm sulking with myself!"

Donghua knows every bit of what he does, and no one falls behind. Only this cooking fish is a hurdle that he can't get over. No matter how he cooks it, there is no benefit. It's interesting to think about it.The result of the old god's ruthless attack was that the fish suffered. I don't know if the fish clans in the rivers, seas, lakes and seas are a little panicked at this moment.

She pressed the corners of her raised lips, sat on the edge of the couch, picked up a lock of silver hair hanging on the couch very smoothly, scratched the forehead of the man on the couch with the tip of the hair, and leaned close to his ear and said: " Would you like to try the shortbread that Gun Gun brought back, Di Jun?"

After repeating it twice, seeing Donghua's peaceful face, she didn't intend to open her eyes. She was about to get up, but unexpectedly wrapped an arm around her back and pulled her waist down. Feng Jiu was caught off guard. She fell on the person on the couch, and a voice sounded beside her: "The little fox has learned to read jokes!"

The originally cold voice was deliberately lowered, with a hint of dangerous temptation, and it hit Feng Jiu's fox heart. She stroked the slightly red ears and said: "No, how could I laugh at the emperor!"

Donghua pinched her upturned nose: "You still said no! How did you tell Gun Gun just now!" He had a slight smile on his face, but he was full of resentment.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jiu realized that her husband was acting like a spoiled child again, and it was very helpful. She frowned and coaxed: "Dijun, why do you bother with that fish! Let's do something else together tomorrow, Wuyou Cake can't be done for the time being, Instead, you can try Mortal’s dishes, the taste is also good!”

It was obvious that the word "we" pleased Donghua a lot. He nodded with a smile on his lips, and said, "Maybe it's also good for us to go out for a walk. They say that the beautiful scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is too beautiful. Why don't I take Xiaobai to see it."

"Isn't Gun Gun still going to school?" Feng Jiu counted the days when the school would be closed.

Donghua said casually: "When you go to the school, we can take a walk around, and go to a farther place together after the school rests."

Although the voice is not loud, you can hear a little while sitting in the back room.Tumbling, who was breaking off a piece of shortbread and chewing slowly, froze, sighed inwardly, the father and mother are so loving, and the son has become superfluous so soon, miserable and miserable, now I can really understand Ah Li's feelings feel.He had a hunch that even if he returned to Nine Heavens, the days when he and A Li would be able to count the stars would probably not be short.

Speaking of Bai Gungun going to school, there are some twists and turns.

Originally, the three of them came to the mortal world not for experience, but just for a walk to relax, so they didn't think about going to school and going out to make a living.

Donghua didn't care which mortal world he went to, and let Feng Jiu decide.And although Feng Jiu has been in the mortal world for 200 years with Gun Gun, after all, that day is different from this time. In the past, she always chose some remote places to avoid people's eyes and ears, such as mountain villages with few people, remote border towns, etc. Wait, go wherever it is not eye-catching. Now that you take your husband and children out to play in mountains and rivers, you will have less scruples. Wherever it is lively, wherever it is fun, I wish I could travel all over the world. some.

Fengjiu thought of the sour literati she met along the way, always concocting a few sour poems in the face of the beautiful scenery.Thinking about it, it's the wrong person to travel with. If she is like her holding Mr. Ruyi with her left hand and her precious son with her right hand, how can there be so many unsatisfactory things to express?I wish I could laugh out loud three times, and I would love to sing "Swordsman"!

So proud all the way, they came to Jiangnan.Feng Jiu felt that this place was quite similar to Qingqiu, with its ambience and ink painting, and she liked it very much, so she settled down here.

After all, the small town in the south of the Yangtze River is prosperous and prosperous. Although the small courtyard they live in is quiet amidst the hustle and bustle, there are many neighbors. In addition, the size and appearance of this family have attracted everyone's attention since they first moved in. eyes staring.

It's okay to live for a short time, but if you live for a long time, you will inevitably show something different.The seven aunts and eight aunts gathered together to chat their teeth and gossip for a long time, but they didn't come up with a trick.Let’s say they have money, the rented yard is not too big, even with a small view, there are no servants to take care of it; let’s say they have no money, these two or three months have passed, it doesn’t look like they are resting for a while, the two adults also He doesn't go out to earn a living, and a seven or eight-year-old child doesn't go to school, so he goes in and out every day at ease. What exactly does he do?Some people guessed that the fallen son eloped with the official lady, some guessed that the prince and grandson traveled in a low-key way, and some people had a wild idea that the imperial envoys were investigating the case in disguise, but no matter which one they felt, it was not so interesting.

One day later, several neighbors pushed Li Zheng to inquire about the news, and met Dong Hua and Feng Jiu who were about to go out.Li, with a gray beard, squinted his eyes and questioned his family in front, where they came from, whether they lived there, and what they did for a living. A few old ladies behind looked at the young couple. Unlike ordinary people, one or two old-faced people even got involved, while furtively twisting the material of their clothes, while looking at the two thin-skinned and tender-faced faces with admiration.

Donghua is the most impatient to talk too much with others, but he is aggrieved because he is not facing a man, and he cannot be overthrown to the ground at once, and his face becomes more ugly when he speaks, as if he is about to explode.

Seeing him like this, Feng Jiu was about to step forward to smooth things over, but at the next moment Donghua suddenly fell on her shoulders, propped her forehead and closed her eyes and said very "weakly", "Ma'am, I, I'm a little dizzy... "

She was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly Donghua blinked at her twice with one eye hidden behind his sleeve. She immediately understood, supported Donghua to look a bit sad, and said to everyone: "To be honest, my family My husband is suffering from a disease, and this time I came to Guibao to seek medical advice and take care of my body. We are new here, and the place is unfamiliar, so I may not go anywhere. Please forgive me! My husband is a little unwell, please forgive me for my poor greetings. I will see you at another time Come to the door to apologize."

Everyone saw that although Donghua was tall and straight and had an extraordinary bearing, he was rather thin and his face looked a little pale. In addition, he coughed a few times at the right time, which seemed to be unhealthy, and it was hard to stop them. Watching Feng Jiu help his husband turn around and go in and close the door.

Behind the door, Donghua stood up straight, quite satisfied with Feng Jiu's understanding, raised his eyebrows and gave her a thumbs up.The two of them thought that it was a joy to be a majestic god to pretend to be sick in order to hide from a few mortals.

However, if you want to live here permanently, you really have to be more "groupy".

So, after a few days, as a more "social" performance, Gun Gun was sent to the school.Bai Gungun, who had been enlightened for hundreds of years, sat among a group of real seven or eight-year-old children and let out a long sigh. He had to pick up the textbooks he had memorized by heart again and became a child.

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*The timeline is after "In the World"

*21.1.2 Repaired the bridge of the big wedding