The Book on the Pillow: The Sea and Moonlight

Feng Jiu felt that the recent old god was particularly fond of acting like a baby.

The emperor, who never liked to get up early, now simply insisted on getting up.

In the morning, Feng Jiu was thinking about making some snacks today, so she woke up early and got up lightly. Seeing that Donghua was sleeping soundly, she tucked the quilt for him and went to the kitchen.

She turned around after being busy inside and out, but Donghua hadn't woken up yet.She walked up to him on tiptoe and lay on the bedside to look at him. She saw his silver hair scattered on the pillow, his sword eyebrows were drawn into his temples, his thick long eyelashes covered his deep eyes, his thin lips were a beautiful pale rose color, against his fair skin Her complexion concealed most of her usual sharpness, but instead showed a rare softness.

A quilt had slipped down to his waist at some point, and the morning in March was still cold, Feng Jiu touched his palm and felt a little cold, rubbing his fingers to cover him, while whispering in his ear : "Dijun, wake up!"

There was no movement.

Feng Jiu thought for a while, and called again: "Donghua, it's time to get up!"

The person on the bed twitched their eyelashes, turned over, and buried half of their face in the blanket, exactly the same as when Gun Gun was a child, as expected of father and son!

Feng Jiu smiled softly, as if she saw a big roll, and thought it was very interesting, she twirled a bunch of messy sleeping hair and gently scratched his cheek, still teasing mischievously: "Husband, get up!"

Unexpectedly, the man turned around suddenly, first pulled her onto the bed with one arm, then rolled half of her body over, hugging her very firmly.His arms were wrapped around his waist, his heavy head was on his shoulders, and a sleepy voice came from the hollow of his shoulders: "Uh... sleepy..."

The voice was full of mist when he was about to wake up, and the deep magnetism hooked Feng Jiu's heart like a soft hook.She touched his head and saw that he hadn't even opened his eyes, so she couldn't help asking with concern: "Why are you still sleepy? Are you tired these days? How about I rub it for you?"

"Okay..." After a while came his hazy answer, arching his head on Feng Jiu's shoulders, as if he was looking for a comfortable position.

Feng Jiu stretched out her fingers to press his forehead. I don't know if the fingering is too skillful and the strength is too appropriate. I hoped to wake him up, but I didn't expect to hear the sound of even breathing from my shoulder after a while.

Feng Jiu carefully shook her shoulders, and called "Donghua" a few times, but there was no response. She hugged the big baby on her body helplessly, making sure that she had coaxed her husband back to sleep.

It's just that the sky is bright and the door of the palace is ajar, such an intimate posture makes her a little embarrassed, afraid that Chong Lin or the little fox cub will come in.It can be seen that Donghua was sleeping soundly, and he was reluctant to disturb him, so he simply got angry and learned his husband's housekeeping skills, thinking: as long as the skin is thick enough, no one can make me feel embarrassed!

Eating is another toss.

The old god who just got up at three poles in the sun sat and looked at the table of dishes, still lazily.After Feng Jiu settled the little fox cub, she turned around and saw him smiling and looking at You You who was eating deliciously, but his subordinates only picked up two chopsticks and tasted them briefly before putting them down.

One meal or two is fine, after all, he is not a mortal who cannot afford to eat three meals a day, and seeing him like this for several days in a row, Feng Jiu became worried.

On this day, she specially made two sweet and sour dishes, served with soft, glutinous and easy to digest rice porridge to coax the old gods.Unexpectedly, Donghua didn't take the bowl, but sat down in front of her, supported her with one hand, and looked at her expectantly, with a rather cute expression on her face.

For no reason, Feng Jiu thought of her own little fox cub, which always looked like this when she was waiting to be fed.This is Dijun, can you feed yourself?

She scooped up a spoonful of rice porridge and blew it, tentatively bringing it to his lips, the person on the other side bent his eyes in satisfaction, leaned forward to eat, chewed slowly, swallowed slowly, although his posture was lazy, he was still elegant nice.

One mouthful, two mouthfuls, three mouthfuls... Feng Jiu glanced at the top of her husband's hair. After all, she also has the face of a fox, and her habits are becoming more and more similar to that of a fox. Get started and touch two.

It's just that it's just a few mouthfuls, and if I want to feed it again, it will be hidden.

Feng Jiu worriedly tried his forehead, but there was no unusual heat, so she asked him, "Why don't you eat? But what's wrong?"

"...I feel dizzy..." The old god moaned and begged for comfort.

"Why do you feel dizzy?" Feng Jiu hurriedly put down the bowl, "Is it the cold wind or..."

Donghua's voice was vague: "Maybe, I slept too much..."

Feng Jiu was speechless: "Who the hell wants to stay in bed!"

Even so, she still gave the old fairy who was uncomfortable and demanding a lot of rubbing with all her heart.

When Fengjiu wakes up and thinks about it, she always feels that something is wrong with Donghua these days. There is still a difference between his swaying and sluggish appearance and his usual coquettish and obedient appearance. It seems that he has not seen his tall and straight figure for a while.

In the afternoon, Youyou took his father to play in the courtyard again.

Feng Jiu saw Donghua half leaning against the long table of the Liujiao Pavilion from a distance, watching the little fox cub flutter at butterflies for a while with a slight smile, and then put his nose to a bunch of flower cups where Bodhi passed away.She bit her lip and stepped back to find Chong Lin to clarify her doubts.

"What did the emperor do recently?" Feng Jiu asked Chong Lin.

It stands to reason that the whereabouts of the lord should not be disclosed to others at will, but it is the empress who is asking the question, so naturally it is different, Chong Lin feels that there is no need to hide it.What's more, in recent years, the emperor and the empress have been inseparable. If you say that the only person who doesn't know their whereabouts recently is the half month when the empress first went to the red fox clan.

Chong Lin replied: "After you left with the two young highnesses, because of the old gentleman's temporary business, the emperor's original appointment to discuss the scriptures and Taoism was changed. Afterwards, the emperor should have been in the inner room all the time."

"In the inner room? Do you meditate?" Feng Jiu asked doubtfully.

Chonglin recalled the sound of immortal lake and clang that circulated in those few days and thirteen days, and the Qingfeng in the hands of His Highness Gun Gun later, and said with certainty: "It should be practicing swords. A sword, and taught him personally."

Feng Jiu was secretly annoyed that she didn't pay enough attention to this matter. Two days ago, Gun Gun was indeed very excited to discuss with Donghua what kind of sword moves. At that time, she only thought that the emperor had pointed out her son's martial arts again, but she never thought that even the sword was quietly made. .

She recalled Zheyan's exhortations before, he said that the injury on the heart vein is the most troublesome, although he doesn't know the reason why it can't be healed, but it will affect the whole body, try to spend as little energy and cultivation as possible on weekdays, it is impossible Tired, everything is rest and recuperation is the most important thing.

All these years, she has been holding back Donghua from making swords, but she is a little uncertain about it. Many things that were not a problem before have to be taken care of now. There will be irreversible consequences.Who would have thought, what's the use of guarding against coming and going, the old god will tear it down by himself!

She suppressed her anger and asked again: "Then what's wrong with the emperor?"

Chonglin replied with some hesitation: "The Dijun agreed with you on a meeting date, and he told his ministers to remind him before the day before, but Chonglin couldn't find the emperor everywhere, and it was only after the day that he confirmed that the old man was in the inner room. "

"You said that Dijun asked you to remind him in advance, but you just found him on the very day?" Feng Jiu's eyebrows were already wrinkled, "Then what was Dijun doing when you went?"

"When the minister left, the emperor was there, resting in the inner room..." After saying this, Chong Lin also felt that something was wrong. When did the emperor rest during meditation and cultivation?He recalled the emperor's absence that day, and later realized that he had made such a big omission!

Feng Jiu hated her husband who always ignored her words: "Okay!"It must be something that happened when making the sword, the old god kept it a secret!It's obvious that she's not feeling well, but these few days she's still pretending to be calm and perfunctory to her, treating her like a coaxable silly fox!

"Chonglin, follow me to ask the emperor!" The empress rolled up her sleeves, holding up Fengwei, and turned back with a tiger's face, ready to ask the teacher.

"Mother, mother!" The chubby little fox cub rushed over from the courtyard in a hurry, and when he saw Feng Jiu's figure, he immediately screamed and rushed over.

"What's the matter, Youyou?" Seeing her daughter's big and round eyes filled with fear, Feng Jiu couldn't help but shudder.

The little fox cub grabbed his mother's hand and pulled it away, crying in his voice: "Go quickly, go see father!"

When Feng Jiu and Chong Lin heard that something was wrong, they hurriedly walked towards the Liujiao Pavilion.

Feng Jiu called "Donghua" and rushed into the pavilion.She saw that Donghua was still leaning against the desks, with his head down, if it wasn't for the slight trembling from his back, she wouldn't have noticed anything unusual for a while.

She went around to him, and saw that his hand stretched out on the desk was tightly grasping one side corner, his fingertips turned white from the force, but the other hand was tightly clutching his chest, his face was pale, and the brows were furrowed , eyes slightly closed, as if enduring pain.

"Donghua?" Feng Jiu quickly knelt down to support him, "What's wrong with you?"

His rapid and restrained breath hit her ear, and after a long while, she murmured: "...What's the sound, it's so loud!"

Without waiting for Feng Jiu to savor the deep meaning in his words, he slightly raised his head, his eyes flickered at her, and he covered his mouth before he could say anything, the red-golden liquid slowly dripped down between his fingers, dripping on the On the overlapping skirts of the two of them.

"Donghua!" Feng Jiu's eyes widened suddenly, her heart was anxious and aching, she suddenly felt a weight in her arms, and the man had fallen on top of her and lost consciousness.

Donghua felt that he was really wronged.He also doesn't want to be a villain who always annoys the little fox, but now it seems that everything is going to be slapped in the face, even his cultivation and patience that he has always been proud of.

He naturally knew why Feng Jiu didn't let him make the sword, and he also understood the little fox's selfishness, so he endured it for a thousand years without making a move.This time, Dexian decided to make the sword after many considerations. Although the sword made a lot of energy, it was nothing at all. In 500 years, he felt that it was really unnecessary, so he did it.Unexpectedly, the exhaustion of energy that was thought to be insignificant turned out to be very considerable, and the old injury that was thought to be unexplained before it broke out unexpectedly broke out in advance, and it was a slap in the face.

At that time, he still thought, luckily the sword has been made, and the rendezvous with Xiaobai was not delayed. Even if the injury is not comfortable, Renren will be over. Since Xiaobai was not told before, he should simply not let her know. , so as not to worry.Unexpectedly, the injury that I thought I could pass with Renren didn't pass, and I thought that I didn't need to let Xiaobai know all about it, and I slapped him in the face again.

Before he lost consciousness, although he was not very clear, he still wanted to explain a thing or two to his little fox, but he would not wait for me.Thinking of Feng Jiu's little face full of anger, the old god felt a little sad about the foreseeable future.

He felt that things were not going well recently, he was not allowed to do anything, and he couldn't do anything, so even Cang He got into trouble with him, depressed, really depressed.

When he narrowed his mind slightly from the chaos and observed his surroundings, he found that his consciousness seemed to be in a strange place.

Unlike the previous time when he only heard the sound but saw nothing, this time he adjusted it a bit. There was a rich and bright green in front of his eyes. The light came from all directions, and there were tiny spots of light dancing in his eyes.The green color is also not static. The deep green color seems to be roasted in a fire, slowly releasing heat, changing from green to yellow, then orange, and then red.But it was clearly a lively scene, but there was no sound, which was a bit weird.

There are several roads under the feet like splashed ink smudges, and a faint light is covered on the dark base, which has a mysterious and unpredictable temperament.These roads are thick and thin, leading to different directions, but they can't be seen at a glance.

He felt that this was just an obstacle, so he picked one at random and went forward.No matter how far he walked, he couldn't see the similarities and differences in the surrounding scenery. If it wasn't for the change of light, he wouldn't even be able to feel the movement of his own position.

Donghua knew that he was dreaming again. Since he came back more than a thousand years ago, he seemed to have been dreaming. Every time he woke up, something was about to happen, but this time he didn't know what he was waiting for.

A black dot appeared ahead.

As he moved forward at a steady pace, the black dot kept getting bigger and clearer, and he could finally distinguish that it was the back of a person.The back figure looked to be about the same size as her own, but her clothes were a blur, hidden behind a thick fog.

He still wanted to get a closer look, but he couldn't, there was some invisible barrier blocking him, so that he could only keep an arm's distance from the back.

The interest he had finally brought up was not satisfied, even in the dream he felt a little less interested.It wasn't that important, though, and he wasn't all that obsessed with it.

Just as he was about to stop and take a rest, he unexpectedly changed suddenly.

The slightly hazy light gradually brightened, and the figure in the white light stopped and turned around suddenly.Donghua glanced at it naturally, but just this one glance made him feel terrified and unable to control himself.At that moment, his expression must have been a little dull, and the shock made him sober for a moment, and his consciousness seemed to come out of the fog.

Fang wanted to catch that person and ask him to understand, but suddenly there was a tingling pain in his sea of ​​consciousness, and he could only grit his teeth to hold back in a hurry.Unexpectedly, the tingling pain was better than one after another, continuous, like countless sledgehammers hitting his head at the same time, he woke up covered in cold sweat.