Honeysuckle and silver flowers are blooming everywhere [Snowflake Goddess Dragon Doujin]

The snow-white fleshy ice silkworm wriggled lazily in the palm of Palace Master Wuyou.With a carefree smile, he gently stroked it with soft and slender fingers.

"Mother, just leave it to Xing'er to do small things like feeding the ice silkworms." Nongyue leaned back, rubbed her head on the shoulder of Palace Master Wuyou, and said with a smile, "So it's this There are only thousand-year-old ice silkworms, no wonder Mother is willing to rest assured that she has to feed them herself."

"Of course." Palace Mistress Wuyou picked up the ice silkworm and carefully put it back into the vessel. "The thousand-year-old ice silkworm is extremely precious. I searched all over the Western Regions and only found three. I was exhausted to weave the thousand-year-old ice silkworm armor." There are two, and now there is only one left, how can it not be a treasure."

Nongyue's eyes turned red, and she choked up with sobs: "Mother, you are too kind to Feng'er, Feng'er... can't repay you."

Wuyou smiled and pinched (he) Nongyue's face: "You child, what nonsense are you talking about. No matter how precious the thousand-year-old ice silkworm is, it cannot be compared with you. You are the most precious thing for mother, understand?"

"mother……"

"Feng'er, mother will tell you again, the thousand-year-old ice silkworm soft armor must never fall into anyone's hands, especially not let the leader know, remember?"

Nong Yue nodded firmly: "Mother, please don't worry, the child will remember."

"Feng'er, what's the matter with you coming to find your mother?" Palace Master Wuyou asked.

"Well," Nongyue nodded, and handed the object in her hand to Palace Master Wuyou, "Look at this."

The Mistress of Wuyou Palace opened the rice paper, quietly looked at the painting in her hand, and praised softly: "I never expected that I haven't seen a brush in so many years, and my painting skills are still so good."

Nongyue showed surprise on his face: "So, Lady Jinhua really knows how to paint?"

"That's right. When Miss Jinhua first arrived in Sifang City 18 years ago, she sold paintings for a living. She was considered a very famous painter in Sifang City. It is said that someone wrote a poem, "The beauty of the day is coming, and the flowers are golden with the pen." Describe her elegant posture and exquisite painting skills. This is where the name of Lady Jinhua comes from." After that, the Mistress of Wuyou Palace sighed, "If she hadn't repeatedly opposed the Spring Breeze Palace, you I wanted her to teach her painting skills. It's a pity."

"On a good day, the beautiful scenery is coming, and the flowers are golden. It turns out that the title of 'Golden Flower Lady' came from this." Nongyue said.

"Lady Jinhua was originally a beautiful woman with a refined temperament. She had a mutual relationship with Su Yuan, a famous doctor in Sifang City, and the two fell in love very much." The owner of Wuyou Palace said, "Liu Feng was already a famous skillful hand of the Shenyue Sect at that time. Her painting skills alone are less than one-tenth of hers. It was because of her painting skills that Liu Feng tricked her into joining the Shenyue Sect. At that time, Lady Jinhua was only 14 years old. He is still young and has just arrived in Sifang City, seeing Liu Feng's gentle speech and ingenuity, he regards Liu Feng as a confidant."

"and after?"

"Although Lady Jinhua and Su Yuan were wishful thinking, their relationship was not smooth. Su Yuan's younger sister, Su Hong, strongly opposed their marriage, and because Lady Jinhua was only 14 years old at the time, she was 12 years younger than Su Yuanzu. Su Yuan's reputation was also affected. Su Yuan was in a dilemma, and the two kept separating and reuniting. When Lady Jinhua and Su Yuan were reuniting and reuniting, Liu Feng often went to visit her. Befriended Su Yuan, and secretly had Su Xiong. When Lady Jinhua found out, she broke the purple bamboo and gold silk brush used for painting in half in a fit of anger, and vowed not to paint again in this life. Since then, she has gradually become vulgar Unbearable, wandering around among all kinds of men, it is also a pitiful person."

"It's no wonder that Mrs. Jinhua has been abusing Su Xiong in every possible way these years." Nongyue said, "In this way, she should hate Liu Fengcai very much. Why has she been allied with Liu Feng's mother and son for many years?"

"After this incident, Lady Jinhua became eccentric and suspicious. Maybe she thinks that even close friends and sisters can betray her like this, and others will only be more unreliable. Therefore, Palace Master Yunmiao failed to win over many times, and I have tried many times. , all returned disappointed. Liu Feng knew that he was ashamed. Since Su Yuan's death, he had always been submissive to Lady Jinhua, and endured as much as she could. Lady Jinhua has maintained a relationship with Liu Feng's mother and son for so many years. Although Lady Jinhua has a bad temper , but still passed on all her painting skills to Liu Feng. Although Liu Feng is skillful, she is still exquisite, not as aura as the Jinhua Lady's paintings, so the Jinhua Lady lost her patience and stopped picking up the brush. From then on, the main task is to win over the congregation and eliminate dissidents, and the matter of disguise and assassination will never happen again." said the owner of Wuyou Palace.

"This Liu Feng looks so honest, he really knows people and face but not heart." Nongyue sighed.

"That's right. Feng'er, you know people, you don't know your face, you don't know your heart, you must learn from Miss Jinhua's lesson, be careful in everything, and leave a way out for yourself." The master of Wuyou Palace said earnestly.

"Yes, my child will remember mother's teachings."

"Is this the cuckoo bird you drew?!"

Crack—the snow-white slender fingers tore the painting in half.

"Don't you claim to be skillful with thousands of faces? You can't even draw birds?" The woman in purple yelled while grinding ink, "I'll draw it again for you! Draw again!"

Mother just stood there with tears in her eyes, nodding her head again and again.

The woman in purple is holding a paintbrush and drawing lightly on the paper.If it weren't for the burning anger in her eyes, it would be hard to imagine that she was the fiery dominatrix just now.

The woman quickly finished the painting, picked up the painting and approached her mother in front of her: "You have to carefully understand the relationship between lines and layers, the thinner the better! The relationship between the subject and the background is not the same as the top grade. Just say This cuckoo bird, if you use a tragic scene to set it off, it is a joke! Literati always say that the cuckoo bird is very pitiful, but in fact this kind of bird is not pitiful at all! It will lay its eggs in the nest of the little bird. After the cuckoo is hatched, it will repay all the little birds' eggs out of the nest and break them into pieces. After it is brought up by the little birds, it will be like the old cuckoo and lay its eggs elsewhere. The home of the little bird and even its whole life , was destroyed in this way. Tell me, what is so pitiful about this rotten bird?"

Mother shed tears and said in a trembling voice: "Xiaohua, I..."

"The cuckoo bird just screams pitifully, just like you, with a sweet mouth and a cruel heart, and a lack of greed. There is no way to get forgiveness for destroying other people's things! Liu Feng, unless I die or go crazy, I will never Forgive you, because you are a cuckoo, and he..." The purple-clothed woman pointed at him, did not continue, and changed the subject coldly, "If you know everything, you will learn the essence of my painting .Practice, continue to practice, if you can't learn again, I won't teach you."

The mother was sobbing, she nodded silently.The woman in purple walked away.

For the next seven days, it was another day and night of copying.The house is filled with paintings of cuckoo birds.

As long as he could remember, this woman would come here every seven days, throwing such a temper every time, drawing such a cuckoo bird every time, and saying such words after every painting.

He doesn't know how to paint, but he only thinks the cuckoo bird painted by his mother is very beautiful.But I have to say that the bird drawn by that woman is indeed better than the one drawn by my mother.

But why does my mother cry so sad every time, and why does that woman always lose her temper so much?After many years, his mother told him the answer.

"Su Xiong, if it wasn't for her, mother would have died long ago, and you wouldn't have been born. Don't hate her, okay?"

"Su Xiong, promise mother, no matter how Aunt Jin treats you, you will not fight back, okay?"

"Su Xiong, this is what your father and mother owe her. If you want to hate, then hate your parents."

"Su Xiong..."

"Father...mother..." Su Xiong curled up on the bed, weeping uncontrollably.The pillow was wet with tears.

A hand patted his back.

"Su Xiong, Su Xiong! Are you okay?"

The voice was panicked and anxious, just like the call from ten years ago.

"Su Xiong, wake up! You're sleepy!"

The mind is confused for a moment.Su Xiong finally came to his senses: "Aunt Jin?"

"What's wrong with you?" Jing Hua stretched out her right hand and waved it in front of Su Xiong's eyes, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Su Xiong wiped his tears with his sleeve and said, "I'm fine."

"I'll get you a glass of water." Jing Hua said.

"No, I..."

"Oh, it's okay."

Jing Hua poured a glass of water and handed it to Su Xiong. Su Xiong took the glass and drank the water silently.

"Did you dream about your parents?" Jing Hua asked.

Su Xiong nodded.

"Don't be sad, there is still your Aunt Jin!" Jing Hua comforted.

"Aunt Jin, have you heard the story of the cuckoo bird?" Su Xiong asked suddenly.

"The story of the cuckoo bird?" Jing Hua shook her head, "What story?"

"According to legend, the cuckoo will lay its eggs in the bird's nest..."

"Oh, I know that!" Jing Hua said excitedly, "I've learned it before. Cuckoos are brood parasites, they never make nests, and they don't know how to raise offspring. So every time it's egg-laying season, they will look around for them. Bird's nest, when you see a bird's nest that is about the same color and size as your own eggs, you will lay eggs in that nest when the little bird is not at home, and then take the corresponding number of eggs away, and replace them. In this way, the little cuckoo hatched together. Is that the story you're telling?"

Su Xiong nodded unnaturally: "Yes..."

Jing Hua continued: "The hatching time of cuckoo eggs is very short, and they often come out before the chicks. After the young cuckoos hatch, they will push the chicks' own children one by one while the mother bird is out foraging. Go on, eh, it sounds so wicked...but this is the instinct of cuckoo birds. After losing their cubs, out of maternal instinct, the mother bird will love the remaining young birds even more, so even if the little cuckoo kills its cubs , it will continue to feed the little cuckoo until it grows up. The little cuckoo grows very fast, and some are even several times larger than the mother bird that feeds it. Feed it on top of the little cuckoo's head. When the little cuckoo's wings are full, it will leave the bird's nest and its foster mother who worked hard to feed it."

"Oh... so it's like this..." Su Xiong said.

"During the time I heard something, the cuckoo was singing and the blood ape was mourning. The literati always say that the cuckoo is pitiful. In fact, the cuckoo is just a bird that sounds pitiful and doesn't need to make a nest or raise children. I think it is the target of it The mother bird is so pitiful. Not to mention all her children are gone. After finally raising the little cuckoo, she flapped her wings and flew away. In the end, nothing happened. Hey, the laws of nature are so helpless, it’s better to be human. Su Xiong, what's wrong with you? Why are you sweating so much?" Jing Hua asked, raising her hand to stroke Su Xiong's forehead.

Su Xiong's face was pale, and the hand holding the teacup trembled violently.As soon as Jing Hua touched it, Su Xiong shook suddenly, the teacup in his hand fell to the ground, and it shattered with a "crack".

"I'm sorry, I..." Su Xiong's eyes were red, and his voice was a little tense.

"Don't move," Jing Hua touched Su Xiong's forehead, "Why is it so cold? Are you freezing?"

"I... um... I..."

Um?There seems to be something wrong with this kid?

"Su Xiong, what's wrong with you?" Jing Hua asked.

"I... I have a headache, I'll go to bed first!" Su Xiong said without any explanation, grabbed the quilt and covered his head tightly.

"Hey, you will suffer from hypoxia," Jing Hua tugged at Su Xiong's quilt, and said, "Go to sleep, I'll go do other things."

Jing Hua packed up the teacup fragments, wrapped them in waste rice paper, opened the door, and asked, "Is there a trash can? Accidentally broke a cup."

"Why are you so careless?" A voice came with a smile, "If you break something, you will have to pay for it."

Jing Hua was very displeased: "Young Master Yue, you are a man, can you stop being so stingy?"

"Stingy?" Nongyue slowly waved her folding fan, and said unhurriedly, "You eat mine, drink mine, and live in mine. Is it considered stingy to ask you to pay for a cup?"

"I didn't ask you to invite me to live here," Jing Hua said with her mouth curled up. "How about this, you let me go, and I will pay for the room and cup money, okay?"

"That can't be done," Nongyue said with a smile, "The leader has ordered that you are not allowed to leave half a step."

It turned out to be Ban Tianyue's instructions!Brother Sima is really sad, brother and brother are so loyal, they don't even know that they are their fathers.Jing Hua sneered in her heart.

"Master Nongyue, you are really a close employee of Shenyue Sect!" Jing Hua sarcastically said.

Nongyue raised her voice: "Oh? There is something in Mrs. Miaoyin's words."

"Although my brain is broken, I still remember that I don't get along with Young Master Moon of the Spring Breeze Palace. If you arrest me, you won't be afraid that I will make trouble for you and spoil your good deeds?" Jing Hua asked.

"Hahahaha!" Nongyue laughed presumptuously, "That depends on whether Mrs. Miaoyin has the ability!"

"you……!!!"

"Why, do you want to learn?" Nongyue smiled provocatively, and walked slowly in front of Jing Hua.

"You...what do you want to do?" After all, Young Master Nongyue is a master at using poison, and although Jing Hua has acquired martial arts thanks to the blessing of Mrs. Jinhua, she is definitely no match for Young Master Nongye with brute force.So as soon as Nongyue approached, Jing Hua's confidence was obviously lacking.

Nongyue closed the folding fan, touched the Dingshen acupuncture point on Jing Hua's upper body, and said with a half-smile, "Come with me."

Looking down, he saw the shards of the teacup in Jing Hua's hands, turned around and ordered, "Dong'er, take the shards and throw them away."

"Please, Mrs. Miaoyin." Nongyue smiled and made a "please" gesture.

Jing Hua began to regret it.