Purple Qi Donglai

The smoke is curling up, the smog is lingering, this land bears the aura of the sun and the moon, there are mountains and waters, the sea of ​​flowers is already in full bloom at this season, mixed with the smell of flowers and grass, it is so refreshing to the nose , Intoxicating, it is already the unitary time, the sunset, the sun's brilliance reflected on this land, it seems that this Qingqiu is extraordinarily warm and bright, every family starts to light a fire to cook, across the other end, the fragrance is overflowing.

Jing Qiong gently shook the black iron fan, squinted his eyes slightly, looked at the scene in front of him, and a picture emerged in his mind, a thatched cottage, no matter how many years of baptism in spring, summer, autumn and winter, whether it is heavy snow or Mu Xia, always There will always be smoke rising from the kitchen, and you can always smell the aroma of rice. In this small room, there will always be a pair of lovers staying together. They will have a lovely child, and the days are like this. It seems plain but also real happiness.

Jing Qiong opened her eyes slightly, and her eyes were stained with deep meaning. This Qingqiu is still as simple and simple as it used to be. Since Qingqiu Fox Emperor Baizhi took over, it has reflected the simplicity of this Qingqiu, unlike the one in the sky. Restraint, there are not so many etiquettes, and the same is true for love. If you are happy with each other, you can stay together for life without so much consideration, and you don't have so much consideration. They are not like their heavenly clan. Involuntary."

When Migu walked over, he happened to be holding a basin in his hand, and there was a lively fish lying in the basin, which seemed to be an ingredient for cooking. The miserable expression on his face also expressed his mood at the moment , Jingqiong walked over unhurriedly.

"Is it convenient for this little brother to talk?" Jing Qiong said with a light smile, actually teasing Migu,

Migu looked at the boy in white beside him, could it be that he is only three hundred years old?Why did he look like a child?Brother is calling me?

"Young master, do you have something to do?" Migu said in a daze, still holding a basin in his hand.

When Jingqiong heard this, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and he looked at Migu carefully, the little tree spirit did say something, seeing that he had very little cultivation, he didn't blame him if he couldn't tell.

"Brother, please help me introduce the young highness of Qingqiu, Jing, thank you here." Jingqiong nodded slightly, the corners of her mouth raised,

This young man in white clothes is very polite, but if he wants to see His Highness, is he an acquaintance of His Highness?

"Then you wait here for a while and I'll report it." Migu ran away after finishing speaking.

Jing Qiong shook her head amusedly, this little tree spirit is good in everything, but his aptitude is too shallow, if he gets advice from an expert, his current skills will increase by a few percentage points.