The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Hua Jue clutched the little fat bird in her pocket, hurriedly ran back to her "convalescence" room, and put Phoenix on a cushion.Little Fenghuang stumbled out of the purse, buried in the cushion for a while before recovering, looked up at him.

Hua Jue moved a chair and sat down in front of it, and asked eagerly, "Are you Fenghuang?"

The little fat bird nodded.

Hua Jue asked again: "Do you remember me?"

The little fat bird nodded again.Hua Jue let out a long sigh of relief: "Finally you still remember me, Xiao Feng and they all forgot. It seems that something went wrong with the judge's pen this time. It's not too late. Let's figure out how to go back together now and leave as soon as possible. .”

Feng Huang opened his mouth, Hua Jue listened carefully, and found that it yelled again sadly: "Hua Jue—" Hua Jue hurriedly coaxed it, and stuffed it with a few handfuls of crushed peanuts. He pecked and ate it, and then called out again: "Hua Jue..."

Hua Jue looked at it for a long time, and finally understood: "You really... can only say these few words?"

The little fat bird made a sound that seemed to be a sigh, and nodded heavily.

Hua Jue: "..."

He thought he had picked up a savior, but the savior couldn't speak and could only eat peanuts.Fenghuang was obviously treated inhumanely at Hua Dabao's place, so hungry that she ate up all the dim sum left on the table, and drank half a glass of light wine that Hua Jue kept for sleep aid.After drinking, it buried its head under the wings, looked at Hua Jue shyly, then turned its whole body, buried itself comfortably in the cushion, and fell asleep soundly.

Hua Jue: "..."

After confirming again and again, he finally believed that the bird had fallen asleep, as if he didn't know that they were in dire straits.Hua Jue stared at it for a long time, finally convinced, and carefully put the soft cushion with a small fat bird back on it, covered it with a silk handkerchief as a quilt, and then climbed into the bed and fell asleep.He opened his eyes and stared at the void, as if he saw his illusory future, lonely and helpless, so sad.

Early the next morning, Hua Jue opened her eyes and realized that she was buried by piles of paper.Thin notes on the bed were spread out one after another, and the bed was completely submerged, forming a small mountain in front of people's eyes.

On the top of the mountain, a fat snow-white bird stood proudly, its short beak was stained with ink, and on the other side of the stool, there was an inkstone that had been overturned by more than half.Little Phoenix jumped a few steps, crawled to Hua Jue's chest with a piece of paper in his mouth, and motioned him to look at the writing on it.Hua Jue was bleary-eyed, and when she looked around, she saw that Feng Huang had written all over the top with her sharp beak: "Good morning, Hua Jue, if you want to say good morning to me too, please turn to the next page of 'Moon'." First'."

Hua Jue was a little pleasantly surprised: he forgot before that Fenghuang can't speak now, but at least she can read and write what it wants to say with a pen.Although the communication between the two is a bit slow, it can be completely barrier-free.

He rubbed his eyes, and after searching for a long time, he found the paper with the moon painted on the lower right corner and marked "the first sheet", and saw the words on it: "I took a nap, and now I am in good spirits. Do you want to know?" What happened to me in this world? If you want, please turn to 'number ten'."

Hua Jue: "..."

Feng Huang didn't give him a second choice at all.Hua Jue looked all the way over, the joy and freshness gradually faded, and it was hard to find it.Feng Huang didn't understand Hua Jue's mood, but sighed that he didn't understand the style, and wrote another one to Hua Jue: "You don't understand, you can't say enough, like this one after another, secretive and It can be regarded as amorous feelings if it makes people appetite. The word "mystery" is the number one magic weapon in Fengyue."

Hua Jue stared at it: "I am a decent person."

Little Phoenix shook her head repeatedly, jumped up and patted Hua Jue with the tips of her wings, and then wrote: "I'm not trying to pick you up, I'm just teaching you how to pick up that dragon."

According to Fenghuang, he was also unexpected about the current situation.He came into the world in the image of a parrot——Here, Little Phoenix uses the phrase "the image of my subjects" and explains it by "experiencing the sufferings of the people of my feathered and bird clan"; Tell Hua Jue.Hua Jue struggled to find a lot of nonsense for a long time, and finally found some key points: Feng Huang said that, except for the abnormal identity, the operation of this world is not much different from that of 20 years ago.

"What do you mean there is not much difference?" Hua Jue asked.

Xiao Fenghuang wrote: "Someone once told me that although luck can be changed, fate is fixed. Now you have become the identity of the life I voted for. As long as there are no mistakes at critical moments, other minor details can be ignored. .So you don’t need to go back in a hurry, I think, if you go on like this, you should still be able to see what happened that year for me.”

"Really?" Hua Jue was a little suspicious.

He learned hexagrams and heard that although fate is fixed, luck can be changed.The difference before and after, but the meaning is completely different from what Fenghuang said.He often said this to the frustrated people-looking at fate, not looking at the absolute number of fate, but the greatest possibility that a person's fate can develop.A gambler will not repent until his family is ruined, and a villain will not turn back until his son dies and his wife is separated. But if a person has a firm mind, he may not be unable to control his life.However, according to what Hua Jue has seen and heard, lazy people are lazy to death, bad people are bad to the end, and there is no one who can change his life for a hundred years.

Feng Huang went on to write: "For example, you escaped from the Lefang now, and it was true back then, but I ran out to play for a few days on the way home, and met him on the way, and then he sent me back. You ran away, I ran away, I was in the palace at this time 20 years ago, and now you are here. So you see, there is not much difference."

Hua Jue compared what Fenghuang had told him about the past, and found that it was true: he was beaten by the nanny because he took a picture of a sleeping talisman for Xuanlong and made people leave early.And Feng Huang was also beaten up back then, because he didn't know how to restrain himself, and even asked the distinguished guest to serve him tea in person.

The difference is in the minutiae, but the result is the same.Xuanlong picked up Huajue who had fled, and King Ziyang picked up Fenghuang who was wandering around.

Hua Jue was a little flustered: "Is it such a coincidence?"

Fenghuang looked at him, Xiaodou's eyes were a little calm: "So you see, the judge's pen has already been arranged. Since you sentenced my life, I think, as long as we spend our lives in this world, we can Go back safely."

Hua Jue was silent.

The little fat bird looked at him carefully, then waved its wings, flew onto his shoulder and squatted, rubbing his fluffy head against his face: "I'm sorry, I didn't know it would become like this."

Hua Jue sighed: "Let's leave it at that... I can't blame you, I don't know the judge's pen at all. Xiaofeng is right, we are still too hasty."

Little Phoenix tilted his head and didn't speak.Hua Jue took him off his shoulders and held him in her palm: "I have already promised you to find memories for you, and I will not break my promise."

Hua Jue tidied up a large pile of papers that Fenghuang made, and pressed them under the suitcase.Afterwards, he picked up the pen himself and began to write on the paper. When thinking about his words, he casually fed a few small fruits to the little fat bird.

In fact, as early as a few days ago, he had thought about the possibility that he was in Fenghuang's fate, and if he wanted to return to his original life, he had to let Fenghuang's life come to an end.Feng Huang's thoughts coincided with his, so he acquiesced, and no longer had other hopes, he just wanted to get through this period honestly and end it quickly.

20 years ago, Feng Huang went out to play, sprained her ankle when she was in autumn, and was taken back by the passing Ziyang King.The two got along for half a month, and a little affection developed.

Feng Huang commented: "Well, half a month may feel short in the eyes of an ignorant person like you, but it's not. The people in our Fengyue field are all about killing with one blow, and it doesn't take a few hours to take down a person. .The reason why it took me so long to seduce him is because he is too difficult to deal with."

Little Fenghuang was quiet for a while, then murmured suddenly: "Actually, I don't know whether I seduced him or not at that time. He always doesn't speak."

Hua Jue put down her pen: "Seduce?"

"Yes, to make him fall in love with you and be willing to spend money for you." Feng Huang wrote, "Money is the true meaning of love. Although I don't recognize the name of the prince of the dragon, in this world, you don't have to Treat him as my lord, just treat him as Xiaofeng himself, I think you will relax a bit if you do this."

Hua Jue's eyes were empty.

He was a little tired: So, is he going to please that Mojilong like Feng Huang did 20 years ago?

What would that dragon like?Burnt confectionery squeezed into the shape of a rabbit?Or do the dishes?

Huajue's head grew bigger.Feng Huangyu told him earnestly: "Don't be afraid, when it comes to these things in Fengyue, no one knows better than me, I can teach you. Everyone has their own differences, and that dragon is different from the original prince. , the right medicine is the right medicine.”

Hua Jue asked seriously: "Then what do you think he would like?"

"You don't know?" Little Phoenix narrowed his eyes, and made a giggling sound that seemed to be a laugh: "You really don't know? According to what I saw before, that dragon only likes you... likes you the most. As long as it's you, I think no matter what you do, it will make him happy."

During the day, the palace changed from the bustle and bustle of yesterday's banquet guests.It is said that the prince watched the moon in the deer park for a whole night, and closed the door to thank guests during the day, so that he could rest in peace and sleep.

Xuanlong was wearing an unlined garment, sitting at the table drawing a picture, with a few strokes he outlined a clear and gentle side face.After painting, he felt dissatisfied, so he rubbed the paper and threw it aside.

There was something missing in the painting, and he didn't know what was missing.He paints people, men and women, children and old people. Today's painting is indeed based on the famous band name, but it doesn't look like it no matter how he paints it. He wants to remember those clear eyes, But it was too late to write.

King Ziyang who guards Jiangling, now the emperor's uncle, is a person who can't remember the faces of others.Xuanlong only looked at people's clothes and listened to their voices. In the same way, he forgot what the young man's eyes looked like. He only remembered that they were very bright, bright and clean, and could see his shadow.

If you can't draw it, Xuanlong will stop painting.Just as he was thinking about when to call the young man over to draw a picture for comparison with the real person, a servant knocked on the door and came in, bringing him a stack of letters.

"It was written to you by Master Feng Huang."

Said Cao Cao Cao Cao arrived.Xuanlong's mood relaxed a little, he weighed the weight of the letter, a little surprised why he could write so many words.Is it true that as everyone said, the young man became ill with longing, and sent letters every day to wait for him to return home, and his affection was quite deep.

Xuanlong calmly asked the servants to retreat, and after they left, he lowered his eyes and opened the letter, and pulled out a large stack of papers from inside.

Write these words on the first piece of paper: "Good afternoon, my lord, if you want to say good afternoon to me too, please see the fourth piece."

Xuanlong: "..."

After he took out the fourth piece of paper, he found that the routine was exactly the same, to the effect that he was asked to find the seventh piece of paper beginning with a certain font size, Yunyun.He frowned, and looked directly at the last one, which honestly said: "I want to invite you to go on an autumn walk together."

Nothing more.

Xuanlong looked at the letter that had been written in hundreds of thousands of times, and suddenly restrained the seriousness between his brows, and smiled lightly.

"Okay." He whispered.