Misty GL

The sky flashed by, and the scarlet thin shirt fluttered like peach blossoms, and the figure stepping on the blossoming peach blossoms headed towards the west hall.

Xuanxue raised her eyes, and saw a blush falling on the west hall, and the faint cry of a child could be heard.

At this moment, Xuanxue remembered that the red lotus conceived by Ling Wan with her heart and soul that day,

Thinking of the sword she pierced into her heart so neatly...

That person, in the past, pricked his finger, and he would cry twice for the pained person,

That sword stabbed without hesitation, decisively and cruelly.

When Xuanxue regained consciousness, the tea in her hand was already cold.

The East Hall is deserted, I don't know if the child is about to be born,

Her mood became a little gloomy and depressed, and sometimes she couldn't stand the boundless silence and emptiness.

The faint fragrance of peach blossoms comes from the other side of the wall. I don't know if it is the fragrance of peach blossoms or the breath of that person.

Xuanxue turned her head to look, and outside the shadowy window pane, a scarlet skirt appeared,

Fingers flicked the pane, revealing a pair of narrow eyes.

Xuanxue squeezed the teacup tightly, lowered her head, and slowly got up,

Wan'er stepped forward to support her, the maid picked up her clothes and walked slowly towards the hall.

The next moment, Lingwan appeared in front of her eyes, with a slight smile on her lips, her eyes were like water, and she said softly,

"haven't seen you for a long time".

Xuanxue nodded her head, and said softly, "I'm back."

A gleam of light flashed in Lingwan's eyes, and her smile grew stronger, and she replied, "I'm back."

She stretched out her arm, and saw a little red light rushing towards her, and what she grabbed directly in her hand was a ball of red swaddling clothes,

A pink and round face appeared, followed by a maid with a flustered expression.

"Xian'a, her name is Xian'a", Ling Wan said impatiently,

"Slim?" Xuanxue frowned slightly,

"Wangshu, the monthly calendar counts, leaps into the middle of the month, and is the emperor of the moon",

She looked at Lingwan puzzled, "What do you mean?".

"If you are the moon, she will be the moon ruler", Lingwan looked at her,

"To defend it, or to be protected by it, depends on what you think?".

Xuanxue sighed, "It's always against me like this",

She looked down at the girl in Lingwan's arms, she was exquisite and lovely,

She couldn't help teasing her fingers, which made Xian'a giggle,

Biting his fingers, he looked at her unafraid.

"Others can't coax you well. Once you coax her, she will laugh." Lingwan smiled and handed Xian'a to the maid.

Suddenly he took Xuanxue's hand and said, "I'll take your pulse."

Her palms are soft and warm, her skin is radiant and delicate,

Xuanxue curled her fingers, not used to this kind of intimacy, but she could hear Ling Wan rambling,

Xian Ah loves to cry at night, and always needs to be coaxed, and the song she loves most is the neon dress song...

Maybe they are both mothers, maybe they haven't seen each other for 30 years,

The Ling Wan in front of her seemed to be a little less frivolous and more restrained,

Xuanxue listened to her quietly, it was the first time for the two of them, there was no ridicule or dispute.

As Xian'a grows up day by day, Xuanxue's belly is also getting bigger and bigger,

In the end, walking became difficult, and her divine power barely maintained the fetus, and there was no more strength left.

Lingwan threw Xian'a in the west hall, but ran to the east hall very frequently, others only said that she was still finding fault as usual.

"Go out and sit," Lingwan sat in front of the couch, looking at Xuanxue with a big belly,

Her feet are a bit swollen, her cheeks are plump, her figure is still thin, only her belly is scary.

"Don't go", Xuanxue leaned tiredly on the pillow, her skin was fair and white, in the hot summer, she wore a thin shirt close to her body,

"Basking in the sun, staying in the house all day, my face is scary pale",

Lingwan got up, and before Xuanxue could refuse, she hugged her in her arms and walked towards the courtyard.

Whenever Lingwan comes to the East Hall, the people in the hall will retreat.

One is that the flower god will repel them, and the other is that they are afraid of the moon god's wrath, so they simply hide as far away as possible.

Anyway, if these two masters quarrel, they quarrel, and if they fight, it's the one in the west hall who suffers.

The nose is a faint peach blossom mixed with magnolia flower aroma,

As long as Ling Wan is in Wanshen Mountain, her clothes will only have this smell,

Only when she first returned to Wanshen Mountain, she sometimes smelled of phantom snowflakes, sometimes of sorrel,

Xuanxue could probably guess that she went to Beiyu or Dongyu.

Except for Yang Yan, no one has ever hugged her like this,

A few strands of Lingwan's long hair brushed mischievously across Xuanxue's face, making it tickle,

She raised her eyes and saw Lingwan's long jade neck, rosy lips, and fluttering hair,

Those long and narrow eyes were full of peach blossoms.

"Isn't it, when you give birth to this child, you will not bear the fate of the gods, and the responsibility of bearing children is only Xuanxue",

Lingwan looked at her quietly, "Xue'er who is free and unfettered".

Xuanxue shook her head, "The bones of the gods are buried forever, so why not talk about freedom?",

Lingwan curled her fingers slightly, lowered her head and chuckled, "Can't you forget Yang Yan?",

Xuanxue was slightly stunned, 300 years had passed since the fall of the gods,

In the long years, she can't remember much about Qing Yangyan's appearance, only the day when they first met.

That day was Xuanxue's birthday, she was walking alone in the Cangmu Forest, when the rainbow light first appeared,

The colorful feather mountain wind whistling past, like a paintbrush painting dots of color on the blue sky,

The sky is full of flowers falling down, it is her favorite magnolia, and the blossoms are delicate and bright.

Xuanxue was amazed and delighted by the magnificent scenery,

Yang Yan came from the forest riding a fire unicorn, handsome and heroic.

Yang Yan said, the sky is full of auspicious clouds and rainbow lights, and the flowers are in full bloom, nothing compares to your first smiling face.

At that time, Xinyue was born.

Because everything on her birthday, there is God's will in the dark, is her favorite,

Breeze, Haze, Mountain Breeze, Magnolia, and Yang Yan walking out of the forest.

"Are you thinking about him?" Lingwan chuckled lightly, the smile not reaching his eyes,

"I have been waiting for hundreds of years, but I still can't let go."

Xuanxue understood what Lingwan meant, and she wanted to tell Lingwan that being so persistent and willful,

It has nothing to do with whether the child in the womb is inflamed or not.

She caressed her belly lovingly, she just wanted this child.

"The protoss gave birth to a child, and you are close to death. Do you want to risk your life for him?" Ling Wan curled up her fingertips and said,

"Since ancient times, women have conceived and given birth, whether they are mortals or gods, don't they all risk their lives?" Xuanxue said softly,

She looked up at the falling magnolia flowers, with a faint smile on her lips.

"Promise me", Ling Wan grabbed her hand, with a little force, "You will survive".

Xuanxue looked at her with a smile and remained silent.

Lingwan stood up, and the magnolia trees fell one after another following the hurricane that rose out of thin air.

Her blue hair danced and her face was solemn.

In the medical hall of Shenxu Palace, Yao Zhenren was counting the medicinal materials when he saw Ling Wan walking towards him with a face full of frost.

"Shenjun", Yao Zhenren bowed and said,

"Moon God's birth is imminent, are everything ready?" Lingwan reminded,

"There is no room for loss. If you need anything, just tell me."

Yao Zhenren took out a booklet from his arms, flipped through it,

"Snow Bear's Gallbladder and Bing Lingxiao from the North, Immortal Flower and Dragon Red Ginseng from the South, Ningxian Teng and Zizhi from the Earth Vein from the West, Langgan Jade Liquid and Resurrection Flower from the East...".

Yao Zhenren babbled, but actually read more than thirty kinds of spiritual herbs and immortal medicines,

Any kind is rare and rare in the Three Realms, making people jealous,

"It's still short of a taste of Emperor Sheng..." Yao Zhenren suddenly raised his head and said,

"It's time like this, you just told me, you're still short of a medicine", Lingwan's face darkened, and he sternly shouted,

Yao Zhenren shivered in fright,

"Shenjun, it is said from the emperor's life that it was the beginning of chaos, a brocade grass that gave birth to spiritual consciousness,

Absorbing the divine power of chaos, it has the magical effect of reassuring the soul and guarding the gods,

This thing has never appeared in tens of thousands of years, the old man only saw it in the classics,

It’s just that a few days ago, I heard that this thing appeared, and it appeared in Dongyu Qinghua.”

"Dongyu Qinghua", Lingwan said softly,

Yao Zhenren looked at her apprehensively,

"The old man is thinking that the relationship between Shenjun and Emperor Qinghua is quite good,

Maybe there is a way to get the emperor's birth, and the risk of the emperor's birth will be reduced."

Lingwan pursed her lips, her eyes were condensed, and after a while, Fang said, "Remember what you promised me",

Yao Zhenren bowed and said, "Don't worry, God, I will never tell the origin of these elixir to the Lord",

Ling Wan flicked his sleeves, a stream of light hit his face heavily, and said coldly,

"You'd better keep it in your mind".

Yao Zhenren's mouth overflowed with blood, bowed his body,

Until Lingwan walked out of the hall, Fang raised his head, looking at her disappearing back with complicated eyes.

Three days later, the rainbow light pierced the sky, and the snow-white one-horned celestial horse pulled a carriage full of immortal jade across the sky above Wanshen Mountain.

Xuanxue, who was lying under the tree taking a nap, opened her cold eyes, frowning as she watched the carriage land in the west hall, trying to show off.

"Qinghua Lingqi?" Xuanxue looked at Wan'er,

"I heard that the God of Flowers invited Emperor Qinghua to come to Wanshen Mountain as a guest," Wan'er replied.

"What does she have to do with Qinghua?" Xuanxue brushed her fingers over the rim of the cup, her eyelids slightly drooping, thinking,

Wan'er hesitated, hesitated to speak, and said in a low voice,

"It is said that the God of Flowers is quite close to Emperor Qinghua, and they have a very close relationship."

Xuanxue took a sip of tea, and glanced at her, "Lingwan is a god, how can you allow you to criticize behind others",

Wan'er responded, bowed her head and admitted her mistake.

"Help me back", Xuanxue was tired, supported her waist, and walked back slowly.

At night, the crescent moon is like a hook, and the stars are twinkling,

Xuanxue lay on the couch, turned over, opened her sober eyes, sat up with difficulty,

"The lord is not asleep?" Wan'er sat next to her, and when she heard the movement, she immediately asked,

"I can't breathe, you open the window", Xuanxue walked to the window,

There was a gentle breeze, and the west hall in the distance was brightly lit, and there were faint sounds of sheng, flute and zither.

"I heard that Qing Huasheng is handsome, elegant, gentle and affectionate, and he is also the Emperor of the Eastern Imperial Palace,

It would be a good thing if Lingwan can marry him," Xuanxue said suddenly,

Wan'er was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help talking again,

"I heard that the second lord once said in the West Hall that she doesn't see the Holy Emperor at all.

At the end of the day, it’s just what everyone needs.”

Everyone takes what they need, these four words are extremely harsh in Xuanxue's ears, and she can't help but turn slightly cold,

"She hasn't changed her frivolous temperament, isn't she afraid of tarnishing the name of the Protoss?".

At this time, the profligate voice from the West Hall became more and more frivolous, provocative, and unbearable to the ears.

With a sullen face, Xuanxue said coldly, "Help me to the West Palace".