The night, as always, was quiet.
The bright moonlight sprinkled down like a mist, through the carved window, hazily drifting in, shining on the young girl’s fair little face on the bed, cold and lonely.
The young girl was beautiful, as beautiful as an orchid in an empty valley.
Her eyes were closed, her brows knitted lightly, her small hands gripping the corners of the quilt tightly, and her white, polished forehead was now covered in cold sweat.
Suddenly, the sleeping girl sat up violently from her bed, her deep purple eyes filled with sorrow.
“A Yan …” The young girl clutched the thin shirt at her heart, and her soft low calling voice made people unable to resist heartache.
Time flies like a shuttle, although in the blink of an eye a dozen years, but some hurt and some pain is forever engraved in the hearts of some people.
After the night comes the dawn.
Early summer morning is not yet very hot, the breeze is light, the crystal dew drops along the turquoise lotus leaves into the pond, disappeared.
The sound of footsteps on the stone bridge gradually increased, and even though it was dawn, the people of Yan City began to get busy.
Yan City, now the capital city of the Great Phoenix Dynasty.
Back then, after Duanmu Shi unified Han Tian, he changed the country’s name to Phoenix and moved the capital to Zhongzhou.
Zhongzhou was at the very center of the Han Tian Continent, surrounded by mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack, and as early as the first time Duanmu Shi saw Zhongzhou, it was destined to be prosperous today.
After Duanmu Shi moved the capital to Zhongzhou, Zhongzhou City was no longer closed and self-defense, and widely opened roads and built official roads to connect the four countries.
More than ten years have passed, Zhongzhou City has not been the original small city closed in the mountains, just like the most prosperous and lively capital city of the Great Phoenix Dynasty – Yan City.
Yan one word, only to commemorate the year of the Hei Yan, although the past ten years, but the Hei Yan perished, is still the death of everyone’s heart.
After Yan City became the capital city, the original four countries, on the other hand, became the four largest cities in Great Phoenix City, and the prosperity remained the same, and the original four country lords, also became the four city lords.
Huangfu Cang was old and had no desire to manage Qinglong City, so he passed the position of City Lord to Xuan Wang’s son Huangfu Yu, and he himself followed Duanmu Shi to Yan City, enjoying the joys of heaven.
Not only Huangfu Cang, Duanmu Xue, Xuanyuan Mo, and Xiahou Chen also arrived in Yan City to accompany Duanmu Shi.
As for the city’s affairs, the three are not lazy, a monthly trip back to the Vermilion Bird, White Tiger, Xuanwu to deal with the city’s affairs, weekdays, if there is an emergency, the three will also go to deal with.
Phoenix Palace, a palace designed and named by Duanmu Shi himself, was located in the southernmost part of Yan City.
Xuelan Hall, located in the center of the Phoenix Palace, with the exact same scenery as the War King’s House Xuelan Courtyard, was specially made by Duanmu Shi for Xuanyuan Mo, and is also the sleeping quarters of the two.
On the wide and luxurious phoenix bed, there was a woman with a stunningly beautiful appearance, the woman’s eyes were closed and her breathing was light.
The black-clothed man beside her carefully helped her lift the quilt on her chest upwards, and looking at the woman’s peaceful sleeping face, the corners of the man’s lips lifted up in favor, and he leaned down to plant a kiss on her bare forehead.
Seemingly sensing something, the woman’s brow twitched and she slowly opened her eyes.
Seeing the man in black, the corners of the woman’s lips lifted into a large smile, “Ah Xue, you’re back, Sheng’er and the others must be very happy.”
The corner of Xuanyuan Mo’s lips hooked slightly, he smiled evilly and approached Duanmu Shi, “Are they happy with only Sheng’er?”
Duanmu Shi’s pretty face slightly reddened, her eyes lightly turned, “Of course …”
“Hmm?” Xuanyuan Mo raised his eyebrows, his sexy thin lips lightly pressed against the pink lips, as if the owner of those pink lips answered incorrectly, he would drive in the next second.
“No.” Duanmu Shi’s purple eyes with a smile, reached out and hooked her hand onto Xuanyuan Mo’s neck, taking the initiative to send her red lips, “Ah Xue, I miss you so much …”
Tempting red lips, sweet-smelling breath, warm and soft whispers, all of them were tempting Xuanyuan Mo.
Breathing more and more rapidly, he hung his head and eagerly picked up Tuan Shih’s movements.
The hot kisses that came overwhelmingly, Duanmu Shi’s brain instantly went blank.
“Well …”
After a long time, Duanmu Shi lowly . Chanting out, her small hand tightly grasps the large hand that wanders in the blasphemous clothes, “Ah Xue stop it, it’s dawn.”
Although there is no need for an early morning court today, …
Xuanyuan Mo raised his eyes and looked at Duanmu Shi’s mesmerized eyes, stained with love. A bad smile flashed through the lustful eyes, “It’s been half a month, doesn’t Shi’er want me?”
The hot and charming breath, sprayed in Duanmu Shi’s ears, made her instantly soften her body, and the small hand that grasped Xuanyuan Mo’s big hand was completely powerless.
The hot, large hands resumed their movements, the calloused ones caressing the delicate skin, bringing up a fiery heat.
Duanmu Shi slowly closed her eyes, drifting with the waves like a small boat floating on the sea.
The Xuelan Hall is charming, and the lights and colors outside the Xuelan Hall are decorated with red silk hanging high, just because today is the sixteen year old birthday of the four little ones.
Changle Palace, the entire Phoenix Palace, the largest and most exquisite palace, is also the exclusive palace of the four little ones.
Because the four little ones grew up with a deep bond and never wanted to be separated, Duanmu Shi built the Changle Hall for them.
White String Xuan, located directly east of Changle Hall, was Huangfu Wenxian’s exclusive compound.
Early in the morning, a little one sneaked into the White String Hen.
“Brother Chord is getting up.” A small hand cupped a dog’s tail grass and kept harassing Huangfu Wenxian’s nose.
In his sleep, Huangfu Wenxian only felt that his nose was strangely itchy.
“Achoo …”
Finally, Huangfu Wenxian sat up directly from the bed, opening his eyes in confusion and meeting a pair of beautiful pink eyes.
Seeing Ye Wuyou, the corners of Huangfu Wenxin’s lips unconsciously hooked up as he reached out and directly carried him onto the bed, “Why are you here, uncle, auntie brought you here.”
Six years ago, Jun Wu Xie and Ye Bing Ning gave birth to Little Wu Xie, but instead of taking the surname Jun, they took the surname Ye.
Little Carefree nodded seriously, “Mother said that today is the birthday of Brother Chord xiao, and Sister Ser, Sister Sheng, and I’m here to deliver a gift.”
With that, Worryless handed the gift in his hand to Wen Chuan.
Wen Chord glanced at the four grasshoppers in Wuyou’s hands, the smile in his eyes increased, reached out and took one, looked at it carefully, and sighed in admiration, “The grasshoppers that our Wuyou braided are so exquisite, brother Chord likes them very much.”
Hearing this, Little Wuyou’s little face instantly rippled with flowers, “Really? It was daddy who taught me.”
Carefree’s bright smile instantly shook Wenchuan’s eyes.
This little guy is really growing more and more exquisite, this appearance is completely inherited uncle, even more than that, in addition to the pair of eyes, narrow peach blossom eyes with watery pink eyes, but it is its good-looking.
Winstring shook his head with a look of regret.
Such a beautiful person, but it is a pity that it is a male body, this grow up, and do not know how many women have to be harmed.
Seeing Winstring shake his head, Wuyou blinked in confusion, “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” Wen Chuan smiled and shook his head, reaching out to pinch Wuyou’s little face, “Go outside and play for a while, later on, brother Chuan will take you to the Mo xiao residence.”
Carefree nodded and obediently slid off Winstring, carrying the three grasshoppers out on his ass.
Soon enough, Wen Chord got dressed, freshened up, and walked out of the room.
A pure white brocade clothes, a white jade hairpin, no other accessories, but so warm as jade, fresh and handsome.
Seeing Little Wuyou by the pond, Wenchuan directly walked over and picked him up.
“Brother Chord, the white lotuses here are so pretty, I want to live here when I grow up.” Wuyou wrapped her arms around Wen Chuan’s neck and looked fondly at the pool of white lotuses.
“Good.” Wen Xian favorably hooked his lips.
The Moxiao Residence, located directly north of the Changle Palace, was Xuanyuan Hanxiao’s exclusive compound.
Unlike the pool of white lotuses in the White String Xuan, the most abundant thing in the Mo Xiao Residence is the ink bamboo, which is in patches, and when the wind blows it seems to be singing.
In the main courtyard of the Moxiao Residence, a black figure was dancing with a sword in the courtyard.
The black sword qi tumbled and flew, forming a splendid landscape with the bizarre stance of the black figure in mid-air.
Suddenly, the black figure’s eyes flashed, and the black longsword flew towards the white figure at the entrance of the courtyard with a “whoosh”.
Looking at the black longsword that sped towards him, Wen Chord unhurriedly pressed the little head in his arms into his own, then stretched out two fingers to easily clip the tip of the sword, and with a gentle flick, the black longsword instantly returned to the hands of the cold xiao.
“I say can you stop moving your sword and gun every time, it doesn’t matter if it scares me, but don’t scare Little Wuyou.” Wen Chord glared at Cold Cocker, looking very irritated.
“Wuyou is not afraid.” As soon as Wen Sheng’s words fell, Little Wushu lifted his little head.
While Wen Chord had a black line on his head, Cold Xie raised his eyebrows lightly and gently landed in front of the two.
“Five seconds slow.” The cold voice carried a hint of teasing.
There were more black lines on Wen Chuan’s forehead, and he was just about to snap when he heard a childish voice say, “Brother Han Xiao you’re so pretty.”
One sentence caused both Cold Cock and Wen Chord to blacken their faces at the same time.
The cold xiao frowned lightly, good looking, what kind of word is that?
Wen Sheng, on the other hand, was filled with jealousy and glanced at Han Xie in disgust.
This little guy really has no vision, where is he good looking, he is black from head to toe, not at all as handsome as he is.
A few people on this side were wide-eyed, but the palace guards of Himself Pavilion on that side had already begun to bustle in and out.
Himser Pavilion, located in the southernmost part of Changle Hall, was Duanmu Nuanse’s exclusive compound.
In the wide courtyard, there stood a woman in red, a woman who looked beautiful, flauntingly beautiful, sizzlingly beautiful, just like the garden full of Manzanita, demonic and bewitching.
“Is everything ready in the Great Hall?”
“Ready.”
“Go to the kitchen and see what’s missing and report immediately.”
“Yes.”
“You two run to White String Xuan and Mo Xiao Residence and invite the Second and Third Emperors.”
“Yes.”
…
After explaining everything, Duanmu Nuancer walked out of the Crimson Pavilion and headed to the west towards the Purple Sheng Court.
Purple Sheng Court, located in the westernmost part of Changle Hall, was Duanmu Liangsheng’s exclusive compound.
Just after stepping into Purple Sheng Yuan, the sound of a flute was faintly heard. The further inside, the clearer the sound of the flute became.
The sound of the flute is melodious and poignant, as if telling the heart of the player.
Nuoser stood in the doorway, lost in thought as he looked at Liangsheng, who was sitting in a tree, playing a jade flute.
The long, green silk and purple skirt fluttered in the wind, as did the large purple iris under the tree.
What a mesmerizing view it would have been if not for the mournful flute.