A corner of the Xiyuan courtyard.

Wei Zhenzhen stuffed the quilt horns for Xiao He'er and the others, put down the gauze tent, then blew out the candle, and Su Su, who was waiting for her at the door, walked through the big yard tacitly. Just as she was about to return to her residence, Xu Ziling suddenly appeared waiting for them in front of her.

"Why are you not going to Qingqing's place when you are back?" Wei Zhenzhen opened her arms and flew over with her smile to Xu Ziling, who wanted to hug her tightly into her arms. Wait for him to hug her tightly and rotated her tightly in the air for several times and felt that it was not enough and he kissed her deeply before asking him a little angrily: "Don't you want to ask me about Xier, right? If a kitten wants to steal a mouth, I can't care... Mr. Xu will be the king soon. It's very reasonable to have more concubines. You can make your own decisions about the master, just don't add too much sisters and make no one remember them."

"Xi'er's little mouth is like a pair of scissors, but her family won't be lonely." Su Su also hugged Xu Ziling from behind and said softly: "Husband, go quickly and don't let Sister Qing wait for a long time..."

"How can I go with you holding me?" Xu Ziling laughed.

"It's all you..." Su Su asked Xu Ziling to hug her back tightly and struggled to find out that it was Xu Ziling making fun of her.

"Qingqing just showed everyone what she wanted to do, not because she wanted me to go over. Xu Ziling picked up Su Su and Wen Yu, then walked side by side with Wei Zhenzhen and smiled: "I asked her to drive her out just now! She said that as long as I have her in my heart... I won't say she is better, my two little wives, wouldn't drive me out of the room in the middle of the night to sleep in the open air. Haha!"

"Will someone run back after they get out and let Sister Zhenzhen love you?" Su Su rarely seems to be a little naughty, but at this time she hugged her husband's head and neck and acted coquettishly: "Sister Zhenzhen will sleep with me tonight without the share of you, a big villain!"

"I will sleep with you for the most, and I will let you make your chest a pillow..." Xu Ziling said with the condition.

"Whose chest... may be used as a pillow!" Susu's eyes suddenly felt tender and gradually became intoxicated. As if the wine was fragrant, she gently leaned into Xu Ziling's ear and sniffed Ru Lan and said, "If you don't bite, it hurts too much..."

"Not afraid." Wei Zhenzhen's face also gradually became red. Under the dim light of the small lantern, her jade neck was slightly dizzy. Her other little hand naturally waved Xu Ziling's arm and gradually approached Ruyue Jiaorong smiled at Xu Ziling and said, "If my husband wants to bully Su Su, I will not stand by and watch!"

"Then I'll bully you together!" Xu Ziling let out a hand to pick up Wei Zhenzhen, who was soft and flew away.

The small island in the heart of the West Garden.

Song Yuhua hasn't seen Xiao Qinxin and her War Eagle for a long time. It's been a long time since there was no news about that weird guy.

Although Song Yuhua had believed that there was nothing in this world that could stump the "Successful Son of Death of the Wind" after the Temple of War trapped underground.

He is simply not a person who does anything that is earth-shaking. Although there must be exaggeration and concealment in the middle, any fact is already horrifying.

No matter whether he is a god or a human, no matter what kind of monster he is, in Song Yuhua's heart, it has become a habit to know his news every day.

Only Xiao Qinxin was the happiest time of the day when she was flying down to bring her the news of him by the God of War Eagle. Although she pretended to be careless or expressed that she was only interested in historical records, she could not deceive herself in the depths of her heart.

Missing him seems to form a habit.

Although it is extremely faint and strongly denies it, there will be a sense of loss when you wake up from your sleep. It turns out that the joy of meeting him in your dream will turn into melancholy...

I don't know when there seemed to be a shadow in my heart. He and the other one in my heart had already gathered together unknowingly. Although it might be an illusion, it seemed... this seemed to be the wish she longed for the most.

Will the flowers bloom again after the flowering period?

Dead trees can be seen in spring, but can I still have the attitude to think about the kind of destructive family tradition? As the eldest daughter of the Lingnan Song family, how can I be deeply educated by chastity and ethics?

But here I am not as cold as I am, I am not as cold as I am, this is the title of Tiangong, a fairy, who is no longer the wife of others in the world...

Song Yuhua sighed slightly that she was really worried about herself. In this worry-free heavenly palace, she clearly lived a very beautiful life, but she thought about the love affairs in the world.

Being able to continue like this has become the greatest gift from God.

But he had no news for a long time, could he have encountered some difficulties again... With his ability, he would have experienced the disaster in the Temple of War and would have been very careful, but... Could it be that he was really in danger this time? Little guys like Xiao Qinxin who are inseparable from him have never seen him for nearly two months. If something had happened to him, how could he have gone and never bid farewell to him?

When there was a knock at the door, although it was late at night, Song Yuhua immediately got up and trotted to open the door for the people.

Song Yuhua thought at first that she would come without discerning the time. If it were Zhen Xiann, then there would be this possibility only in the morning or dinner time. However, they had not appeared for more than a month. The people who were responsible for delivering things to them all flew over and then flew away in a hurry, and even ignored her when she expressed her desire to see Zhen Xiannv and Xiao Qinn.

At the door, it was not Xiao Qinxin or the familiar fairy.

Instead, a fairy with big pillows in her arms, she has big eyes and very cute.

Song Yuhua has seen this little fairy among the many fairies surrounding the son of Death before. She is the only cute little fairy who dares to jump into the son of Death to ask him to hug her. Her actions will not make people feel that there is a slight inappropriateness, even if a woman like Song Yuhua, who is strictly chaste, is only happy to see it.

"The fairy Hua has no one to accompany me tonight. I don't like to sleep alone. Can you stay here for a night?" The cute little fairy blinked her big eyes and made people feel soft and hugged her in her arms and begged.

"This... please come in!" Song Yuhua originally liked to be alone and couldn't sleep with others, but when she saw the little fairy's pitiful look, she felt soft.

"Thank you Fairy Hua!" The little fairy smiled and hugged the big pillow and held a virgin fragrance, which made Song Yuhua feel even more at ease. This cute little fairy reminded her of her sister Song Yuzhi. Her sister Song Yuzhi also slept with her when she was a child. But later, it gradually grew up and separated everyone's rooms before they fell asleep. But she often crawled into her tent with her big pillow in the middle of the night.

"Did you embroider this yourself?" Song Yuhua noticed that the big pillow the little fairy was embroidered with two crooked ducks on it, probably from the "masterpiece" of this cute little fairy. Although it was not well embroidered, it looked particularly cute. It made people feel very real and natural at a glance. These two duck-like mandarin ducks are equally happy with their owners.

"Although I worked very hard, I still didn't embroider well." The little fairy didn't feel inferior but said a little proud: "I embroidered this myself. If I didn't want the bad guy to see the talent of this princess to embroider, I wouldn't have tried to prick my fingers with a needle!"

"So many flower debates must have pinned my fingers a lot, right?" Song Yuhua saw a bright red dot on it, and people painted it with a brush to make a small lotus with a small sharp corner, but it showed a breath of life and vitality. Although the two mandarin ducks were not well embroidered, they were just real and natural, but after these strokes, they felt a pity and touching.

Song Yuhua is naturally a person who knows painting. You can tell at a glance.

The little fairy's lover clumsyly embroidered her blood with a paintbrush to turn her blood into a picture of the little lotus welcoming spring. Although the few strokes were light, they turned the two embroidered mandarin ducks into magical dynamics. A very pair made people feel a touching feeling of "only envy mandarin ducks but not immortals"...

"If it weren't for me being too anxious, I promised that I wouldn't pierce." The little fairy said this, which made Song Yuhua even more touched.

"If you have time, you can come to me and I will also have some embroidery." Song Yuhua smiled slightly and said, "I don't know what to call you, are you a princess?"

"I am a princess with no crown on my head." The little fairy laughed and said, "Everyone calls me a little princess, you can also call me a little princess. I am not a real princess, but I just like a little princess, and I like to mess around. So everyone calls me a little princess."

"Little Princess, you are also a last-match wife in the "Son of Death"?" Song Yuhua could see from the painting of the pillow that only one person could do this painting that turned decay into magic.

Besides, on that day, Song Yuhua also saw this little fairy jumping into the arms of the son of death and boldly staying on his neck, so she naturally understood her relationship with the "son of death".

"Do you think a big bad guy?" The little fairy tilted her head and thought for a while: "In a few months, I will be his wife when I get married."

"Congratulations!" Song Yuhua seemed a little sad when she said congratulations, but she didn't let it appear. She quickly disappeared.

"I will marry that bad guy with three other women. If Fairy Hua is willing, why not join us and we will have a more lively marriage!" When the little fairy said that, Song Yuhua quickly shook her head and waved her hand, "The little princess joked that I only met the son of death and did not talk about love, and I have always been married to others as my wife..."

"Xia Hua didn't like the bad guy, but Xiao Qinxin told me that Xiannv even dreamed of being called the bad guy, Mingyu, made me want to come and listen..." When the fairy said that, Song Yuhua realized that this cute little princess was not that there was no one to sleep with her, but that she wanted to listen to her sleep, and couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Girls like the cute little princess are often the most thirsty sleeping like her sister Song Yuzhi.

I remember that Song Yuzhi always wanted to see the "broom star" that would pass through the sky, but every time he would sleep for less than half an hour, he would sleep until the sun was noon the next day. It was probably impossible for this cute little princess to listen to her sleep.

But Song Yuhua was a little embarrassed even if Xiaoqin had an exaggerated statement in her dream, she would never say a difficult dream like the "Son of Death of the Storm of the Storm of the Wind Against the Wind". However, there was a kind of shyness that made her see through her heart. Song Yuhua suddenly felt a little out of mind. Could it be that she could only think of him in her dream?

Why are you so timid?

Even the cute little princess in front of her was not as good as her, but she dared to take it out boldly to make everyone praise her courage. She could speak loudly about her lover at any time, but she didn't even dare to think about it.
Chapter completed!