Peng Cai was stunned for a moment, "What are you bringing here for?"

"You'll find out soon enough."

After personally taking Zai Lai into the Buddhist hall to chant sutras, Penglai waited anxiously outside the door for half a day. When the senior brother was finally willing to open the door and let him go, he was hugged tightly by a little girl who rushed into his arms.

"Uuuu, Second Senior Brother, I can't read it, I can't read it..."

He quickly seized the opportunity to teach him something, "Then do you dare to disobey me next time?"

"Never again!"

It's a pity that the good times did not last long. Even if Penglai corrected this problem, in this division with its top beam crooked and its bottom beam crooked, there would always be a new wave of challengers coming from behind.

Penglai looked at the list of losses in his hand that caused the sect to never make ends meet, and he felt heartbroken.

"What evil have I done? Why does master accept all these kind of junior sisters!" Give him back the sweet and harmless junior sister in his dream!

Yue Qiong, who was kneeling in the study at the moment, held up a heavy bench with both hands and whispered to him.

"Actually, Xiaojiu is quite normal..."

Penglai rolled his eyes, "You know, crazy people usually say they are not crazy."

"But Xiaojiu said she was crazy."

"So she is the real madman!" He didn't want such a junior sister.

Yue Qiong, whose hands were so sore, quickly said, "Since happiness comes from comparison, can you please stop punishing me?"

"According to the punishment!" How could Penglai let her, the worst role model in the school, let go, "You little fourth, I tried my best to teach you calligraphy and painting, what do you think you did with it? Look at what you wrote and drew!"

She murmured in a low voice, "Isn't it just the little yellow book..."

"Shut up!"

A few years later, Penglai, who was exhausted both mentally and physically, staggered into the Buddhist hall.

"Eldest brother...I have decided not to get married and have biological children in the future."

"Why?"

"Look at what kind of children I have raised over the years?" He looked at his hands blankly, "Madmen, idiots, drivers, and actors... I failed to raise a young child, and I am sorry to the master!"

"...That's enough for you." He has completely turned into an old woman.

After flipping through the observation journal, Gu Xing deeply felt that this book was simply a history of blood, tears and heartache for the adopted girl in Penglai. It was difficult not to sympathize with him.

Zai Lai, who was sleeping on the small bed, rubbed her eyes and sat up. When Gu Xing saw her, he put down the book in his hand and walked over, holding her in his arms with her face flushed from sleep.

"Are you awake?" He kissed her again and again until he kissed her until she was no longer half asleep and could not be awake again.

"Yeah." Zai Laipo shyly kissed him back.

"Lulu invites you to go to the Prince Consort's Mansion tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

She jumped out of bed excitedly, "Yes!"

"Be careful if you catch a cold soon. Put on your clothes quickly." Gu Xing pulled her back and ran out.

"It's not cold!"

He raised his eyebrows and said, "You still want to drink bitter medicine?"

Without saying a word, Zai Lai walked back to the bed and put on the clothes he had prepared. Gu Xing nodded with satisfaction before letting her go out to continue harming the orchids in full bloom in the yard.

Standing by the window and watching Zai Lai playing in the yard full of flowers and grass, Gu Xing couldn't help but remember that when he wanted to take Zai Lai back to Lu Country, Penglai had come to him in private and spoke to him sincerely.

"No matter how old Xiao Liu grows, she will always be like a child."

"I know."

Peng Cai needs a sure guarantee from him, "Can you take care of her forever?"

"I can." Gu Xing did not avoid his gaze.

"Never leave?" If you fall in love with her, you have to take care of her for the rest of your life.

Gu Xing said firmly: "I don't have the bad habits of ordinary people." Don't underestimate this heavenly immortal.

Penglai, who was finally relieved, asked puzzledly after heaving a sigh of relief.

"I said, what do you see in Xiaoliu?"

"Let her stay." Maybe it's because she is simple and direct enough.

Penglai was obviously very dissatisfied with this answer, which seemed to imply that he would not let people know if he did not explain it clearly.

"She has always been the child in my eyes, the little girl in my heart, and what I have been waiting for in my long life." Gu Xing rarely expressed his thoughts that he never told others, and smiled slightly, "Simply put, she is my wish."

Penglai, who was deeply comforted, patted his shoulder and said, "Xiao Liu will be in charge of you from now on."

"I got it, mom."

The spring light outside the window was shining brightly, and after watching it for a while, Gu Xing decided to put aside his laziness and go out to spend this warm afternoon with her.

"Xiao Lai."

Zai Lai, who was rolling in the flowers, saw that he had come out to watch the sun. He immediately ran towards him with a smile, then took his arm and asked.

"I want to fly!" After knowing that he, like Uncle Bai, had the ability to fly, she would pester him from time to time.

"Don't you have Qing Gong?" She could reach the top of the tree with just one jump.

"It's different."

"Okay." He kissed her cheek, hugged her tightly, and flew into the sky.

Recently, people in this palace have become very accustomed to seeing such miracles as people flying in the sky.

Bai Shiyi, who turned into a white crane and slept beside Lu Xiang's chair, lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at them, then turned over and fell asleep again, while the busy Lu Xiang could only choose to turn a blind eye, lest he would be so envious that he could not sleep again.

Facing the east wind that was still slightly chilly, Gu Xing walked through the heavy clouds and looked at the end of the sky in the wind. He seemed to see again the beautiful buildings and jade buildings in the sky that he was so familiar with.

"What's wrong?" Zai Lai didn't understand why he stopped.

He looked at Zai Lai in his arms, smiled mischievously, turned around without remembering her, and took her back to the small courtyard where she was sitting in the dust of the world and smelled of orchids.

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Postscript green marks

"You have a grudge against the emperor you wrote about, right?" Xianxian asked seriously after reading the first two chapters.

"Is there any?"

"Are you sure you haven't?" She turned over the first two chapters in dismay.

Immediately afterwards, after the same questioning from An Ye and Bianbian, I still had no regrets at all.

I think many people have forgotten the name of this series. It is called "Yuehunlu". This series of books mainly talks about Youhun?The stories derived from it.Therefore, in my mind, the story revolves around the three parts of soul paper, soul master, and soul servant.

I didn’t mean to get in trouble with the emperor in the book. What do you think? I just want something, so I want a soul?Promising soul service to solve the problem, if you want nothing, who would want a soul?This thing?

So, the reason why Lu Xiang is miserable is because he wants something. I have to write down the reason why he wants something, right?

Well, although some three people still thought from beginning to end that I was just teasing him.

Speaking of which, the setting alone of this book is enough to keep An Ye entertained for several days, and also enough to make the editor vomit several kilograms of blood.

"Say it again." After the editor finished listening to the outline, I could hear her murderous intent just from her voice.

"Turtle, the kind with four legs." I said very honestly.

"He's the leading actor?"

"Yeah."

"You...tell me again how he died?" At this moment, she was so angry that she even laughed.

"Uh..." Feeling very threatened, I shrank my shoulders and didn't dare to say any more.

"I admit that the cause of Zhan Lang's death in the second book was due to lightning strikes. What happened in the third book?" The most unacceptable thing for her was this way of death.

"Isn't it possible?" I think this way of death is very reasonable.

"He is the male protagonist! Does the male protagonist know? How did your head grow?" The editor was simply furious.

"So I gave him a special way to die." Still not satisfied?

After the editor gave me a lesson on love, that night I went to the dark night dejectedly and vomited my confusion.

"Patient, what do you think I'm dissatisfied with about Gui?" Isn't it so cute?

"Of course she won't have any objection to an ordinary turtle, but when that turtle is the hero of your novel, your editor will have a big objection."

"Why?" The wolf can do it but the turtle can't?

"Take a look at the romance novels on the market, which male protagonist is a black horn? This is a problem of shattered image. You know, Yan Xiaozhao is the fantasy of love, the illusion of lambs, but you are so unmotivated by fantasy that even the magic mirror is not as shocking as you."