Nezha Breeding Manual

This is not the first time Ye Wanqiu has seen the vast lotus pond in Sanfeng Palace. It looks no different from the one she saw 1000 years later. At a glance, you can only see the lush green leaves spreading along the skyline Flowers, there is no end at all.

Nezha walked down the wooden bridge, stepped firmly on the rippling water surface of the lotus shadow, turned around and stretched out his hand to Ye Wanqiu: "Come down."

She picked up the bamboo basket at her feet, raised her hand to hold the opponent, and jumped down briskly, startling a few spirit fish underwater, and flicking their tails, they burrowed into the depths of the lotus root.

At this time, Ye Wanqiu noticed that besides the red lotus, there are also many white and light blue lotus in the large sea of ​​sweet and fragrant flowers around.It's just because they are hidden among the layered lotus leaves, they are extraordinarily scattered and rare, so they are not easy to be noticed.

"How much?" he asked.

"I want to use it for wine making, about ten or twenty flowers are enough."

Moreover, the lotus flowers used for wine making should not bloom too much, otherwise the fragrance of the flowers will be lost.But the ones that have just opened the buds are not good, the aroma has not yet gathered, and the wine will only be astringent.Therefore, it must be those flowers that bloom impartially that are the best.

After listening to her explanation, Nezha nodded: "Then you choose, and point it to me when you have chosen."

As he spoke, he hooked his fingers, and Huntianling immediately swam out from between his arms, nimble as a red dragon perched on thousands of lotus flowers.Wherever Ye Wanqiu pointed, it immediately lowered its silk tail and cut off the graceful lotus flower. It slid down the smooth silk, and then was rolled by the tip of the tail, and fell steadily into the bamboo basket in Ye Wanqiu's hand.

One by one, the bamboo basket was filled to the brim in no time.

Looking at the golden-patterned red silk roaming freely in the sea of ​​flowers, Ye Wanqiu leaned closer to Nezha, and couldn't help but said, "I've actually wanted to ask this question for a long time. Actually, I mean, Huntian Ling is really a living stuff, right?"

"If you mean that it has its own spiritual consciousness, then it can indeed be said to be alive." Nezha raised his hand, and Hong Ling, who had already fled far away, immediately returned to him like lightning, and the raised silk tail was still on his body. Rolled up a few bunches of lotus flowers, and handed them obediently to Ye Wanqiu.

Some are as white as snow, and some are as red as fire.

She looked at the bamboo basket in her hand, smiled and shook her head: "It's enough."

"I know." Nezha held one of the flower branches, touched her eyebrows and eyes lightly, and scattered lotus fragrance into his nostrils, "This is for you to put a vase in your room for viewing."

"So good? It just so happens that the begonias on my table are about to wither." She took it, and the refreshing and tranquil fragrance was entangled with the smell of Nezha, and it was hard to tell which ones came from the flowers and which ones from him.

Speaking of...

Ye Wanqiu suddenly tilted her head and looked at the other party. She had never seen Nezha's real body before, that Duo Nie fire red lotus in full bloom.

Seeing her staring at him, Nezha took the bamboo basket in her hand, a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just suddenly thought that your real body is also a lotus flower."

"so what?"

She chuckled, grabbed the end of the other person's hair and brushed his face: "Let me see? I haven't seen the Nirvana Red Lotus blossom yet."

"Haven't you seen it?" Nezha was a little dazed.

"No." Ye Wanqiu shook his head honestly, "Originally, you could see it when you were reborn, but I was too dizzy in a hurry, so I couldn't catch up."

Her words reminded Nezha of the hideous scars that were forever imprinted on her left arm, and the way she lay dying on the back of the crane and almost died. A layer of gray depression.

Compared to his inability to let go, Ye Wanqiu didn't care about the pain back then, and just continued to say in a very happy tone: "So I want to see, after all, you are the only flower I have raised for so many years."

Nezha, "???"

"When I was young, I raised a lot of goldfish and turtles, as well as some orchid roses and hyacinths, but none of them survived. You are the first!"

Nezha, "..."

He sighed softly, raised his hand and curled his knuckles to lightly tap Ye Wanqiu's eyebrows, put down the bamboo basket full of lotus flowers, stepped back on the water pattern, and closed his eyelashes lightly.

Countless golden red flames burst into flames from the surface of the water, enveloping Nezha.The moment the flames scattered, the red-clothed and black-haired boy had lost his human form, turning into a red lotus and standing in front of her.The color of the flower is as bright as red dandelion, and a thousand-layered petal is surrounded by a crystal red bright pearl, and a red blood lotus is also sealed inside.

The scorching and majestic flames exploded recklessly, engulfing the entire vast water surface in an instant, and everything was burned into a thin phantom.

For the god race creatures, the Lingzhu is their source of strength and the key to their life.Therefore, except when facing creatures that are completely dependent and defenseless, and only when they are determined to fight with their lives, the Protoss will reveal their true body.

And this time is not only the peak of their divine power, but also the most vulnerable moment.Once the Lingzhu is taken away, life and death are involuntary.

While Ye Wanqiu was stretching out his hands to rub those cold and soft petals, and frantically swiping the screen in his mind, "Si Guoyi, this flower girl's touch is really wonderful to his prince", but the other party has recovered to become He looked like a teenager, his thin red lips were drawn into a line, and he looked at her with a slightly stiff expression.

She was stunned, then lowered her head, and saw that Nezha's coat had been ripped apart by her claws, and under her palm was a piece of skin as cold as silk, and her fingertips were still pressing on his chest on the small red flowers.

The scene was very embarrassing.

Ye Wanqiu held his breath, and immediately withdrew his hand after a while, pretending to be calm: "I'm sorry, this, after all, I don't know where the flower is from you... No, I mean, I'm sorry to offend you... Sigh ——!”

Before she could finish her sentence, the layer of divine power across the water suddenly dissipated, causing her to fall into the lotus pond at her feet without any warning, and the bamboo basket in her hand was also thrown out, and everything that was red or red White or white lotus flowers are sprinkled on the water.

The water was cold and silent, surrounded her from all directions with a bone-chilling low temperature, and dragged her wide snow-colored sleeves and long hair floating in front of her eyes.

Ye Wanqiu subconsciously held her breath the moment she fell into the water, and wanted to struggle to float up in panic, but Nezha nimbly clasped her hands, hugged her involuntarily, and lowered her head to her lips.

The transparent water bubbles rose continuously in front of her eyes, the halo was light green, with the color cast by the countless lotus leaves above her head, covering everything in the water with a layer of green phantom, whirling and sparkling.Ye Wanqiu hugged Nezha tightly, shivering from the low temperature, his heart beating uncontrollably in his chest, cold water flowed between his fingers and his satin-soft black hair.

His face was as pale as fresh snow in such an overly dim light, but the lines at the corners of his eyes and a little cinnabar mole between his eyebrows turned bright red, and his beauty was even more unreal than an illusion.

The instinct to survive forced Ye Wanqiu to desperately fight for the air in the opponent's mouth. At the same time, she also felt that Nezha seemed to be more tense than her panic.

Even though he was soaked in such temperatureless cold water, his emotions were still a little out of control, as if he was trying his best to restrain some thoughts that made him extremely unbearable, even touching her hands trembled clearly, and he could only rely on Such thin intimacy barely comforts the thoughts that are so chaotic that they are driving him crazy.

Ye Wanqiu whimpered, feeling that he was about to drown in the water and the other person's breath.

Huntian Ling broke through the water, and created a shadow under the water, circled around the two of them a few times, and brought them out of the water, surrounded by lotus flowers just spilled from the bamboo basket.

The moment he came into contact with the air again, Ye Wanqiu was finally rescued, breathing heavily, being lingered on his slender neck reluctantly by the other party.

After a while, Nezha let go of her and helped her to sit on the edge of the wooden bridge. Both of them were soaked through.He leaned against the wooden bridge with his elbows resting on the wooden bridge behind him, dripping water from his bangs, panting lightly, as if he hadn't recovered yet, but it didn't look like he had held his breath for a long time.

Huntian Ling, who was swimming in the water, collected the scattered lotus flowers again, put them in a bamboo basket, and sent them to Ye Banqiu, and finally wrapped them around Nezha's arms, staying still.

Ye Wanqiu brushed away the sticky hair on his cheeks, looked at him and asked with some unsteady breath, "Aren't you coming up?"

Nezha shook his head, and when she was about to touch him, he said hoarsely, "Don't touch me for now."

Ye Wanqiu froze, retracted her hand, and asked cautiously, "Is it hard?"

So when she took advantage of Nezha's real body just now, where did she touch him? It's so sad, so sad, so sad, but anyway, what she saw was just a flower, even if she touched some indescribable place, it's not embarrassing. As long as she is thick-skinned enough, she can withstand the wind from all directions and stand still, it seems that there is something wrong...

Nezha was silent for a moment, then rolled his throat: "Can we talk about something else?"

"Ah, yes, yes." Ye Wanqiu wiped the water from his face, picked up the bamboo basket next to him, and began to talk awkwardly, pulling a bunch of things, and finally said, "wait for this When the wine is ready, it will almost be the autumn when the frost turns red in the world."

Nezha hummed, and suddenly heard her say:

"So, we'll get married then, shall we?"

He was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at the other party, and said nothing for a while.After a while, Nezha finally came back to his senses, came to her, stroked her face with his hand, and said with difficulty: "Say it again."

This was the first time Ye Wanqiu saw Nezha showing such an expression, all the indifference and self-restraint were thrown away, and the eyes were full of precious expectations and joy like a child, pure and flawless.At this time, he looked like a young man of his appearance age, just like he was before he committed suicide and was reborn, with a youthful vitality that even the breeze and the moon could not bear.

He waited for this sentence for too long, too long, so long that when he really heard it, every word fell to the tip of his heart, which would involve a long pain and endless joy.

"I said, when this altar of lotus wine is brewed." Ye Wanqiu forced himself to say to him in a brisk tone, "Let's get married, shall we?"

Nezha looked at her, finally convinced that what he heard was true, suddenly laughed, got up and sat beside her, his brows and eyes that had melted from the ice and snow were full of tenderness and tenderness: "Okay... any day is good, As long as you like it, we will get married that day."

"Okay." She nodded, and uttered a short syllable. She was smiling, but her throat was sore and sore. Tears were shallowly accumulated in her eyes. She could only lower her head and bury her in his arms, letting the uncontrollable tears stained his wet clothes.

The slight warmth spread from her chest, and Nezha held her face in his hands: "What's wrong? Is it too cold, or is it uncomfortable?"

"It's okay." Ye Wanqiu wiped away tears, smiled and pushed him away, "Girls cry when they get married, I'm just happy."

She was happy that she could finally become his legitimate wife, but she also knew very clearly that they would break up before they got married.

For a moment, countless joys and pains surged up at the same time, merging into a kind of too complicated and unspeakable emotions to block Ye Wanqiu's heart, she was so stuffy that she couldn't breathe, so she could only follow Nezha's strength to hug her and lean on his shoulder, Biting the wet sleeves with the faint lotus fragrance tightly, not letting herself cry out, holding all the tears that dripped down in her hands.

She could see how happy Nezha was. He had always been a decisive young man who never changed his face on the battlefield, but just because she said "We're getting married", she was as happy as a child.

but……

"Yes. I am also very happy." He hugged Ye Wanqiu, and his words were full of unspeakable joy, "I have been waiting for today for a long time, I have been waiting. I know you are always worried that you will disappear because of your connection with the world, but As I said, I will guard the world, and I will guard you too. Don't cry, and don't worry about other things. "

Ye Wanqiu nodded, trying to suppress the pain that was about to collapse, and repeated over and over again: "I have been waiting for a long time too... I want to be your only wife and be together all the time. I didn't cry, I really didn't, I... I'm just, so happy. I..."

She paused and trembled, "I love you..."

"It was in the past, it is now, and it will be in the future."

"I love you."

A lot of love, I want to collect all of them and hold them in front of him to fill the gaps in the future.

"I'm not like this." Nezha patted her on the back, smiled and took Huntian Ling to wipe away the tears on Ye Wanqiu's face, his movements were as gentle as if he was treating some most precious treasure, and his voice was warm Ru Shui, "Don't cry, be good."

Ye Wanqiu nodded with red eyes, managed to pull out a smile, and picked up the bamboo basket: "Let's go back, I have prepared the glutinous rice and koji, and I'm just waiting for these flowers."

"Okay." Nezha said, with sparks flickering at his fingertips, he wiped off the water stains on the two of them in an instant, "Would you like to go to the Yuanmiao Realm with me later? I want to go with you Tell the master about this."

"The battle in Changyang will end soon. When I come back to report to Emperor Tiandi in a few days, I will ask him to give me a marriage. You must come on that day."

"When you made your triumphant return, I didn't wait for you in the Bihuan Palace." Ye Wanqiu wiped away the bangs hanging down in front of his eyes, and wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes without a trace, and only smiled at him, "Proposal is only once in a lifetime." How could I not come."

Saying that, the two returned to the barracks together, processed the lotus and other ingredients they had picked, and sealed the altar together for rest.

When Nezha returned from Changyang, the lotus wine was half brewed, and it was time to seal it up and store it in the cellar.

When Ye Wanqiu was squatting on the ground, piling up the scattered soil around the wine jar, Ah Jun ran in from Huaxing Pavilion.

Today, she is already the envoy of the sun god Minghuang, and she has long faded away from her childhood immaturity.

The original fluffy phoenix dumpling has finally grown into a bright and beautiful beauty, not to mention, her personality has been brought down by Wei Li. She is keen to appreciate all kinds of beauties, but she also has a little more cunning and smartness, which makes her often Wei Li herself couldn't keep up with her whimsy.

Before she could make a sound, Ye Wanqiu had already smelled the scent of rose dew on the other party: "It's just in time, try my new yam cloud fruit cake."

As she spoke, she clapped her hands, got up and looked at Ah Jun sitting at the stone table with her legs crossed, and teased with a coquettish smile: "Okay. It's just that Ah Jun came in a hurry this time, so I forgot to bring a gift." Congratulations to our third lady."

"I've wanted to ask for a long time, who taught you your glib kung fu." Ye Wanqiu said with a smile, and waved the fairy servant to fetch some pastries.

"You don't need to teach me, we all saw this just now." Ah Jun blinked, "As soon as the third prince comes back from Changyang, he doesn't need military merits but a beauty. His Majesty the Heavenly Emperor bestowed a good marriage, and we can get married in two months. Now, the whole The God Realm is waiting to attend your wedding."

Married in two months.

When Ye Wanqiu heard the words of the Heavenly Emperor in the Bihuan Palace just now, Ye Wanqiu's mood immediately settled down.Because this means that she will leave in less than two months.

"What are you thinking, you're still in a trance." Ah Jun snapped his fingers at her, smiling brightly, "By the way, ahem, I have a question that I want to ask San Niangniang."

"What San Niangniang, why don't you call me Ye Zi." Ye Wanqiu rubbed his neck, picked up a piece of pastry and took a bite, "What do you want to ask?"

"Ahem, that's right, you and the third prince are getting married soon..." Ah Jun squeezed the lid of the teacup, scratched it lightly, and covered his mouth with his hand, "Is there..."

After hearing her last few words, Ye Wanqiu almost spit out a mouthful of pastry, so he could only swallow it indiscriminately and glared at her: "No."

"No?" Ah Jun rubbed his chin, "Impossible, you both have been healed for more than 1000 years, and there is still nothing like that?"

"...Really not." Ye Wanqiu sipped his tea and answered with a cough.

Ah Jun stared at her with wide eyes, and then guessed: "It shouldn't be, is there some force majeure?"

Ye Wanqiu: "I think..."

Ah Jun: "Otherwise, it is inconsistent with reason. Although the third prince is indeed a forbearer, but it has been more than a thousand years, and forbearance should become a hidden disease."

Ye Wanqiu: "Wait..."

Ah Jun: "Would you like to try him?"

"Try what?" A cold male voice came from behind Ah Jun.Ye Wanqiu stroked his forehead, muttering that he might not "try it and die".

Ajun was startled by this voice, and immediately ran behind Ye Wanqiu, hanging on her like an octopus: "I have seen the third prince."

Nezha looked at her expressionlessly: "Let go."

Ah Jun rolled her bright eyes, and rubbed Ye Wanqiu's waist with a smile instead: "Don't do this, a beauty like the third prince should smile more, it's not good to be fierce all the time."

"you……"

"Don't be afraid." Ye Wanqiu said, wiped two hands on Ah Jun's straight and slender legs with his backhand, and continued to Nezha solemnly, "Unless it is Wei Li, I will never suffer. Do not worry."

Nezha, "..."

"Okay okay hahahaha, I still regret my life, let's go first, you two talk." Ah Jun laughed and jumped away, and ran out of Huaxing Pavilion.

Seeing that Ah Jun had completely disappeared, Ye Wanqiu smiled and sat on Nezha's lap, wrapping his hands around his neck: "Why didn't you go to the barracks?"

"I'll come to you first." Nezha replied.

"what's up?"

"Sanfeng Palace has been empty all along, and it's time to use it. If you have time someday, you can move in." After speaking, he paused for a moment, and added, "As soon as possible."

Ye Wanqiu was slightly taken aback: "Moving in?"

"Shouldn't it?" He raised his eyelashes, his clear black pupils looked at her intently, and the faint starlight reflected on the corners of his eyes, which made her lose her mind for a moment.

"It's all up to you." She laughed, and the moment her lips touched his eyelashes, it felt like she was kissing the wings of a butterfly.

If only time could stop at this moment.

She looked at the gentle and clear eyes of the young man in front of her, but somewhere in her heart seemed to be gradually shattering, countless blood was continuously flowing down, and together with the time that never looked back, it was colorful and broken.

Every second, she is losing each other.

Yet she could not say goodbye.

The author has something to say: crying loudly, hoping not to be locked.

I'm so tired, I'm heartbroken, I want the little angel's long comment to hug and sleep [You are enough]

Finally proposed! ! ! ! ! !

The countdown to the launch of Hyundai Lotus Root! ! !

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I really want to write about Nezha's perspective of the modern line.

By the way, let me secretly say that A Jiang still has a lot of beautiful pictures of Nezha, please feel free to go to Old Ford to squeeze her dry.