On the Eve of Lili, She Turned Into a Mushroom

Ning Qingqing looked at Xie Wuwei's eyes.

No emotions can be seen.

He is like a whole world, perfect, cold, and impeccable.

Only this kind of Xie Wuwang can bear the wind and frost that hit the world.

Not knowing why, she suddenly felt that he was a little sad.

The kind mushroom raised his little hand and lightly touched his cheek tentatively.

"Xie Wuwang, don't be sad." She comforted him awkwardly.

He lowered his eyes, his long eyelashes concealed his eyes, making it even more indistinct.

"I'm not sad." His voice was light and very pleasant.

She said: "I have always known that you are the best monarch, and no one can do better than you. I knew it before, and I know it now."

His body seemed to shake slightly, he slowly raised his eyes, the smile on his lips was faint, and he couldn't tell whether he was true or fake.

"Really?" His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Yeah." She curled her eyes and nodded, "Even when anger leaves you, I hope you can do well. After all, you can control the country, so everyone can practice, enjoy the sun, and eat delicious food with peace of mind. Yes. Since I was a child, I have known that it is Taoist Lord Xie Wuwang who guards the peace of the world. Xie Wuwang, you are a hero!"

He looked into her eyes.

Her eyes have always been able to see to the end at first sight, clear and pure, spotlessly clean.

"Although there are many people who have bad intentions and want to take away the power in your hands, there are more and more people in this world who are protected by you, admire you, appreciate you, and like you..."

He interrupted her aloud: "I don't care about others."

"…Oh."

A word was stuck between the cold white teeth, hesitated for a while, and finally failed to say it.

…I only care about you.

She hadn't said this before. This bamboo leaf green was still somewhat shy and reserved. He remembered the day when she knew his identity, the whole person became dull, as if he suspected that he was dreaming, carrying him on his back, and constantly smirking.

He didn't think so much at that time. After all, any woman in this world who realizes that the husband she marries is actually a co-lord of the world, must have the same reaction.

Unexpectedly, she actually regarded him as a...hero.

Very earthy, a little funny to say it.

But it is so simple and innocent.

She revealed two small pear vortices, and her voice was sweet and soft: "No one can replace you, no one can do better than you. Xie Wuwang, you must always keep the country and the mountains and keep calm."

He snorted and squinted lazily: "Liar."

Ning Qingqing was very upset, and pursed her lips slightly: "Believe it or not."

He lowered his eyelids: "Then you stay with me. You are by my side, and I will give you peace and prosperity."

The slender fingers fell to the center of her snow-white neck, the fingertips touched the tender skin, and gently stroked her chin up.

He tilted his head slightly and pressed a very light kiss on her petal-like lips. There was almost no touch, and it was so gentle that it numbed the scalp.

No matter how dull or numb, anyone can perceive the sincerity of this kiss.

Her breath stopped suddenly, and for a moment, ripples that were as thin as a gossamer swayed from the center of her heart to her limbs.

It seems sweet, sour, bitter, and painful.

It's fleeting, no trace.

She turned her face away, speaking quickly: "I can't promise you now. I must find the key first. I'm not sure..."

He raised his hand, stroked her hair, took her slender arm, and hugged her in front of him.

"Don't worry." His voice fell low on the top of her hair, like a soft kiss, "I'll be with you."

She secretly looked up at him, sighed faintly, and dropped the corners of her eyes.

Now she is willing to stay by his side, but when she finds her complete self, that is not necessarily the case.

Of course, the likes and love he wants can only be given by the complete one.

"If I want to leave after I retrieve the key, will you let me go?" She asked him casually.

Xie Wuwang didn't seem to hear it.

After a long while, he said calmly: "I'll go out to a far door to get a betrayal servant. The Buddha will send me the comments on major events over the years, read them before I come back, and write them down carefully. When I come back, I will come back one by one. Test you."

The black eyes were clear and cold, with a serious light glowing.

Ning Qingqing opened her mouth in astonishment: "...Huh?"

"If the answer is wrong." He raised his eyebrows slightly, "You don't want to know the consequences."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

She blinked in confusion.

Did he make a mistake? She is obviously a mushroom that is indisputable in the world, she just wants to grow quietly in the soil, and then find a partner to spray spores to play.

She is so unmotivated.

"No, Xie Wuwang," she struggled to find her voice, "I praise you so hard, the purpose is to make you more confident, and don't think about dying."

He turned a deaf ear: "All aspects will be examined carefully. Trust me, you don't want to know the consequences of wrong answers."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

He picked her up, took out her microphone and patted her in the palm.

"Tell me something." Long eyes drooped slightly, "knocked, cold, hot, headache, hand pain, it's okay."

Ning Qingqing: "..."

He turned and left, walking unrestrainedly.

Futuzi sent Xie Wuwang's golden book.

"Madam, which side room do you think is more empty?" The round face smiled extremely flatteringly.

Ning Qingqing looked at the case table under the window innocently: "Can't it be placed here?"

"Oh, ha ha ha, I'm afraid it won't work."

Ning Qingqing had a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, the hunch came true instantly.

After looking at a large vacant house in the Central and Western Wing, Futuzi began to take out the booklet from Qiankun's bag.

Just like building a wall with gold bricks, I saw this chubby figure flying around in the room, and layers of gold books were growing up against the roots of the four walls. When Ning Qingqing came back to his senses, the whole room was already empty. Jin Cancan is left.

She blinked her eyes hard: "Xie Wuwang...how long will he go out?"

Futuzi looked at her sympathetically: "If you want to cross the sea, it will take two or three months to get back."

Ning Qingqing has nothing to love: "..."

Two or three months, so many books? She is a mushroom, not a silverfish!

Seeing her desperate look, the Buddha was very unbearable, left the yard and turned around one step at a time.

After walking halfway through Baiyu Mountain Road, Futuzi made up his mind, squeezed a pair of fat hands, took a deep breath, secretly took out the sound transmission mirror, and gave Xie Wuwang a sound transmission.

"Daojun Daojun, Madam has only sighed three times, like a lovesickness! Or else go down to collect some novel gadgets and come back to make Madam happy?"

Xie Wuwang rarely replied to Transsion.

Futuzi didn't hold on to hope either, and after transmitting the sound, he faintly returned to the Qianyuan Hall, and went to deal with simple chores for Xie Wuwang, shaking his head and sighing while doing things.

Since Ning Qingqing married into Tiansheng Palace, Futuzi has liked this Taoist wife very much.

Sometimes, likes and hates are fixed for a lifetime.

Futuzi's intuition was not wrong, and after getting along, he found that Ning Qingqing was indeed the most worry-free empress. She never likes to trouble others or put on any airs. She always stays at home quietly, taking care of everything about Xie Wuwang, including him, so that everything is smooth and smooth, so that Futuzi doesn't know how little it is. How much **** the heart of the old eunuch.

She is like a gentle plant that can be planted there without taking care of it, purifying the air, which is refreshing.

Such a daughter-in-law can't ask for it. With so many colleagues around, Futuzi has never seen a daughter-in-law so worry-free, especially the tigress Yu Yuyan. Tsk tsk, whoever married her is really **** for eight lifetimes!

I was shaking my head and wandering away, suddenly I saw the sound transmission mirror faintly lit up.

Daojun, actually replied within half a day!

Isn't this sun coming out from the west?

When the Futuzi rushed to Yuliyuan with the sound transmission mirror, Ning Qingqing was sitting on the wooden floor of the West Wing without an image, with his head hooked and a gold book on his legs. How pitiful and pitiful.

Looking at this lonely and lost little appearance, the old father of Futuzi couldn't help but feel a pain in his heart. Immediately, thinking of Daojun's voice transmission, he immediately became happy for Ning Qingqing.

"lady!"

He had just notified it outside, and Ning Qingqing was not surprised. He raised his eyes in mourning and looked over, telling him with his eyes that there was something to say and nothing happened to retreat.

Futuzi sighed with emotion-Madam was really crazy about Daojun, but after a short time, she became so worried that she looked like a ghost. Look, look and look at the handwriting left by Daojun, it's really a girl's infatuation, I can't say it!

He straightened up his mellow belly, cleared his throat, and raised a huge smiling face happily: "Good news, madam! Under the hard work of my three-inch tongue, Daojun decided to speed up the journey, one and a half months, I can return!"

The chief executive who made great contributions looked at Ning Qingqing happily, waiting for her to show a pleasant smile.

Ning Qingqing stared at him, her eyes widening. The magnified pupils were intertwined with the brilliant brilliance of the golden book.

A month and a half? A room of books? I kill the Buddha!

Her eyes were too blazing, and her lips trembled so "excited" that she couldn't speak, making the Futuzi who had done good things a little embarrassed.

"Also... don't have to be so grateful... this is a matter for your subordinates, hehe!"

The shy fat man moved out of Yuliyuan with a horoscope.

What a great thing! Good lady, good Daojun, good Daojun, good self!

The happy floating tuzi spread out his two big fat arms and jumped back to the top of the mountain along the Baiyu Mountain Road.

Ning Qingqing slumped his shoulders blankly, floating out of the wing like a wandering soul.

If a task is destined to not be completed within the specified time, what should be done?

Ning Qingqing is very experienced in such things.

Of course it's something!

At that time, you can tell him righteously and sternly that she is delaying time because of business affairs.

The clever mushroom wandered to the middle of the courtyard, squatted under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, and stuck out the hypha.

She was going to sneak into the flame seal on the eastern cliff once more and molested the ancient fierce beast.

Advanced creatures are so witty.

This time, Ning Qingqing was familiar with the road, and after a few breaths, he put the thin mycelium into the seal.

"...Huh?"

The ancient beast is sleeping.

And made some very strange sounds—

"Boom, buzz, buzz..."

The thick fog faded a lot, and under the thick fog, a white silhouette twitched, as if crying.

Curious Mushroom dived quickly.

The mycelium condensed into a small mushroom, bending the pole, and plopped his head into the mist.

"hiss!"

Ning Mushroom was stunned.

This is a guy covered with white short hairs, with a big head and small pointed ears. Two fierce red eyes are tightly closed. They are wrinkled into two curved lines. The body is round and the hind legs are especially fat. The ground looks like a dry duck.

This is... the ancient fierce beast?

Ning Qingqing suddenly felt that the idea of ​​escaping from reading by angering a giant fluff was unethical.

She better go back to be a silverfish.

Just about to withdraw the mycelium, the tip of the silk suddenly swayed and it touched the tip of the ear of the beast.

She felt its heart strangely.

"Zub... woo... who can save my cub..."

Ning Mushroom: "!!!"