East China Sea dust

Chapter 120

It was more than a month before Ao Dingbo was allowed to enter the inner courtyard of the palace.

Previously, Zhang Qinglan had been in a state of not being sober. Ao Zhan invited doctors from various seas to treat him.

Ao Dingbo was ordered by his eldest brother to wander around the world, while looking for the whereabouts of the escaped monk and the deer demon.Today he was really bored walking around, so he sneaked back while Ao Zhan was returning to the East China Sea to deal with government affairs, trying to sneak away.

Although it was the middle of winter, the sun at noon was not bad, shining down softly and brightly, dotting the circle of snow-white rabbit fur around the neck of the Little Dragon King with sporadic halos.

The mansion Ao Zhan built in Ye City was magnificent, and even the corridors had nine bends and eighteen bends, not to mention the piled up courtyard gardens, ponds and paths.

Ao Dingbo didn't know his way, so he lost his way in the huge Dragon King's Mansion shortly after casting a spell to pass through the restriction.

The Dragon King of the East China Sea is rich and powerful, and the roads in the mansion are all scattered shells, corals and pearls. Ao Dingbo strolled on those jeweled paths, and walked to a remote corner of the mansion without knowing it.

Without the servants and guards shuttled around with trays of sundries, the surroundings became extremely quiet.Ao Dingbo wandered all the way down, only to find that the yard in front of him was extremely dilapidated and obtrusive.

Since entering the palace, Ao Dingbo has not restrained himself as he did in the common world. Now a pair of dragon horns and red pupils are released carelessly. Seeing the unusual courtyard, his first reaction was not to retreat, but his eyes widened. Liang happily tore open the dilapidated wooden door.

…Then the smile froze on his face, and he looked at the person in the yard in embarrassment.

The courtyard was empty, except for a reclining chair in the middle. The grape trellis next to the wall in the corner was covered with snow. As soon as he opened the door, countless snowflakes fell from the gaps in the wooden frame. .

Zhang Qinglan was wrapped in a thick red padded jacket, and the cloth was embroidered with several auspicious patterns of dragon and phoenix, which looked a bit rustic at first glance.

He put his hands in his sleeves, and he seemed to be carrying a heater.The rocking chair swayed back and forth, and the whole person lay drowsy on it. The sun shone on the young man's fair and clean face, outlining the contours of his eyelashes.

Ao Dingbo couldn't help but want to take back the hand holding the door lock...Even if the eldest brother explained the truth to him clearly, every time he met this person, he would still unconsciously feel a little awkward.

Seeing that the other party kept his eyes closed, without the slightest intention of waking up, Ao Dingbo made a decisive decision, took a step back lightly, and pulled the door lock out, trying to cover up the traces of his mistaken entry.

——It was at this moment that Zhang Qinglan opened her eyes.

The red padded jacket on her body was folded a few times by the movement of getting up, Zhang Qinglan pulled the heater out of the sleeve without realizing it, and cast a glance at the red dragon at the gate of the courtyard, staring at the red dragon that was about to be torn apart expressionlessly. Locked the door: "...tsk."

Ao Dingbo was a little ashamed by his attitude, let go of his hand without embarrassment, and wanted to turn around and go out.

Before he walked a few steps, he heard a sigh from behind: "Oh."

At this time, Ao Dingbo couldn't do anything about pretending he didn't see it, so he could only turn his head back reluctantly, his eyes were a little vacant, and he murmured with the corners of his mouth drooping: "Your door is so old that it's almost buried in the ground, it's broken. Can you blame me... Hey, what kind of eyes are you looking at? If you keep staring at me like this, be careful that I will beat you!"

"Ahhh, you are so annoying... I will pay, I will pay for the exact same head office, right?"

While speaking, Ao Dingbo had already walked several steps into the yard, leaving a series of footprints on the thick snow.

The Dragon King of the South China Sea's spiritual power mainly focuses on fire, so his body temperature has always been high, so there are still a few wisps of light white smoke emitting from the edge of the footprints.

Zhang Qinglan felt a little funny seeing his angry appearance, and put the heater back into his sleeves, with a narrow smile in his eyes: "I haven't said anything yet."

Ao Dingbo suddenly became more embarrassed.

If it was in the past, when this person had nothing to do with the eldest brother, he could still pretend to be fierce and scare this mortal who didn't know the heights of the sky and the depths of the earth.

However, now he has been eating and drinking at the elder brother's house for more than half a year, and broke through the two people's private trysts more than once... Although he was beaten up by Ao Zhan every time, he also really understood that this person was in the elder brother's house. position in the heart.

Besides, he, Ao Dingbo, is a respectable dragon anyway, so he can't...he can't teach his sister-in-law a lesson, right?

"Ao Zhan is not in the mansion today." Zhang Qinglan looked at the Chilong across from him leisurely, raised his hand and patted the snow on his shoulder: "If the little dragon king came to look for brother, please come back some other day."

Ao Dingbo was even more unhappy when he heard the words, poked the grape rack beside him, and muttered: "Whoever wants to come to him, Tianer will send someone when he sees him." The frame was sprinkled with snow all over his head and face.

The flakes of snow slipped under the collar along the gap, and Ao Dingbo shuddered from the cold, jumping up and down, spitting out the white snow he accidentally ate.

Zhang Qinglan raised her eyebrows, and a small piece of white mist spread in front of her while exhaling.

Seeing the stupidity of Chilong spraying snow foam on the opposite side with some pity, the young man seemed to suddenly think of something, and blinked: "Hey."

"Since your eldest brother is not here, do you want to go to the mortal world to have some fun?"

Ao Dingbo stopped spraying ice and snow, his cheeks turned red from the cold, his eyes flickered a few times, and he was obviously moved.

After hesitating for a long time, he choked out a sentence: "Brother wants you to rest."

Zhang Qinglan remained silent, glanced over meaningfully, and looked at the other party quite frankly.

Ao Dingbo recalled that when he came here, he passed by Ye City, the lively streets and alleys, but he cleared his throat after a while, and pretended to be serious under the young man's teasing gaze: "Properly going out to relax will help the recovery of the disease. "

……

Zhang Qinglan changed into a light brocade robe, stepped on the rubble with her toes, and flew up to the courtyard wall with a few taps.

Ao Dingbo followed behind him, seeing that the young man was more proficient at picking doors and locks than he was, he couldn't help feeling sorry for his eldest brother.

Wang's mansion is located on the mountainside behind the city of Ye. If he wants to enter the city and join in the hustle and bustle of the world, he has to cross a bamboo sea.

The young man was tall and tall, and there was no visible sickness on his face. He took out a half-inch long jade piccolo from his sleeve, and touched his upper lip lightly under Ao Dingbo's suspicious gaze.

The jade flute was silent, but with Zhang Qinglan's exhalation, there was a faint light from the starting point.

Before Chilong opened his mouth to ask what it was, he saw a golden light suddenly burst out from the depths of the bamboo sea, shooting straight towards Zhang Qinglan's chest like an arrow leaving the string.

Ao Dingbo's expression changed suddenly, and he was about to make a move, but was stopped by Zhang Qinglan.

At this time, the golden light had already hit the young man's shoulder lightly, it was a fluffy ball with a few pieces of tender flesh exposed on the body, screaming "squeak", and was rubbing against Zhang Qinglan's neck. side.

Ao Dingbo watched Zhang Qinglan leap forward a few times, while reaching out to rub the hairball's head a few times.

The two of them teased cats and dogs all the way, but it didn't take much effort to arrive in Ye City.

With the golden squirrel on her shoulder, Zhang Qinglan walked along the blue bricks on the roadside, and then she was finally free, and explained to Ao Dingbo: "This thing is called Taiji Bagua golden squirrel, and it likes to eat food." Gold, silver and jade articles, magical treasures, have the ability to instantly barter across the air."

"Before the Lihuo battle, I stored the dragon scales in it, so that after the soldiers were disbanded, I could attach spirits to the heart scales in time, so that my soul would not fly away."

Hearing this, Ao Dingbo's expression became very complicated.

Zhang Qinglan was more relaxed than him. Walking on the street in the middle of Yecheng, seeing the passers-by and the hawkers who kept hawking their goods, there was a hint of a smile in his eyes: "Today is the Laba Festival, after all, it is better than usual. Livelier."

The two walked side by side, Ao Dingbo followed the young man's gaze and looked around, only then did he notice that the street vendor was reaching into the porridge bucket with a long wooden spoon, stirring a pot of colorful bean porridge.

A sweet fragrance permeated the cold air, accompanied by the bustling and noisy voices, as well as the laughter and play of children in the streets and alleys.

The white snow all over the sky failed to erase the lively atmosphere in the city.

"If you want to talk about this person, he is ignorant and confused. He prays to God and Buddha with his heart and eyes, and he always thinks about finding something for himself to understand."

"However, they were born to integrate prayers into the sacrificial customs that they themselves would believe in."

Zhang Qinglan's eyebrows were filled with sighs, but more peacefully, he casually took a bowl of free Laba porridge from the vendor, lowered his eyes in the steaming heat, and said in a low voice: "They are so happy... Whatever it is."

When the young man said these words, his voice was extremely soft, no matter whether the people around him could hear them or not, it seemed that he was only speaking for himself.

The expression on Ao Dingbo's face was a little loose, and unconsciously, after all, he still slightly reduced his hostility towards the human race in his heart.

At this time, the sky was still quite bright, shining on the thin snow in the streets and alleys, giving off soft golden lights.

Ao Dingbo excitedly ran to the street to buy several bunches of candied haws, holding a sugar figurine drawn by a master craftsman in his hand, adorning it three or two steps behind Zhang Qinglan, eating hard——

But after a while, the two stepped into the Yinshuang Restaurant one after the other.

Although it is a holiday, the business in the restaurant has not been affected in any way, the clear and crisp sound of the collision of porcelain bowls and wine jars is continuous, and there are people walking around in the building, which is very lively.

Zhang Qinglan took Chilong, who had never seen the world, to find an inconspicuous seat and sat down. Under Ao Dingbo's shocked gaze, he reached out and handed a piece of silver to each of the wine girls who surrounded him.

Bowing her head and taking a sip of the pear flower white in the wine dish, Zhang Qinglan held up half of her face and looked at the wine girl's watery face boredly.

"Hey," after a long while, Ao Dingbo chewed two peanuts, and finally couldn't help but reached out and knocked on the front table a few times, forcing the young man's attention back: "You...you didn't come here just to drink flower wine right?"

Zhang Qinglan was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, as if he didn't expect Ao Dingbo to react so quickly, and immediately admitted with a smile: "No."

Then he spread his hands, put the wine cup lightly on the paulownia table, and asked calmly: "I want to know about Ao Zhan's past, including... those that are older than 300 years ago."

After drinking the wine, the young man's pale face finally became a little warm, and he looked at Chilong steadfastly, as if what he said was a matter of course and justified.

At this time, a wine maid happened to come over and took out the long-necked wine bottle from the small basket hanging on her waist. Holding the bottle with a pair of catkins, she added some wine to the wine cup in front of Zhang Qinglan.

Zhang Qinglan raised the wine cup to her lips, waiting for Chilong to speak.

It's a pity that at the moment Ao Dingbo hesitated and was about to speak, a hand suddenly stretched out from behind and snatched the porcelain wine cup from the young man's hand.

Immediately afterwards, a gloomy voice came from the top of his head, gnashing his teeth: "Heal? How dare you come to Yinshuang Building to drink flower wine behind your back?"

"...Since you want to know so much, why don't I tell you personally?"