bookcurios Chapter 224 Xuannv 88
Chapter 224 Xuannv 88
"Forget it. How can I feel bad for Donghua when he looks like that?" Jiaojiao's nine fluffy purple tails swayed gently, her fox eyes sparkled, her red lips parted slightly, her words were full of stubbornness, but her slightly trembling tone seemed to be hiding something. Her pink nose twitched slightly, and the exquisite porcelain bowl in front of her was filled with delicacies. The aroma that was rising could not arouse her appetite at the moment. Her front paws seemed to be casually placed on the edge of the bowl, but in fact, the panic in her heart had already been revealed through her slightly trembling beard. It was as if a huge rock was thrown into the lake of her heart. The surging waves made her breathing a little disordered. She felt that her chest was very uncomfortable, and she had no interest in the food in front of her.
"Sister, please calm down and listen to Xiaoyu." Xiaoyu's voice came from the bright sea of consciousness, like a spring in the depths of the forest, gurgling, with a bit of earnest persuasion, "Emperor Donghua, his heart is as deep as the sea, and every step he takes is far-sighted. His seemingly cold and strict style is actually a deep expectation for you, sister, just like an ingenious craftsman, carefully carving a rare jade. You see, now you can speak, and the transformation is within reach. Your current soul power is like bamboo shoots in the rain, rising step by step, growing stronger day by day. Such remarkable results are all the result of the hard work of Emperor Donghua. Everything he says and does is like precious bricks and stones, paving the way for your splendid future."
Jiaojiao's movements suddenly froze, and her front paws on the edge of the bowl tightened unconsciously. The sharp claws scratched the edge of the bowl with a subtle "sizzling" sound, which seemed to pluck a little more tension in her heartstrings. She blinked her watery eyes, with mixed feelings in her heart, thinking to herself: In the past, I was like a reckless young animal, always acting on impulse, and I only believed that Emperor Donghua was harsh and ruthless based on my intuition, but I never explored his good intentions. Now that I think about it carefully, those harsh actions that I used to regard as torture are like the raging fire that refines real gold. Although it is hot and unbearable, it is precisely this kind of tempering that has forged my transformation and growth today. The originally long and foggy road of transformation can only see the dawn of light with his help. But I was ignorant and repaid kindness with resentment, which was really a big mistake. The guilt was like a wildly growing vine, winding around her heart, getting tighter and tighter, almost suffocating her.
"Forget it, forget it, I get it. All the things in the past were because I was too indulgent and wrongly blamed him. From now on, I will control my temper and be much gentler and friendlier towards Donghua." After saying that, she slowly lay down and buried her head between her front paws. Her ears drooped weakly, covering the complex and deep look in her eyes, as if only in this way could she slightly hide the waves and uneasiness in her heart.
"I feel relieved that my sister thinks this way." Xiaoyu's words were full of comfort and relief, just like a gentle breeze, trying to soothe the entanglement and sorrow in Jiaojiao's heart.
"Forget it, I'll think about it myself." Jiaojiao sighed softly, and the sound was like mist blown away by the wind, revealing endless entanglement and helplessness. The nine purple tails seemed to be infected by this emotion, drooping listlessly, and the fluff on the tips looked a little messy. A trace of confusion flashed across her smart eyes, just like a meteor across the night sky, fleeting. Immediately, she bit her lower lip, as if she had made some kind of decision, and suddenly jumped down from the exquisitely carved table. Her movements were light but could not hide the loneliness in them. When she landed, even the air around her seemed to stagnate slightly.
Seeing this, the fairy maidservant's heart suddenly shrank, and her face was instantly filled with panic and worry. She moved quickly, and her hurried footsteps caused her skirt to shake violently, just like a pool of spring water being disturbed. The fairy maid quickly came to Jiaojiao, bowed respectfully, and performed a very standard bow, with her head bowed very low, almost touching the ground. Her voice was as gentle as the spring breeze, but as humble as the grass in the valley: "Where are you going, little prince?"
Jiaojiao raised her eyes, and a light suddenly appeared in her purple eyes, just like the purple stars that lit up in the night sky, with a bit of impatience and impatience. The light was too dazzling, and people almost dared not look directly at it. Her tone unconsciously rose a few notes, and the ending tone even trembled slightly. The nine tails swayed uneasily behind her, bringing a slight sound of wind: "I'm going to the training room, do you know where it is?" Every word seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with unquestionable determination.
The fairy bowed slightly and folded her hands in front of her. Her fingers unconsciously clenched her sleeves and she responded respectfully: "My little prince, the emperor has arranged a side hall for you to practice, but it has not been prepared yet. Why don't I lead you to Changle Hall first? The emperor has given this hall to you to rest." Her eyes were always lowered, not daring to look Jiaojiao in the face. Her gaze was focused on the land under her feet. Her attitude was extremely respectful and her body was still trembling slightly, like a dead leaf shivering in the autumn wind.
After hearing this, Jiaojiao just nodded her head slightly, and her nine purple tails drew an elegant arc, as if outlining a mysterious painting in the air. Her expression returned to calm, and that calmness was like a bottomless pool. She said calmly: "Okay, let's go to Changle Palace." At this moment, she was full of desire to transform into a human form, and she didn't care about the residence at all. Her firm eyes seemed to say that as long as it could help her achieve her wish, any place would be fine, even a sea of fire and swords, it would not stop her from moving forward.
Seeing Jiaojiao being led by the fairy to Changle Palace, Donghua's fingers holding the Buddhist scriptures unconsciously tightened slightly, and his knuckles turned white due to the force. He slowly put down the scroll in his hand. The moment the scroll slipped, countless thoughts seemed to flow through his heart. In Donghua's deep eyes, self-blame and regret were intertwined like clouds and mist. He frowned slightly, his lips trembled slightly, and finally whispered to himself:
“What’s wrong with me? I’ve lived for so many years, but now I’m competing with an ignorant little fox. She is just a newcomer to the world, innocent and naive. Even if she is willful, it’s just her nature. But I’m so stingy, which is really unbecoming of an emperor.” Donghua raised his hand and rubbed his temple with his slender fingers, his face full of helplessness and fatigue.
“I thought that I had gone through many catastrophes in the world, but my heart was as calm as still water, and there had not been any ripples in the long years. But I didn’t expect that I would be upset by this little fox demon. Her every frown and smile, every move seems to have magic, which always touches the softest part of my heart inadvertently, making me lose my composure.” Donghua’s voice became lower and lower, revealing a deep sense of powerlessness.
"Forget it, forget it. Let her go. I just hope that she can achieve the right result soon. But the word love, to me, is like the unclear chaos. Now that I am deeply trapped, how can I break free?" After saying this, he slowly closed his eyes, stood tall, and his lonely figure looked even more desolate in the empty palace.
“Forget it, Chonglin, when will the side hall be ready?” Donghua’s voice came out slowly from the towering palace, with a hint of impatience in his tone, like the ripples rising in a deep pool, or like the heavy thunder accumulated in thick clouds. Although it was not strong, it was loud enough for people nearby to hear it clearly, and they could truly feel the majesty and concern behind the words. The voice seemed to have real penetrating power, breaking through the barrier of the palace door and spreading towards the void outside the door.
Chong Lin was on guard outside the palace at that time. When he heard the emperor's summons, his heart suddenly trembled, and he dared not slack off. He hurriedly bowed slightly, and quickly and methodically arranged his clothes with his hands to ensure that his clothes were neat and his manners were dignified. Then he walked into the palace with steady and hurried steps. After entering the palace, he walked straight to the right position in front of Donghua, knelt on one knee, his posture was as straight as a pine tree, clenched his right fist, placed it in front of his left chest, and performed a standard and respectful fist-clasping salute, then lowered his head slightly, his eyes drooped, and replied respectfully: "Emperor, now we are fully preparing all the things that the little prince needs for cultivation. However, in the warehouse, there are all kinds of magic weapons, rare treasures, spiritual objects and immortal herbs, and the categories are complicated. It is difficult to quickly sort out what kind of items are still missing to complete the little prince's cultivation needs."
Donghua's expression did not change after hearing this. He just raised his hand slightly, and waved his white and slender fingers gently, as if carrying an invisible force, signaling Chonglin to stand up. Then, a trace of imperceptible thought flashed across his deep and distant eyes, and then he calmly ordered: "In this case, you go to my warehouse and use your vision and judgment to carefully select some items that suit her." The tone was calm and peaceful, without any ups and downs, just like a quiet deep lake. However, under this calmness, it seemed to contain some deep and indescribable expectations and care, like the undercurrent surging at the bottom of the lake. Although its shape cannot be seen, one can faintly sense the majestic power contained in it.
"As you command, Your Majesty." Chonglin received the order, and immediately had a clear direction and mission in his mind. He straightened his body, clasped his fists and saluted again, and then turned around immediately, with a neat and decisive movement. When he left, his footsteps were hurried, and his clothes fluttered in the wind, like a galloping light and shadow, disappearing outside the palace gate in an instant, leaving only a gradually fading back.
Siming happened to be holding a document, smiling, and walked into the palace from outside. As soon as he entered, he saw Chonglin walking away in a hurry, and he was slightly startled, with a look of suspicion on his face. He subconsciously raised his voice and asked loudly: "Chonglin, where are you going?" The voice echoed in the empty palace, with a hint of curiosity and doubt, breaking the quiet atmosphere that was originally heavy due to Chonglin's departure.
"Si Ming, where are you coming back from?" Chong Lin saw Siming coming in a hurry, slowed down his pace and asked.
"I just came back from the Third Prince. What's the matter? This is..." Siming raised his eyes and saw Chonglin in a hurry. He was also surprised and asked back.
"I'm going to open the Emperor's warehouse." Chonglin spoke briefly and to the point. He didn't stop, but just turned his head to respond.
"What happened recently? You can even open the Emperor's storehouse?" When Siming heard this, his eyes instantly widened like bells, his mouth unconsciously opened slightly, and his face was full of disbelief. He seemed to be cast under a spell, and suddenly stopped in place, and even the record book in his hand almost slipped. There are many storehouses in Taichen Palace, which he knew very well. But the most precious one is undoubtedly the Emperor's private storehouse. Although all the storehouses in Taichen Palace belong to the Emperor in name, the four storehouses in the southeast, northwest, and northeast are mostly filled with rare treasures that various forces have respectfully paid tribute to. These treasures are already amazing on weekdays. Only the place that is revered as the Emperor's storehouse contains all the peerless treasures that the Emperor has personally searched and collected over a long period of time with his supreme status and unique vision. The things in the private storehouse of Emperor Donghua, this old immortal who has existed since ancient times, are so precious that they are beyond imagination. Each treasure is like a dusty legend, which not only contains powerful spiritual power to destroy the world, but also carries countless unknown mysterious stories.
Now that such a mysterious and precious storehouse was about to be opened, Siming felt his heartbeat suddenly speed up, as if it was about to jump out of his throat. Countless thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant, trying to guess what could have made the Emperor make such a decision. The treasures in the four storehouses in the southeast, northwest, and northeast were enough to cause a sensation in the three realms. They were the natural treasures that countless cultivators dreamed of but could not reach. The private collection of the Emperor was so gorgeous and rare that it was like the legendary treasures of the Fairy Palace that only existed in the clouds. It was brilliant but out of reach. Now it was about to be opened. How could Siming not be shocked and stand there in awe of the treasures in the storehouse and curious about the unknown reasons.
"The Emperor asked me to go to his storehouse and see if there is anything suitable for the little prince to practice, and asked me to get it out." Chonglin said truthfully with a calm expression.
"Your Highness? We have a little prince in Taichen Palace?" When Siming heard this, his jaw almost dropped. His mouth opened so wide that an egg could fit in, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.
"You haven't been here recently, and I haven't paid much attention to you. The fox spirit that the emperor raised in Bi Hai Cang Ling many years ago has become an immortal. From now on, Princess Jiao Jiao will be the little princess of Tai Chen Palace. You must be respectful when you see her in the future." Zhonglin raised his eyes slightly, looked at Siming's shocked expression, and explained slowly.
"Ah! The fox spirit raised in Bi Hai Cang Ling? Oh my God, why didn't I know about it." Siming held his head in his hands, his face full of regret. He felt like a passerby who was out of the matter and missed such a shocking secret. The flame of curiosity in his heart was burning, making him itchy, as if he had missed a good show that could not be seen once in a thousand years.
"Don't try to find out about the young prince. I just knew about this before. Now the emperor has admitted it. Don't do anything stupid." Zhonglin's eyes suddenly became serious. His gaze was like a torch, staring straight at Siming, and his words contained an undisguised warning.
"I know." Siming quickly put away his curious look, straightened his expression, and responded seriously to Chonglin's warning. Although he still had many questions in his mind, he did not dare to reveal them at all.