Bright as Dust Moon

Bright as Dust Moon

by Dreamers Who Make Dreams Come True

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My name is Yao Ye. Why do I feel inexplicably familiar when I first meet him? Why did the Lord of Heaven disappear suddenly after the war ten thousand years ago? (Emmm, I'm a junior high school girl. It's hard to type in the profile o(o?`З?? O)?!!!)

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Chapter 2

Emperor Yezheng was wearing a pale white robe and holding a crystal clear tea cup. Turning around, the sun shone on his handsome face. I couldn't help but sigh in my heart: "There are few men in the world as handsome as him." 'But at the same time, what comes is an inexplicable sense of familiarity and intimacy, between lovers... Emperor Ye Zheng smiled: "You are just that winged bird, you are very cute." "Ah, thank you Emperor." My face turned red. Seeing me like this, Shao Si Mo Qing said, "Then let me show you where you live." "Yeah, okay." Go through the corridor and arrive at a room. What I saw was the ice bed. The ice bed is a unique thing in the world! Seeing my surprised expression, Emperor Ye Zheng said: "The ice bed is the cheapest among all things, and it is also the easiest to make..." Young Si Mo Qing squeezed my hand: "Actually, the ice bed is for regulating the body, so it is not very precious." "Yeah" I put my eyes on the ice bed, which was filled with cold air. If exposed to sunlight, it will shine more beautifully. Then his eyes turned to another ordinary wooden bed, and Young Si Mo Qing continued: "This is made of precious rosewood. If you put it in the sky, it will be just an ordinary bed, so you don't have to feel any psychological burden. "I didn't mention the psychological burden, but you care blindly. " Young Master Mo Qing chuckled: "When the little girl grows up, she won't let her sister care about her anymore..." Emperor Yezheng smiled at us playing around, and his handsome smile became even more handsome... On the first day of March, I started packing my luggage. I will move to Dijun tomorrow. I looked back at the room. It was my last night... The decoration of the room was cozy and warm. It also carries many beautiful memories... Early in the morning I greeted many people. "When you are over there, you should also take a look at us. "You have to take good care of yourself." " They all responded: "Yeah, okay! "After bidding farewell to them, I saw a familiar figure. I smiled at him and he flew towards me on auspicious clouds. "Girl, I'm here to pick you up. " In the room, I sat cross-legged on the ice bed, and Emperor Yezheng was in front of me, palms facing each other. A steady voice appeared in my ears: "I will teach you how to adjust your breath and assist you once a day. After you learn it, you can adjust your breath twice a week. It's two people, not one person. I blushed and said, "Thank you, Emperor." " Close your eyes and the ceremony officially begins. After a week of reincarnation, he opened his eyes again and looked at the emperor. "How's it going? "The emperor asked with concern. "Well, it feels pretty good. Emperor Ye Zheng touched my face and said jokingly: "You're blushing, girl." "Ah, really." "The blush is getting worse and worse. "It's okay, girl. "Pinch my face gently, the emperor's hands are so soft... A month later, I still went to get pen and ink, because I came here not long ago, just one day. I found that the emperor liked to paint, and he painted one painting every two days. And after the painting is completed, he will write a poem. The handwriting is vigorous and powerful, and it is a great pleasure to have it next to the painting. The emperor likes to drink tea, and his favorite is... Black tea, which contains golden eyebrows... (The author knows that there is not much tea, so he writes very little...) He drinks three cups a day, but there is also time for green tea. Green tea includes Longjing... But the only thing he didn't like was drinking, because he said that wine is only drunk by mortals, but not by immortals. I had to stick out my tongue, and the concubines were drinking too.

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