let me be quiet

Chapter 1 that year

Flower demons are not demons at all, and Taoist priests are not Taoist priests at all.

That year, in the world of heaven, Yunding Tiangong was shrouded in mist, and there were cranes soaring through the clouds, dancing their slender legs, and falling gracefully into the fairy pond filled with the fragrance of lotus and lotus.

At the end of the fairy pond, there are coiling dragons around the pillars, and the ground is filled with exotic flowers. A young man in white squatted among the flowers, wielding his hammer to chisel the ground boredly, but his clear and clear eyes were full of confusion.

He recalled that many years ago, this fairyland was also a holy land full of fairy flowers. At that time, he was just a child, wielding a hoe every day, digging the soil for this colorful land, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

That day, the peonies in the Holy Land were thick, he raised his head amidst the pink, red, purple, and blue beauties, wiped off the sweat from his forehead, and was about to bend over to continue digging the soil, but the corner of his eyes It can be seen that in the fog-shrouded Panlongshilan, a man with a golden robe is standing there, with a pair of arrogant eyes, staring at him closely.

He felt strange, this is the fairy who came to enjoy the flowers in the flower field holy place again.

The small face smiled shyly at the man, and the immature hands clenched the hoe, intending to continue digging the soil.

"come here."

The man spoke slowly, his voice was deep, magnetic, clear and pleasant.

Probably to let him beg for Peony.

The child thought so, put down the hoe with his little hand, carefully walked around the peony, came to the stone railing at the man's feet, and raised his face: "What orders does this fairy have?"

Across the stone railing, the man bent down and looked down into the clear eyes: "What's your name?"

"name?"

The child suddenly opened his shallow eyes: "I don't have a name, and the fairies call me Flower Girl."

"Flower girl?"

The man locked his sword eyebrows: "Then from today on, this king will call you Ah Tong."

"Atong? This king? Are you?"

The child raised his face, both puzzled and surprised.

The man curled his lips and smiled: "This king is the son of the Emperor of Heaven. From tomorrow onwards, this king will order you to send a dozen flowers to the Zijin Palace every day, so that you can enjoy it with me. There must be no mistakes."

From that day on, the child would ask for a basket of flowers every day and send them to the Zijin Palace held by the crown prince, arranging the resplendent and resplendent palace full of spring. If the crown prince was in a good mood, he would also teach him how to paint, hold a piano, and dance swords.

Time flies, the child has grown into the boy he is today, but the prince is still the same as before, only the busy daily homework and complicated government affairs have imprinted a little stability and immature maturity on his face.

That morning, it was spring, and the peach blossoms in the Holy Land reflected the wind, fragrant all night, the young man overslept, put on his white robe hastily, tied up his hair hastily, begged for a basket of powder in a panic, and rushed to the Zijin Palace.

Having been in contact with the prince for many years, he understood that he was a man of one word. One day, the little fairy who delivered the memorial was a quarter of an hour late, and he was furious, and demoted the little fairy to the mortal world, never to be able to ascend to the ascension forever.

The young man ran into the hall trembling with breath, lost his shoes at some point, and sprinkled the powder from the peach petals all the way, turning the majestic hall red.

The prince was already holding up his sleeves to read the memorial in front of the dragon case. Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes and glanced coldly at the young man: "What time is it?"

"Return to Your Highness, it's almost noon." Xiao Xian'e answered with a bow.

"Noon?"

The crown prince smashed down the memorial in his hand, and looked proudly at the young man with loose black hair, seeming very angry.

The young man's handsome face turned pale with fright, the flower basket on his wrist fell to the ground, he raised his white robe and plopped down on his knees: "Your Highness, please forgive me, Ah Tong overslept today, I hope His Highness will show mercy."