MTL - The Phoenix Arises-Chapter 438 Ten years, grow up

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The night is as quiet as ever.

The bright moonlight sprinkled like a misty mist, and through the carved window, it slammed into the small face of the girl's white bed, cold and lonely.

The girl looks very beautiful, and the beauty is as fascinating as the empty valley.

She closed her eyes, her brow squinted, her small hand clenched her horn, and her white forehead was full of cold sweat.

Suddenly, the girl in her sleep slammed up from the bed, and the dark purple scorpion was sad.

\"Auntie...\" The girl is holding on to her thin shirt, gently whistling, and people can't help but feel bad.

Time flies, although it has been a dozen or so, but some hurts but some pains are always engraved in some people's hearts.

After the night, it is dawn.

The early morning of early summer was not very hot, the breeze was sloppy, and the crystal dew fell into the pond along the green lotus leaf and disappeared.

The footsteps on the stone bridge gradually increased. Although the genius was bright, the people in the city began to get busy.

Yucheng, now the capital of the Great Phoenix.

At that time, Duanmu was unified in Tianhou, and the country was changed to Phoenix, and moved to Zhongzhou.

Zhongzhou is at the center of Haotian mainland, surrounded by mountains, easy to defend and difficult to attack. As early as Duanmu sees the first sight of Zhongzhou, it is doomed to the prosperity of Zhongzhou.

After Duanmu moved to Zhongzhou, Zhongzhou City was no longer obsessed with self-defense, widened the road, built official roads, and connected the four countries.

After more than ten years, Zhongzhou City has long been the small town that was closed in the mountains. It has become the most prosperous and lively capital of the Great Phoenix Dynasty.

One word is only to commemorate the sorrow of the year. Although it has been in the past ten years, the fall of the meditation is still the shackles of everyone's heart.

After the city became a capital city, the original four countries became the largest four cities in the city of Grand Phoenix. The bustling still remains, and the original four kingdoms became the four major cities.

Huangpu’s age is already high, and he has no intention to manage Qinglong City. He passed the position of the city owner to Xuanwang Shizi Huangpu, and he followed Duanmu to the city to enjoy his family.

Not only Huangpu, Duanmu Xue, Xuanyuan Mo, Xia Houchen also went to Yucheng, accompanied by Duanmu.

As for the affairs in the city, the three people are not lazy. They return to Suzaku, Baihu and Xuanwu every month to deal with the affairs of the city. If there is an urgent matter on weekdays, the three will go to the office.

Huang Palace, the palace designed and named by Duanmu, is located in the southernmost part of Yucheng.

The Xueyu Temple, located in the center of the Huanggong Palace, is exactly the same as the Wangfu Temple. It is made by Xuanmu Mo, and it is also the palace of the two.

On the large and luxurious phoenix bed, there is a beautiful woman lying on her face. The woman closes her eyes and breathes lightly.

The black man around me carefully helped her to lift the quilt on her chest, watching the woman's quiet sleep, the man's lips swelled a pet, and leaned over and printed a kiss on her smooth forehead.

It seems that I feel something, the woman's eyebrows move and slowly open her eyes.

Seeing the man in black, the woman’s lips raised a big smile, “A Xue, you are back, they must be very happy.”

Xuanyuan ink lips and micro-hooks, evil smiles and close the raft, \"Only they are happy?\"

Duanmu's pretty face is reddish, his eyes are light, \"Of course...\"

\"Hmm?\" Xuanyuan ink raised his eyebrows, and the **** thin lips were lightly applied to the pink lips, as if the owner of the pink lips did not answer correctly, he would drive straight into the next second.

\"No.\" Duanmu 汐 眸 , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , ,

Seductive red lips, sweet smell, soft whispers, all tempted Xuanyuan ink.

Breathing is getting more and more urgent, squatting, and eagerly picking up the movements of the raft.

The hot kisses were overwhelming, and the brains of Duanmu were instantly blank.

\"Ok……\"

After a long time, Duanmu was low. He snorted, and the little hand clung to the big hand in the coat. "A Xue is noisy, it is dawn."

Although it is not necessary to go early today, but...

Xuanyuan ink lifted his eyes and looked at Duanmu's eyes, which were fascinating. The scorpion flashed a smirk, \"Half a month, don't you want me?"

The hot and breathy smell was sprayed on the ear of the end of the wood, let her soften her body instantly, and the small hand holding the Xuanyuan ink hand was completely weak.

The hot big hands re-acted, and the thick, thick hands stroking the delicate skin and bringing a piece of hot.

Duanmu squat slowly closed his eyes, floating like a boat floating in the sea.

There is a hustle and bustle in the temple of Xueyu. The lights outside the temple are decorated with bright lights and red silk. It is only because of today’s four-year-old 16-year-old birthday.

Changle Hall, the entire palace, the largest and most exquisite palace, is also the exclusive palace of four small.

Because the four small children have been deeply in love since childhood, they have been reluctant to separate, so Duanmu has built a Changle Hall for them.

Bai Xuan Xuan, located in the east of Changle Hall, is the exclusive courtyard of the Emperor Wenzong.

Early in the morning, a little guy sneaked into Bai Xuan Xuan.

\"String brother got up." A small hand held a dog's tail grass, constantly harassing the nose of Huangfu's string.

In my sleep, Huangfu’s string is only very itch.

\"阿嚏......\"

Finally, Huangfu Wenxian sat up directly from the bed, blinking in confusion, and paired with a beautiful pair of white powder.

Seeing the leaves without worry, Huangpu’s warm string lips evoked unconsciously, and reached out and took him directly to the bed. “How come you, hey, my mother brought you.”

Six years ago, Jun Wuxie and Ye Binging gave birth to a small worry, but they did not have a surname, but a surname.

Little worry-free and nodded seriously, \"Mother said that today is the birthday of my brother, my sister, my sister, I am here to give gifts."

When you are worried, you will hand the gift in front of you to Wenling.

Wen string squinted at the four grasshoppers in the hands of worry-free, the smile in his eyes was even worse. He took one and took a look. He looked at it and praised it. "The grass grasshopper we have no worries is really delicate. My brother likes it."

I heard the little worry, and the little face opened the flower instantly. "Is it true? It is my teaching."

The worry-free smile instantly shook the warm eyes.

This little guy is really longer and more refined. This looks is completely inherited, even more so, except for those eyes, the narrow peach eyes and the watery powder, but it is beautiful.

Wen Xian shook his head with regret.

It’s a pity that such a beautiful person is a man’s body. After growing up, I don’t know how many women are harmed.

Seeing the temperature string shaking his head, blinking without doubt, \"What?\"

\"Nothing.\" Wen string smiled and shook his head, reached out and pinched the worry-free face, \"go outside to play, wait for the string brother to take you to the ink house."

No worries nodded, slipping down from the warm string, and squatting out with three grasshoppers. Soon, the Wen string was dressed, the grooming was finished, and he came out of the room.

A pure white brocade, a white jade hairpin, and no other accessories, but it is so gentle as jade, fresh and elegant.

Seeing the little worry at the edge of the pond, Wen Wen went straight and took him up.

\"String brother, Bailian here is really beautiful, I will live here after I grow up." "No worries, holding the string of the neck, reluctantly looking at the pool of white lotus.

\"Good.\" The warm string slaps the lips.

Mok Juju, located in the north of Changle Hall, is the exclusive courtyard of Xuanyuan.

Unlike the white lotus of Bai Xiexuan, the most popular ink is the ink bamboo, which is made into pieces of ink bamboo. The wind blows like it is singing.

Ink Temple is in the courtyard, a black figure is dancing in the courtyard.

The black sword flies, and the strange figure in the mid-air black figure forms a beautiful landscape.

Suddenly, the black figure glimmered, the black long sword \"嗖"", and flew to the white figure of the courtyard door.

Looking at the black long sword coming from the gallop, Wen string unhurriedly put the small head in his arms in his arms, then stretched out **** to easily clamp the tip of the sword, gently flicking, black long sword instantly Go back to the hands of the cold.

\"I said that you can't move the knife every time, it doesn't matter if you scare me, don't scare the little worry." "When the strings are chilling, it's very uncomfortable."

\"No worries are not afraid.\" The sound of the string is just falling, and the little head raises the small head.

The warm string is a black line, and the cold eyebrows are lightly raised and gently fall to the front of the two.

\"Slow down for five seconds.\" The cold voice was a little joking.

There are more black lines on the warm string, just want to attack, but listen to a young voice, \"Cold brother, you look so good.\"

In a word, let the cold and warm strings both face black face.

Cold and frowning, look good, what is this?

The temperature string is full of jealousy, and it’s awkward.

This little guy really didn't have a vision. He looked good, black from head to toe, and he was not handsome at all.

There are a few people with big eyes and small eyes here, and the palace servant of the sorcerer has already begun to get busy.

Yusei Pavilion, located in the southernmost part of the Changle Hall, is the exclusive courtyard of Duanmu Wenser.

In the large courtyard, there is a woman in red, the woman is beautiful, the beauty of the publicity, the beauty of the hot, just like the Manzhu Shahua in the garden, she is fascinated.

\"Is everything in the hall ready?\"

\"Ready.\"

\"Go to the kitchen to see what else is missing, report it immediately.\"

\"Yes.\"

\"You two ran a glimpse of Bai Xian Xuan and Mo Yan Ju, please have two emperors and three emperors.\"

\"Yes.\"

......

After explaining all the things, Duanmu Wenshen walked out of the Twilight Pavilion and went to the Ziyan Court in the west.

Zi Yan Yuan, located in the westernmost part of Changle Hall, is the exclusive courtyard of Duanmu Liangzhu.

Just stepping into Ziyanyuan, there was a whistle of whistle. The more you go, the clearer the flute.

The flute sounds melodious, as if telling the story of the playing person.

Warmer stood at the door and looked at the tree sitting on it, blowing the cool flute of the jade flute.

The long blue silk, the purple skirt, like the large purple iris under the tree, is light with the wind.

If it weren't for the sad flute, what a fascinating beauty.