Chapter 6

Of course, only she knows the psychological activities of the fog mirror... She has no doubt that if Yao Huan were to know her thoughts, she would smash her into pieces with a single tail swipe

If you don't like grass, that's fine, there are still flowers

She is a stone that is completely stained with the smoke and fire of the human world. After gaining consciousness and intelligence, she has listened to countless tales told by storytellers, making her the one who understands the human emotions and worldly affairs the best

Yao Huan first went to the mountain top to pick fresh flowers. Wu Jing said that the simplest way for a mortal to please their beloved is to give gifts. The most valuable and treasured item she possessed was the luminous pearl, but she had previously given it to the Emperor with great reluctance, and he didn't even glance at it, clearly showing his disinterest.

Yao Huan stood at the entrance of the Emperor's courtyard, her expression complex as she surveyed the large locust tree in front of his yard. A person as imposing as the Emperor might prefer something more grand and powerful in terms of grass.

Unexpectedly, the Emperor did not choose to tap her forehead to bestow upon her celestial energy, but instead opted for the most troublesome way to help her grow up

The essence of flowers and herbs is most fearful of being shaken with joy, even if it is pulled painfully, it dares to feel anger but cannot express it

After splashing around in the spring for quite a while, she finally emerged, her head popping up. Mysteriously, she leaned closer to the foggy mirror and quietly asked, "Foggy mirror, you are the wisest, please teach me how to be likable"

The result was that the entire mountain of grass spirits and flower spirits were so frightened that they howled like ghosts and wolves, while the Emperor did not even raise his eyes and simply threw her out the door

Her eyelids drooped in the water, and her entire body was covered in a layer of gray, extremely dirty. Yet, those eyes remained sparkling and exceptionally bright.

Yao Huan wandered around the hill several times, yet still found the large clusters of fluffy grass, with a segment of their tails sticking out from the bushes, particularly adorable. Just as she was about to reach down to pull it up, before her claws even touched the grass roots, she saw the little grass shaking as if it were being stirred.

Wu Jing was momentarily taken aback, dug into his ears, leaned his head closer, and frowned as he asked Yao Huan to repeat it once more

The big locust tree felt a chill all over under the scrutinizing gaze of the joyful eyes, regretting its usual laziness and not having rooted itself deeper

After a long silence, Wu Jing finally remembered to ask: "What is wrong with you?"

But now it is different; the person before me is the mighty Emperor who commands the world. As long as he is willing, it is only natural that Yao Huan will be able to learn.

His flowers and plants are all vibrant and dripping with color, almost as if they could spit out a face full of saliva in delight

She cleared her throat and asked with great concern: "Have you angered the Emperor again?"

Fearing that the young dragon, whose intelligence had yet to awaken, might cause even more earth-shattering events, the Emperor finally spoke: "You want to grow up, but you cannot rely on me."

Shaking her head playfully, she said seriously: "I only wish to please the Emperor."

However, all difficulties, under the goal of pleasing the Emperor and striving to grow, seem like the small stones on a foggy mirror that can be easily removed; just peel them away and it will be fine

result

After the strategy of borrowing flowers to present to the Buddha proved ineffective, Yao Huan began to contemplate other ideas. Wu Jing stated that mortals are more complex than demons and immortals, and their relationships are chaotic. In addition to ways to please a beloved, there are also methods for a mortal wife to curry favor with her mother-in-law

Did she just hear something extraordinary? ... It seems that Yao Huan asked her how to be likable ... ? ... Is there some little fairy nearby that suffered a thunder calamity, resulting in the heavenly thunder striking Yao Huan's mind?

This kind of dragon, which seems to revel in chaos, does it have any other aspirations besides knowing how to annoy the Emperor every day

Yao Huan wagged her tail and innocently asked, "Does the Emperor want to be Yao Huan's master and cultivate together with her?"

As soon as the Emperor stepped into the courtyard, he felt an overwhelming sense of resentment

The amount of information is indeed overwhelming, and she finds it somewhat difficult to digest.

She often stirs up trouble, which leads the Emperor to take in many flower and grass spirits from the mountains

The garden is filled with flowers and plants, each one appearing as if it has been submerged in floodwaters...! ... It's damp enough, but the key issue is that even the bathwater of this troublesome dragon is enough to make one feel nauseous!

Yao Huan was not always so carefree and indifferent; it was just that she did not seek any joy for herself. How else could she pass the long and lonely years?

Although the fog mirror did not know the reason, she naturally had some expectations for the comedy that the mountain spirit, who delighted in pleasing the Emperor, liked to watch. That night, she unreservedly emptied her heart and taught her all the methods she knew.

The fog mirror waited in the cave of Yaohuan until dark, yet there was still no sign of Yaohuan returning. Just as she was about to set off to the neighboring Emperor's residence to inquire about the situation, Yaohuan, resembling a useless dragon, rolled into her clear spring water, panting and sticking out its tongue.

She frowned, thinking about how the Emperor disliked her disrupting the cultivation of the little fairies. She simply scooped up a handful of soil, lifting the small cluster of grass along with the earth, and happily brought it to the Emperor.

Cultivation

Yao Huan blinked her eyes, feeling somewhat sad: "The fairies in the mountains all say I am foolish and do not like to play with me. I do not know how old I am now; I have seen many fairies evolve from the initial awakening of their intelligence to becoming fully grown, yet I remain as I am."

The Emperor is not an ordinary person, and naturally differs from those wicked mothers-in-law in the mortal realm who take pleasure in tormenting their daughters-in-law. There is no need to grind beans in the dark, nor to stay up late weaving fine cloth. Without a husband, there is naturally no need to serve him in rising from bed

Yao Huan went to the mountain top again and picked a large handful of flowers, of every color imaginable. She thought to herself, although the Emperor is picky, there must be at least one color that he would like

Thus, she used her tail as a broom to sweep the already clean courtyard of the Emperor, and with nothing else to do, she watered the flowers and plants again. This was the task she found the most relaxing and could do continuously

Her eyes sparkled with joy; she could not cultivate, only breathe in and out under the moonlight. Even with knowledge as profound as a foggy mirror, it was unclear whether it was due to her physical constitution or the unique cultivation methods of the dragon clan that she could not be taught.

She watered each pot of flowers and plants, and after watering, she could not remain idle; she began to prune the leaves and branches of the plants. She only had a pair of claws, which made it difficult for her to perform delicate tasks, so she could only pull and tear with force.

Seeing her like this, the Emperor's heart suddenly softened. He sighed lightly and said, "Alright, alright, if you truly wish to grow up, then follow me in cultivation from now on."

Thus, before dawn, Yao Huan went to the cave to fetch water and watered the flowers in the Emperor's courtyard

The disappointment in her eyes was evident, even the tail that usually wagged playfully was now hanging down quietly, touching the ground

She believes that the Emperor will surely agree to poke her forehead upon seeing these long-tailed grasses

She yearns for the world described in the misty mirror, where there are markets that open at scheduled times, featuring white sugar cakes, begonia cakes, red date cakes, and many fresh trinkets. There are also storytellers who narrate countless tales, musicians whose skills surpass those of the stinky fox demon, and dancers more beautiful than the night-blooming cereus.

Neither do I like grass nor flowers

The Emperor glanced at her dirty dragon claws, then looked at the dogtail grass that was completely devoid of color from fear, raised his eyes to give a sharp look at the eagerly awaiting praise from Yao Huan, and decisively threw her out the door

After trimming the branches and leaves, when I turned back to look, I always felt that the flowers and plants, now pruned, appeared somewhat awkward compared to their usual state

She scratched her head, always feeling that since she had to perform, she should be like a diligent little bee when the Emperor appeared

Fog Mirror : `` ... ... ''

result

She chattered incessantly throughout the night, and Yang Huan listened with sparkling eyes, as if she had found a treasure

The Emperor, whose mood was already somewhat heavy, darkened his expression, waved his sleeve to fan away, and immediately, the gust of wind swept the tail of the joyous figure all the way down to the foot of the mountain

Then I can only go pick some brightly colored flowers to see if the Emperor will be pleased

Once again, I have been rejected