Emperor Fusheng was cold and indifferent by nature.
I'm used to being alone.
But ever since a certain little phoenix set its sights on the training ground behind the Floating Life Palace, it has been pestering Mo Qi, insisting that he raise birds.
He ignored him, so every night the little phoenix would secretly peek through the window paper, make a nest out of his hair, and squat on his pillow to sleep.
When Mo Qi woke up in the morning and saw the little pink bird, a rare hint of helplessness appeared on his usually aloof and indifferent handsome face.
The little phoenix, awakened by being petted, opened its beady eyes and stared blankly at the person in front of it for a long while before shyly burying its head in its feathers: "Chirp~"
Mo Qi pinched the bridge of his nose and told the little phoenix again, "I don't keep birds."
Upon hearing this, the little phoenix immediately poked its head out and hurriedly said, "I'm very easy to take care of."
Mo Qi watched the little bird quietly without saying a word, but his attitude was very clear.
I won't raise them.
The little phoenix suddenly felt wronged, and listlessly squatted on the quilt, tears suddenly falling down her face.
Mo Qi frowned and subconsciously took two steps forward.
Phoenix tears condense into crimson-gold crystals, and a single tear can be sold for 100,000 spirit stones.
Little Phoenix didn't have much of a concept of money, but she knew that 100,000 spirit stones was a lot of money.
So she cried as she picked up the phoenix tears from the quilt.
The little phoenix, still a bird, could only use its short, sharp beak to peck at the crystals. It would pick one up, only to drop it one by one. The little phoenix would then turn back to peck again, but it couldn't pick up the last one.
The little phoenix gave up, plopped down on the blanket, and cried even harder: "Why didn't you help me pick them up? Our phoenix tears are very precious, one can sell for 100,000 spirit stones. If you don't want to raise me, fine, I can sell my tears..."
Mo Qi: "..."
He rubbed his temples, feeling even more helpless with the little phoenix.
"I'll help you pick it up, don't cry."
The little phoenix said dejectedly, "You don't even take care of me, yet you care whether I cry or not."
Mo Qi: "..."
In the end, Emperor Fusheng still picked up the phoenix tears that were said to be worth 100,000 spirit stones each for the little phoenix. As for whether or not to raise the phoenix...
When Emperor Fusheng said he wouldn't raise the little phoenix, the little phoenix started crying and even asked him to help pick up the phoenix tears. He had no choice but to raise it.
That day.
The morning court session has just ended.
The Old Man of the Moon, who is in charge of marriage, stayed behind, sat in his seat, and slowly sipped his tea.
The Old Man Under the Moon is the youngest deity in Heaven, but because the Marriage Office is closest to Mount Fusheng, he became a celestial official in Mount Fusheng.
After sitting quietly for a while, the Old Man of the Moon finally spoke: "Your Majesty, I heard that you have recently raised a little phoenix."
Mo Qi originally thought that he stayed behind because he had something to say, but he didn't expect him to say this.
"Um."
Little Phoenix was actually squatting quietly beside him, chewing on her pills. She only looked up at the Old Man of the Moon when she heard his name.
The Old Man of the Moon smiled, with a rather meaningful look: "I thought the Emperor wouldn't keep any living creatures anymore."
After all, Mount Fusheng is covered in snow all year round, and the only living things that can survive there are local birds and plants.
Phoenixes belong to the fire element, which is incompatible with the frigid and desolate Fusheng Mountain.
But ever since the Emperor raised the little phoenix, the ice and snow on Mount Fusheng melted away overnight.
This is enough to show how much the Emperor doted on this little phoenix.
Mo Qi said indifferently, "Just raising it casually."
The Old Man of the Moon chuckled: "Since you're just raising it casually, why don't you give me this little phoenix to raise? I'm still missing a little bird to deliver love letters to the celestial lords and officials of the various palaces."
Mo Qi frowned slightly, and the little phoenix was also stunned. It slowly turned its head to look at Mo Qi, its round little bean eyes seeming to ask him: Would you give me away to someone else to raise?
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