Lançando a bola para convocar o pai, os gêmeos dragão e fênix carregam o chefão para a vitória fácil.
Os gêmeos dragão-fênix nunca tinham visto o próprio pai biológico, e a mãe deles também não podia cuidar disso. Então, tiveram uma ideia genial (e malvada): realizar um "lançamento de pompons" para es
“Everyone, come and see! There’s an embroidery tower right on Imperial Street!”
On the eighteenth day of the fifth month, in the fifteenth year of the Tianqi era, the early risers of the capital who had ventured out for breakfast were thrown into an uproar.
The reason was simple: on Imperial Street, which had been bustling with people just yesterday, a brand-new, exquisite embroidery tower had appeared overnight as if out of thin air.
Built from the finest golden-threaded nanmu wood, it was adorned with carved beams and painted rafters, dazzling in its opulence. If not for the fact that it blocked the entire street, who wouldn’t pause to sigh in admiration at its splendor?
Even the officials on their way to court stopped in their tracks, their faces stern and cold. “This is Imperial Street! Who would dare to build a tower here? They must have nerves of steel!”
“It was us!” came a voice.
“And me too…”
Two soft, childish voices rang out above their heads.
The officials all looked up and saw a window on the embroidery tower swing open, revealing two tiny heads peeking out.
On the left was a little boy, no more than three or four years old, with large, bright, jet-black eyes that earnestly surveyed the crowd below. His face was so serious, his brows slightly furrowed in a deliberate display of solemnity. Yet that fair little face, with a hint of rosy pink, was so tender it made one’s hands itch to give it a gentle pinch.
On the right was a little girl about the same age, her cheeks round and plump. Seeing the sea of