That night, the couple who left the rented room and did not intend to return to the Four Seas Dragon Palace spent the night in the mountains. They teleported to the highest Wufu Mountain in Panyun City, found a relatively flat place, and temporarily placed a two-story wooden house. There is tea and water in the wooden house, pillows and quilts, and all kinds of spiritual fruits. It’s no different from being at home, and it may even be better than being at home, because there is no disturbance around, do something shameful There is no need to set a barrier.
Feng Yang fell in love with this temporary residence in less than ten seconds. He asked Mo Ting to take some spiritual fruits, and the couple sat at the door, chatting while watching the stars.
Only Feng Yang wanted to chat, and Mr. Xianjun didn't actually want to chat. He just wants to talk about the great harmony of life in bed, or the great harmony of life under the bed. This place is really very emotional, and the dragon's nature can't help but make him feel a little ready to move.
Unconsciously, her hand touched Feng Yang's waist. Obviously at first he was just hugging him very politely, but then somehow, he felt like he was consciously touching where he wanted to touch.
Snapped!
"The rest of my life is very long, can you stop being so eager?" Feng Yang stuffed Mo Ting's mouth with a fruit, "I haven't listened to the wind quietly in the woods for a long time."
"Sorry, the atmosphere is so wonderful, my husband almost forgot that Madam is a cute little bird." Mo Ting stroked his hands, took off his robe and put it on Feng Yang's body and said with a smile, "Let's plant another bird after we go back. A large piece of Slender Moon phoenix tree, as long as Madam is happy, we can live in the phoenix tree at night, okay?"
"... Is there a piano?"
"I didn't have it originally, but if Madam wants it, she must have it." Mo Ting changed his mind, and opposite Feng Yang there was not only a piano, but also a piano case and a jade flute. And not far from Yuxiao is an incense burner. A strange aroma slowly wafted from the incense burner.
"This fragrance?"
"How is it? I know the taste." Mo Ting said, "Is your husband very smart?"
Smart ass!
Feng Yang looked at the immortal gentleman who asked for credit silently, and then "puchi" music: "Since my husband is so thoughtful, let me play one of my favorite tunes for my husband."
Mo Ting propped his chin and nodded.
Feng Yang gently stroked the strings of the qin. Hearing the sound of the strings, the sound was really pleasant, so he knew that this was a rare and good qin, so he couldn't help but continue to stroke it. He played a piece of music that Mo Ting had never heard before. It was slow and melodious at first, and then the tune became very light and cheerful, a bit like a bird hopping in the forest after the morning fog cleared. And like dew falling among the leaves, tick-tock.
It's clear that the mountains have already been dyed the color of late autumn, and it's a bit bleak, but it makes Feng Yang's music seem to be back in midsummer.
Seeing this, Mo Ting held the jade flute to his lips. Feng Yang turned his head and glanced at him, his eyes were full of smiles, thinking that it would be a wonderful thing for the two of them to play together.
Unexpectedly, after waiting for a long time, there was no movement from Mr. Xianjun.
Feng Yang involuntarily withdrew one hand, and simply hooked the strings with the other, making a tinkling sound, as if waiting for Mo Ting.
At this time, Xianjun sighed and put Yuxiao down.
Feng Yang lightly dropped his hand on the strings, and the sound of the piano stopped. He looked at Mo Ting suspiciously: "What's wrong?"
Xianjun said rather distressed: "No."
Feng Yang: "..." I don't know what pose you put on!
Mo Ting held the jade flute in his hand and was holding flowers, playing with a golden cudgel like a golden cudgel: "Speaking of which, I was born smart, and I can understand most things at a glance, but I don't know anything about this rhythm. Darling, can you play chess?" ?”
Feng Yang: "..."
This time, Feng Yang was troubled. He can't be said to be born smart, but his aptitude is not bad. This is the game of chess...
If you play, you will still play, but you have never won.
But playing chess with your lover is not more important than competition, and it seems that it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. Feng Yang nodded: "Next game?"
Mo Ting collected the Qin and Yuxiao, and made a set of Go. The watery and clear ink jade and suet white jade chess pieces are of exceptionally good quality, but Mr. Xianjun on the opposite side likes the things of Bulling Bulling so much that even this chess piece is inlaid with diamonds. One grain fell, beep beep beep flashing.
"Do you want your third son?" Mo Ting asked.
"No need." Anyway, he would probably lose if he gave in or not.
Feng Yang snapped his fingers lightly, and a wisp of small flames slowly floated up. The small flames divided into four groups in mid-air, and became bigger and bigger, turning into four fireballs the size of footballs. The surroundings became brighter in an instant, and the diamonds on the chess pieces seemed to be even more dazzling. A certain fairy liked this kind of dazzling feeling, picked up a chess piece and put it on the board. Feng Yang also put one in.
With a smile on his lips, Mr. Xianjun took another pill.
Feng Yang's mentality has always been calm, because he doesn't care about winning or losing, and when he plays, he thinks about this thing. He probably won't be able to win Mo Ting. After all, Mo Ting has lived for more than three hundred years. If he offered to play chess, then Mo Ting's chess skills should be very good.
Unexpectedly, the lower the level, the more unreliable it is.
Seeing that he was about to lose, Xianjun couldn't sit still at this time, feeling his old face flustered with heat. Playing chess is small, but losing to a wife is a big deal. In terms of musical instruments, I can't play a piece with my wife. This game is still several levels behind my wife, which is really unreasonable.
Feng Yang was also a little taken aback. He has lived for nearly twenty years. Although he doesn't play chess many times, he has never won, so much so that he hated it for a long time. He didn't expect to win today
Feng Yang looked uncertainly at Xianjun who still had a faint smile on his lips: "You didn't let me do that?"
Xianjun smiled shamelessly: "How can you let my baby lose? Only when I win can I be happy, so my baby must win!"
It's as if it's true...
Feng Yang felt a little sweet in his heart, but also a little weird. He put away the chess piece and said "Oh": "Then you still play?"
Mr. Xianjun didn't even look at the chess pieces that are usually very precious. He said, "I can't play any more. It's humid outside now. Let's go inside!"
It was quite cold in the woods, so Feng Yang didn't object. He put away the chess pieces, went back to the house with Mo Ting and went to take a shower. Where there are dragons, there will never be a shortage of water, but where there are phoenixes, there is no need to worry about heating. As soon as the couple cooperated, a large bucket of hot bath water was ready. Feng Yang was not a cowardly character, so he took off his clothes, went into the bathtub, and sat down comfortably.
Mr. Xianjun couldn't take his eyes off him. After a while, he walked to the tub and pinched Feng Yang's nose lightly: "You wash first, I'll make some tea, and drink it to warm up when you come out later."
Feng Yang nodded.
Mr. Xianjun went to the kitchen and secretly began to grind his remaining three-leaf golden scales. After Feng Yang finished bathing, a bowl of hot "tea" was ready. Xianjun first took a soft bathrobe for Feng Yang to put on, and then handed this bowl of "tea" to Feng Yang's mouth.
Feng Yang took a sip without thinking. Since the color was teal, he didn't think of anything else at all. After drinking it, he really didn't feel cold at all, otherwise it would be a little cold when he just came out of the water, and what he dislikes the most every time he takes a bath is when he is out of the water.
In order not to be a light bulb, Hua Cheng went to the woods for a long time and came back. After witnessing the whole process, Hua Cheng tried hard to keep his mouth shut.
But soon, Feng Yang discovered something unusual.
His spiritual root began to recover rapidly. Obviously according to the previous progress, it may take some time for him to fully recover, but now, it seems that someone has injected a large amount of repair fluid into the crack of his spiritual root!
"You, what did you drink for me just now?" Feng Yang was anxious.
"Make tea with three-leaf golden scale powder." Mo Ting said, "How do you feel?"
"I..." Before Feng Yang finished speaking, two tubes of nosebleed came down. He felt his body getting hotter and hotter, so hot that he couldn't wear his clothes anymore! He has always been afraid of the cold but not the heat, but now, he wants to jump back into the water again!
"Don't worry, this situation is normal and it will pass soon." Seeing that he was suffering, Mo Ting quickly hugged him in his arms, and lowered his body temperature to make Feng Yang feel better.
Feng Yang felt a little cooler, and instinctively wanted to get closer. He wiped off the blood with the sleeve of his bathrobe, and eagerly put his hand into Mo Ting's skirt. Mo Ting's skin brought a chill to his palm, "Shua!", he simply tore Mr. Xianjun's clothes! Exposing a large and strong chest!
Mo Ting: "..."
The surprise came so suddenly that Xianjun was caught off guard!
Mo Ting hugged Feng Yang and brought him back to the bathroom. I don't know what kind of magic he cast, the bath water used by Feng Yang changed back to its original appearance. There are no bubbles in it, and there are fresh petals.
Except for Feng Yang's bathrobe, Mo Ting put him inside again, and then sat in himself.
Feng Yang was embraced by Mo Ting, his body was pressed against Mo Ting's chest, the cool feeling made him sigh comfortably.
But still not working!
"In such a hurry?" Mo Ting acted obediently even after getting a bargain, he knew exactly what Feng Yang wanted, but he just refused to do what Feng Yang wanted right away. He raised his neck to bear Feng Yang's kiss, and suppressed the desire to explode, "Why don't I blow it up for you?"
"Who said I want to know? What I want is you!" Feng Yang stared, with a thin layer of sweat hanging on his forehead, looking anxious and angry, "Will you give it? If not, I will go Find a cold pond!"
"Give it up! Ancestor! If you don't give it to me, I will suffocate myself." Mo Ting hugged Feng Yang even harder as he spoke, and merged with him...
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It was already two hours before the heat subsided completely. Feng Yang was wiped clean and lying on the bed, looking at the not even half tired Mo Ting Xianjun, his heart ached when he thought of the three-leaf golden scales that had been used up, so he said angrily: "Play another game of chess tomorrow! No! The kind that retains strength."
Mo Ting smiled dotingly: "Well, well, don't keep your strength."
Feng Yang closed his eyes, turned around and fell asleep.
Mo Ting patted him lightly to make sure he was asleep, so he quickly got up from the bed and went to the living room, calling softly: "Yanliu!"
After a while, Yanliu came out from the boundary gate: "Xianjun, what are your orders?"
Mo Ting asked him: "Who is the best chess player in the fairy world?"
Yan Liu said: "Then it is the emperor."
Mo Ting said: "Hurry up! Go to the Emperor's Hall!!!"