Sheng Lingyuan had a very long dream.
Generally speaking, unless it is a serious injury, a master will not fall into a deep sleep for too long. But I don't know if he is not familiar with the business of dreaming, or the magic energy that was emptied in the bronze cauldron has not been replenished. On this day, Sheng Lingyuan unexpectedly lost the Lingtai for a while, and spent half his life upside down in a chaotic dream.
There is no coherent plot, he vaguely knows that he is trapped in a chaotic dream, but for a moment it feels like he has returned to the last ten years of his reign, and he feels very cold. The cold air leaked out from the cracks in the bones, and the tip of his nose seemed to be lingering with the smell of the fire of Chiyuan. He couldn't help himself, his hands and feet were numb together, like a marionette, pushed to the edge of the billowing magma by the times again, and jumped again jump…
Sheng Lingyuan woke up suddenly, with shocking blood still remaining in his eyes, the bedside lamp, water cup, mirror, and glass windows around him were shattered by the turbulent magic energy at the same time, and the cold wind of midwinter poured into the room with a "huh".
Before he came back, he heard a "hiss" from someone next to him, and then his hair was pulled again—Xuan Ji didn't sleep well, so he covered himself with Sheng Lingyuan, and the quilt was pushed away by him, feeling wronged The ground clumps up at the foot of the bed. With a big bed, he wouldn't find a place to stay by himself, insisting on squeezing on others, half of Sheng Lingyuan's shoulder was crushed by him, and he lost consciousness, and his hair was so entangled with him... It was clearly neat and tidy, and I don't know how it was rubbed like this. No wonder I was cold and paralyzed in the dream.
Xuan Ji was awakened by the cold wind, and just moved, his hair was pulled back again. He raised his hand in a daze, and the shattered glass shards on the ground flew up, and blocked the window in a mess, closing the good glass window. Repaired like a kaleidoscope mirror, he hooked back the cool quilt with his feet, propped himself up, and shook off the long hair wrapped around his neck.
Sheng Lingyuan's three thousand black hair had nowhere to fall, so they slid into his pajamas like flowing water and passed over his chest. Xuan Ji suddenly shivered, shuddering up his back, and woke up.
It was already daylight, the street lamps were not off work yet, and people who wanted to avoid the morning rush hour were already on their way. The lights outside the window swept in through the cracks in the curtains that were blown aside by the wind. Different from the wind lanterns and candles in Sheng Lingyuan's memory, these lights It is more crisp, horizontal and vertical, without swaying or jumping. Although it is too dazzling for people to get used to, it sets off the fullness of this world.
Sheng Lingyuan was lost for a moment before his soul returned to his place, remembering when and where he was.
By the way, he's at...at home.
After Sheng Lingyuan recovered his body temperature and breathing, and was able to stay awake for a little longer, he would no longer live in a nursing home. The sanatorium was so quiet that it seemed that there were no fireworks in the world, and even the smog was not willing to drift here. It always reminded him of the empty and quiet Duling Palace. Sometimes he is very tolerant and doesn't care about anything, but when he thinks it's unnecessary or simply doesn't want to make do with it, the willfulness that is used to by the feudal monarchy emerges.
Said to leave immediately, without explaining why. Including Huang Ju, everyone was very nervous by him, Xuan Ji was not born last month, but this one was only last month to cheat the corpse. For the first time, everyone felt the live version of "Unpredictable King's Heart" - ask him anything, he will say yes, ask what needs to be improved, he will just say no - everything is very good, nothing needs to be changed, but just don't live here, even if he temporarily I couldn't even get up, so I had to sit in a wheelchair.
In the end, Xuan Ji made the final decision, saying that he was responsible for any dissatisfaction with His Majesty, and led Sheng Lingyuan back to Yong'an's small apartment under the worried eyes of a group of people.
Anyway, the general direction of Chi Yuan's affairs has been finalized, there will not be any important meetings in a short time, and it is not inconvenient for him to go there if he has something to do.
This small apartment is really a birdcage. There is not much room for a big bed in the bedroom. When you open the window, you can smell what the neighbor is having for dinner. A couple of resentful couples have moved in upstairs. They fight every day. Their ears are as sensitive as Sheng Lingyuan. The dog dog in married life understands it carefully.
But he still enjoyed it quite a bit.
Sheng Lingyuan wanted everything that was the opposite of Dixiang Duling—even if it was narrow, crowded, and noisy. In this way, when he wakes up in the middle of the night, he can see the slightly cracked ceiling for the first time, knowing that the past has turned over.
Xuan Ji felt that his breath was not stable, and reached out to touch it. As expected, he felt the cold sweat on his hand, and asked quickly, "What's wrong? What's wrong? Headache again?"
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to block the light coming in from the window, squinted his eyes, looked at him for a while as if he didn't know him, and then said slowly: "Well...it's nothing, I was surprised to see an unexpected visitor in the middle of the night, and I was shocked."
Xuan Ji's first reaction was: Who? where
The second reaction is: Fuck!
Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand to hook him back, and asked with a smile, "When did you sneak over?"
I asked this question because they had another quarrel the night before.
Strictly speaking, it was Xuanji himself who quarreled. His Majesty did not speak back for the sake of family harmony. Unexpectedly, the patriarch of Suzaku unilaterally turned himself into a flamingo, locked the door and lived in the study, and arranged for a big separation. Posture... although it only lasted half the night.
The cause of this half-night separation was still the mess in the bronze cauldron—
Sheng Lingyuan had to wipe his hands because of a lot of things. He accidentally showed his feet and pretended to be dead, but his heart rate and body temperature and his newly recovered breathing were not fake. He was like a broken battery board. "Charge for 24 hours, call Two minutes", going online and offline repeatedly, and going down several times, Xuan Ji's huge fire was also worn out by him. So half pushing the boat along the way, half deceiving himself and others, Xuan Ji accepted the explanation that "Sheng Lingyuan knew that Danli would have a chance to survive", and ignorantly exposed the matter.
Last night, Xuan Ji was cooking three dishes, and looked into the living room with her head. The local news was playing on the TV, and Sheng Lingyuan was lying in a wheelchair playing with her mobile phone.
It had been a while since the courier had been delivered, and when they returned home, a layer of dust had accumulated in the small black room wrapped in the weak electric well at the door. Your Majesty is very interested in this gadget. After installing the sim card, he has never put it down. He has been holding it in his hand for a day. I don't know if it is Xuan Ji's illusion. Sheng Lingyuan is holding the phone, and it seems that his energy is strong. few.
Xuan Ji was a little worried. The shaman tribe's character design that they can't eat fat has obviously collapsed because of the great abundance of food. Will the "diligence and self-discipline" that His Majesty left his name in history be vulnerable to the contemporary Internet
A big devil with Internet addiction... It sounds cute.
"Don't look at it, it hurts your eyes, look at me and take good care of it." Xuan Ji snapped her fingers, and the soup dishes flew onto the dining table by themselves. At the same time, Sheng Lingyuan's hands were empty, and the phone itself It rose into the sky and landed in Xuan Ji's hands.
"What are you playing? Playing so well..."
I saw that Sheng Lingyuan was neither playing games nor checking social media—he was practicing typing on his mobile phone.
The practice material is the news that is on the air. News programs generally speak at a slow pace, Mandarin is also standard, and they all have subtitles. Sheng Lingyuan hasn't learned pinyin yet, so he uses the stroke input method to type in any words he catches. In the beginning, because I was not familiar with the characters and the input method, they were basically garbled characters. After several pages of garbled characters, I started to have decent simplified characters, but because there were too many typos, I couldn’t see the meaning, until Xuanji took them away. When he was on the phone, he was already able to type out similar words, and at a glance, the words he captured were all keywords in the news. The whole article is an accurate and highly summarized shorthand. People who have not heard the program at all can take a look at this and get a general idea of what was broadcast just now.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Wrong, I knelt down, I shouldn't judge His Majesty with the heart of a salted fish and a scumbag.
"Isn't the game I played for you fun?"
Sheng Lingyuan stretched his shoulders and neck, and replied very veteranly: "It's too noisy, my eyes are dazzled, I'm beating and killing."
Xuan Ji: "You can play idle games, and it's fun to save things..."
Sheng Lingyuan glanced at him incredulously, and Xuan Ji somehow understood the meaning of his eye—you haven't even saved a chicken coop for thousands of years, and you save things in games every day, what kind of ambition is this
"...All right, move over to eat."
When I was setting my chopsticks, I heard a report on the evening news that an amusement park was overloaded, causing equipment failure, and several tourists were trapped on the Ferris wheel. Sheng Lingyuan's eyes were drawn away by the TV again, and the crowd of people queuing was shocked.
Xuan Ji said: "When the holidays are off, the amusement park has to become a queuing place—I thought you knew that, so you fooled me with the playground in the fantasy world where there is no queuing. Or someday I will take you to see it ?”
"No... Thank you for being sensitive," Sheng Lingyuan stared at the subtitles on the TV, habitually shifted his attention to the simplified characters and pronunciation, and said casually, "It's because I'm afraid you will leave regrets, not to fool..."
He didn't react until he had spoken, biting his own tongue, thinking: Not good.
The air was suddenly silent.
After a long while, the pair of chopsticks hanging in mid-air landed on the porcelain bowl with a crisp "clang".
Xuan Ji looked up from the dining table with sad eyes, and asked word by word: "Oh? Your Majesty, tell me, what regrets will I have left?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
Lying for too long, it must be what the TV commercial said... Insufficient blood supply to the brain.
"No... Hey, the official dialect has changed too much over the years, and it's really harder to learn than the witch man language..." Sheng Lingyuan was dumb for a moment, and coughed dryly, "That's not what I mean, you are overthinking. I mean prepare with both hands, just in case , in case I leave you with regrets..."
The couple upstairs seemed to be helping the battle. They didn't eat well at night, and another war broke out. A sentence came from the ceiling and the floor: "Then you are quite considerate!"
Sheng Lingyuan didn't need these background sounds to add fuel to the flames, so he raised his hand and shot a faint magic energy on the ceiling, wanting to hook a sound-proof spell, but before the weak magic energy left him, Xuan Ji pressed it back : "Still dying!"
Sheng Lingyuan opened his mouth.
"Stop pretending to be an international friend, you are fluent in Mandarin!" Xuan Ji pressed his wrist on the table, "You lead me into your illusion in the bronze tripod, and when you secretly draw out the magic energy from Chen Cang, at most you can guess you The reason why Mom is afraid of me, how do you know that there are still Danli's remaining thoughts in the statue?"
Sheng Lingyuan clasped his ten fingers without changing his face: "Guess, it's strange for Dan Li to let Meng Xia steal the Suzaku's remains, isn't it?"
Anyway, it’s all guesswork, and everything he says now is an afterthought. He said that he can guess one, and that he can guess ten, and no one else can refute it.
Sheng Lingyuan said: "Danli and I have been fighting for so many years, there is still a tacit understanding that goes without saying, you..."
Xuan Ji laughed back angrily: "Then, you and that old man have a good understanding, I think there must be no contradiction between the two of you living together!"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
It's true to say that, the only time he and Danli turned against each other was when they wanted to see each other and wanted you to die. Before that, everyone had always had a model master-student relationship.
After all, in his whole life, there is only such a place where he can talk but not think.
Xuan Ji: "I just said that you are so considerate to me all of a sudden, it must be nothing good. I have been with you for thirty years from 'Sword Spirit' to 'Dead Sword Spirit', and I have never seen you use any illusion on anyone. , if it wasn’t for putting all your eggs in one basket and leaving no retreat, how could you have the energy to play so many tricks? It must be because you never thought about getting out of the bronze cauldron!”
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
It's even justified.
Although he is a demon, he has received a very orthodox education since he was a child, and he followed the decent line of a famous family. When he finds out his background later, he is already the emperor, and there is no need for low-level tricks such as demon magic. At that time, the emperor asked him to work day and night. It can be said that he was "managing all kinds of opportunities every day, relentlessly cutting his desires."
Sheng Lingyuan decided to give up arguing and divert Xuan Ji's attention. He rubbed Xuan Ji's fingers for a while, and gently pulled the person towards him: "Xiao Ji said that because he thought I treated you badly before. Is it? Brother Lingyuan changed it, okay, in the future... "
His voice became more and more ambiguous and low, intentionally inaudible, and naturally focused on his lips and teeth, Xuan Ji looked down, and Sheng Lingyuan licked his lips lightly at the right time.
Xuan Ji's eyes dimmed, and her throat visibly slid.
Sheng Lingyuan: "Let the past go, look at me, don't you want to keep bringing up those unhappy things, huh?"
As he spoke, he raised his eyes lightly, and there was black mist in those eyes, like a pair of irreversible traps: "Xiaoji..."
At this moment, the couple fighting upstairs acted as if they were "translating" for him: "If you don't deal with a sentence, you can turn over the small stubble, are you interested?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
I really appreciate this brother!
Xuan Ji woke up suddenly, realized that she almost nodded just now, and at the same time, other changes had taken place in other parts of her body, she suddenly became angry from embarrassment, and pushed him away: "You have been pumped and fucked, don't stay Get up again, and still use illusions on me, you must be sick!"
Sheng Lingyuan: "..."
Turning around and leaving, he rolled into the study angrily, slammed the door, and before Sheng Lingyuan could blink, he rolled out again like a tsunami.
Only then did Sheng Lingyuan rub his nose: "Xiaoji, I really didn't..."
Before he could say anything, Xuan Ji picked off the bone of the grilled fish with a face as heavy as water and as fast as lightning, stuffed it under Sheng Lingyuan's nose, and curled it up again.
Sheng Lingyuan: "... use illusion."
His Majesty was "wronged" once in his life, and it was a brand-new life experience. It tasted strange. He ate it with the crispy and burnt fish skin. He ate half of it slowly, and then patted it on the fish skin. After thinking about the closed study door for a moment, I couldn't help but laugh.
Then I saw this "too empty" His Majesty got up quietly, cleaned up the dining table neatly, dipped in water and drew a circle of fresh-keeping charms next to the food, all in one go, without stagnation, after thinking about it, I changed a few more strokes, making the talisman look trembling and barely formed, and then I picked up my phone and went back to the room to rest, preparing to coax it tomorrow.
He suddenly felt that he had a lot of time, and there was no need to rush everything... But he didn't expect that some birds didn't even have half the temper.
After turning off the lights in the living room, Xuan Ji came out to pour water, and found that Sheng Lingyuan had put the refrigerator half a meter away and was not using it. He stared blankly at the very reluctant spell for half a minute, and suddenly realized that Lingyuan is actually not used to living here. He felt sore, soft and worried for a moment, so he couldn't help sneaking into the bedroom to have a look. Sure enough, he saw Sheng Lingyuan only occupied half of the bed, and he didn't disturb him when he went in. His brows were always slightly frowned, not the sleeping face of a dark sweet dream... It was the face that he had quietly accompanied in countless silent nights. He hugged him when he frowned, so in a strange way...
The hot air on Xuan Ji's body climbed from his back to his neck and ears, and he got up without saying a word, but was grabbed by Sheng Lingyuan.
"Xiaoji," he said, "the illusion in the bronze tripod is not something I thought of."
Xuan Ji kept a straight face: "Is that what you made up now?"
Sheng Lingyuan: "That's what I read from a miscellany when I was young."
Xuan Ji let out a "ha", feeling that His Majesty may not have woken up, and made up nonsense. Sheng Lingyuan didn't know that he was a devil when he was a child. Kind of heresy.
"I said Your Majesty, you really..."
"At that time, I thought, I am a mortal, what will Tong do in a hundred years? What will I do if I am young, helpless, lonely, and afraid?"
Xuan Ji was taken aback.
"So I want to leave something for you. It was changed by the spells of the Nightmare Clan. I want to give it to you when I am dying. I want to keep it in the sea of consciousness. Whatever you encounter during the day, you will dream at night, and the 'I' in the dream will come back again. Stay with you once... until you don't need me and forget about brother Lingyuan." Sheng Lingyuan opened his arms and said vaguely, "It's cold, come here and warm me up."
Xuan Ji was gently pulled by him, and fell back into his arms following his strength, silently listening to the sound of the heartbeat, slow but steady, much stronger than before.
"Lingyuan..."
"Hush—" Sheng Lingyuan put a finger against his lips, "Don't talk, let me hug you for a while, Xiaoji..."
His hand slipped into the hem of Xuan Ji's pajamas calmly, some light swept by in the distance, and then it went dark again, Sheng Lingyuan opened his eyes where Xuan Ji didn't pay attention, narrowed the corners of those particularly passionate eyes, and hooked Have a faint smile.
The bronze cauldron was busy fighting, and he had no time to pay attention to him. This brat was still kicking his nose and face in the illusion. If he didn't ask for it today, it would be a waste of His Majesty pretending to be lame for several days——
"Lingyuan," Xuan Ji said suddenly, "I want to ask you something."
Sheng Lingyuan let out a "hmm", sniffed his hair, and quietly pinched a secret in his hand.
Xuan Ji: "Aren't you so vain that you don't even get up, why did you destroy so many furniture in our house just now?"
While speaking, he grabbed Sheng Lingyuan's hand, Sheng Lingyuan's wrist tightened, and a fiery breath entangled him aggressively—although he didn't pretend to be so sick, after all, he was still recovering slowly, and he didn't come up in one breath. The magic energy on the hand formula suddenly vented, and Xuan Ji pressed it on the pillow.
"Pretending to be dead—" Xuan Ji gritted her teeth, showing a sinister smile, "Pretending to be sick, pretending to be lame, lying to me... several times."
"I see that your energy is recovering quite quickly, Your Majesty, it happens that everyone can't sleep, why don't you come and settle the score."