The door opened with a "huh", and the wind that came in from the balcony window gathered into a line, whizzing through the hall, several top-heavy empty cups on the coffee table fell down one after another, and the menu that was just opened turned over. , Opened to the article about homemade egg yolk crisps.
Sheng Lingyuan's coat slipped from one side, and before he could turn his head, a hand slid over his shoulder and closed the window without saying a word. With a loud noise, the door and window were blocked at the same time. The crosswind pinched its head from one side, then tailed from the other side, and came to an abrupt end. A red feather that was originally inserted in a vase flew around the room for a while, swirling and falling, just in time to land on Xuanji. on the shoulders.
The so-called "Suzaku God Bird" is also a kind of bird. Winged races are naturally obsessed with hues, so they are also born with gorgeous descriptions, especially when the family emblem between the eyebrows floats up, those eyebrows are almost breathtaking.
Wait, the family emblem between the eyebrows
In the monster clan, only big monsters with pure bloodlines have clan emblems, and they don't hang on their foreheads every day. They only show up when they are in danger or have big mood swings.
Sheng Lingyuan: "What's wrong?"
Going out to get a takeaway, who made him mad again
Xuan Ji put the takeaway on the small balcony table with a heavy face, but her hands were very gentle. She pulled up Sheng Lingyuan's coat that had slipped off halfway, and put it on gently: "I have something to tell you."
Sheng Lingyuan: "Huh?"
Xuan Ji rushed upstairs in a hurry, but when he met his gaze, the anger in his heart suddenly dissipated.
When Sheng Lingyuan looks at people, his eyes don't open very wide, but he doesn't let the eyelids "cover the pupils", which makes people feel that his eyes are just enough to pretend to be himself. His eyes never drift, and they are naturally warm His smile gave people the illusion that no matter what he said, what he did, or what kind of rubbish he was, he could get unconditional support and tolerance from him.
This beautiful illusion will last until the moment His Majesty wants to see you.
There are as many people who are shivering in the middle of the night, and there are as many people who are willing to go through fire and water for this look.
Xuan Ji stared at him for a long time, her heartbeat slowed down, and her senses rose.
This person stood before him alive, what more could he ask for? Human greed is really like weeds, which are burnt out by wild fire and sprout again when the wind blows. Xuan Ji laughed at herself and found that she had thought earlier, "As long as he looks at me", it didn't work out, and she turned around and was not satisfied.
"What am I going to do?" Xuan Ji thought to himself, "I'm fascinated by ghosts."
Sheng Lingyuan saw the family crest between his brows slowly fading away, as if he had done something wrong, he turned his head to avoid his sight: "No... that's what, I... that floor is high, don't blow the northwest wind at the window if it's okay." wind."
Back then, Lingyuan had been taking care of him, and it was his turn to take care of Lingyuan now.
That's enough, be content.
He clearly hated those who persecuted Lingyuan, how could he become as odious as them
"The meal is a little cold, I went to the fire." Xuan Ji said, hurriedly picked up the takeaway bag, turned around and went to the kitchen, after walking two steps, she remembered something, and took out a cup of milk tea from the bag, "Yes, Are you used to drinking this, I ordered no sugar... "
Sheng Lingyuan didn't pick it up, and over the milk tea cup, he pinched Xuan Ji's wrist, rubbed his fingers on the protruding wrist bone intentionally or unintentionally, pressed Xuan Ji's hand, and embraced him from behind, feeling the person in his arms Rigid to solid wood.
Alas, the clan emblem between the eyebrows is about to pop out again
Xuan Ji: "..."
Satisfied with a ball, this day can't be passed!
Sheng Lingyuan whispered softly in his ear: "Don't be afraid of me."
Xuan Ji turned around abruptly, pushed Sheng Lingyuan against the French window of the balcony.
However, when he was only a finger away from Sheng Lingyuan's lips, he forced himself to hold his trembling breath, and forced himself to stop, no longer approaching.
"Lingyuan," he closed his eyes and lowered his voice, "You know... what I mean to you, huh? You've seen it all."
As soon as these words came out, Xuan Ji's tense muscles gradually relaxed.
It seems that it is not difficult to say it.
For a moment, Xuan Ji vaguely regained the feeling of when he was young, when he dared to say anything to Sheng Lingyuan, if he said stupid, capricious, or unreasonable words, Lingyuan would never dislike him, so he had sufficient confidence. It's a big deal to quarrel, anyway, it will be fine after a while, no one can remember why they quarreled just now.
"I'm ignorant, and I have delusions of 'unrighteousness' towards you. It's my fault. But... heh," Xuan Ji gave a low laugh, and backed away half an inch, "It's been so many years, what kind of chronic disease? It doesn't affect my daily life anymore, and this little delusion is nothing, you don't have to worry about it. It's just that can you avoid some actions that make me sick? For example... "
His words ended in Sheng Lingyuan's light peck on his lips.
Sheng Lingyuan: "So?"
The bloodless hand of the big devil slid up his back, pinched the back of his neck, and pressed over: "It's still the same?"
His voice disappeared between the blending lips and teeth. This time, His Majesty was extremely gentle and patient, and he no longer had the kind of irritability that would cause people to interpret it differently.
What does it mean that the soul is trembling? Xuan Ji thought it was rhetoric before, but now he believes it, it really happened. It was as if he had been hit by a poisonous arrow in his chest, and the toxin spread all the way into his body along the heart veins. The special numbness made him lose control for a moment, as if this body was a borrowed shell, invulnerable to bullets and guns, and knew no pain or pain.
The plastic milk tea cup couldn't withstand the "invulnerability" grip, and he "popped" and exploded, splashing everywhere. Only then did Xuan Ji recover, and retreated half a step: "You..."
"I said the wrong thing." Sheng Lingyuan spoke one step ahead of him, and paused slightly. Sheng Lingyuan was like a drunk man who couldn't tell the north from the south, but his legs remembered the way home. She slid out with ease, "Chicken, brother Lingyuan said something wrong, don't be angry with me, okay?"
When the two of them were young, quarreling was a common occurrence, and neither of them would close their minds at that time. The other party knew what was going on in their minds, and it was much more efficient to quarrel than to talk to each other. It was all because of trivial matters, and the storm passed. They will soon be interrupted by the dangerous outside world, and they will naturally start to worry and comfort each other. Then things got a little more complicated as I got older. The "mature" boys learned the cold war—the cold war was basically initiated by Sheng Lingyuan, because the sword spirit was weak and unable to fight well.
By the time the sword spirit mastered blocking his thoughts, Sheng Lingyuan had really matured and didn't quarrel with him very much. When he left Dongchuan later, the crown of the emperor opened his heart to the size of the day and the ground. It can only arouse gentle ripples, and it is no longer so easy to make waves.
Occasionally, they would quarrel, and before they could get angry, they would die because of the sentence "Brother Lingyuan said something wrong".
Xuan Ji was stunned for a long time, his mind was noisy for a while, and there was no sound for a while, until he found that his body seemed to have some... uncommon changes.
This time the family crest between the eyebrows really jumped out, Xuan Ji responded with a "huh" indiscriminately, bent down quickly, and pretended to pack the milk tea.
The flame-colored family crest seems to be redder than usual, and it seems to spread all the way from the face to the neck. Xuan Ji dragged a handful of paper towels from the small table to wipe the floor, and wiped half of it. The snow-white paper towels reminded him of some bad associations, and he was almost out of breath.
When Xuan Ji coveted Sheng Lingyuan, it was all on the spiritual level - after all, he was only spiritual at that time. Suddenly falling on the "ground", Xuan Ji is like a new driver who has stepped on the accelerator for the first time, wishing he could put his foot on the brake.
In the embarrassment of being about to explode, he carefully glanced at Sheng Lingyuan, and thought guiltily, "Didn't you find it?"
Then he saw Sheng Lingyuan leaning against the window, licking the milk tea on his fingers.
Xuan Ji: "..."
Did this old ghost do it on purpose!
Sheng Lingyuan: "Didn't you say there was no sugar?"
Xuan Ji: "..."
he is the one!
Sheng Lingyuan laughed, took out a tissue, Xuan Ji thought he was going to wipe his hands, but saw him wipe the milk splash on the window sill, and then half-knelt down.
"Don't... Lingyuan, Your Majesty!" Xuan Ji was startled, and the address in his mouth was messed up, "Don't touch this, let me go..."
"I have abdicated for many years," Sheng Lingyuan interrupted him softly, "I am no longer the emperor, give me some time."
He once thought that if he was given another chance, even if his body was smashed to pieces, he would still keep his little sword spirit.
Now this opportunity really fell from the sky.
Not to mention Ping Chiyuan, even if the world collapses, he is willing to carry it once.
However, two minutes later, His Majesty, who was about to flatten Chiyuan, was still invited away.
"You'd better move, wait, change a pair of slippers... I have to wipe you before I finish wiping the floor."
Although His Majesty has abdicated for many years, it does take some time.