According to Dunyi's plan, the King of Guangling County held Ah Chan to sleep every night, so Ah Chan could see Ling Xiao sitting under the peach tree every night.
They are happy every time they meet.
Ling Xiao played the jade flute for Ah Chan, and Ah Chan planted radishes for Ling Xiao to eat. They chatted, chatted about the court, and also about the earth. Ling Xiao told Ah Chan the gossip about Heaven, Ah Chan told Ling Xiao an interesting story about the Rabbit clan, and the two often laughed out loud.
"You're so interesting." Ling Xiao said happily to Achan, "I used to live in Xuanyuan, and I was often the only one alone, and no one ever talked to me like this."
"But you have divine beasts, and Dun Yi is also good." Chan said.
Ling Xiao shook his head: "Dun Yi is a boring melon who likes to sleep. He refuses to walk the dog if I want to."
Chan couldn't help sympathizing, Ling Xiao was really a lonely god.
"Would you please leave here?" she said. "It's too lonely here. Queen Mother Dunyi and the others are all looking forward to your return."
When Ling Xiao heard this, his beautiful eyes were stained with sadness.
"I can't go out." He whispered, "I want to call spring." After that, he lowered his head and continued to play the jade flute, the tune was full of faint sadness.
Days passed, and it was already March. But the ground was still covered with snow, and it was all winter.
Both people and birds and beasts on the earth are in a panic. I heard that the emperor has personally paid homage to heaven and earth several times, praying for the release of spring.
The villa was also apprehensive.
Since the day he spoke, Chan has never been able to escape and dream of Ling Xiao again. After entering the second month, the King of Guangling County suddenly fell ill. He had a low-grade fever all day long and was bedridden.
His mother, Princess Huaiyang, was shocked when she heard the words, believing that this was a disaster caused by the breeding of animals in the small building, and immediately ordered the king's dog and the white rabbit to be beaten to death. But the strange thing is that when the servant came with a staff, the two little beasts had disappeared. The princess was even more certain that her son had fallen into a demon, and asked a Taoist priest to exorcise the ghost.
At night, the small building was dimly lit.
The waiter at the vigil was sitting beside the bed yawning, and suddenly, with a muffled sound in the back of his head, he fell down.
"Take it easy!" Chan glared at Dun Yi who was biting on a wooden stick.
"I know!" Dun Yi bit the servant's collar and dragged him aside, saying, "Hurry up, these servants change their value every hour! Grandpa's, without mana, is really useless, woo!"
Ah Chan didn't wait for his orders, and got into the quilt.
The Prince of Guangling County was pale, his lips moved slightly, and he seemed very uncomfortable.
Achan stretched out her paws, touched his face comfortingly, and then concentrated on her chest.
Clouds and smoke changed before my eyes, the snow on the ground was thicker than before, and the wind was blowing harder.
The flowers on the plum and peach trees were gone, and the jagged branches were like emaciated patients, wilting. The spring water has also frozen into ice, glowing with pale light.
But a whistle still came, scattered, but continued.
Ah Chan ran following the sound of the flute, and after a while, she suddenly saw Ling Xiao leaning against the trunk and playing the flute under a peach tree.
"Ling Xiao!" Chan ran over.
Ling Xiao raised his head when he heard the sound.
Chan was taken aback.
It was a sickly face, pale as snow. Ling Xiao's head was leaning back weakly, but he still insisted on playing the flute, which was weak and strong against the whistling wind.
"Ling Xiao! You..." Achan held his hand and suddenly felt a biting cold. "Achan." Ling Xiao smiled, bitter and weak, "You shouldn't be here."
Achan wiped the tears from her face: "If I don't come, who else will come, Ling Xiao, you will die if you go on like this."
Ling Xiao looked at the jade flute in his hand and shook his head: "Achan, I can't leave, do you know why?" He then lifted the robe.
Anchan looked down and opened her eyes immediately.
His legs were frozen as ice, hard as rock.
Ling Xiao smiled bitterly: "Since I came here, my legs have been frozen, and now the cold air has risen to my chest, it will not take long for my whole body to freeze."
"Is it Xuan Ming's cold poison?" A Chan asked in a trembling voice.
Ling Xiao didn't answer, his smile was pale and transparent, "Achan, hurry up, when I can't play the jade flute, even you won't be able to get out."
Chan pondered for a while, then said softly, "I'll melt it away."
"No!" Ling Xiao's expression changed suddenly, just as he was about to push her away, Achan had already put both hands on his lap. Xuan Ming's cold air penetrated like a blunt blade, and Achan almost twitched in pain.
"Achan!" Ling Xiao shouted violently and broke her hand, but Achan didn't move.
"No! I'm going to take you away!" Chan also shouted to him, and the whole body glowed with light, steaming like a flame.
In an instant, the heat came in bursts, Ling Xiao's legs began to feel numb, and on the peach tree behind him, the ice and snow began to melt, and a young leaf was pulled out from the branch, shaking off the ice crystals on it.
Ling Xiao's hands trembled slightly, and he couldn't push Ah Chan any longer.
Ah Chan is emitting a thousand-year-old mana to fight against Xuan Ming's cold poison for him.
Tears poured out of Ling Xiao's eyes and fell on the snow, clearing the traces.
"Ling Xiao... playing the flute... playing the flute!" Chan gasped, her face turning pale.
Ling Xiao endured his sadness and put the jade flute between his lips.
In the whistling cold wind, the sound of the flute was like a sharp blade, cutting through the ice. At the end of the flute, Achan's voice was like a spring spring: "Ling Xiao... I haven't eaten the radishes on the hanging garden. If you want to eat radishes in the future, plant some on the hanging garden, okay?"