The wounded in Lingyun Pavilion sit in the hall to rest and queue. On the inside of the folded gold screen painted with falling plum carvings, a small medicine boy picks up medicinal herbs in the medicine cabinet, and plumes of green smoke rise from the medicine stove. Wandering around the hall, the crisp sound of the collision of jade stones and the subtle footsteps were mixed together, and a slender woman with a light white gauze appeared outside the half-open door, her five fingers with rounded and pale pink fingers were slightly bent and opened. After seeing the flowing bead ornament hanging on the door, the slender jade hand rolled up the bamboo curtain and bent in.
The little medicine boy pounded medicine in the stone jar with a pestle and mortar, and said with a smile, "Master Bai, you're done."
Xuanluo sighed and threw the blood-stained blade into the charcoal fire under the stove to burn. She sat next to a bronze mirror and gently took off the veil, looking at the half of the mirror's curse mark faded. Little, save a life, her merit book has another record.
The curse marks Ji Yuekong left in those days did not completely harm her. Her demonic nature was unstoppable, and she suppressed her nature by accumulating merit all the year round to make herself live like an ordinary person, but the demon-subduing spell greatly controlled her demonic nature , In addition to this imperfect face and the two different personalities presented by the division of the demon, she would like to thank the master of Yanyuezhai who hated her deeply.
The little medicine boy poured the pounded medicine into the medicine stove, added some water, and suddenly said: "On weekdays, there will always be a beautiful girl beside Bai Shenyi at this time, today is Qixi Festival, this girl is chasing after you. It has always been tight, and now there is no movement."
As soon as the little drug boy mentioned Lin Qianshuang, the girl's hearty smile appeared in her mind, as well as her clinging skills. No matter what kind of stinky face she put on, the girl seemed to be from the desert. Populus euphratica, full of vitality, can not be stifled, nor can it be thrown away.
"Your Highness, this is the newly developed plum wine in the restaurant. I tried it and it tastes good, so I brought you some."
The girl held the sweet-scented osmanthus cake wrapped in oil paper in her hand, and looked at her with the wine in her hand, and there seemed to be stars twinkling in her eyes.
"His Royal Highness, is your hand okay? The wound seems to be serious. Let me bandage the remaining patients."
The girl grabbed her hand worriedly, and when she was in a hurry to get the medicine, she accidentally bumped into the chair and almost fell. Her frantic and confused appearance made her inexplicably cute.
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Inadvertently, many scenes of the two of them being alone flashed across her mind.
After that, she remembered the smooth body in the temple and the wonderful taste that her lips and tongues touched on that night five years ago that made her reminisce.
The chaotic breathing in her ears, the beating heartbeat because of her, the blushing and shy face because of her, her reaction made her feel cute and a little... delicious.
When Xuanluo returned to his senses, his expression was subtle, as if someone noticed what was in his heart, and he was a little angry, "Little ginseng, don't mention that annoying essence to me, if I'm in a bad mood, I'll treat you as a medicinal herb. Boiled."
The small blade, which was heated by the charcoal fire, flew along with the trend, and was slanted on the table that was less than an inch away from the medicine boy's medicine jar.
The little medicine boy shuddered, and hurriedly bowed his head, as if to apologize to the demon emperor, and then he continued to decoct and distribute the medicinal materials.
Xuan Luo scolded the little medicine boy, but felt a little disappointed in his heart, as if something was missing. This clingy little devil Xiu was always diligent, but on such a meaningful day, he disappeared.
She patted her hand lightly, and the shadow guards who were hiding in the shadows all knelt on the ground, and the maids served her from all around and put on the Tianhu spirit robes that showed their noble status.
On the day of the worship of ten thousand demons, Xuan Luoqing chose Ye Linglong from the Demon Domain as a tribute, and even secretly orally appointed her as the candidate of the Demon Empress, which annoyed the Feng Yu family in the Demon Domain. In order to stabilize the situation, she chose the Nanhai Shazhu as the tribute. The gift was given to the patriarch of the Fengyu clan.
On the day of Qixi Festival, it was the birthday of the Fengyu family, and the patriarch Fengyu invited her to go this time.
Xuanluo Qing vaguely hoped that Ye Linglong would go with her, but the girl dropped the chain at the critical moment, and she didn't even see a person.
She put on the silver ornaments between her temples in front of the bronze mirror. The blurred mirror was printed with her strange face. When she turned her eyes, she saw a woman in white took the maid's hairbrush, and her hand gently shuttled. In her hair, she carefully braided her hair along the strands of her hair.
For some unknown reason, there was a hint of joy in her heart, and her empty heart was surrounded by a current that was as sweet as candied fruit.
Xuan Luoqing's face did not reveal it, she pinched the woman in white by the wrist, and said in a cold tone: "It's so late, I'm not short of manpower here, Miss Qianyu, you can go back."
"Qingqing, I came so late, so are you unhappy?"
Lin Qianshuang walked into the door and saw the group of maids tidying up Xuan Luo's appearance. With such a big show, he didn't know what important occasion the Demon Emperor was going to attend.
"You still know how to come back."
Xuan Luoqing abruptly stood up and turned around, three thousand silver threads swirl like the moonlight, the silver ornaments and jade hairpins touched each other, and the broad sleeves were flying, the majesty of the emperor burst out in an instant.
Lin Qianshuang's face stiffened, she scratched her head, and smiled embarrassedly: "I was temporarily stopped by a few passers-by. I rushed over after I finished it, but it was still too late."
"Hmph, don't you know that your curse mark occurs and will kill you at any time?"
Xuan Luoqing's beautiful brows were like mountains and rivers and flew into her temples. When she saw Lin Qianshuang's pale complexion, the outline of her cold and charming face was slightly soft. , leaned up again, and the trailing tail turned to the ground layer by layer, like a blossoming magnolia with a cold fragrance.
She pressed close to the tip of her nose, facing her eyes, and the breath from her red lips fell on her lips.
Lin Qianshuang moved her body back a few times, looking at the face that she could not avoid, she deliberately said: "Qingqing, you are so concerned and worried about me, is it because you are in love with me, that highness? Are you ready to give your heart to your subordinates?"
Xuanluo looked at Lin Qianshuang's face for a few seconds, and then suddenly laughed with a trembling flair, her hand pulled Lin Qianshuang's chin up, forcing her to look at her face and said: " Mu Qianyu, you are still as arrogant and arrogant as you were five years ago. With your appearance, how could this seat be tempted by you."
Lin Qianshuang watched Xuan Luoqing's sense of oppression disappear from his body, heaved a sigh of relief, and sat cross-legged on the bamboo slump.
Xuan Luo sat beside her, and also entered into meditation. A demonic force was injected into the spiritual acupuncture point of her back, and two spiritual currents revolved around the two of them. Two-phase dual cultivation ball.
"You have someone else's breath on you, have you made out with someone else?"
In the Sea of Divine Consciousness, the nine-tailed white fox that Xuan Luoqing had transformed into was lying beside Lin Qianshuang's feet, those blood-red spiritual eyes opened in a blink of an eye, and asked.
Lin Qianshuang wiped her mouth, her eyes seemed to think of something slightly unpleasant, and said, "It's a joke between the same family, but it's just too much, and we're also quite embarrassed."
The nine-tailed spirit fox's tail wrapped around Lin Qianshuang's body, as if to wrap her into a zongzi, and slapped her small paws on top of her head, and said leisurely, "I don't like other people's breath left on you. On her body, no matter whether it is male or female, you have to remember it. Then you will find that the person will chop her into minced meat, grind her bones into fragrant powder, and make wax oil for you. If you like the taste, you can order it every day. Smell the candle."
Lin Qianshuang was slapped on the Tianling cover by the fox's claws, but she felt a terrifying coolness drenching her head to the ground, making her soul tremble.
The white fox nestled on her thigh tenderly, but with murderous aura, her soft fur seemed to be pricked with thorns, and she unconsciously panicked in her heart.
Lin Qianshuang has no doubts, Xuan Luoqing will do what she says.
This kind of terrifying occupancy is really the same as those few.
But thinking of this, her tense face was pale, and she smiled.
"What are you laughing at, what's so funny?"
The white fox looked at Lin Qianshuang in a puzzled way. Her coercion was beyond what ordinary cultivators could bear, but the little demon cultivator in front of her was not only not nervous, but also smiled relaxedly.
Lin Qianshuang hugged the white fox in her arms, ignoring that it looked at her with "you are arrogant" eyes, she slowly combed the fox's fur, and said softly: "Your Highness will say this, and he must care about me, although The way of expressing it is wrong, but when I think that His Highness has me in his heart, I am very happy."
The white fox struggled a few times in dissatisfaction, but became quiet when he heard her words, his two pointed furry ears trembled, and those crystal red eyes stared without blinking, tilting his head. look at her.
"Qingqing, don't worry, since I choose to be with you, my determination will not change until this body decays."
Lin Qianshuang stroked Xuan Luoqing's face, stared at it for a few seconds, and looked at the vast sea of stars in the sea of consciousness.
She didn't know how to make a girl feel loved.
Ye Linglong died a long time ago, and her parasitism was just a forced life extension. On her short birthday, her mission to get the Red Tears Ring was destined to fail Xuan Luoqing.
She can only pay attention to her silently in her own way, so that in the days of her long life, the dull and boring days of her life will be injected with different fresh blood, and she will live a novel and pleasant life.
It was her only short-lived way of giving her love.
In her sleep, Lin Qianshuang was tossing her clothes over and over again. She was woken up with sleepy eyes and pushed to the bronze mirror. Three or four maids helped her clean her temples.
"Girl, you are really drowsy this time. Your Highness has been away for two days. Before leaving, you ordered us to dress up for the Fengyu clan's birthday banquet, and told you not to lose her face."
Lin Qianshuang looked at the bronze mirror, the abrupt hickey on her collarbone, her eyes darkened for a moment, the corners of her lips raised, and she said that she didn't like her. She didn't remember that the double cultivation method they always used still needed to be kept. Such an ambiguous imprint.