Okay, at least, he still has me in his heart. Thinking of Feng Ziqing, I should also be thankful. That kind of encounter is not me. If it were me, I would really not have the face to live in the world again. Alas, it is not easy , In the past and the past, I still have little foxes and others who are reluctant to let go, so I should be glad, but I should completely let go of the idea of having someone next to my pillow, spending my life together, and talking about family affairs together.
Thinking about it, it was bad luck, as soon as we walked out of the dormitory, we were targeted by the little demon, and when the three-pointed spear was fired, fortunately, I managed to dodge it, otherwise, I would have been in hell by now.
The little demon stopped attacking again, a little confused: "Master Feng? Isn't he already dead? Did I see the devil?"
God really treated me kindly, so I followed Feng Ziqing's indifferent appearance: "Where is Qing Heng? Take me to see him."
As soon as that little demon heard me mention Qing Heng, he guessed that I had come back from the dead, so he obeyed without any doubts, and walked ahead to lead the way. I secretly rejoiced, but fortunately, I looked exactly like Feng Ziqing, Otherwise, this was what the flower god said. If I fight with the little demon, I will have to run away...
The battle between the fairy and the demon was chaotic, and there were little demon corpses lying around. It is estimated that the immortal family had no mortal body. If it was injured in a vital point, it would definitely end up in a disastrous end. It was really dangerous.
I sighed secretly, and before I knew it, I had already walked into a camp. Qing Heng was in the tent, and was burying his head and frowning slightly, discussing something with the people beside him. I guess, how to reduce the loss The soldiers attacked the fairyland.
The little demon stepped forward and cupped his hands respectfully: "My lord, Lord Feng is here!"
As soon as this sentence fell, Qing Heng's figure was shocked, he raised his head and stared at me with a pair of peach blossom eyes without blinking, and the person beside him was also staring at me, just different from the joy in Qing Heng's eyes, that In the eyes, there is only hatred.
Sure enough—"Feng Ziqing! Isn't it enough that you have harmed the king? What are you doing here again?!"
The man made a hideous face out of anger, I felt ashamed when I heard it, but it wasn't Feng Ziqing's actions that I was ashamed of, my sentimental temperament must have hurt others, and I fell in love with Si Ran That's all, I shouldn't, I shouldn't, I shouldn't have fallen in love with Qingheng Fengyin, although... I don't know if this love is just my wishful thinking, after all, the sword in that life was pierced without any affection at all. Words, the words that are accidentally heard, are also unfeeling that hurt people's hearts.
However, to be ashamed is to be ashamed, no matter what happened, I am still ashamed of Qing Heng.
It was only later that I felt less ashamed, and he yelled at the person beside him angrily. After the person was unwilling to shut up, he turned to me and called softly, "Ziqing." That tenderness was full, but it's a pity , not towards me.
I coughed twice to hide my uneasiness, and said: "Qing Heng, this fairy fight...can you stop? Uh... Let's talk together, wish?"
Uh... I usually don't like to talk too much, and I only act recklessly, but now, it's embarrassing, and it seems that no matter what I say, it's not good.
Sure enough——Qing Heng's face darkened: "Ziqing... You came here for this purpose? You really can do anything for Feng Yin, then... If I agree with you, let's stop now and let you Follow me, are you willing?"
"Your Majesty!" The person on the side stopped me, staring at me and gnashing his teeth, guessing that he wanted to hum and eat me up, lest I say more.
Qing Heng waved his hand to signal him to shut up, those eyes kept staring at me, which made me flustered, and finally sighed: "I wish."
After a word, Qing Heng's complexion turns white and turns dark, I laugh at him, but just look at me, I only hope that he can really withdraw his troops, so as not to hurt Feng Yin.
He got up and walked in front of me, his face was the same as before, with a faint fragrance from before, not changed at all, but he also changed, changed in a place I couldn't tell, so I couldn't recognize him.
"In that case, Ziqing, if I let you hand over this body to me right now, would you like it?" He walked up to me, holding the sword in his hand and gradually drew out the scabbard, the cold light of the sword was dazzling. Cold, a pair of peach eyes looking at me, half a smile.
At the moment, I was in a lot of mood, and then I saw him handing a sword in front of me, still smiling like that: "You... wish?"
I was taken aback for a moment, then smiled: "I wish!"
Alas, the only way is that I have such a cheap life, I really deserve to throw it away, even if I die, it is a good thing to stop this dispute between immortals and demons.
So, I hold the sword in my hand, the cold light from the sword shines into my eyes, it flashes by, and I can see clearly quickly.
He was panicked and at a loss, so I had no choice but to pull my lips and force a smile.
I'm really sorry, if I want this shell, I have to die first, and the sword you gave me, Qing Heng, will definitely hurt this body, so it's not me who left such a big hole in my heart original intention.
It seems that I just remembered now that Feng Ziqing's soul dissipated when self-awareness was restored, but Qing Heng is a demon king, and he has a great ability to find that ray of soul, and then bring the dead back to life.
My eyes were a little blurry, accompanied by severe pain in my heart and bloody smell, I lost the strength to stand up, and fell down, next to the icy ground, bitingly cold.
Vaguely, Qing Heng stood there blankly, at a loss, and vaguely as if, I said: "Qing Heng... remember, you promised me..."
He came back to his senses, and for some reason, his words trembled: "Okay..." Guessing that he would see Feng Ziqing again, he couldn't stop his joy.
So... it's considered complete.
I moved the corners of my lips, but lost the strength to pull them up, and slowly closed my eyes.
My consciousness drifted away, and I suddenly remembered the words of the flower god, but now it seems that I am afraid that I will never be able to fulfill his wish again in my life.
One hundred and fifty-six extra chapters
[one]
In the depths of winter, flakes of snow fluttered and fell around the imperial city, covering the imperial city with a layer of snow. Naturally, the Prince Jin Mansion was no exception.
I wore a fox fur coat on my body, but it was still very cold, so I warmed up a pot of wine, drank the warm wine to warm myself, and coughed a few times from time to time.
I still remember that I should have lost my soul that day, but I don't know what Qing Heng did to put my soul on the body of such a prince who is not far from death, this sick body is really uncomfortable.
The attendant at the side is named Zizhu, looks handsome, and is only fourteen or sixteen years old. Seeing me warming up the wine and taking a few sips, he quickly snatched the wine away, looked at me with some strangeness, and complained : "My lord, don't drink any more, didn't the doctor say that yesterday, why did you forget?"
I pursed my lips and smiled, but it was hard to answer, I just put my eyes on the wine, and I was still thinking about how to grab the wine to warm my body.
Zizhu said: "My lord, it's snowing."
According to Yan, I looked out of the window and saw the patches of white snow, only to feel panicked from the cold, so I simply closed the door to prevent the cold wind from penetrating through the door and window, biting my bones.
Zizhu said again: "My lord, that man is here again."
I raised my eyebrows, in Zi Zhu's words he was referring to Qing Heng, the king of the demon world, I really don't understand, Qing Heng gave my body to Feng Ziqing and that's all, why are you pestering me
What can I say, I really don't want to part with me, but I really want to understand, this love has nothing to do with me, and now I just want to live this life with this body, peacefully, how wonderful!
It's just that that person is stubborn and won't allow me to be clean—"My lord, the little one refuses to let him go back, and he still kneels outside the mansion, saying that if you don't go out to see him, he won't be able to kneel for a long time."
After a moment of silence, I turned my head to the window sill, and I could vaguely see through the thin paper on the edge of the carved window.
After a lot of thought, I only sighed, and then I raised my hand and gathered the fox fur, got up and walked outside the gate of the mansion, the man really did what Zizhu said, kneeling on the ground, wearing only a single piece of clothing that was not too thick Outside, the exposed neck and cheeks were covered with white snow, which made the face slightly flushed, which was extremely unnatural.
"Qing Heng, how long are you going to kneel?"
Zizhu held an oil-paper umbrella in his hand to cover the snow for me, I took the umbrella and covered the snow for Qingheng, and then waved my hand to signal Zizhu to go down.
"Ziqing, I know I was wrong, can you... forgive me?" Those peach eyes were flushed with a flush that didn't match his status, presumably it was because he had been kneeling here for a long time.
But for his words, I can only chuckle: "Demon King, how could you be wrong, alas, get up quickly, your kneeling really broke me."
I stretched out my hand, but he avoided me, and only those peach blossom eyes looked at me fixedly. There was a deep pool in those eyes, whether it was clear or not, I couldn't see through it, it didn't matter. He should be someone who has nothing to do with him, how can he hope to understand everything about him, right
"Ziqing, what I did that day, I just..." Qing Heng paused and sighed, "That day was really not my intention, Ziqing... If you don't forgive me and go back to the demon world with me, I won't be able to kneel down. "
The words were decisive, and I was helpless to hear them, and couldn't help but reach out and rub my forehead.
Back to the demon world? What a joke, how long can I live as a sick mortal in the demon world
"Qingheng, I think I have paid off what I should have paid back. I don't owe you anything right now. Of course, you don't owe me anything. We've settled the matter, and you have nothing to do with each other. You should also be your demon king." , take care of the demon world, why do you have to kneel here, right?"
Qing Heng seemed to have never heard of it, and the expression in his peach blossom eyes was unwavering: "Ziqing, even if I don't return to the demon world, I passed the throne to Qingxuan, and I am no longer the demon king. Speaking of which, I am no longer homeless." Gui, Ziqing, are you willing to take me in?" Following the words, those eyes wavered and were firm, and there was a bit of tenderness and pitifulness in them. From my point of view, if I didn't take him in, he would really be here I can't afford to kneel for a long time.
I twitched the corner of my mouth, I don't want to know why Qingxuan is still alive, but I just think according to what he said, it is also taken in, if it is really taken in, where can I find my pure life
"Cough... Qing Heng, it's not right for you to do this, Feng Ziqing, you saved your life, do you really want to leave it alone?" With a smile, he handed the umbrella to Qing Heng, Qing Heng took it in a daze, and I said again, "So , Qing Heng, you go back."
Without waiting for his reply, I turned around and walked towards the mansion. Pieces of white snow flew down from the sky, landed on my face, melted into my eyes, a bit awkward and helpless.
This snow is really cold. Thinking of this, I tightened my fox fur and covered my lips, coughing a few times, which made me blush and feel very uncomfortable.
He seemed to have come to his senses just now, got up straight, walked quickly in front of me, blocked the way before he said: "Ziqing...Ziqing only cares about Qingxuan, now that Qingxuan repents, he is willing to be with Qingxuan, Let it go, I... I... "
Qing Heng hesitated, not sure what to say, I sighed and interrupted his words: "You like Feng Ziqing, I know it very well, alas, there is no need to say more, just go back."
Once the words were settled, I wanted to avoid him, but he pulled my arm and couldn't move. He said, "Ziqing, I like you!"
Those peach blossom eyes were full of sincerity, I stared blankly, the corners of my mouth moved up and down slightly, and I couldn't help but smile bitterly—do you like me? Is it true? If it's true, that's great, if it's false, I'm afraid I don't even want to live this life anymore.
So, I stretched out my arms, gathered the fox fur, wiped off a few pieces of white snow and walked straight into the mansion.
Qing Heng stood blankly behind me, and as soon as my left foot stepped into the gate of the mansion, he said from behind: "Ziqing, are you... willing to take me in?"
The white snow in the sky is getting bigger and bigger. Looking at the momentum, it seems that it will fall for a long time. I hold my hands and breathe lightly, which is a little warm.
"It's cold, come in, I can't bear it if it freezes."
Between the words, there was a slight smile on his face, everyone could know that Qing Heng was a demon king, how could he be frozen to death by this mere little snow? What I said was just to give myself a reason to keep him.
What I said to see through the word "love" is just duplicity. Such absurd behavior is just to leave a thought for myself in this world. It doesn't matter what he thinks. At least there is still a gentle smile on that face. ... It is enough that I can get this perhaps false affection.
Alas... I am really selfish.
"Ziqing..." Guessing it was when I was in a trance, Qing Heng had already walked side by side with me, tilting his head slightly, hesitant to speak, and the warmth of the two words he whispered spread all over my face, warm and warm. Hot, straight to warm people's hearts.
I looked at him, and when my eyes met, my old face was still blushing unconsciously, I laughed dryly, opened my mouth, and was just about to say something, when I heard a soft call from a place not far away—— "Uncle~"
I raised my hand to press the forehead that was throbbing with the sound, not knowing how to react now.
As soon as he turned his head, he saw Feng Yin trotted over dressed in purple clothes, with a smile on his face, his lips were slightly parted, and he still uttered the sound of uncle, so kind and happy.
Although he is very happy, I feel that one head and two are big. I don't know if one is having a good time today, or if Feng Yin has gone crazy, no matter what, now I just feel that everything is not good, rubbing Rubbing between my brows, I forced myself to calm down, and smiled back with a smug face.
Seeing Feng Yin, she froze in place, and I said softly again: "Feng Yin, how are you doing these days?" I moved slowly and imperceptibly.
Feng Yin replied with a smile: "It's okay." Very happy.
"It's fine, heh... hehe... It's fine..." I laughed dryly, and with the strength I didn't know, I ran into the mansion with my legs, and raised my voice while running: "Zizhu! Shut the door quickly, don't let the They come in!"
It's just — it's too late...
[two]
In the underworld, a person is walking on the bridge alone, with dark clothes and black hair, with a cold look on his face that does not want to get close to others, a pair of dark eyes on his handsome face are as calm as stagnant water, staring straight at the red lotus on the River of Forgetfulness In a trance, without saying a word.
The little ghosts seem to be used to this kind of scene, they don't look sideways, or ignore it, only two or three new ghosts will gather and talk about who the man on the bridge is, why black and white impermanence respect him, But this discussion, although there are many arguments, is fruitless.
The wind blows willow catkins, and the red lotus in the water is shaken by the dark wind. The man standing on the bridge with his hands behind his back has some waves in his eyes.
Looking closely, Wangchuan in those eyes reflected two people, one was him, and the other was dressed in lavender, with jet-black hair, holding an oiled paper umbrella painted with peach blossoms in his hand, those pair of Danfeng's eyes were half-opened, a little indifferent, and she looked at the lake like the man in black.
"Yan Jun." The man in white called softly, raised an umbrella to cover the man's head, and prevented the willow leaves flying around from falling on the man's hair.
While calling softly, Yan Wang's lips showed a doting smile, and he said: "Gu Luan, you are finally back."
Gu Luan still looks at the red lotus on the river of forgetfulness, and doesn't answer.
Yan Wang didn't care, he smiled and said: "Gu Luan, have you seen him?"
Gu Luan still didn't answer, just lowered his eyes, looking a little sad.
"So, are you giving up?"
Gu Luan raised her eyes, her red and phoenix eyes were floating, she didn't know what she was looking at, or she didn't see anything at all.
"Give up...how can I not give up? I pretended to be Ziwei, to know his true heart, but I never imagined that he has no self in his heart after all." In the words, he kept his eyes again, "Yan Jun, I can't match that mortal. Is it?"
After saying that, Hades frowned: "You are you, he is him, how can you compare with him?"
Gu Luan remained silent, her eyes were full of loneliness.
The King of Hades couldn't bear it, sighed, and softened his voice: "You can't force your mind, just like me and you, Gu Luan, you should understand my mind, shouldn't you?"
As soon as Yan Wang finished speaking, Gu Luan didn't answer any more, and the little ghosts around had almost left. On this empty Naihe Bridge, one ghost and one fairy had different moods, and they were all people who couldn't agree with each other.
For a long time, the wind stopped and the willows were still, and the red lotus in the River of Forgetfulness also stopped turbulent, and Gu Luan, who was dressed in purple, had a relieved smile on his lips.
"I... let it go, Yan Jun, tell me, should I grasp the mind that is within reach right now?"
As the words fell, Hades was overjoyed, his face was slightly stunned, he didn't know what his expression should be at the moment, the hands behind his back were clenched even tighter, facing Gu Luan, even a word of expressing his heart was hard to say. exit.
It took about a cup of tea, but Gu Luan couldn't wait to answer, so he raised his hand to put away the oil-paper umbrella, turned around and left, seeing that the King of Hades was in a hurry, he stammered and completely ruined the desolate and lonely king's appearance-"Gu Luan ... Gu Luan, you... where are you going?"
Gu Luan on the other side of the Naihe Bridge raised his lips slightly: "Go back to the fairyland," paused, and then said, "My residence is very deserted, and Emperor Ziwei may have to go back to his residence in the past few days, so it's inconvenient for me." If you stay any longer, you have to pack up your luggage and move here to live in your underworld for a while, won’t Yan Jun allow it?”
Yan Wang was overjoyed and exhaled deeply: "Naturally allowed, Gu Luan, shall I go with you?"
"good."
[three]
demon world. Demon King's bedroom...
"Ziqing. Open the door. Ziqing. You said something. Ziqing. You really misunderstood. It's not what you saw. Ziqing. You and I got together after a lot of trouble. How could we be like this now?" Like. Ziqing. Can you listen to my explanation, Ziqing..."
Qingxuan outside the hall door patted the door while talking endlessly. The end is a posture of immortality. And inside the door. Feng Ziqing sat beside the bed quietly. His face was frosty. Also a little bit annoyed. It doesn't mean to talk to outsiders.
Misunderstand. A few days ago, the Fox King had come to his door. Also stay in the main house. Qing Xuan treats each other tenderly. That is a misunderstanding. He, Feng Ziqing, would never believe it.
previously. Qing Heng didn't know which method to use to wake him up. After waking up, he ignored the previous suspicions. Still follow Qing Xuan. What a dream. Yesterday's oath is still in my ears. The man has changed his mind. Still unwilling to admit it.
So is he. Really stupid tight. He clearly knew what kind of person Qingxuan was. But he still imagined that Qingxuan would hand over his sincerity to him. And treat him well. well. I'm afraid that Qingxuan's previous friendship all came from repentance towards him. It's just that Qingxuan was wrong. Misunderstanding this regret as love. That's why such absurd things as the present happened.
ridiculous. It's ridiculous...
Think about it. Feng Ziqing got up. Find a piece of square cloth. Packed some of my clothes. The four corners are tied together in a knot. He took it in his hand and went out the door.
This door opens. Qing Xuan outside the door was naturally happy. It's just that the color of joy has not yet come to the brow. His eyes fell on the burden and his face was weeping.
"Ziqing. Where are you going? I won't let you go." The majestic master of the demon world. At this moment, both hands were stretched out from behind Feng Ziqing, grasping the burden tightly and not letting go. There was an aggrieved look on that face. Like a child. If it is seen by the little demon. It is estimated that we should gather in threes and fives. I am amazed.
Feng Ziqing's eyes were full of indifference. "If the demon king likes this burden, just take it." He wanted to let go of the burden in his hand.
Qing Xuan heard the words. Withdraw your hand. No baggage. Instead, he hugged the person backhanded. Eyes open with anticipation. Xu was waiting for Feng Ziqing to change his words. Say yes... If the demon king likes this person. Just take it.
Of course. I want to go back to thinking. The truth is another story.
Feng Ziqing raised her eyebrows: "Demon King, I, Feng Ziqing, owe you a lot."
Qing Xuan shook his head honestly. Just say no. Feng Ziqing said again: "That's it. You should let go, Demon King. Don't stop me."
Qing Xuan then shook his head. Look firm. The tone is sharp. Irresistible: "I don't." Then he seemed to realize that it was inappropriate for him to speak so harshly. He softened his voice again. "Ziqing. It's really not what you think. I don't have any love for the lonely king. Really."
real.
Feng Ziqing sneered: "The demon king. I, Feng Ziqing, have nothing but this dirty body. What is worth your troubles?" There was a little self-mockery in the words.
But seeing Qing Xuan's increasingly ugly face. Feng Ziqing smiled from the heart. Even more bitter: "Demon King. I've already figured everything out. I won't be overwhelmed. I won't give my heart to anyone else. Heh... Demon King. Let go. It's... Ziqing begs you... "
The phoenix eyes narrowed slightly. With that astringent smile. It hurt Qingxuan's eyes. even so. He won't let go either. Maybe he knows. If he lets go, let him go. Since then. He Qingxuan would never see this person named Feng Ziqing again.
Qing Xuan sighed. Put his chin on Feng Ziqing's shoulder. Blowing mischievously towards the white side face. Unsurprisingly, the cheeks turned from white to red and then to white again. "Ziqing. You're thinking wrong. I didn't mean that you are weak. If you take back the inner alchemy that was given to the Fox King, you will take it. You won't be struggling to maintain your human form." Low words. With some coquetry. Come and ask for the man's forgiveness.
'Snapped…'
Feng Ziqing turned around. Yang Yang left a pale red palm print on Qing Xuan's face. Use 50% of your strength. Say it lightly or not.
The slap was loud. Qingxuan raised his hand blankly to caress the beaten spot. He murmured in a low voice, "Ziqing hit me..."
Feng Ziqing on the side was silent. His complexion is dusty. He stared blankly at his palm. Maybe he didn't expect such an action.
"Ziqing. You hit me. This is... are you willing to let go." Qingxuan raised his eyes. There was some joy in his eyes.
Feng Ziqing coughed twice. He put his hands behind his back. Pretending to be calm: "Nonsense. There is no reason to give something away and take it back."
Qing Xuan listened. A change from the past. Even more aggrieved: "Ziqing, don't be angry. I just don't ask for it."
Feng Ziqing never thought that Qing Xuan would answer like this. I can't help being a little stunned.
Seeing that Feng Ziqing didn't answer. Qingxuan said again: "Ziqing, don't worry. I will be by your side. Life and death are shared. Didn't you tell me that you want to live a peaceful life like ordinary people? That's good. I promise you. Wait until I pack some ordinary clothes Go together."
As soon as this word came out. Feng Ziqing opened her red phoenix eyes wide. No matter how you don't want to believe it: "You... are really willing to let go."
"Seriously." She hooked her lips into a smile. "I, Qingxuan, swear to the first demon king. If there is even the slightest lie, I will surely lose my soul..."
That soul word has not been finished yet. Feng Ziqing covered her mouth with one hand. There was a bit of helplessness on that handsome face: "I believe in you. Whatever you say, so be it."
Qing Xuan hugged Feng Ziqing. With such strength that he can't wait to rub the person in his arms into his body. Resting his head on the man's shoulders: "Ziqing... I'm sorry. I was wrong. Earlier... I shouldn't have treated you like that."
Feng Ziqing narrowed her eyes. Covering the warm tenderness in Danfeng's eyes.
"Qingxuan. I believe in you."
[Four]
The sun sets. According to the two houses on the top of the mountain where no one goes...
outside. A man dressed fancy. Gently pushed open the door and entered the house. Looking around furtively. But I saw a man in black clothes standing with his hands behind his back. Turn around slowly as the man approaches.
"Little flower." Baicao looked at the flower god in front of him. Soft eyes.
Flora was called to a meal. curled his lips. Lost the interest to play tricks on Baicao. He walked around Baicao in disgust. Sitting on a wooden bench nearby.
Flora smacked her lips. "Count the days. It's been a long time since Zhigu Luan left. Speaking of which, it's been a long time since you and I were demoted to the earth by the Queen Mother. Count these days. Wood. My wine. It should be ready." He rested his chin on one hand. Fiddled with the teacup with one hand. Counting the hours in boredom. It's just that his eyes light up when he mentions wine. He should be a complete alcoholic.
Baicao listened. No answer. He only went out with an unchanged iceberg face. After a while, he came back to the door again. Just different from before. At this moment, he was holding a jug of wine that had just been taken out in his hand. Flower God's eyes brightened. It rushed over like a hungry wolf rushing for food. Take the wine jar from the hand of Baicao and drink it after opening it. I also don't listen to Baicao's words of concern...
"Drinking hurts your body."
Flora took only two sips. I feel dizzy. have no choice. Put down the wine in your hand. Holding Baicao's arm with one hand. Reluctantly support the body. He said vaguely: "Wood... this wine is really strong. I... why do I feel dizzy..."
Say it. Tilt your head. Fell into Baicao's arms. There was no time to listen to Baicao's faint explanation: "I added something to the wine."
In a thatched hut on the side. Yuehua is dressed in red. Through the wide open window. Watching Baicao hug the flower god horizontally. Step into the back room. Unavoidably he breathed a sigh of relief: "Flower God has finally stopped."
But the girl in his arms didn't intend to stop at all.
looked down. The little fox couldn't stop kicking and jumping in his arms. He kept yelling: "You bad guy. Let go of the little fox. The little fox is going to find Master Gu Luan. Let go of the little fox quickly."
Yuehua stroked the soft hair of the little fox. Follow the fur for this little fox with fried fur. My heart is sad.
Lonely Luan, Lonely Luan. You didn't make it clear when you left. It made his little fox miss him so much. like this. When will he be able to live a peaceful and comfortable life like the two people in the room next to him.
…
"Ah... sneeze..."
Open your mouth. Sneezed slightly. I rubbed my nose indifferently. I think it's because of the wind and cold I've caught recently.
Qing Heng put down the book in his hand. looked up at me. A pair of peach blossom eyes showed concern: "Ziqing. It's getting colder these days. You should be able to rest on the couch. Don't let the wind and cold worsen."
I smile. Rubbing his hands together, he said, "It's okay."
Feng Yin fiddled with the tea leaves for a moment. Looking at me with a pair of red and phoenix eyes. Seeing that I touched my nose with a cold hand. Turn around and go.
behind. There was the sound of a teacup touching the table. Then came light footsteps. Before I turn around. A fox fur was draped over my body. With the familiar warmth.
Feng Yin said: "Ziqing. Hurry up and lie down on the couch. Don't get up until the cold is over." She raised her eyebrows. He said again to Qing Heng. "Gu Qingheng. When are you going to read this medical book? It's been two days. Ziqing's cold hasn't healed yet."
Qing Heng raised his eyebrows. "You don't need to talk too much. I will cure Ziqing myself." He took the book that had been set aside and closed it quietly. It's completely like not talking too much.
Feng Yin didn't care either. Just put on a fox fur for me. There is laziness in the shallow smile.
On that day, the door was not closed. It's been more than half a month. There are not many days when people are cared for like this. What it looks like now. Fortunately.
really. God still treats me kindly.
Simply. Just go on like this.
[Thank you guys for seeing now. Feel sorry. Posted late.]