His voice finally disappeared without a trace, but his smell lingered faintly, from the tip of his nose to his heart. ◢ With ◢ dream ◢ little ◢ said Щщщшlā in his heart to look forward to, is he still by his side?

The consciousness is in a trance, and the heart is anxious, trying to find the source of the smell, to find him.

I struggled to prop open my heavy eyelids, my unfocused vision blurred, and the chaotic intertwining of colors was unfamiliar.

Where is this? My heart sank, this kind of helplessness, this kind of confusion is like the first day I came to this plane, I fell from one world to another, and I fell into the abyss again.

"Mrs. Zhang, are you awake?"

This voice... It's Yuqin!

"Go and get a doctor. ”

I was slowly lifted up by a delicate hand, and the qiē in front of me gradually focused, gradually clear, and suddenly I found myself on top of the mirage.

I pounded my swollen head, and the last moment, I was still in his arms, and he was teaching me to play his piccolo....... and then I fainted?!

"How so?"

"Mr. Zhang Liang didn't want you to be too sad when you left, so he drugged the flute. ”

Yuqin fully understood what I was asking, and Zhang Liang must have told her what happened.

"Dizi, but why is he okay......

"Mr. Zhang Liang had already taken the antidote beforehand, so he was fine. ”

He ...... "I smiled bitterly, he really didn't play his cards according to common sense, and even said goodbye to him with ingenuity."

There was blame in my heart for a while, but it suddenly became clear in the blink of an eye. That's not bad, isn't it? When I think about it, there are no more tears, only the most beautiful fragments are frozen in the memory to warm people's hearts, and the pain will be relieved a lot, because there is no moment of parting that makes people have that moment of torment.

And that breath just now, is it an illusion?

Unintentionally, his gaze fell on the cotton pillow on the bed. This is the one ....... I gave him?

I can't be wrong in remembering that I made two at the time, and I picked a handmade one and gave it to him more carefully, and now this is the cotton pillow I gave him. He uses it every day, and naturally it leaves his flavor on it.

Yuqin carefully conveyed again: "This pillow is also brought by Mr. Zhang Liang for you, saying that you are used to sleeping like this." ”

Zhang Liang is always so unexpected, that kind of meticulous thoughtfulness, without warning, suddenly melts people's hearts. It's a great idea to swap each other's pillows. I couldn't help but smile, and the corners of my eyes were hot and slightly moist.

===

The imperial doctor reported inside, and Fusu came in together.

Fusu's expression was complicated, as if he had anticipation and vague guilt, he just nodded to me, sat down at the table, and drank tea by himself.

"Jiu Ren Si is fine, and taking another patch of medicine can relieve the headache. ”

The Imperial Doctor treated me as if he was respectful and dedicated to his official duties, which made me a little uncomfortable. Just as I wanted to say thanks, Yuqin suddenly reached out and picked up my scattered hair, and said with concern: "Imperial Doctor, look at this, why is it so red, it looks like it has been bitten by some insect, I don't know if there is any big problem?"

I was stunned, although I couldn't see it, but according to Yuqin's weird description, plus Zhang Liang last night....... is it a kiss mark?!

It was as if a thunderbolt had struck down, and it was simply scorched by the thunder on the outside and tender on the inside. It is impossible for Zhang Liang not to have expected that I would encounter this kind of embarrassment, and such an obvious position can't help but make me wonder if he did it intentionally or unintentionally?

I raised my hand to cover it as naturally as I could.

And the imperial doctor looked entangled......

I'm afraid he can't tell the truth or tell lies.

At the same time, there was a bang, and there was a muffled sound of teacups banging on the table, and the surrounding maids suddenly panicked.

"His Royal Highness Childe, it's hot on your hands, quickly bring cold water to ......"

Some people were busy wiping the tabletop, some were busy carrying water, and some were busy cleaning up the water stains on Fusu's body.

And Fusu's expression did not change in the slightest from the moment the tea was spilled, stiff, completely free from the chaos around him. His hands were slightly red, but he didn't care, as if it wasn't him who had been scalded by the tea just now.

It wasn't until the maid put his hand in the cold water that he raised his eyes and commanded, "Doctor, go down." ”

The careful Yuqin was a little unclear about the sudden change in the atmosphere at this time, so "Brother Huang, don't you need to look at your hands with the imperial doctor?"

"No, just some tea. He made a gesture to ask the surrounding maids to withdraw, and said to Yuqin: "Yuqin, you should go first." ”

Yuqin glanced at me and saw that I didn't have any doubts, so she nodded. As soon as he walked to the door, he was stopped by Fusu again, and solemnly admonished: "In addition, Yuqin, remember, don't call Mrs. Ziyu Zhang in the future." ”

Yuqin was slightly stunned, and a trace of worry flashed across her expression: "Yuqin understands that she should be called Renjun." ”

Fu Su bowed his head, Yuqin retreated, and the room was unusually quiet, and it seemed to be the waves in the calm depths floating from the window.

Don't call Mrs. Zhang anymore...... I uneasily digested Fusu's admonition to Yuqin, while getting up and getting out of bed and fumbling for my shoes, the soles of my feet unintentionally touched the ground, a trace of coolness penetrated from the soles of my feet, and my heart also shuddered.

In a flash, Fusu had arrived.

"Ziyu, Mr. Zhang Liang...... Is it a person who absolutely keeps his promises?"

Fusu asked implicitly, but I didn't know what he was worried about, and his attitude was indeed obvious, asking me to draw a clear line between Zhang Liang and Confucianism. Zhang Liang promised him that if Zhang Liang crossed the line at this time, it would inevitably make Fusu completely lose trust in his character, and maybe there would be a stronger way to deal with the relationship between me and Zhang Liang.

"He's naturally such a person. I looked up at him and replied in the most natural tone.

"Good. His slightly frowning brows relaxed for a moment, then twisted them again, his hands clenched into fists, but he still asked in hesitation, "Then he last night"

The helplessness and bitterness of the separation were aroused by this question again, my face turned cold, and I said in a deep voice: "Your Royal Highness, he just persuaded me according to your wishes, and there is nothing else." ”

He lowered his eyes and paced back a little, with a slightly self-reproachful look, he was silent for a moment, and then said in a stable tone: "Father's will let you follow the Moon God Protector to understand the things that need to be dealt with by you, so I will settle down in the mirage first." The General's Mansion is a small place, with only copper walls and heavy armor, and it is indeed boring for you to live there. Now I'm fine, just walk around with you and get acquainted with the mirage. ”

===

The route he took seemed to be aimless, saying that he was taking me to get acquainted with him but didn't say a word for a long time, maybe it was just to relieve each other's embarrassment.

The last time I came to the mirage in a hurry, this time I walked through the idle clouds and watched carefully, and there were mountains and buildings outside the mountains. Just as in front of our eyes now, there is a towering tree, planted in the courtyard inside the mirage, the leaves are like gold leaf, dense and dense, at a glance, covering the sky and the sun, a dazzling brilliance.

"What is this?" I was amazed.

"I will go out of the East, and I will follow my threshold. ”

Fusu recited a lyric from "Nine Songs: Dongjun". Fusang is the place of sunrise in mythology, the sun rises under Fusang, and rises from its branches, and there is also a saying that Fusang is the connecting gate of the divine realm, the human world, and the underworld.

I exclaimed, "Fuso Shenmu, so that's it, it's so beautiful!"

I wondered in my heart, why did Yun Zhongjun take such a towering giant tree to the east? It would be quite difficult to think about it. I don't believe the myths about Fukaki are true, but they do contain a lot of information about real events, and they are not entirely fictional. Due to the lack of information in ancient times, the story will be distorted due to the continuous injection of people's subjective ideas, and because of this, many events have been endowed with more sincere wishes and beautiful imaginations in people's hearts, and they are clothed in legendary mythology. Regarding Xu Fudongdu, Fusang may also play a very important role, and it may also be part of the secret of the Seven Houses of Canglong.

Seeing that I was full of interest, Fusu had a hint of pleasure on his face: "There are many rare flowers and trees on the mirage that are worth seeing. ”

"It's really an eye-opener. I replied, thinking that this Yunzhongjun had really scavenged a lot of good things, even the flowers and plants, and he had to move to Japan to create his own paradise?

We walked through the atrium, where Fuso was housed, and a long corridor led to the deck. Halfway through, I heard the sound of a wooden door moving and colliding in the other corner, and the rhythmic sound was like the doors on the porch being rushed open in an instant. I don't know what happened, as if fireworks were in full bloom, and a gushing flame stream came like a giant dragon winding and snakeing, and the surrounding air flow was chaotic.

Fusu raised his hand and grabbed me, tightly protecting him in his arms.

Now my spiritual sense can basically clearly feel the quality of the invisible qi around me, this flame wave initiator does not have a trace of murderous aura, that aura is very pure and clear thoughts, and it will not be too harmful to us. Entangled with this golden wave, there seems to be another more stable and hidden force.

I struggled to break away a little distance and raised my head, and sure enough, the golden flame wave was wrapped around a dark force, the dark color was like a net of heaven and earth intertwined with thousands of crystal filaments, and the radiation was scattered and spread all over the corridor, and the center of the confrontation between these two forces was on the folding door behind Fusu, and the dark power pulled to open the door, and the flame wave was constantly reversing and forcing the door to close.

And in this opening and closing, three familiar faces that were just as surprised as I did suddenly appeared.

Tianming, Shaoyu, Shi Lan!

Tianming's eyes glared at the boss, his hand raised, pointing at me and then at Fusu, his mouth opened wide and he didn't know what he was marveling at. Shao Yuyan quickly blocked his mouth with a palm, and quickly pulled him into the dark.

I didn't expect to find them so quickly when I first arrived at the mirage, there were too many surprises and surprises, but the chaos at the moment also made me very confused. The most urgent thing is that Fusu is between us, and as soon as he turns around, he will find them.

Fusu also seemed to notice something, and subconsciously was about to glance sideways.

In a hurry, he didn't care about anything, so he stretched out his hand to wrap his arms around him, buried his head on his shoulder and blocked his half-sided face, pretending to be frightened.

His whole body froze, as if he was startled, but the next second the arm that was around my back tightened even tighter.

I was close to him and could clearly feel the tremor in his chest, a subtle emotion fermenting violently.

In the confrontation between the two forces, they tore and overturned something, and debris flew in the air.

He pressed the palm of his hand on the back of my head and buried it in his neck, like protecting the treasure that he had been asking for, and he was unwilling to let go when he grabbed it, as firm as a rock, without a trace of hesitation. His deep breath was in my ears, as heavy as his concern, stirring in the turbulence.

As long as he is close, I will always be afraid of his identity and rights, avoid him and push him away, he is lonely and lost, but he still treats me with the most tolerant and gentle side. And the current embrace is too ambiguous, too strong, overturning all the indifference that froze when they touched each other in the past, and I did this just to confuse his sight.

At this moment, my heart was full of apologies to him, and the more he revealed the faint joy in his feelings, the more unbearable it was for me to face his affection. I was taking advantage of his concern, and he never doubted me, and the sincerity was unbearable.