The two of them were not far away, and there were a few red lotuses in between. The lake rippled slowly, and a few thin wisps of night mist gently rose on the water surface, blocking the two of them as if out of nowhere, rendering Feng Jiu's peerless face as warm as jade.

Just as he was fascinated, Feng Jiu's tightly closed eyelashes trembled, and then slowly opened them, staring at the east wind and snow. The eyes are blue, as quiet as 10,000 years of ice, without a trace of waves.

He said softly: "Since ancient times, demons have different paths, and goddesses are smarter than ordinary people, so they naturally see it more clearly, so why bother me to say more?" ”

Hearing this, the east wind drifting snow swam to Feng Jiu's side by the buoyancy of the water. Placing his ear to his chest, his hand gently brushing his well-defined abs under his water-soaked white coat. The resentment in his chest turned into words and blurted out, without thinking about it, and he didn't bother to think about it at all: "Just like me, my heart is beating, my body is warm, and my blood is hot. ”

Feng Jiu didn't answer, just stared at the east wind and snow quietly.

Suddenly, he flicked his tail and wanted to wrap himself around the waist of Dongfeng Piaoxue. But the tail was wrapped in the air, and it was the east wind and snow that realized his meaning, and sank into the water first.

He sighed that it was not good, and his ten fingers clenched at the rock, but he was still a step too late, and he felt that his ankle was grabbed by a pair of hands and dragged hard, and his fingertips slid down the smooth rock soaked in the spring water, and his body fell into the water, and the cold lake was extinguished in an instant.

He was born with a fear of water, and after falling into the water, he was not as good as ordinary people. Drowning in the water, he was flustered, only reaching out and grabbing it, and in the confusion, he opened his eyes in the water.

As far as I could see, I saw the east wind and snow floating not far away. She was dressed in white, and her long hair rippled like a cloud in the water. Under the slender jade neck, a piece of **** is like clotted white jade, half-covered and half-hidden. A bundle of plain waists, not a grip. A pair of long, watery and well-proportioned legs □, and even the beautiful lotus feet are silently enchanting, sending out a tempting invitation. The clear eyes reflect a faint moonlight, delicate and charming. The corners of the small mouth are slightly upturned, wanting to attract people to Fengze. This is a woman who exudes bewitching from the bottom of her bones, and she seduces men everywhere throughout her body.

Feng Jiu didn't know where he got the strength, and he pulled hard with both hands and drilled out of the water.

I don't know if it was choked hard or because of other reasons, my heart was beating like a drum, and my face was hot.

There was a smiling voice in the ears of Dongfeng Piaoxue: "The gray wolf will play tricks, there is progress." ”

A wild wolf spirit was actually played around by a mortal, and this kind of face is a monster that can't afford to lose. Feng Jiu didn't look at her either, swam to the shore with his head bored, and climbed up.

The east wind floated on the water, and he looked at Feng Jiu's slender and powerful lower limbs and curvy back without shyness, and sighed: "Oh, my vision is so good." There is no second man in this world, as gorgeous as my man. ”

Feng Jiu still ignored her, and after coming ashore, his body trembled, turning back into a wolf form and running into the dark woods.

When Feng Jiu's figure disappeared completely, the smile on Dongfeng Piaoxue's face also faded. She swam to the rocks in the middle of the lake, crouched on the rocks, and hid herself in the crooks of her arms, gasping for breath.

She knew she should swim back to shore at this point, but she didn't bother to move.

Just float like that.

Gradually, she fell into a stupor.

After a long time, Feng Jiu descended from the sky onto the rock, and his blue and deep eyes looked at the thin body lying on the rock. The body was trembling, causing the surrounding lake to ripple slightly.

After a long silence, Feng Jiu grabbed her arms and dragged her body out of the water, holding her horizontally in his arms.

Feeling the warmth beside him, Dongfeng Piaoxue instinctively leaned against Feng Jiu's chest, closed his eyes and muttered, "I knew you would come." ”

"Know-it-all?" Feng Jiu looked at the person in his arms and said slowly, "But it's just a mortal body, and it's very delicate." ”

After saying that, he turned into a black wind, rolled the east wind and snowed back to the shrine and threw her back on the bed, and then left.

For the next few days, there was a panic in the shrine. The first emperor passed away, and the new emperor ascended the throne.

The Oriental goddess is neither Taoist nor Buddha, because she was favored by the emperor and believed in the Divine Palace, she has her current status. Who knows if the new emperor will fall out of favor after the new emperor ascends the throne, and even ask for the crime of witchcraft.

At this juncture, the Oriental goddess was bedridden due to an overdose of rosemary, which was the first time. You must know that she has never been sick, and she has always been very cautious when taking rosemary, and it seems that she is so sick on purpose.

Of course, she knew all this, and whenever the chief maid led the people who were about to leave to kowtow outside the courtyard, she felt funny. These people who left have made a lot of money through her light for several years, but they only know the icing on the cake, cooking oil in the fire, and have no gratitude. All these years have been with these people, and time has been wasted.

The only gain is to catch a handsome wolf spirit.

After a few more days, the long-lost sound of stagecoaches sounded on the mountain road. The messenger sent a holy decree, and in the evening the emperor will come to the shrine to divination.

The east wind and snow lying on the bed must not get up in spirit, freshen up and prepare to take over. On the surface, he was lazy as usual, but in fact he felt like he was facing a great enemy.

Because she didn't have a premonition that Li Xian would come this time, and before, there was nothing she couldn't predict. Is it rosemary that still affects the brain, or is it Li Xianneng who can control her ability?

If it is the latter, the father has jurisdiction over the son, and the husband over the wife. She and Li Xian have a fate in their previous lives, neither is it the fate of father and daughter, is it possible that it is the fate of husband and wife?

It's ridiculous, that twelve-year-old boy could be her destined husband?! For the first time, the fearless Oriental Goddess was depressed.

When it was just getting dark, Li Xian, who was dressed in civilian clothes, entered the mountain gate of the shrine surrounded by a group of guards.

The last time the two met, Dongfeng Piaoxue was wandering in the ghost gate, and he didn't pay attention to anything else, only vaguely remembering that Li Xian was a very beautiful child.

I heard Li Xian say: "Flat." ”

She stood up, looked up at Li Xian, and saw a young man with clear eyebrows. seems to be no different from an ordinary teenager, with a childish face, and a trace of innocence and childishness in the bottom of his heart.

Dongfeng Piaoxue tentatively opened his mouth, admonishing himself to speak more naturally, and said slowly: "Your Majesty...... Please ......"

Li Xian nodded, walked into the main hall with her, and sat on the main seat.

Standing next to the main seat, Dongfeng Piaoxue asked in a low voice, "What does Your Majesty want to count?" ”

Li Xian waved his hand, and the eunuchs under his command retreated with interest, and took away the maids of the Divine Palace.

When there were only two people left in the hall, Li Xian's clear eyes quieted down, turning into an elegance close to luxury, like He's beautiful jade. I only heard a few words slowly spit out from the young man's lips, although his voice was immature, the speed of his speech was unusually calm: "I want to count, the fate of fate." ”

He actually has memories of life! Dongfeng Piaoxue chuckled in his heart.

Many of the gods who have been condemned to the earth have been stripped of their divine power and memory. A small number of sinful gods who are favored by Heaven can retain a small amount of divine power. However, a few sin gods who have gathered thousands of graces from God can retain the memories of their lives, because God is giving this sin god a chance every moment, hoping that he will see the suffering of the world clearly and turn back.

I'm afraid that such a character is not easy to fool.

Her face was still as motionless as a mountain, and she picked up the hexagram plate and lined up absentmindedly for a while. With a wave of his sleeves, he knelt down on one knee: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is the incarnation of the god of war in the sky, the lord of the world, long live, long live, long live." ”

"What about you?" Li Xian asked with a smile.

Dongfeng Piaoxue lowered his head, thought for a moment and then spoke: "Your Majesty forgives the sin, the minister can be counted as a person in the world, but he can't count the minister's own hexagram ......"

Li Xian was also silent for a long time before saying, "You have always been like this. Fu laughed again, "Aiqing, can you help me calculate the marriage again?" ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue didn't expect him to let him count this, so he hesitated for a moment before carefully arranging the hexagram. Then he lowered his head: "Your Majesty forgives the sin, the minister may have miscalculated......"

In the face of a god with memories of many lifetimes, she has no possibility of telling a lie at all.

Emperor Li Xian, the emperor and queen are destined to get married.

"Haha......" Li Xian stood up with a smile and reached out to help her up, "Aiqing is right, in this life, you are my marriage." ”

He tilted his head slightly, staring at the east wind and snow. The dark and warm eyes are like the waves of stars in the night sky, peaceful and profound: "In two years, I will be a head taller than you, and I will marry you as my queen." ”

The east wind and snow seem to be calm on the surface, but in fact, it is cold and hot in the heart, and the sky has already turned upside down. Because she really couldn't accept that the completely milky boy in front of her was really her destined husband!

Fortunately, Li Xian didn't want to embarrass her, so he pulled away from the topic and chatted with her about easy learning and other topics, and didn't drive back to the palace until late at night.

Since the last time the emperor returned to the palace, the rewards have been sent to the Buddha Shrine one after another. In addition, the food and clothing, the emperor has a share of the east wind and snow, looking at this situation, the east wind and snow seem to be the future emperor.

But the east wind and snow are drifting and he doesn't care, and when he sees the pile of rewards, his eyes will even show obvious disgust. Dongfeng Piaoxue is a priest of Qing Xiu, and when he told the hexagram, he saw all the joys and sorrows of the red dust world, how could he have expressed his emotions without concealing it before?

It was night, and the east wind was standing by the window, and suddenly his hand jumped out of the window, and his clothes rose like a cloud, extinguishing the candlelight.

Spare a room with cold and fragrant breeze.

Landing lightly outside a hidden cave, the east wind drifted snow's wrist, and there was an egg-sized night pearl on his fingertips. With the faint blue light, she carried her skirt into the cave.

In the cave, Feng Jiu turned into his original form and slept soundly on the hay nest. The tip of a scarlet tongue stuck out, swinging left and right as he purred.

Putting the Night Pearl on the cave wall, Dongfeng Piaoxue walked to Feng Jiu's side and squatted down, reaching out to stroke his swarthy wolf head.

Feng Jiu was still snoring, but tilted his head slightly, so that the east wind and snow were more convenient to touch. Obviously, he knew that the east wind was coming and the snow was coming, so he didn't want to pay attention to her, and he liked to be touched on the head.

"Gray wolf," Dongfeng Piaoxue said softly, "If you don't live in the Pure Heart Residence today, you won't see me in the future." With that, she got up and walked out of the cave.

Meditation dwells on the top of the mountain, with two small bamboo buildings, which is a place where the east wind and snow usually take the tranquility alone.

Dongfeng Piaoxue pushed the door in, took out the bamboo mat to make the bed, and then sat on the edge of the bed in a daze.

Suddenly, a lazy voice came: "Oh, could it be that you are going to marry into the palace tomorrow?" Then you will marry, why tell me? ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue raised his head, only to see Feng Jiu standing by the candle, his hair scattered. The sleepy blue eyes looked at him lazily, a little carelessly.

"I can tell fortunes, but I never change my life." Her voice sounded in this quiet world, word by word, extremely serious, "Feng Jiu, now I have changed the order of the emperor and the queen to cut flowers and candles with you, okay?" ”

The sound of the east wind drifting snow is not loud, but it is clear. Her expression was serious, even a little dignified.

She said that she was going to change her life as emperor.

Feng Jiu was a little surprised.

How could one not be surprised?

Changing one's life is already against the sky, let alone changing the life of the emperor. The fate of the emperor and queen is determined by the sky, and the fate of the east wind and snow is determined, and it cannot be transcended. Once you change it, there are endless consequences.

He was originally a gray wolf, because some wisdom roots have cultivated into demons, but no one can fight after only two hundred years of Taoism. Dongfeng Piaoxue actually said that she would change the emperor's order for him, what should she do after she was changed, should she bear the punishment against the sky, or accept the emperor's wrath?

Feng Jiu walked over slowly, stood in front of the east wind and snow, lowered his head, and looked at her fixedly for a while. Si Tiao said slowly: "But you want to change your life for me, it's not that I beg you to be rare, but you have to make it clear." ”

Dongfeng Piaoxue raised his face and replied indifferently: "I really have to make it clear, the deity is not changing your life for you, but changing your life, and I will be with you by the way." When I meet a more beautiful fairy in the future, I may not be with him. ”

Feng Jiu finally felt that he had the upper hand, and he said a word to the east wind drifting snow, and he was easily excited. A man's anger towards a woman is often vented in an ambiguous way.

Bending down and bowing his head, he looked at the east wind and snow: "Although my mana is low, I am also a demon." If it becomes my thing, others will not want to touch it again. ”

After saying that, he pulled out the hairpin on her head.

A long stream of hair poured down, wisps covering half of her face.

Between the hair, the eyes are rippling, and the country is fragrant.

Candlelight is like a bean.

The bamboo bed shook with a beautiful sound.

Hair flowed out from under the hibiscus tent like a cloud, dragging to the ground. A handful of indigo bamboo slips gently down the trembling hair.

The temperature of the entanglement gradually cooled.

Feng Jiu got up and got dressed with a satisfied expression. Turning his head to look at the east wind and snow in the gauze tent, he didn't know what to do. After thinking for a long time, he said goodbye and disappeared like a gust of wind into the snowy room.

Dongfeng Piaoxue lay alone on the bamboo bed for a long time, counting the longitude and latitude on the bamboo mat and measuring a hexagram for himself.

The hexagrams are distinct.

The joints suddenly turned pale, and his face turned pale.

The candle at the head of the bed jumped ghostly, as if the whole room was jumping.

"I'm not convinced." In the middle of the night, the east wind drifted snow and said softly. The body unconsciously curled up in a ball, holding his legs with both hands, and burying his face between his arms, "Dissatisfied." (To be continued.) )