"Thank you." Lan Wujiang smiled slightly and took the rabbit lantern.

The scholar stared at Lan Wujiang and stopped talking, wanting to ask the girl's name but didn't say anything for a long time.

Lan Wujiang frowned as he looked at the scholar's nervous appearance, and took a spirit stone from his sleeve and put it in the scholar's hand.

"Thank you." She smiled, turned around and walked towards Feng Zhao.

The scholar held the spirit stone and sighed in annoyance, watching Lan Wujiang walk away.

Feng Zhao lowered his eyes and leaned over to hug Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang froze, his eyes widened, and in his ears was the stall owner's shouting, "Selling wishing lanterns, ten cents each." ”

Lan Wujiang looked at the lotus lantern with crooked eyebrows, and whispered in Feng Zhao's ear, "I'll hug it later, I'll go buy a wishing lantern first, can you go to the river with me to make a wish?"

Feng Zhao let go of Lan Wujiang at this time, staring at the rabbit lantern with an inexplicable resentment.

Lan Wujiang grinned, revealing a row of small white teeth, and quickly bought two wishing lamps and pulled Feng Zhao to the river.

The evening breeze is very close, the moon is very bright, the water ripples on the secluded river, and there are a few lotus lanterns slowly wandering into the distance.

Lan Wujiang specially found a place where no one was around, the reeds on both sides were swaying slightly, the fireflies were scattered in the grass, and the pale yellow light illuminated Feng Zhao's face.

"It's so pretty......" Lan Wujiang put the wishing lotus lantern in Feng Zhao's palm.

Feng Zhao was stunned for a moment, hooked his lips slightly, and accentuated his voice, "What's so good-looking?" ”

Lan Wujiang chuckled, didn't speak, put down the rabbit lantern and squatted on the bank of the river, looking at Feng Zhao with bright eyes, his teeth like snow, "Make a wish together, I'll tell you later." ”

Feng Zhao squinted his eyes and sat cross-legged next to Wujiang, and the two put down the lotus lantern at the same time, put their hands together and began to make a wish.

The movements were very uniform, Lan Wujiang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and after three breaths, Lan Wujiang opened his eyes and found that Feng Zhao was looking at her.

"What do you want?" Feng Zhao's eyes were lazy, and his ascetic facial features provoked Lan Wujiang's heart little by little.

He is a god, although there is only a god soul left now, but Lan Wujiang turned his wish to this river lantern, it is better to tell him directly.

"If you say it, it won't work." Lan Wujiang picked up the rabbit lantern and shook it in front of him with great interest, and then reluctantly handed it to Feng Zhao.

"I'll give it to you." She propped her chin on one hand, her elbow against her knee, and she looked small.

Feng Zhao thought of the scholar just now, and his heart was inexplicably sour, but he still took the lantern handed by Lan Wujiang, and flicked the rabbit ears of the lantern with his fingers.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Lan Wujiang's eyelashes fluttered, for fear that Feng Zhao would break the lantern.

She muttered quietly, "It didn't come easily." ”

Feng Zhao pursed his lips as he looked at Lan Wujiang and stood up from the ground.

Lan Wujiang thought that Feng Zhao was angry, and quickly stood up.

But before he could stand firm, Feng Zhao stepped forward and hugged Lan Wujiang.

Lan Wujiang staggered, knelt on the ground, and firmly wrapped his arms around Feng Zhao's neck in an emergency.

Her face was flushed, and her whole person was embarrassed and bubbled, and she let go of her hand, wanting to break free from Feng Zhao's arms.

Feng Zhao grabbed Lan Wujiang's waist, leaned over, put his forehead against his forehead, and spoke in a very low voice, "Obviously, you just said that you would hug later, why are you in a hurry to let go now." ”

Feng Zhao glanced at Lan Wujiang's drooping arm, slightly dissatisfied.

"I ......" Lan Wujiang's whole body went soft, and his fingers gently grabbed Feng Zhao's sleeve.

Feng Zhao's eyes were itchy when people looked at them.

Feng Zhao's throat rolled, and he whispered beside Lan Wujiang's earlobe, "You still owe me a question, I just asked you who is good-looking, and you haven't answered me yet." ”

Lan Wujiang's voice trembled slightly, and his brain was blank when he was made by Feng Zhao, and it took a long time for his hand to wrap his arms around Feng Zhao's neck again, his lips opened slightly, and his earlobes were red and about to drip blood, "You just spare me......"

Feng Zhao's eyes were gentle, but the aura around him became more and more aggressive, and he integrated into Lan Wujiang's body inch by inch.

"My knee hurts......" Lan Wujiang's eyes turned red and begged for mercy again.

Feng Zhao hugged Lan Wujiang in his arms, and the rabbit lamp also flew into Lan Wujiang's hand.

Lan Wujiang exclaimed in surprise, and hurriedly looked around, and a blue light enveloped Feng Zhao and Lan Wujiang.

"Don't worry, they'll be out of sight." Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, Lan Wujiang choked, and wanted to struggle, but Feng Zhao let the fragrance in his arms be soft and coquettish, and refused to let Lan Wujiang go.

South Street –

Hongjiu waited with the intersection of burdens, it was late at this time, there were almost no pedestrians on the south street, and the dark night made her palms break out in a layer of cold sweat, and her pale face was even more weak.

Not long after, a man dressed in black and wearing a black hat appeared at the end of Miss Nan, holding a cane in his hand, limping in the direction of Red Brew.

Hongjiu couldn't help but shed tears the moment she saw Lan Jun'er, and knelt in front of Lan Jun'er with red eyes.

"Miss forgive the sins, the slave is late." Hongzhuo couldn't see Lan Jun'er's face clearly, and she didn't know how hideous her expression was now.

Today, he was beaten dozens of times by the wine that stopped him, and his appearance was ruined, and the gauze on his face was now covered with blood.

She was thrown out of her parents' house directly, and in order to prevent her from ruining her brother's reputation, her parents actually sent her away with a bottle of healing pills.

Most of the wounds on her body are scabbed, and she will never see anyone again after she can, so she will not stop there, as long as she lives, she will let those who hurt her pay back their faults a thousand times over.

"Miss, please save the slave and maid, now that you are gone, the slave and maid cannot stay in the Lan family, there is really nowhere to go, today the slave and maid have brought out all your jewelry and silver money, and please give the slave and maid a way out."

Hongjiu has followed Lan Jun'er since she was a child, and she signed a death deed in the yamen, Lan Jun'er died, but she had to be buried with her.

Lan Jun'er's vocal cords were damaged, and now her words were hoarse and ugly, but she still stepped forward to help the red wine, "Now I ...... You're the only one left. ”

Seeing that Lan Jun'er was willing to take her in, Hongzhuo almost cried with joy.

"You can stay at the inn with me today......" Lan Jun'er couldn't hear a trace of emotion in her tone.

As if he had accepted his fate, it was actually disguised like a puddle of mud......

"Thank you, miss." Hongjiu hurriedly supported Lan Jun'er, and a master and a servant disappeared into the attic of Nanxiao Street.

In the early morning of the second day, the sun rose and the sky was clear, and the sound of birdsong woke up Lan Wujiang, and Lan Wujiang could see Feng Zhao's sleeping face on the side, and his eyelids jumped fiercely.

I don't know when it started, Feng Zhao slept with her as a matter of course......

What should I do if I have a husband in the future?

Lan Wujiang began to ponder the question.

Feng Zhao slowly opened his eyes, his gaze met Lan Wujiang's, and his voice was hoarse, "Who else do you want to marry?"

Is it true that the gods can't perceive anything?

Lan Wujiang bit his lip, feeling inexplicably unhappy, "Why are you going to explore my thoughts again." ”

"We are one." Feng Zhao sat up and propped his head with his hands.

"You can't get married...... You yourself say that you will not marry for three years. "Bookbag nets

Lan Wujiang nodded and explained, "After these three years, I still have to get married." ”

Feng Zhao raised his eyebrows, grabbed Lan Wujiang's wrist with his big hand, and said threateningly, "Who do you want to marry?"

Lan Wujiang was hesitant, he couldn't think of a name for a long time, he looked at Feng Zhao pitifully, and muttered, "I will always meet in the future." ”

Feng Zhao snorted very lightly, "The curse of the gods and demons cannot be unbroken for a lifetime, unless you find the person who gave the curse and sacrifice it with his divine soul, you can unravel it." ”

"Before that, if you get married, I have to marry with you, Wujiang, do you want to see me marry a man?" Feng Zhao slowly hooked the corners of his lips and looked at Lan Wujiang with clean eyes.

Lan Wujiang's heart skipped a beat, and when he thought that Feng Zhao might marry a man or his husband, the cold hairs on his back stood up, "Then don't want it." ”

Feng Zhao smiled with satisfaction, let go of Lan Wujiang's wrist, and his fingers slightly provoked Lan Wujiang's chin, "You are not allowed to have this kind of thought in the future." ”

Lan Wujiang nodded quietly.

Feng Zhao rubbed Lan Wujiang's head amusedly, and his heart was filled little by little.

How could there be such a person who listened to him......

Lan Wujiang obeyed him in everything.

Wouldn't he be able to let her do whatever he wanted her to do?

Feng Zhao's gaze fell on Lan Wujiang's lips.

What do you want her to do......

He suddenly felt his throat run terribly dry.

"Are you thirsty?" Lan Wujiang's big eyes stared at Feng Zhao's Adam's apple, and he couldn't help but touch it lightly with his hand.

"Yes......" Feng Zhao's lips curled.

Lan Wujiang turned over and got out of bed and poured a cup of tea for Feng Zhao, her slender calves were even more slender in the white pajamas, she obediently handed Feng Zhao tea, her legs curled together, the fingers on her two little feet were pink and round, and her hair hung softly on her shoulders, and the whole person seemed to be easily pushed.

Feng Zhao took the teacup and took a sip lightly, the herbal tea entered his throat, but the fire in his heart was difficult to quench.

"Are you feeling better?" Lan Wujiang's eyes were pure, which made Feng Zhao crush the thoughts that he shouldn't have in his heart.

It's only fourteen......

He put the teacup back into Lan Wujiang's hand.

Lan Wujiang drank the tea from the other end of the teacup, and then squinted and put the teacup on the small table at the bedside.

Feng Zhao looked at the water stains on her lips and gently wiped the corners of her lips with his fingers.

"I'll accompany you to Lintian Temple later." Feng Zhao's three thousand white hair hung down in front of Lan Wujiang, the sunlight passed through the window, and the sparse sunlight was sprinkled on the curtain, Lan Wujiang yawned slowly around the little white hair on his fingertips.

Bai Li's red face was very good, and she hummed softly, but Feng Zhao pressed her whole body under her.

Lan Wujiang suddenly didn't dare to move.

"Feng Zhao?"

She called softly, and the sound of their hearts beating into each other's chests.

Echoing in the head.

"I'm here." Feng Zhao sighed, got up from Lan Wujiang again, got out of bed to find a good coat for Lan Wujiang, and sat on the edge of her bed.

"Get up, I'll change your clothes." The cinnabar mole between Feng Zhao's eyebrows became more and more vivid.

Lan Wujiang thought for a while, got up from the bed, stood in front of Feng Zhao obediently, and let Feng Zhao put on a skirt for her.

The dark light veil set off her skin like snow, her eyebrows were lightly drawn with a pen, her lips were dyed with a little rouge, and a hosta on her head was half-pulled with hair.

The soft shoes on the feet were embroidered with gold thread, and the black veil covered the face, covering half of the original appearance of the city.

The appearance of wanting to talk added a bit of flavor to Lan Wujiang.

Feng Zhao frowned after seeing Lan Wujiang look good with a veil.

But when he thought that if he didn't cover it, he might meet a scholar like yesterday again, so he finally gave Lan Wujiang a thick veil.

Lan Wujiang didn't notice Feng Zhao's childish move, so he took the matching sword and went out with Feng Zhao.

One of the two beast pets flew behind, and the other was lying on Lan Wujiang's shoulder, looking around.

Outside the door of Lintian Temple, Lan Wujiang gently knocked on the vermilion door.

The little monk inside slowly opened the door, looked at Lan Wujiang and whispered, "The donor will come back another day, Lintian Temple will not accept pilgrims today." ”

"Little master, I want to find your host." Lan Wujiang saw that the little monk was about to close the door, and hurriedly spoke.

The little monk shook his head and looked at Lan Wujiang Dao, "Today's host is not in Lintian Temple, let's come back another day." ”

"Then can the little master tell me to preside over today's ......" Before Lan Wujiang finished speaking, the monk was about to close the door.

It's just that at the moment when the horse was closed, Feng Zhao slammed the door.

The little monk couldn't pull it on his own, stared at Lan Wujiang with wide eyes, and saw that Lan Wujiang didn't touch the door, and was very confused in his heart, "What's going on?" ”

He tried again unwillingly, but the door still didn't move.

Feng Zhao took the opportunity to give Lan Wujiang a look, Lan Wujiang understood, and said empathetically, "I'll help the little master." ”

The little monk looked at Lan Wujiang with distrust, "Can you do it?"

Lan Wujiang took the opportunity to drill inside and gently closed the door, and Feng Zhao was locked outside.

The little monk was taken aback, and was very surprised to see that the door was easily closed by Lan Wujiang, "How did this happen?" ”

The corners of Lan Wujiang's eyes rose, "It's just a gesture, the little master doesn't have to worry about it, but there is really something important to find the host today, can the little master tell me the news." ”

The little monk pursed his lips, his small eyes drooping slightly, "If the donor really has something important, you can go to the black market to find it, but I don't know if I can find it, and the donor can try his luck." ”

Lan Wujiang's eyes lit up, and he took out a spirit stone from his sleeve and put it in the little monk's hand, "Thank you, little master, this is a little sesame oil money I gave to your temple, and I hope that the little master will transfer it on my behalf." ”

Lan Wujiang was generous, and the little monk couldn't help but look at Lan Wujiang twice.

politely reopened the door for Lan Wujiang and sent Lan Wujiang out of Lintian Temple.

"Any news?" Feng Zhao saw Lan Wujiang come out, and the corners of his lips unconsciously raised a good-looking arc.

His sleeves swayed slightly, his white clothes and Lan Wujiang's dark clothes blended together, and the two sleeves unintentionally rubbed over, which made people itch.

"The little master said that the host went to the black market, let's go to the black market and have a look?" Lan Wujiang pondered for a moment before speaking.

Feng Zhao nodded, and the two walked side by side to a corner of the road, and then Feng Zhao's sleeve robe waved, and a blue portal appeared.

When he was in the divine realm, the use of portals was only used for ordinary teleportation, and many places were restricted from using portals, Feng Zhao was quite weak to use on weekdays, but now in the mortal realm, this portal is particularly easy to use.

Feng Zhao thought secretly, he and Lan Wujiang held hands, and the wind howled in the teleportation channel, but it was only a short moment, and the two appeared at the entrance of the black market.