Ye Ling thought that it would be a day or two before she came out of the illusion again.

But in the evening of the same day, she was forced to show up by the cry of the "princess" that resounded throughout the Xiaoyao Palace.

She left a wisp of divine thought on Feng Xiyuan, so she would definitely hear it when he called her.

But that doesn't mean she can't hear other people's voices.

After coming out of the attic alchemy, there was no isolation, and the noisy screams hit her eardrums fiercely.

She maintains the illusion's connection with the outside world, and naturally she can't make a sound.

Thinking of this, Ye Ling couldn't help but grit his teeth: Feng Xiyuan.

******

The moon shines like water.

In the newly renovated back garden of the Xiaoyao Palace, the man in a white brocade robe leaned on the exquisite root carving table, held an elegant white porcelain wine cup, and sipped leisurely.

The moonlight gilded that beautiful face with a hazy glow.

The evening primrose not far away also tried its best to hand over a touch of fragrance.

The lights were held high everywhere in the Xiaoyao Palace, and there were shouts everywhere, but he was not affected in the slightest.

The world seemed to be quiet because of him.

The white clothes under the moon are breathtakingly beautiful.

And above the courtyard wall, there are also figures suddenly appeared.

The man in black stood there, the black jade flute in his hand was wrapped in the long snow-white hair with the wind, and the person who fled in the desert first had already recovered the coldness that lingered around his body.

Dressed in black under the moon, it is mysteriously beautiful.

It's the ghost of the night.

Feng Xiyuan raised her head slowly and methodically, and when she hooked her lips slightly, Ye Lingyi only felt that there were thousands of fireworks blooming in front of her at the same time.

He raised his hand slightly, Mu Qing understood, and turned around to tell the people in the palace who were struggling: Their family, bah, it is the princess of the prince who has found it!

As the cries around her faded away, she leapt off the wall.

The breeze rose, the snow hair flew, and the wide sleeves fluttered, revealing the wrist.

It's not that she is dressed in black at the moment, this cold temperament, coupled with the dark night Chanjuan behind her, really looks like the Moon Palace Immortal who stepped on the moon in the Guanghan Palace.

"Lord Yaxing."

She sat down across from him, and took another wine cup that was already full in her hand, and showed no restraint.

She was already casual, and she had been in the sky for seven days, and she didn't know how many times she sat and ate together.

"It's not as good as Madame, and the pleasure is so prosperous."

He tilted his head, and did not shy away from it, and looked straight at the group of subordinates not far away who had straightened their ears and listened to the movement here.

Ye Ling was inexplicably a little bored, when will such a temptation come about.

How can this group of people who have been mixed with officialdom all the year round understand what is called strength beyond power.

Obviously, in such a world where the cultivation world is stronger than the imperial power, these people are drunk in that self-woven dream, and they refuse to wake up.

She had a heart attack, but seeing that Feng Xiyuan didn't say anything, she finally chose to ignore it like him.

At this moment, the rising moonlight is just right, so there is no need to break this artistic conception for the sake of irrelevant personnel.

After being completely quiet, she naturally began to be in a habitual daze, and she was in this state of emptiness for many hours of the day.

For a while, both of them ignored the group of eyesores, and forgot that they were forced to act.

One was in a daze, and the other was staring at the person in a daze and taking a sip of wine.

It wasn't until the wind rose that this intoxicating silence was broken quite gently.

The wind in early spring was a little cool, although they couldn't actually feel it, Ye Lingyi still casually arranged a small formation of the third order.

Feng Xiyuan smiled lightly, just like when she was in the night tomb, she inadvertently took care of the habits of the people around her, I am afraid that she didn't realize it.

He pressed the button on his wheelchair and slowly turned to this side of the stone table, naturally taking her hand.

Obviously, he is moving in a wheelchair, such an inconvenient and even embarrassing posture, but in him, his every move is full of grace.

"It's cold night, let's go back to the house early." The heavenly voice, faint, inaudible emotion.

"Okay." Ye Lingyi nodded, but did not move, but turned his head to look in the direction of the group of subordinates.

She didn't say anything, just watched quietly, until she saw that the last person also lowered his head in embarrassment.

Her clothes fluttered, and she stood, then leaned over and picked him up with ease in a muffled inhap.

You Longsheng, frightened, black and white intertwined, slid over the flowery treetops, swept over the eaves, and fell into the courtyard of Feng Xiyuan.

Everyone in the back garden looked at each other, and Mu Aoki was silent for a while with a paralyzed face, then raised his step, pushed up his wheelchair, went straight, and went back to guard the door.

In the room, she carried him to the bed, and just about to withdraw into the illusion, but the sleeve of her shirt was pulled by a small force.

Ye Lingyi lowered her head, her eyes puzzled.

Feng Xiyuan's fingers hidden under her sleeves pointed upward, and then she grabbed her hand and passed the warmth, her tone was full of grievances: "Madam, do you still refuse to share a bed tonight?" Don't be angry. ”

Ye Lingyi's brows knotted suddenly, and the forbidden spell that had already been formed was actually pinched on his fingertips, and he only needed an upward throwing action before entering the illusion.

It's just one action, it can completely erase everything, and there will be no other sound.

However, after coming into contact with his watery gaze, she silently lowered her hand.

The purple spiritual power dissipated silently in the air, and her voice was calm: "The same bed is not the same pillow." ”

How could she not know the meaning of his move, although that sentence was a joke, it was also a step: if you are angry, you naturally don't need to communicate more or anything else.

Although the people in the room dare to listen to the movement without fear of death, they may not have the courage to see it.

Her idea is, of course, that violence is the best, but tomorrow, there will be constant trouble.

It's just that this time I made a play, what about next time?

It can't be just one group of people who come to spy on it.

Ye Lingyi was a little depressed, but she couldn't help it.

She said that she wanted to repay the favor, and she was the one who promised to be his princess, so it didn't matter if she couldn't help anything, she couldn't make trouble for him.

Although in fact, she has caused him enough trouble.

Ye Lingyi leaned over and moved Feng Xiyuan inside, and lay down on the outside.

She glanced up at the beam of the room with an obscure gaze, held back her impatience, and raised her finger to send out a spiritual power to extinguish the light.

The extinguished red candle takes away not only the light, but also the sound.

Ye Ling was lying flat, and could hear two heartbeats that had noticeably increased in frequency.

Her own breathing could be lowered to the point where she could barely hear it, but the sound of his shallow, steady breathing was in her ears.

Even though her skeleton is delicate and Feng Xiyuan is also thin, but the two of them are crammed into this small bed that is not too big, but physical contact is inevitable.

As the minutes passed, Ye Lingyi maintained that posture and did not dare to move.

Finally, there was a faint sound of tiles on the roof.

Ye Ling Yi breathed a long sigh of relief, and when she was about to get up, the person beside her sat up one step ahead of her.

Feng Xiyuan moved in again and leaned against the wall inside.

"Watch for the husband, and the lady sleep at ease." The heavenly voice was bewitching and lazy again.

Ye Lingyi was silent for a while, of course she knew that someone would come tonight, she got up just to turn around on the couch, so close distance, it was not too late to turn over.

After all, this is his bed, no, of course the person who makes it has to be her.

But now, is he going to let it out?

She thought for a long time and couldn't think of a proper refusal, so she nodded: "Okay, if you are sleepy, just sleep." ”

People like them sleep very shallowly, and they will wake up when they are a little windy, and they can always start with someone by their side.

But this point is not true for her, no matter how many people guard, she still sleeps lightly.

So it makes no difference whether he keeps it or not.

Still, she couldn't think of a refusal.

After Ye Lingyi finished speaking, he said no more.

She sat up, leaned on the edge of the bed, bent her right knee, her left leg fell to the ground, the butterfly knife turned around and held it in the palm of her right hand, her right arm fell on her right knee, her left hand hooked the unlaid gauze behind her, and closed her eyes.

She is still very concerned about sleeping, so it is easy to find a safe and comfortable position in this square inch at the moment.

However, in her opinion, the most ordinary sleep, in the eyes of others, is not ordinary.

Feng Xiyuan frowned rarely: "Madam, what are you...... Why not lie down? ”

Ye Lingyi was slightly stunned, and then opened her eyes and made a voice to block Feng Xiyuan's idea of using the power of space to move to the couch.

She's not disgusted with him, hey.

"I'm used to it, not for you."

In fact, she rarely lies down to sleep, and even when she gets in bed.

For as long as I can remember, I spent most of my nights meditating on a special jade bed before the age of seven.

After the age of seven, she rarely slept on the floor by leaning on the corner of the bed when she was not on tasks or training at home.

It's not that she's deliberately masochistic, on the one hand, it's habitual to be on high alert, and she needs the perfect place to sleep where hiding and attacking coexist, and for a while, she even slept in the bedroom closet;

On the other hand, they don't want to be tormented by that nightmare.

Only on July 15 every year, she would use a large dose of sleeping pills to sleep once in absolute safety, in order to remind herself not to forget the blood and tears when she was seven years old.

Under the influence of these factors, over the years, it is only in this way that you can sleep a little more peacefully.

Feng Xiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, but her heart followed suit.

After a long silence, he suddenly lit a piece of spice in his palm and threw it into the incense burner in the middle of the room.

He turned his head and looked at her, his eyes fell directly into the purple eyes that were so intoxicating that he didn't dare to look at them more, and his expression was serious: "It's not a good habit, lie down and sleep!" ”

Ye Lingyi was stunned for a moment, staring at his dark eyes, frowning slowly, but before her brow could be completely furrowed, a warm finger came up.

"It's not a good habit either, get rid of it!"

is still an unquestionable commanding tone, which should be annoying, but when it comes out of his mouth, it makes people just want to obey.

As Feng Xiyuan's stunning face leaned over and came up close in front of him, Ye Lingyi just wanted to say something, when suddenly a sudden fragrant fragrance hit her.

She jerked and fell backwards without resisting.

Before his consciousness was completely dissipated, there were only four murderous English letters in his mind: Shit!

The incense in the incense burner is just a disguise!

It is true that she unknowingly locked the smoke near the incense burner, but the aroma clearly came from Feng Xiyuan's sleeve.

The moment he raised his finger to touch her brow, the strange aroma came flooding back.

Shit！

Of course, Feng Xiyuan would not let the little woman fall back on the pillow, but when he grabbed her neck, he frowned fiercely again.

After a while, looking at the seventeen strange knives of different shapes found in front of him from the little woman's hair, in the sleeves, behind the waist, and even on the side of the legs and ankles, Feng Xiyuan suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He had seen two of these strange knives, and he had only thought that she had taken them from her personal space, and that she had them fixed directly to her arm.

That's it, he doesn't say anything because of personal habits.

As for the fact that there are so many seventeen, it is not so shocking.

Fixation on the leg and so on, it's not like no one has done it.

But what about the two handfuls of hair tied around the neck?

Won't panic?

It was the silver needle he had seen her use, and he could take it off, and as for the silver needle in his clothes and hair, which he had not seen her use, there were thousands of them......

He tried a few times, except for the circle of the two cuffs, the silver needles in other places looked simple to fix, but they couldn't be removed at all!

In addition, there are also the five-colored wax pills strung together with five-colored silk threads that make people's scalps tingle when they fall around her waist; A closer look at the inside of the moon can see a thin to transparent flying knife made of immersion silver with leaky corners; The colorless powder that was sealed in the nails......

Finally knowing this by sight, I know why she hates troublesome little women who have such long hair and never tie it! Wear such complicated clothes and never tie your waist again!

If Ye Lingyi heard this, he would probably shout a sentence of injustice in his dying heart!

This ankle-length hair was left by the original owner at the behest of her mother! Although she also had long hair over her knees in her previous life......

This dress was given by Ruoshui and Bai Lianbing's girl, although she did wear it comfortably......

The above is visible to the naked eye, and what is not visible.

Feng Xiyuan glanced down at her colorful index finger......

Well, when I hugged her just now, I felt that there was something wrong with her waist, and I lost my sense of proportion in anxiety, and I forgot about the defense of men and women.

After a few twists and turns, he untied this deflating black dress, and while seeing the snow-white jade skin and colorful wax pills, his index finger couldn't help but focus on her lower abdomen, and then, that's it.

Thankfully, he has a ...... in his body

Alas~

He completely tossed her "arsenal" with him, and lost his temper.

As for whether there were any other novelties in the mezzanine of her clothes, he was completely uncurious.

Angry, powerless, helpless...... After all kinds of emotions churned in his chest, Feng Xiyuan fell silent again.

It is silence from the heart to the body.

The smile that had been hanging on his face finally completely dissipated, and the curvature of his delicate brows was so wrinkled that he might feel distressed if he was seen by others.

He always remembered the advice of his mother not to frown easily, and he had never made an exception for twenty years, but today......

Perhaps, since I met her, there have been few exceptions for her?

It's just that...... Feng Xiyuan looked at Ye Lingyi's unstable sleeping face, and raised her hand to gently smooth her eyebrows.

His lowered eyebrows and eyes were about to overflow with complexity, worry, and distress.

What kind of experience does this little woman have!

It seems that he still has a long way to go if he wants to pry open the door that must be closed very tightly by her!

In the middle of the night, when everything was quiet, the moonlight persevered and struggled to climb through the window and chase into the house, watching the immortal in its heart over and over again, tirelessly, soothing the frowning brow under the fingertips.

This night, very ordinary, there is one person, who is distressing the other.

Knowing Shao Ai.