On the thirtieth day of spiritual damage, Fucang did not even have the strength to turn over.

It was another exhausting morning, and he couldn't sleep for several nights, quietly looking at the familiar blue tent.

This is his courtyard, the place where he hides in the deepest part and never allows anyone to trespass at will, and it is his last peaceful home.

But even this place is dyed with the color of ice and snow by the dragon princess. The cyan tent roof gradually seemed to turn into her long fluffy hair, and Fu Cang suddenly closed her eyes, but her pale and lonely gaze appeared in front of her.

There is nowhere to run.

She's really going to kill him.

When his father sent him to the lower realm of His Royal Highness Cangsheng to settle the karma, his expression was solemn: "The karma is different, even if the nether realm is settled, it may not be able to truly break this evil fate, do you know what you really want?"

Fu Cang thought, let him forget her, just as if nothing had happened, no one should blame, let the crooked trajectory be corrected again, just a wrong love.

"Father, don't look for her. He whispered.

There is no need to disturb her purity, they are not all the way, not to mention, his appearance is really not good-looking.

But my father still wrote to the dragon princess, and she really came.

The emperor sang the karma, the spiritual recovery, at that moment, he suddenly woke up, what he wanted was not to forget, and she, who had always known, also gave him what he really wanted.

Looking at each other, Fu Cang saw her gentle and sad eyes, when she was in the upper realm, she had never had this kind of look, but in the lower realm, she always showed such a look in her eyes.

Is it because you are facing a completely pure and ignorant him, or is it because you know that the Nether will end up all this in a dream?

Don't let it be a bubble – stay and don't leave, wait for him, he'll be there as soon as possible.

But when Fucang came to the nether, she was still gone.

A thin layer of frost formed under the emperor's mulberry, and the courtyard of the Qingdi Temple was buried by ice and snow, and he slowly chased along the traces of the dragon princess until he saw the imperial tomb engulfed by heavy snow.

On the stele lay all the snow knick-knacks she had pinched for him in those days, all of which had been carefully re-carved, and each one was exquisite. Fu Cang held them, only to feel that the snow all over the imperial tomb was pressed on his heart, as if he couldn't breathe.

Turning around, the sky fell, the mountains and forests were white, and the last place she spent in the mortal world was his tomb.

What did he miss, and what did he misunderstand?

The morning light fell on the candle-shaded white snow all over the mountains, and there was a little cold light, like a flash of tears in her eyes, she neither said nor moved, so cruelly and calmly cut off everything.

It was his stupidity and youthfulness that got things to this point.

*

When he came to Zhongshan, he came out to greet the priest Qi Nan with a sad face, and when he saw Fucang, he seemed to have another layer of remorse, and without waiting for him to speak, he spoke first: "Fucang Shenjun, please go back, princess...... Didn't want to see any visitors. ”

She didn't want to see it, he could wait, wait a thousand years, two thousand years, he could wait until she wanted to see her.

But Priest Qi Nan's grief was too obvious, and he sighed again: "I shouldn't have forced the princess like that...... She had that kind of thing when she was a child, how could I force her to ......"

Juvenile? Is it the death of Emperor Zhongshan's wife?

Qi Nan said in a low voice: "Fucang Shenjun, you have a straightforward style, elegant and respectful, and there will be a better goddess to accompany you in the future, you ...... Let go of my princess, she has a heavy heart and a strange temper, and she tossed you like that before, she is really ...... Not worthy of you. ”

Fu Cang was silent for a moment, and said lightly: "This kind of thing, only whether you like it or not, I like her." ”

The straightforward "I like her" made Qi Nan's eyes red, and he held back tears and hung his head and smiled: "If the princess hears this, she will toss you again...... It's late, it's late, help Cangshenjun go back. ”

Fu Cang reflexively rose against the wind and said slowly: "I will come again tomorrow." ”

The first tomorrow, the second tomorrow, the third ...... Many tomorrows passed, and he persistently came, and the dragon princess persistently refused to come out to see him. Fifty years have passed, and in the early morning of that day, Fu Cang suddenly felt as if there was some realization in his heart, and the clear qi enveloped him, shaking endlessly.

The time has come for a thousand years of dreams.

Fu Cangqiang didn't sleep, walked to the bookcase, took pen and ink, and faced the blank letter paper, but he couldn't write anything.

What to write to her? his apologies, his remorse, his love?

With the ice and snow intelligence of the dragon princess, how could she not understand this? Her insistence on not seeing and avoiding him was not to blame him, but to hope that the knife called affection would no longer hang in her heart.

Don't go, don't leave him. If everything can be done again, he will never let loneliness devour her, nor will he persecute her in such a hurry, whether he wants to be a vindictive enemy, or wants to stick to him to the ends of the earth, he will accompany her.

A thousand words, there is no way to speak.

Fu Cang put the blank letter paper into Hua Xu's envelope and passed it out by magic.

He was always one step late, and there were once so many exaggerated fates that seemed to have all disappeared at this time, and the thread that held him and her evil relationship was broken, as if it could never be continued. If the front edge is cut off, then let everything start again, he will always be there, and he will always wait for her.

*

Another lonely dawn came, and Fu Cang opened his eyes, and the familiar cyan tent was still in sight.

Since he woke up from a dream for 4,000 years, nothing has changed, but nothing has changed, and after Zhongshan was hidden in a mist-shrouded barrier, even the patrolling priests no longer came out.

How is the dragon princess doing in it today? Will she smile more? If she can laugh, it will be good.

He got up to wash and change his clothes, and hurriedly had breakfast before leaving the Qingdi Palace.

The Qing Emperor, who had been silent about this matter for all these years, finally couldn't help but speak: "Fucang, Princess Xuanyi of the Candle Yin Clan is willing to settle the karma for you in the lower realm, and I am very grateful to her for this, but I am not optimistic about you having any more dealings with her." If a goddess really likes you, she will never torture you for so long. ”

Yes, but she really likes him, and she wants to torture him just as much. It's always like this, one moment I want to give her the softest and most beautiful thing in the world, and the next moment I hate to crumple her into pieces with my hands.

Until now, all the extreme emotions that he can appear and bear in his life have been given to the dragon princess, and he can no longer return to the silence of the past. If you have never been loved, it will not be fatal after all, and once you have tasted the taste of bone erosion, you will sink in this life.

Emperor Qing cleared his throat again: "A few days ago, the Red Emperor told me about Princess Yanxia, when she ended the karma in the lower realm, thanks to your kendo awakening, she can be sheltered, it just so happens that Emperor Bai Ze and his old man have been lazy and refused to teach recently, taking advantage of the holiday, the Red Emperor and his daughter officially came to thank you, you must stay in the Qingdi Palace tomorrow." ”

In his heart, he was not very satisfied with Yanxia in the end, but the two families had a very good relationship, and Yanxia was much stronger than the evil Candle Yin Clan's princess after all.

Fu Cang silently left the Blue Emperor Palace, and his sword path had only sheltered one goddess since the moment he got Chunjun.

The next day, the Red Emperor's family really came, and after the fate was settled, Yanxia's face was much less childish, and even the words were much less than in the past, and she only sat in the light moon pavilion with her head bored and counted the rice in the bowl one by one.

Fu Cang sat opposite, just slowly sipping Luo Fuchun cup by cup, and neither of them spoke.

Mrs. Red Emperor was embarrassed, and tried to get some topics for the two of them with a dry smile: "You two children, you are the same family, and you have both reached the lower realm, and you can say so many things, why are you all stuffy gourds?"

Qingdi Wen said: "I think there are many elders here, help Cang, take Princess Yanxia to visit the Qingdi Palace, you are the master." ”

Fu Cang put down the wine glass and said lightly: "Senior Sister Yanxia, please come with me." ”

At this time, it was the early winter, the lakeside avenue was cold and windy, and there was a thin layer of ice on the lake, and the two of them walked for a long time, after all, it was Yanxia who broke the silence: "Senior Brother Fucang, Senior Brother Guting...... Are you still blaming me?"

She returned to the Mingxu Hall after finishing the karma, and never dared to take the initiative to talk to Gu Ting, because the incident in the South Garden last time was too big, Gu Ting was also faint to her, not as enthusiastic as before, the more he was like this, the more she didn't dare to apologize to him.

Fu Cang stopped and looked back at her: "Gu Ting is by no means narrow-minded. ”

Yanxia lowered her head and played with her fingers: "Then, then you say, if I apologize to him, will he forgive me?"

This princess ended her karma and almost ended her infatuation with Shaoyi, and she looked a lot calmer, but in fact she was still the same, and she wanted to ask for help when she caught anyone in trouble.

Fu Cang thought for a while: "The object of his blame should not be you." ”

Yan Xia breathed a sigh of relief, and then became more nervous for some reason: "Then, when Mr. restarts teaching, I will go and apologize to him...... Senior Brother Fucang, can you help me say something good?"

She asked twice, but there was no response, but she saw Fu Cang staring at the two huge golden carp jumping up in the Chengjiang Lake. She remembered what she had heard about the entanglement between Fucang and Xuanyi after returning to the Mingxu Palace, and to be honest, she didn't expect the two of them to get together at all.

Is it about Xuanyi's princess who escaped from the evil spirit that can't stand him? Yanxia secretly guessed, just like Shaoyi did to her. Now when it comes to Shaoyi, she no longer has any waves, thinking back to the past, she is obsessed and entangled, and there is only a hint of amusement, so Yanxia did not stop her curiosity and asked: "Senior Brother Fucang, what is the matter between you and the little junior sister?"

Who knew that Fu Cang asked rhetorically: "How does Senior Sister Yanxia feel about Shaoyi now?"

Yan Xia smiled: "Aren't you also ending the karma? Naturally, you should know that it's just like the wind passing through the trees, and the disrupted trajectory returns to normal." ”

But he wasn't, the trajectory became more and more chaotic, and he fell deeper and deeper.

Fu Cang reflexively walked forward: "I already have a place in my heart, and I hope that the friendship with my senior sister will last forever." ”

Yanxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief again, to be honest, she really didn't adapt to Fucang's cold temperament, so she didn't dare to laugh at will.

The two little gods slowly finished walking around Chengjiang Lake, this matter naturally did not work, the Red Emperor's family was very regretful, the Red Emperor was very optimistic about Fucang, who knew that his daughter was going to be born and the merry god of the Qingyang clan, it was easy for the daughter's bad fate to end, and here Fucang was entangled with the princess of the Candle Yin clan.

It seems that this in-laws are not destined to get married.

That night, the Qingdi and Fucang talked for a long time, but in the end it was fruitless, thinking that this natural stubbornness was the same as his mother.

*

The sound of the rain swirled in his ears, the morning light faintly penetrated the green gauze tent, the dawn of the rain in the Qingdi Palace, and when Fucang woke up, he only felt that his body and mind were at peace.

There was a familiar aroma in the wind, and he subconsciously touched his side, but he touched it empty, and was surprised to find that the dragon princess, who had always gone to bed early and got up late, was not sleeping next to him.

On the three days of the wedding, guests from all walks of life came and went, and she barely slept much, so she got up so early today?

Fu Cang walked barefoot to the outer room, and saw the dragon princess wearing his coat, leaning on the nanmu corridor to look at the morning light covered by clouds and rain, the drizzle drenched her feet, and the scattered long-sleeved hair was also wet and dripping.

I can't get tired of seeing such a scenery in my life.

Sensing him approaching, Xuanyi turned his head and smiled at him, leaned his head on his shoulder softly, and said softly: "I thought I would move to the Qingdi Palace on the top of Taishan." ”

He was supposed to go, but he didn't.

"I still prefer this side. She cocked her toes and nimbly shook off the rain from above, "I liked it the first time I came." ”

He, too, prefers it here.

"That's why you always turn my house up so much?" Fu Cang flicked the droplets from her hair and laughed.

She turned her head: "If you ask me to turn it over somewhere else, I won't turn it." ”

He knocked on her head very lightly, then put his arm around her shoulder, and leaned on the nanmu corridor to watch the rain falling from the sky, and the fine and slight sound of falling rain sprinkled on the leaves of the towering tree, on him and her, and on his heart.

Peaceful and profound, peaceful and quiet.

"Do you want to sleep a little longer?" the dragon princess, who was a rare early riser in her arms, began to yawn again.

Coincidentally, he was also a little lazy as well. This time we hugged each other and fell asleep, and it would be better if we could wake up together. Website of this site:, please support this site!

(Zilang Literature)