I remember that when Fucang was 3,000 years old, the round outline of his childhood had begun to grow a little, and because he was born with clear eyebrows and beautiful lips and white teeth, he looked like a little goddess.

Emperor Qing occasionally had an interest, so he would pat his little head and sigh: "I'm afraid this child won't be quiet when he grows up." ”

Later, he found that before Fucang grew up, he was already quiet.

One day, on the birthday of the Red Emperor, the Qingdi couple took the little Shenjun of Fucang to the banquet, and Wu Hui, the eldest son of the Red Emperor who was 6,000 years old at the time, saw him stunned, and his eyes were nailed to his face, and he couldn't pick them off. Not only him, but also many of the little gods of the same generation also peeked here, the Qingdi couple didn't pay attention, Fucang was surrounded by a group of little gods who loved beauty, and the delicious refreshments and snacks in front of him were piled up, and everyone gave him their favorite snacks.

"This little princess is so beautiful, she must marry me when she grows up in the future!" A certain little god monarch who looked to be only four or five thousand years old had already begun to think about the future of the gods.

Fu Cang glared at him very unkindly, and his cold eyes scared the little god monarch into tears.

Emperor Qing smiled bitterly and beckoned to him: "Fucang, come here." ”

The little beauty like a jade pile of snow got up, and the little god monarchs realized that he was dressed as a god monarch, and his steps and demeanor were very clean and neat, and in an instant, the little god monarchs were shocked like birds and beasts.

Emperor Qing cleared his throat, and suddenly turned his head to look at his wife: "It's better to be entangled by the little gods than by the little gods, right?"

Madame shook her head: "...... In some ways, it's worse. ”

After going back, Mrs. changed the dress for Fucang, the soft hair was no longer coveted for beauty and rolled into various buns, and the colorful and complicated clothes were also replaced by simple white robes, she gently instructed Fucang: "Wear it like this in the future, don't wear flower clothes." ”

So the white-clothed Fucang Shenjun, at the age of 22,000, became famous for a sword dance at the wedding banquet of the emperor's daughter, and since then he has started his career of being admired and chased by goddesses and banshees from all walks of life.

The only thing that can make the old man happy is that Fu Cang prefers to stay alone in his courtyard than to go out to fool around, reading quietly one by one, and lazily practicing kendo.

At that time, even if the goddesses from all walks of life admired the Fucang Divine Monarch, except for the nagging Xihe Divine Monarch, most of them were still more reserved and less wild towards him, and perhaps for them, it was better to watch this cold Divine Monarch from a distance than to really lean over and stick a cold face to the cold buttocks.

So every time Fu Cang goes out, in addition to being stared at by countless eyes, there is not much real inconvenience, and he can no longer imagine that the first real temptation he faced was from his friend's fiancée.

When Gu Ting was 28,000 years old, he met Princess Tuxiang Shanfu Luo because of a wine banquet, and was immediately conquered by this beautiful and enthusiastic goddess, and fell in love.

Gu Ting's engagement banquet was quite grand, probably because he was too happy, the banquet was not half over, Gu Ting was already drunk, and dragged the shy Fu Luo to toast Fu Cang, and he couldn't say clearly: "Fu Cang...... This is Froe...... Come, you toast me......"

Fu Luo reminded him in a low voice: "It's right that we toast Fucang Shenjun." ”

She pinched the wine glass, smiled, her eyebrows were full of spring, she stepped forward and gently touched the cup on the wine glass in Fucang's hand, paused for a moment before taking it back, and said softly: "Fucang Shenjun, I heard that you have a very good relationship with the ancient court, you are younger than me, so I will call you Brother Fucang, okay?"

The drunken Gu Ting laughed out loud because of the words "Brother Fucang", and in the laughter, Fu Luo quietly pinched Fucang's little finger, and the white-clothed Shenjun took two steps back, silently drank the wine in the toast, and reflexively avoided it.

That night, the guests stayed on Kaohuang Immortal Island, and after Fu Cang finished reading the books he brought, Fang blew out the silver lamp, but there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Fucang, open the door. Flobi's voice sounded softly outside.

Fu Cang's brows furrowed, he didn't move, and his voice was cold: "What's the matter?"

Fu Luo said lightly: "It's because he drank too much in the ancient court, and he was going crazy with alcohol, and the servants couldn't restrain him, so it was so late that it was not good to alarm the old man of the flower emperor." ”

Fu Cang's brows furrowed even deeper, he let go again, got up and opened the door neatly, and the next moment a bright shadow flashed, and he threw himself into his arms. The gown on her body was illuminated by the moonlight, as transparent as it was.

Fu Cang turned his body to the side, avoided her movements, grabbed a chair with his backhand, and knocked her knee down, and Fu Luo sat down involuntarily.

"You're hurting me. She said delicately, cocking her legs, holding the sore spot with one hand, and her bare legs peeking out from under the gauze.

Fu Cang put on his coat, picked up the book he brought, and said lightly: "Close your eyes." ”

Fu Luo closed her eyes happily, and after waiting for a long time without any movement, she timidly called him: "Brother Fucang?"

There was no response, she opened her eyes in astonishment, only to find that the white figure had long been lost in the guest room, the door was closed and locked, and the moon window was also locked, and she was locked in this room by this god monarch!

When Fu Cang found the ancient court, he was already drunk and completely asleep, and he wanted to summon the rain and dew to wake him up and remind him that the fiancée he was looking for was really not like words, but after thinking about it, he still didn't move.

Gu Ting seemed to be deeply trapped, and so happy that he was even engaged. If he hadn't been engaged, he would have told him without hesitation that it would be a very big blow to a clan like the Flower Emperor Yao who cared about face, and to cancel the marriage contract just after getting engaged.

This matter should be slowed down first, or let Gu Ting himself slowly perceive it, otherwise he will be excited to the peak and suddenly fall into the abyss of pain, which must be uncomfortable.

The wind was howling, and Fu Luo, who had finally escaped from the guest room, turned into a gust of wind and fell behind her, she stared at Fu Cang like resentment and fear, and the transparent gauze on her body was flushed with a layer of purple, and finally it was no longer transparent.

Fu Cang summoned a large canopy of rain and dew, and threw all his brains on Gu Ting's face, so startled that he rolled up and shouted in amazement. The white-clothed Divine Monarch left quietly, leaving only four words: "It's good to do it yourself." ”

Since Fu Luo, Fu Cang has always stayed away from those goddesses who can throw autumn waves, until he meets a dragon princess who throws winking at him at every turn.

At first, he thought that she and Fu Luo were all the way.

Afterward, he thought, it didn't seem to be the same.

In the end, he thought, it would be better to throw her autumn waves and flatter her eyes.

One day, a long, long time later, the dragon princess suddenly asked him: How did Senior Sister Fu Luo hook up with you in the first place?

After a moment of deep thought, Fu Cang decided not to tell her the truth.

It seems safer not to tell her, the white-clothed Shenjun who keeps peach blossoms thinks so. Website of this site:, please support this site!

(Zilang Literature)