Xuanyi slept for five or six days, and when she woke up, the pickets told her that Fu Cang was sick.

Probably because of the changes in the lower realm, he contracted the wind chill and was moved to the Vermilion Building, where the Peach Tree Earth Immortal was located, where the clear qi was full of energy, which was very beneficial to his illness.

As a mass of ice, Xuanyi was not allowed to approach him for the time being, and could only lie outside the window and watch for a while every day. He had a high fever that was intermittent, he looked quite bad, his face was white and red for a while, he was sweating profusely, and he was breathing heavily. The white-bearded peach tree fairy often used magic to treat him, but the situation was still good and bad.

For this inexplicable illness, the earth immortal did not hesitate: "The little immortal's ability is meager, why don't you go to the upper realm for help?"

The spirit chief shook his head, and this heavenly god, who had always been not very steady, rarely showed a trace of righteousness: "Fucang Shenjun is in the lower realm, but there is a cause, and everything that is destined has its own reasons. The reason why the Shan Xiao National Master could succeed was because the Divine Monarch went back to the Nether Realm to coerce that demon with Chunjun. And the reason why Fucang Shenjun can be accepted into the Qingdi Temple by you, an earth immortal, is because Shenjun once sat under the peach tree all night, and the divine power stirred up to make you form an immortal body early and give birth to a reason. The princess first had the handwriting of the Qing Emperor, and the second was to resolve the biggest karma for him, so she was allowed to approach. In addition, there is absolutely no reason for external forces to intervene, otherwise the precepts would not be a dead letter. Princess, don't approach Shenjun until he is well, otherwise he will die in this life, and he will have to come back again. ”

I don't know if she heard it, and she didn't give any response, so the peach tree earth fairy and the picket spirit officials had to sigh and leave separately.

Only Fu Cang's heavy wheezing sound was left in the room, just like that day in the Qingdi Palace, when he was punished by thorns.

Will he die? Will he suddenly die like A-Niang?

Xuanyi looked at him for a long time, rolled up his sleeves, and put all the snow gadgets he brought next to his pillow, what she did should be what he liked. Shrimp is probably what he likes to eat? Last time in Zhu Xuanyuyang Mansion, he picked it up and ate it. He used to be angry about the peony, so he should have liked it very much. In fact, she wasn't sure if he liked his dragon body very much, maybe he just liked to see how aggrieved and annoyed she used to be.

She brought him everything he liked, open it and take a look, he will definitely be happy.

Don't die, don't die, otherwise this evil relationship will be entangled for more and more time. She always indulges her willfulness in front of him, whether he is a god or a mortal, she always does it subconsciously, so she is always wrong.

There will be no more.

But how can we cut off this evil relationship for him?

Fu Cang on the bed suddenly turned over, opened his eyes, and his vision was blood-red, only to see a slender figure standing outside the moon window, his head coming in through the gap, and his two eyes were round and staring at him. This situation is really a little horrible and funny, and she squatted at the head of the bed at night with a bright eye.

Fu Cang looked at it for a long time, trying to find his hoarse voice: "Why don't you come in?"

Xuanyi was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Senior Brother Fucang, will you die?"

Fu Cang's heart was drowsy, and he murmured: "...... What do you call me?"

She didn't answer.

He listened to her breathing, which was much heavier than usual, and couldn't help asking, "Are you crying?"

Xuanyi shook his head: "Will you die?"

Fu Cang only felt that his consciousness was gradually fading away, and he couldn't help muttering: "How can Feng Han die......?

Before he could say a word, he fell asleep again.

The night gradually deepened, Fu Cang was awakened and fell into a deep sleep again after taking the medicine, the little snow loach was squeezed to the ground by his arm, the tail was disconnected, Xuanyi recalled it to refill the tail, Fang pinched it halfway, only to hear him start muttering something in a low voice again.

Did he dream? What did he dream of? The Green Emperor's Palace with green mountains and clear waters, the Mingxu Hall of the Three Hundred Courtyards, or the stupid lion in his house?

She stretched her neck hard, eager to become a goose, but she heard him repeat something, and suddenly there was a faint but clear sound, a name.

Finally heard his dream words.

Xuanyi looked at him in a daze, only to feel that her body was cold and hot, unprecedented, and even made her have the illusion that she couldn't breathe.

She knew what he wanted.

*

Fucang this serious illness, lingering sickbed for a month, the situation is good and bad, when it is good, you can get out of bed and take a walk in the Qingdi Temple, and when it is bad, you can only sit on the bed and read a book.

The weather was sunny on this day, Fu Cang got up early in the morning and felt a rare spirit, just drank the medicine, was bitter, suddenly saw the door was opened, a white figure floated in like a butterfly, followed by a cold face, a pair of soft hands covered on it, he couldn't help but be stunned.

Xuanyi stood on the edge of the bed with a smile and looked down at him: "Are my hands still cold?"

For more than a month she had only wandered outside the window, and had never come in, and if he went out, she would hide, and she would not be able to catch him, and he was irritated about it, and he could not imagine that today she would suddenly come and behave so intimately.

Fu Cang subconsciously held her hand, it was cold to the touch, but it was not biting, and she couldn't feel the cold when she leaned against her. She wore a snow-white coat over her intricate and gorgeous lotus coat, which looked like a man's clothes, too wide, and the sleeves and hem were dragged on the ground, but for some reason, he felt very familiar.

He subconsciously asked, "Whose clothes are these?"

This is the coat of Fucang in the upper realm that Qi Nan asked from the Qingdi side, and the cloud pattern totem on it can block the overflow of divine power, which is unique to the Hua Xu clan, and she put on this dress to get close to him, otherwise she will freeze this weak mortal.

"Guess what. Xuanyi let go of him with a smile, and when she saw a plate of osmanthus cake on the bedside table, she pinched one and ate it, while assigning him: "I want tea." ”

Fu Cang couldn't help but want to knock on her head, in the end he poured a cup of tea for her, sat on the edge of the bed with her, and took her too wide snow-colored coat in his hand to look through it. ”

When he came back to his senses, he saw that she was holding the book she had just read, and she was turning to the story of Zilu killing the tiger.

He was a little surprised: "Are you literate?"

At that time, it was important to pay attention to women's lack of talent is virtue, and she ...... Although he didn't know what it was, he was also a little girl, and his literacy inevitably surprised him.

Xuanyi was displeased: "Do I look like an idiot who can't read?"

Fu Cang suddenly smiled lowly: "You write two words and I'll take a look." ”

She turned her head: "I won't write." ”

He came to the bookcase, took the pen and ink paper, dipped it in ink for her, and handed the brush over: "Write." ”

Xuanyi was reluctant in every way, so he had no choice but to write the word "dragon" like a dragon flying and a phoenix.

Fu Cang squinted and looked at it for a while: "Your handwriting must be practiced well." ”

You have to practice your handwriting well, and the second time he said this to her, Xuanyi subconsciously wanted to say: When I am as old as you, my handwriting will look good.

She bit her lip again, looked down at her words and did not speak.

The side of the body suddenly warmed, Fu Cang opened his arms around her slender body, her hand holding the pen was also held in his palm, and a dragon was slowly written under her word "dragon", the handwriting was elegant and upright, and the words on her were like convulsions in comparison.

Fu Cang put his chin on the top of her head, and his voice was gentle: "I have to teach you to write when you have time." ”

Xuanyi smiled lightly: "I don't want you to teach, I love cursive." ”

Fu Cang pulled out the pen in her hand, and was separated from her for a month when he was emotional, his heart was difficult to suppress, his arms hugged her tightly, bowed his head and kissed her in the hair, his fingertips rubbed on her cheeks, and suddenly felt that her cold skin became hot, his heart moved, and he pulled her over, and sure enough, his face was crimson, and even his neck was red.

His lips fell on her forehead and he said softly, "Don't leave me." ”

He didn't care why she came, since she came, could she not go?

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