The faint sound of the wind came into his ears, as if there was a drizzle of rain falling on the branches and leaves, Fu Cang moved slightly, opened his eyes in confusion, and saw the familiar green yarn embroidered with cloud patterns - Xiao Jiu brought him back to the Qingdi Palace?

He propped up the mattress to sit up, as soon as he moved the wound in his abdomen, there was a sharp pain, he frowned and opened the quilt, the loose crow green robe had already slipped on his waist, he was stunned to find that the turbidity on the wounds all over his body had faded countless times, and there were several small injuries that had been cleared.

Shouldn't he have slept for another dozen days?

Fu Cang subconsciously looked at the side of the bed, the blue Chunjun was placed next to the pillow, his brows couldn't help frowning, no, he had locked the dragon princess in Chunjun for so long.

He recited the mantra and released her from it, but who knew that the mantra was recited twice, but Chunjun didn't react at all. His brow furrowed deeper, and his palm tentatively probed Chunjun slightly—she wasn't there?

Some messy memories of his previous coma came back to his mind, and he seemed to wake up halfway through his sleep, fearing that she would be suffocated in the sword, so he had released her, and then he fell into a groggy sleep again, and has been asleep until now.

She ran away again?

Fu Cang turned over and got out of bed with a calm face, but he didn't want to step on a pair of soft boots on the soles of his feet, and when he looked down, these soft boots were slender and fiery red, and they were also inlaid with black gems for decoration, which was very beautiful.

It's the dragon princess's shoes, and she's still there.

Fu Cang put away his robe, walked quickly towards the outside of the house, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her crimson warrior suit on the ground, the wooden box in the corner of the wall was also opened, his clothes were messily drooping on the edge of the box, he was stunned for a moment, went out to the outhouse, and sure enough, it was turned into a mess again, the white paper was blown all over the ground by the wind, the door of the house was open, and the autumn rain was dripping outside, and the rain was blown in by the wind, and a lot of white paper was soaked.

On the wet nanmu cloister sat a slender figure, with his long hair scattered behind his back, wearing his old moire robe, and he didn't know what to do, his toes drew circles on the ground, and then he felt dirty, so he knocked his feet and let the rain wash away the mud and sand on it.

Fu Cang suddenly felt that this was the first time in his life that he felt that his lonely and deep courtyard was particularly vivid and pleasing to the eye.

He walked slowly with light steps, as if he heard a sound, the dragon princess immediately turned her head, and when she saw him, she pounced on him like a butterfly wearing flowers, and landed on his side, and did not speak, only looked him up and down with round eyes.

The bloodstains on her face were gone, and the thief must have not only rummaged over things, but also touched the bath and used it unceremoniously.

Fu Cang grabbed her shoulder, straightened her, and carefully looked at her complexion, her original pale face in the sea of hatred was now much more normal, and it seemed that there should be nothing wrong. He relaxed, and his fingertips twitched on the loose moire robe on her body: "...... Steal my clothes to wear?"

Xuanyi turned his head and pointed towards the cloud realm, the golden dragon turned into the scabbard of Chunjun was fiercely entrenched in that area, and as soon as she got close to it, she was about to swallow her, this murderous spell can only be thought of by Fu Cang.

"You slept for two days. She kept a straight face, very unpleasant, "I can't get out again." ”

As soon as the princess calmed down, she began to pay all kinds of attention, where could she endure the dried bloodstains all over her body, she bathed and changed her clothes, and rummaged through the house and did not find a suitable one, so she had to take out a relatively small piece of his old clothes and put it on temporarily, and she was still very dissatisfied.

Fu Cang was surprised in his heart, the turbidity in his wound was discharged so quickly? According to the crazy turbidity from Lihai Hai, it would take at least several months to drain it, and he had only slept for two days, and the turbidity was so light?

He couldn't figure it out, so he simply didn't think about it for the time being, seeing that Xuanyi was going to rub the mud and sand on his feet on the futon, he frowned and squatted down to catch her feet, arrogant and indulgent, who taught her to rub her feet on the futon?

Wiped her feet clean with her sleeve, Fu Cang looked at the messy house, and didn't know whether to laugh or sigh: "Little thief, turn my house into such a mess." ”

She continued to point confidently at the golden dragon in the clouds.

Fu Cang didn't say a word and pulled her into the house, he still had a bunch of things to teach and beat her, how could he let her run away so easily.

With a flick of his fingertips, the white paper on the ground returned to the bookcase one after another, re-pressed by the bronze paperweight, and the door of the house was closed, blocking the autumn wind and autumn rain outside, Fu Cang hooked a futon, and said lightly: "Sit down, I have something to ask you." ”

There was always a feeling that he was going to lose his temper, Xuanyi sat on the futon hesitantly, watching him go to the inner room to serve tea, and she secretly blew the moon window open in one breath, so that she could run away when he lost his temper.

Fu Cang came out with the tea case, his expression was calm, and he couldn't see what he was thinking, and pushed the teacup elegantly in front of her, and the Hua Xu clan who paid attention to etiquette came back: "There is no new tea, please forgive me." ”

After that, the fingertips were hooked again, and the moon window that she blew open was closed.

Xuanyi frowned and took a sip of tea, it was still light and tasteless, what kind of broken tea did his family drink. After waiting for a long time and not seeing him speak, she cleared her throat: "How is your injury?"

Fu Cang used his nails to outline the light blue pattern on the rim of the cup, and his voice was very faint: "I can't die." ”

Xuanyi only felt restless, the cold hairs on her back stood up, and the autumn rain fell on the towering trees in the courtyard, and the sound of the wind seemed strangely quiet, and it was this quietness that made her more and more panicked.

She had no choice but to take another sip of the bland and tasteless tea.

Fu Cang stared at her for a long time, she was wearing her old moire robe, and she still looked very wide, as if she was about to fly. Some soft emotions just overflowed his chest, and soon fell again. Her stubbornness, her selfishness, her determination to leave her pain to others—are truly hateful.

There was a faint haze in his eyes, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "This time, if I don't find you, you plan to go to the sea of hatred and die?"

The dragon princess hung her head, her eyelashes were shaking, she just didn't raise her eyes to look at him, and after a long time, she supported her chin to bypass the topic again, and said softly: "I'm hungry." ”

Fu Cang completely ignored her change of topic, and looked at her coldly: "Don't say hello?"

Her eyelashes finally raised, and she looked at him with tears in her eyes: "Senior Brother Fucang, I'm really hungry." ”

Anyway, the troubles are solved, they are all fine, she is very energetic, he looks more energetic, he has trapped her for two days, don't be angry.

Fu Cang's eyes narrowed, his gaze gloomy. It's like this every time, come willfully, go willfully, give him a lot willfully, and finally cut it off willfully. If you like it, why can you do it as you like? Die alone, and still want him to watch quietly? Do you still want to applaud her?

She always had to leave him behind.

“...... I told you to leave, what did you do?" he asked, word by word.

Xuanyi took a breath, put down the teacup and tried to get up: "I should still go back to ......"

A hand grabbed her arm, and Fu Cang's voice was very low: "Sit down, I'm asking you." ”

Xuanyi struggled hard, but he didn't know where his hand was, he trembled slightly, and a line of blood flowed from the wound on his neck that had not yet healed.

She was taken aback and immediately stopped moving.

(Zilang Literature)