Bright daylight peeked through the small hole at the top into the dark cell, and the bright light fell next to the shoes.

Zhixi has seen the same scene for 2,000 years.

In the past two thousand years, she has regretted it, and even had the idea of breaking her promise and quietly leaving the prison, but she still persevered. Perhaps for her, staying in the prison is not just for the guilt of Xuanyi, but for a kind of redemption and sublimation of herself.

The cramped cell is now full of all kinds of official documents, and the head of the criminal department often sends her some things to deal with, no matter how politely she refuses, it is useless.

There's another lot to attend to today. Zhixi sighed and opened the official document, and suddenly heard the door in the corridor of the cell being opened, and the sound of footsteps came one after another, and after a while, the footsteps stopped in front of her door, and a soft voice that had not been seen for a long time sounded: "Senior sister." ”

The official document in Zhixi's hand slid to the ground, and when he looked up, through the light bound by the mantra, Xuanyi's figure was slender and blurred.

Is it emotion, is it guilt, is it joy, is it shameless?

The sudden taste made Zhixi stunned in place.

Xuanyi quietly looked at the shadow in the gloomy cell. I like her in my heart, so I take care of my thoughtful sister, and I don't like her in my heart, but I must uphold the justice of the sister.

She pursed her lips and said lightly: "At that time, I was very relieved to be the first to meet my senior sister. ”

But she lived up to this peace of mind. Zhixi's eyes, which had dried up for two thousand years, were suddenly soaked with tears again, and she turned her head and pressed her eyes with her sleeve.

Xuanyi's voice was soft: "Actually, I was planning to kill my senior sister at that time. ”

...... Zhixi looked at her in astonishment.

"I'm glad I didn't do it in the end. Xuanyi's eyes narrowed behind the black veil, "Senior sister should be like me and be more tolerant of herself." ”

Zhixi didn't know what to say, and her tears didn't seem to be able to flow.

But hearing this strange little princess, she suddenly sighed again, and her tone became helpless: "Senior sister really has no vision at all. ”

Others Yanxia chose Guting later, and Zhixi was half killed in the pit of Shaoyi.

Zhixi was annoyed by the guilt she said at first, but soon, her expression became quiet and clear again, this infatuation that had made her crazy and upside down, and diverged countless strange fantasies, had long since disappeared in two thousand years, and the sea of hatred that she had hidden in her heart, dark and deep, and useless, also disappeared.

Shaoyi actually said it right once, what she was obsessed with was a phantom after all, just like when she was obsessed with Fucang, she held her head high, living in the illusion she had constructed, and refused to look down at the truth.

So she lowered her head and laughed with relief: "...... Yes, I don't really have much vision. ”

Xuanyi's laughter went away: "Come out quickly, Senior Sister, in a few months, Senior Brother Guting and Senior Sister Yanxia will get married, let's go to watch the ceremony together." ”

Zhixi hurriedly chased after the mantra bondage, but when she saw that the powerful restraints were torn by Xuanyi, she chased them out of the cell and said loudly: "Xuanyi, I'm sorry. ”

What are you sorry for? If the two of them were to change up, she would not have such noble sentiments, and the senior sister really loved to toss herself.

Xuanyi shook his hand, and the hem of his lotus-colored robe disappeared into the dark corridor.

*

The closed curtains were abruptly opened, and the light from the not-so-bright courtyard penetrated the moonlight and illuminated the bedroom.

The spring is rainy, the Qingdi Palace, a place that often rains, is drizzling almost every day, the deep and quiet courtyard is full of water vapor, the clouds are steaming and mist, and the crystal water droplets fall one by one from the top of the cloister of Nanmu, like a crystal curtain.

Fu Cang looked back at the green gauze tent, and the figure inside was still sleeping.

Since waking up, she has been like the newborn candle yin dragon god, sleepy at every turn, sleeping for three or five days, this sleep has been sleeping for four days, yesterday began to turn over the action gradually became more, I think it should be about to wake up.

The cool spring breeze poured into the room, Fu Cang put on his coat, thought about it, still didn't close the curtains, pushed open the door and broke the cloud realm out, and the priests passing by saluted with a smile, while saying: "Shenjun, the immortal apricot blossoms in the garden bloomed the day before yesterday." ”

Such a coincidence, she must have been happy to see it.

After practicing swords on the shore of Chengjiang Lake, when I returned to the house, I saw that the dragon princess had woken up, sitting on the edge of the bed and covering her eyes with her sleeves, looking strange and pitiful.

With a flick of her fingertips, the curtains closed, and the room suddenly fell into a reassuring darkness.

"You did it on purpose. Xuanyi pursed her lips, as if she was afraid that she would run away secretly, he made the room so bright when he wasn't there, she woke up and was almost blinded again, why is this guy so fierce?

Fu Cang pretended not to hear, squatted on the side of the bed and brushed her long hair away, looked at her face carefully, and said in a low voice: "Xianhua apricot blossoms are blooming, do you want to go and see it?"

She immediately happily hooked his neck: "Yes." ”

She still had a flush on her face that she had just woken up, and even her lips were much more delicate than before, Fu Cang suddenly didn't think much about it, and then went to see the apricot blossoms, and her fingertips rubbed on her lips for a moment, and she couldn't help but look up and kiss her.

After two thousand years, he couldn't be gentle, and he tried his best to release in the darkness where he couldn't see his fingers, biting and licking and sucking, he really wanted to dismantle her and take her down, and attack the city and land between her lips and teeth again and again, demanding her response, until she was supple and clinging over, and her skin was hot.

In the entanglement, Xuanyi only felt his palm pass through his clothes and hold it on his bare shoulder. Xu was because of the loss of dragon scales, this hand strength made her feel a slight pain, she began to wriggle like a freshly caught fish, her voice trembled: "It hurts." ”

But her tone obviously didn't seem to be hurting.

Either it hurts a little more, their time together is too short, and only pain can be savored.

Fu Cang leaned down and bit her shoulder, tossing and turning, and soon a blue-red bruise appeared on the jade-porcelain-like skin. He rubbed his fingertips for a moment, feeling a strange pleasure, and couldn't help but kiss heavily along the curve of his shoulder.

Poor Xuanyi, who has no dragon scales, is like an ant on a hot pot, and his body is really tofu in his hand at this moment, and he leaves ambiguous traces when he pinches and bites, a little painful, but it is not so painful, and he can't say how he feels.

The darkness that had been reassuring to her suddenly became hot, and his body was turned over, his lips lightly biting her back, and a hand wrapped around her again, covering her grave breast.

She had become a bird with folded wings in his arms, her waist was clasped, her shoulders were buckled, as if she was going to lose her breath, and there was nowhere to escape, and the poisonous wine of the luscious ocean had salted her marrow to the core, and she would probably indulge in it even to her soul.

Fu Cang held her chin and turned her face halfway, in the darkness and darkness, the silhouette of her side had a faint snow light, and he went to kiss the corner of her lips, one by one, accompanied by the movement of his palm. The dragon princess kicked her feet on the quilt again, why did she always like to hide? His hand went down the soft arc and landed where she would hide even more.

Just hide, fall into the gods, and seek your own death, these accounts have been separated by two thousand years, and they must be settled clearly after all. He retaliated and bit the corner of her lip.

(Zilang Literature)