Chapter Seventy-Eight: Dogs and Horses
She walked around the South Garden, the usually deserted garden today because there are hundreds of disciples of the other hall, but it seems a little crowded, busy with a group of little fairy children, and they are all tired and panting.
There are a bunch of disciples who are laughing and laughing, but there is no Shaoyi, and it turns out that his ability to hide is also very high.
Xuanyi was irritable, Leng Buding was gently patted on the shoulder, Zhixi, who had been busy greeting the disciples of other halls, was so tired that she was sweating a little on her forehead, she stuffed her with a plate of refreshments, and smiled slightly: "Are you hungry?" I secretly left good things for you, Gu Ting and Fucang are over there, go sit and eat, I'll go over when I'm idle." β
After saying that, she ran again, like a spinning top, and had no time to sit down and rest.
Xuanyi looked down at the porcelain plate in her hand, there were four golden chestnut cakes in it, which was not a good thing, but it was better than this in the refreshments brought by the ancient court last time, so she kept picking this up and eating it, which made Zhixi think that she liked to eat this.
Gu Ting helped them to sit under a willow, Gu Ting was beckoning to her, she was a little reluctant to go over, but she didn't want to disobey Zhixi's kindness, after a pause, she still walked slowly towards the willow.
"Your injuries are healed?" Gu Ting couldn't help but be surprised when he saw that she was walking very neatly, didn't it mean that the Candle Yin Clan's injuries healed very slowly? It only took her one year to heal the wound that took thirty years to heal, it was a miracle.
Xuanyi sat on the stone bench with a smile and said, "I have meagre divine power, and I don't have any skills at all, so the wound will naturally grow quickly." β
Gu Ting couldn't figure out the coherence of her words, he couldn't talk to her all the time, she said casually, he had to ponder for a long time to figure out her strange thoughts, he simply didn't speak, just poured her a cup of tea, and continued the topic with Fu Cang with a smile: "It is said that if you awaken in the way of the sword, you should go to a dream for a thousand years, are you ready? It is not very comfortable to sleep for a thousand years." β
Xuanyi was burying her head in drinking tea and eating snacks, the words "a dream for a thousand years" suddenly got into her ears, her hand shook, the teacup overturned her, and she splashed a skirt of tea.
Never before had this little princess been so reckless, Gu Ting was surprised to see that the hem of her frost-colored lotus dress was stained by the tea, and with a flick of his fingertips, the tea seeped out from the skirt and flowed on the grass, and the frost-colored lotus dress was neat and dry again.
Xuanyi was surprised: "Senior Brother Guting, what kind of spell is this?"
Gu Ting was a little proud: "In the past few months, my father has taught me at home, and we should also learn some techniques, and if there is any accident again, we will also have more means of self-protection." β
After all, he is not stupid, Xuanyi didn't speak as soon as he came to Fucang, and when he mentioned that she had a dream for a thousand years, her tea was spilled, and he had no intention of staying here to get in the way, so he immediately got up and said with a smile: "I'll go and help Senior Sister Zhixi greet the disciples of the other halls, and wait for me to come over." β
...... That's the worst-case scenario. There was a dead silence under the willow tree, Xuanyi was eating refreshments slowly, and Fucang on the opposite side was motionless like a statue, and she didn't move, why did she leave?
As a result, he moved the next moment, Xuanyi almost jumped up as if he had been struck by lightning, and the cup of tea in the ancient court also turned over.
Fu Cang held the teapot and glanced at her indifferently - it turned out that he was just going to pour tea.
She pinched half a refreshment and turned her head away from him. It's not good, she seems to be a little wrong after seeing him today, she was shocked, it was too ugly.
Xuanyi put his empty teacup on the table and hooked his fingers: "Teapot." β
Who is she arrogantly commanding?Fu Cang looked at her, but still pushed the teapot to her hand. Xuanyi slowly poured himself full of tea, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and suddenly said: "You are going to dream for a thousand years?"
The white-clothed Divine Monarch on the opposite side had a calm face, without a trace of fluctuation, and his dark and deep eyes looked at her for a while, and said in a low voice: "What?"
Xuanyi was stunned for a long time, but she had nothing to say, she really couldn't "how".
She frowned and said lightly: "No, congratulations to Senior Brother Fucang." β
The golden chestnut cake became more and more unpalatable, and she simply threw it aside, lowered her head and slowly picked the closed-eyed dragon on her sleeve with her fingernails. After a long time, the ghost made the god worse, and she suddenly whispered cautiously: "Senior Brother Fucang, will I see you again after a thousand years?"
Fu Cang remembered that in the glow of that day, she asked almost the same question, with a hint of loneliness on her face, and the cold long hair held in his palm...... They closed their eyes, all his struggles had become so hard and difficult, and she was still trying to drag him down.
It should not continue to sink, and the absurd ambiguity should have ended in Qingqiu.
Xuanyi waited for a long time until he drank tea silently over there, what about his Huaxu etiquette? Just now, he didn't say a word of greeting, and he even did a series of evil deeds to her before, pinching her shoulders and neck, breaking her fingers and scratching her wrists.
She got up with a calm face, and suddenly she didn't want to stay here for a moment. She couldn't tell if she didn't want to see him cold, or if she didn't want to see her defeated.
Xuanyi turned around in annoyance and left.
She couldn't touch it anymore, the dark silver thread embroidery on his cuffs, and only she knew what it felt like to pick it up. Only she knew what it was like to sleep in his sleeve, there was no smell on him, it was as clean as the wind of the divine realm.
And the taste of his hot lips touching his fingertips.
Xuanyi's face suddenly turned crimson, but it quickly turned pale again.
Those were nothing, and she quickened her pace. That's nothing, it's nothing.
The silver bell-like laughter of the goddesses came along the breeze on Waka Lake, and Xuanyi squinted at it, and Shaoyi, who had not been found before, was surrounded in the middle like the stars holding the moon, but he was leisurely and laughing happily.
She would tell him to never laugh again.
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When Xuanyi walked to the flower dock, Shaoyi was talking and laughing with Yingying Yanyan and a group of young goddesses, she estimated that at least half of the female disciples of the other halls in the garden today were occupied by him, and I really didn't know what means he had.
A goddess blindfolded him with a handkerchief, and a goddess on the side grinned: "Shaoyi, do you want to eat golden chestnut paste cake or mung bean cold cake?"
Shaoyi's voice sounded a different kind of temptation: "I want to eat you." β
The goddesses laughed and trembled, and when they saw Xuanyi slowly approaching, the gods couldn't help but change color when they saw the embroidery of the dragon with closed eyes on her clothesβit was the princess of the Candle Yin Clan! Xuanyi put his finger to his lips and motioned for them to keep silent, and pointed the other hand to the outside of the flower dock.
It's broken, could it be that the little princess of the Candle Yin Clan is jealous? Who of them can afford to provoke the Candle Yin Clan? At that moment, the goddesses retreated silently and ran out of the flower dock.
Xuanyi walked to Shaoyi's side quietly, turned his palm over, and a ball of candle white snow appeared, throwing it into his mouth, he "hmm", and he couldn't raise his head for a long time with his mouth covered in pain.
"Is it delicious?" she asked, laying her handkerchief on the floor and sitting gracefully beside him.
Shaoyi pulled the handkerchief underneath, covered his lips and turned his head to look at her, his brows furrowed almost knotted.
Xuanyi picked up the teapot from the ground, kindly poured a cup of tea and handed it over: "Rinse your mouth." β
Shaoyi poured down a cup of tea without saying a word, put the cup down, and a rare trace of coldness appeared on his face that had always been smiling: "You are too reckless." β
Xuanyi said lightly: "Senior Brother Shaoyi, I haven't been in vain for a day or two, please don't bear with me." Your attitude of selling off the guan makes me unhappy, and if I am not happy, I will inevitably make the person who makes me unhappy even more unhappy. β
"So?" asked Shaoyi rhetorically.
"You love to be close to the goddesses, don't you?" Xuanyi looked at him and smiled, "What you said in Qingqiu that day made me think of it until now, if you don't tell me the truth for a day, don't want to get close to the goddesses for a day, Zhongshan Dragon God Candle Yin Clan, do what you say." "Website of this site:, please support this site!
(Zilang Literature)