Outside clear.

In the dim room where the curtains were closed, a slender and naked calf fell outside the green gauze tent, and after a while, this calf was caught back into the tent, Fu Cang held the soft and boneless delicate jade foot in his hand to play, and saw that there were also a few bruises on the instep, so he gently rubbed it with his fingertips.

Another foot rested on his bare chest, and the tip of the foot followed the slender and powerful line all the way down ambiguously, falling on the abdomen, and continuing downward.

Fu Cang couldn't help but grab it, and with a gentle tug, the dragon princess's body fell into her arms, she has always been slow to heat, and at first she always had to dodge for a while, before she was willing to sink into the indulgent dragon nature, and her temperament was the same.

Her ears and temples grinded, her body writhed like a snake in her arms, and the tide of ecstasy and excitement devoured him, and she was unapologetic. Fu Cang's lips fell on her collarbone, and there was a little more bruising.

I don't know how long it took, all the hustle and bustle settled, Fu Cang wrapped around her body, her eyelashes were wet with sweat, and the tiny droplets of water condensed on it, he lowered his head and kissed it, and there was some regret in his heart, it was too indulgent, she slept for two thousand years before waking up, it shouldn't be so early, it should be moderate.

Her bare shoulders were dotted with countless bruises, Fu Cang ruffled her long hair, and sure enough, her neck was all over it, he rubbed it carefully for a moment, and continued to regret it for a while, and felt indescribable pleasure for a while.

Suddenly, she said a little hoarsely: "Senior Brother Fucang, I want to see Xianhua apricot blossoms." ”

...... Now? Fu Cang blew out, and the closed curtains were opened, and the night was dark outside.

It's good.

Fu Cang put on her own robe, the neckline was tightly tied to block all ambiguous traces, and then took a black veil to cover her eyes, even the cold moonlight would hurt her fragile eyes now.

Hua Xu's barrier was erected around his body, blocking the continuous spring rain, and Fu Cang held her with one hand and went down the huge and long steps, and the wooden shoes made a crisp sound.

The wind and rain in the Qingdi Palace at night are continuous, and in this huge and silent landscape, it seems that only the two of them depend on each other.

Xuanyi watched quietly for a while, and suddenly said, "Senior Brother Fucang, where is His Majesty the Green Emperor?"

The Qing Emperor must have known about the fact that she had been sleeping in the Chunjun Sword all these years, and it was estimated that his old man might not be very happy.

Fu Cang said: "Father should be accompanying my mother to go out to play." ”

He still has a mother?!Xuanyi was a little surprised, how could she never see it?

"Mother is the daughter of Emperor Taiyi above the thirty-three days, and has always pursued the immortality of nature, but unfortunately the reincarnation of the hundred generations has not been completed, and almost wants to be destroyed, so my father realized that the sword qi turned into a dark light, and put the mother's soul and body into the Huaxu Peach Wood Sword to shelter, she has lived in the Peach Wood Sword since then, and no one can see her except her father. ”

I really can't see His Majesty the Blue Emperor being so single-minded, Xuanyi sighed again, compared to her father, she suddenly felt miserable.

Fu Cang pulled the broken hair from her ear for her, and said warmly: "They all like you a lot." ”

Why didn't she believe it at all? But it didn't matter. Xuanyi hooked his neck.

The apricot blossoms in the garden have indeed bloomed for the most part, and the palm-sized flowers are clustered, swaying in the wind in the drizzle. Enjoying the flowers in the night rain and falling all over the ground really has another poignant taste.

Xuanyi looked at the Chengjiang Lake in the distance, the lake and half of the Taishan were flooded by clouds and rain, compared to the bright glow of that day and the flickering golden dome of the Qingdi Palace, it was completely different.

She looked down at Fu Cang, who was hugging her, and he was staring at her, as usual. Suddenly, he seemed to have suddenly turned into three figures, the cold and soft Divine Monarch, the clean and soft Seven Princes, and the persistent and fierce white-clothed general.

It was as if she had been reincarnated three times, and each time she looked at her with the same gaze.

She smiled shallowly, and suddenly said, "Senior Brother Fucang, at that time, you told me that you were not in a hurry for a thousand years, and I was actually very happy. ”

She avoided his liking like a snake and scorpion, hoping that he would hate herself forever, but when he said that he could go for her not to rush for a thousand years, she really had joy in her heart. A joy that terrified her. Perhaps it was from that moment that she understood where her anger and vindictiveness towards him alone came from.

She couldn't control it after all, sticking to him like that, pestering him, although she thought of A-Niang's blood and crying over and over again in her heart, she still looked forward to those sweet tastes.

"I've always liked you. After more than 20,000 years, Xuanyi finally confessed in front of the white-clothed Divine Monarch again, "So, if it's you......"

They haven't been together for a long, long time, but they have lived and died together, but the most terrible thing in this world is never the fickleness of the outside world, but the long and trivial time. The hesitation of the scholar can still be said, and the hesitation of the woman cannot be said, but if this taxi is him, she is very willing.

Xuanyi looked away, his eyes fell on the morning light slowly rising in the sky, the rain gradually stopped, the branches were still dripping, and Luoying was full of Ying.

"I like you the most. ”

The rain cleared and the clouds dispersed, the morning light in the sky began to glow with a transparent and meager light blue, the morning glow reflected the entire Qingdi Palace in wisps, the water mist was filled, and the gorgeous colors of the fairy blossom apricot blossom also reflected the pale face of the dragon princess in the glow and water mist. She's really good for delicate colors.

A long apricot blossom bent down heavily from too much rain, and she held his shoulders to reach the best red flower, and the wide sleeves fell between her elbows.

Fu Cang raised his hand to take it off for her, flicked off the rain and dew on it, and gently curled it in her hair, blushing and winning.

He remembered the first time he was with her under the flowers, the subtle loneliness that flowed in her eyes, the disgust for her in his heart, and suddenly found that he was hopelessly attracted to the shock, it was really a fateful day.

Since then, he has looked forward to the day when he can enjoy this colorful and bright glow with her like he is now.

It's dawn, the wind and rain have stopped, and everything will be fine.

Fu Cang tilted his head and imprinted a kiss on her forehead: "I love you." ”

*

It was a sunny spring day, and the peony on Kaohuang Island, which only blooms once in 30,000 years, finally has the momentum to move and bloom a crack.

At the same time, the wedding of the third son of the Emperor of Flowers, the Ancient Court Shenjun, and the little princess of the Red Emperor, Yanxia, was also grandly rolled out on the Flower Emperor Immortal Island, which was full of strange flowers and plants, and the guests almost stepped on the threshold by half.

The clouds and snow-covered fairy pear blossoms are all over the fairy island, and countless guests gather in groups under the trees, talking and laughing like a wave, only the edge of the fairy island is a little quieter.

Everywhere the wind passed, the pear blossoms fell like light and snow, and under the tree, there was a goddess dressed in a water-red lotus dress standing quietly, the golden rings in her fluffy hair shone brightly, and the back light of Na stood still as if she was about to fly.

Occasionally, when the passing Shenjun saw such a posture, he couldn't walk, so he quietly stepped forward, but saw that her eyes were covered with black veil, and the curvature of her cheeks under the veil was full and charming.

He immediately said gently: "This must be the Xuanyi princess of the Candle Yin Clan." ”

Xuanyi turned his head slowly, looked at the face-born Divine Monarch, and said nothing.

Shenjun smiled again: "The princess is not only famous, but I can't imagine that she is still such a rare beauty. Today's spring is excellent, and there are countless beautiful scenery on the fairy island, how can the princess be alone here......?

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a god king dressed in a navy blue robe from behind the bustling pear tree not far away, and his steps were clean and neat. Today, the third son of the Flower Emperor got married, and he actually had a blue sword on his waist.

It is the Fucang Shenjun of the Huaxu clan.

Before the Divine Monarch could think of a speech, he saw the Fucang Divine Monarch take the hand of the princess of the Candle Yin Clan, turned around and left. Website of this site:, please support this site!

(Zilang Literature)