The twilight was four, and the sky of the burning clouds lit up instead, and the glow in the city seemed to be much more gorgeous than usual, outlining a layer of pale red for the small loaches opposite.

A pot of ninety-nine Guiyuan tea is almost at an end, and there are only one or two refreshments left in the crystal box. Shaoyi put down the cup, picked up a fallen leaf with his hand, put it to his lips and blew it, and the intermittent minor tune drifted away with the wind.

He seemed to have forgotten the beat at first, but as he blew and blew, it gradually became smooth again, and for some reason, the part that had been forgotten seemed to suddenly come back to him.

It's a clean and gentle minority, a radical departure from the ornate and extravagant tunes that the gods love these days.

Xuanyi listened to it for a long time, and unexpectedly became pleasant: "This is a song from your time? ”

Shaoyi rubbed the leaves: "It's just an unknown song, you just like it." ”

A smile appeared on Xuanyi's face: "Why don't you tell me about what happened to you at that time, wasn't the relationship between our two clans good at that time? As the emperor, you are about to marry the princess of the Candle Yin clan? Or is there a princess of the Qingyang clan who wants to marry Zhongshan?"

Shaoyi subconsciously said: "There is no princess in the Candle Yin Clan, but I have a little sister ......"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped again, and looked up at her, and she smiled indifferently, as if to say: You have forgotten nothing.

Shaoyi looked away, let go of the blade in his hand, and let it be carried away by the wind: "Talking to you little loach, I have to cheer up, you really don't know whether to hate me or be happy." ”

Xuanyi said lightly: "Since you asked me to risk my life to do things for you, I should always tell me something, what are you fighting with my grandfather for?

Shaoyi thought about it carefully and shook his head: "It's not either, it's just that the chess meets the opponent, and then it can't be stopped." ”

The glow of the sun was fading, and the silver moon at the beginning of the morning reflected everything in a blur, and he watched quietly for a while. Maybe the little loach is right, he hasn't forgotten anything, no matter how many scenery he sees, how many things he has experienced, and how many gods he has encountered, there are always only a few worth remembering in his heart.

At that time, the sky was more transparent than now, the sea of hatred in the extreme west was still blue and clear, Taihang Kunlun had not fallen to the lower realm, the upper and lower worlds were calm and peaceful, and the gods did not have to find a teacher to teach, and at the age of 50,000 they must obtain the death rule of the priesthood.

And he is just a young Fengjun who lingers in the wind and snow as he does now.

The Fengjun of the Qingyang clan is extremely talented, he has slept for three thousand years in a dream for a thousand years, and there are hundreds of goddesses around him, so many that he can't even remember the name, and sometimes he can't even remember the appearance.

He really didn't need to remember their faces and names, the atmosphere of the divine realm has always been promiscuous, and the long years have made them rarely mention their true mood/love, and it is normal to play on the scene and comfort each other.

After being a general for 200,000 years, he returned to Poor Sang City and became the Emperor of Qingyang.

Half of his life is smooth and radiant, his talent is outstanding, it is rare to see for several generations, his parents and priests, and the family all value him, he has his own arrogance, and he also has the arrogance of being a Qingyang clan. At that time, most of the four wilds' impressions of the Qingyang clan were incidentally under the famous reputation of the Candle Yin Clan, but he had the ability to make the Qingyang Clan leap to the top and not be shrouded by the Candle Yin Clan again.

Dark clouds of candle yin.

Shaoyi doesn't know how the former emperors of the Qingyang clan tolerated the arrogance of the Candle Yin Clan, this generation of Zhongshan Emperors is called Changyu, probably because of his good talent, he is extremely arrogant, and the entire Qingyang Clan is not very happy with him, he doesn't like it even more, and he is very unhappy to let the Qingyang Clan tolerate and tolerate the Candle Yin Clan in every way like before.

In fact, the relationship between the two clans is not as good as before in their generation, the contact is very scarce, and what they maintain with each other is just a face, everyone is a little annoyed, and the marriage of the great grandmother's generation seems to be a distant miracle now.

By the way, Changyu's marriage partner is his little sister, he still remembers her name, her name is Liusang, because his parents gave birth to a child very early, they have a lot of age differences, he is already the emperor, but she is not yet 50,000 years old.

This is also a little sister who knows everything.

Speaking of which, it seems that it is the day of his enthronement ceremony as the emperor of Qingyang, it is rare to drizzle in the poor mulberry city, and the hall is a little dark, Shaoyi blows out the candles, changes into a black crown dress in front of the mirror, and carefully ties the silk silk on his chin, he hates to tie his hair up, the golden crown presses the skull and hurts, the silk silk can't be tied well, and it is very troublesome.

The door was suddenly opened, and Liusang ran in lightly, and it was rare to see him dressed so seriously, so she laughed at him: "You still look a little emperor when you dress like this, as long as you don't talk to those goddesses." ”

Shaoyi beckoned to her: "Come, help me tie this tapestry." ”

Liusang stepped forward to tie the silk for him, and said: "Mother also said the day before yesterday that you are now the emperor, and it is time to get married. ”

Shaoyi laughed twice, and simply changed the topic: "Is the emperor of the Candle Yin clan here?"

Liusang's face was not good-looking when he mentioned it: "I don't know, I'm too lazy to look at it." ”

In fact, she almost never came into contact with the Changyu Emperor, she was brought by the gods, she felt that Changyu was an old villain, and because she knew that she had to marry him since she was born, there was no hope for marriage, but she became quite indulgent, and she only liked to laugh and play with the gods all day, so that everyone outside knew that the son and daughter of the Qingyang clan were all romantic gods.

Shaoyi said with a smile: "You should say a few words to him, if you really hate it, I will also return the marriage for you." ”

Liusang hugged his arm: "Go back for me! I like an elegant gentleman like the Three Emperors!"

He was satisfied with the answer.

The enthronement ceremony of that day was grand and grand, the bright phoenix nirvana fire illuminated the entire night sky, after the ceremony, suddenly a god monarch wearing a blue lotus-colored robe came, elegantly toasted to him, black hair like clouds, pale face, elegant and proud, it is the current Zhongshan Emperor Changyu.

When Liusang saw him coming, he deliberately laughed and made love with the gods, hoping to make him angry.

Changyu's expression was very cold, and the candle yin clan rarely seemed to smile on his face, Shaoyi guessed that he was probably not happy to marry, and exchanged a few words with him casually, and said: "My little sister is extremely stubborn, if the emperor has a favorite goddess, he doesn't have to be obsessed with marriage." ”

Chang Yu raised his eyebrows: "In this way, thank you for the emperor's magnanimity." ”

Probably his dislike was too obvious, and Liusang was amused, and walked over and frowned: "What do you mean by magnanimity?

The elegant and handsome Emperor Zhongshan lowered his head to look at her, and suddenly smiled uncharacteristically, and when he smiled, he looked very bright: "It's my inappropriate words, princess forgive me." ”

Liusang was stunned by his laughter, this was not a beautiful smile that an old villain could laugh at, but she couldn't speak, she hung her head in a snort, and the roots of her ears suddenly turned red.

Shaoyi didn't expect that after the cancellation of the marriage, Liusang's infatuation with Changyu would come fiercely and suddenly.

She even left the Poor Mulberry City, and was only mixed with the Changyu Servant all day long. The glamorous and enchanting princess of the Qingyang clan threw herself into her arms, with the arrogance of the Candle Yin clan, how could she refuse, the relationship between the two of them became unusually good, and even her mother came to ask if she wanted to resume the marriage.

Shaoyi ignored it, the marriage between the two clans is impossible now, he will never reunite the cancelled marriage, the Qingyang clan has become brilliant in his hands, and he really doesn't want to change back to the relationship that he once forbeared because of her inexplicable infatuation.

Probably he never believed in infatuation, it was useless and cumbersome, and the flow was just a momentary impulse to forget his feelings, and after a long time, it would naturally fade.

(Zilang Literature)