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It was raining outside, and the rain was beating on the window, as if the rain was hitting a plantain, as if it could break through the window in the next second, making her damp, but in fact, it was separated by an extremely powerful space barrier.

But it is by no means more dangerous than the person behind her who is currently covering her figure.

Fuchuan held the book in one hand and the parchment in the other, the pale of his fingers as if melted by the orange candlelight that fell obliquely on the side, and the slender curves of his fingers pulled shadows on the recesses of the inner pages of the book under the overlap of light and shadow.

The shadow is again overshadowed by an even greater shadow.

Because the person behind her had been silent, but she had already put her hand down, she pursed her lips and had to speak first.

"Your Majesty, you don't sleep so late, are you here to find a fishing instruction manual?"

Perhaps the brain operation in the past few days has made her tiredness appear on the surface, out of the calm or sharp in the past, with a bit of cold and weak feeling of grass and rain.

Emperor: "Come and read the book." ”

This man stood straight, his voice was light and light, but his hearing was so good that Fuchuan felt like he was whispering in his ear.

"Is it the same book as me?"

"Yes."

"What a coincidence, then, I won't delay Your Majesty."

"You can look first, loneliness does not take the favor of others."

"You are the emperor, what you want, naturally belongs to you."

"Really? All? ”

"Naturally, it's just a book."

"What if it's a human being?"

With a snap, Fu Chuan had already put the parchment as it was, closed the book, "Your Majesty covered me as soon as you came, I thought Your Majesty was going to kill me." ”

"It's just a book, why would Lone want to kill you?"

"So why"

"I'm afraid you'll scare the rain outside."

Fuchuan stopped talking, still standing there, facing the ancient books in front of him, and only slowly stuffed the books back to their original positions.

"The book is returned, won't Your Majesty take it away and read it?"

"I don't want to look at it all of a sudden."

"Then what does Your Majesty want to see?"

The emperor took a step back, and Fuchuan turned around and looked at the young emperor who was quietly looking at her with his hands behind his back.

Naturally, his purpose was not to read books, but to observe her and torture her.

That look was torture, a new kind of reading—as if to re-examine her.

She lowered her eyes and rubbed her fingers under her sleeves, "Your Majesty, if there are no other arrangements, then I will leave first, and you can rest early." ”

She thought that the emperor would test her for something.

But

"Go ahead."

Fuchuan responded and was about to leave, but behind him he heard two words that this person was neither salty nor light.

"Who in this world is worth your night's sleep?"

"The eye circles are so dark, if you cry, if you take a brush and dip it on it, will you be able to write?"

Good emperor, what a pervert, no wonder you can't catch fish.

Dead fisherman.

Fuchuan was almost stopped by this person's yin damage, opened the door, and replied, "Thank you Your Majesty for your concern, I'll go back to take a bath and sleep, but you guessed wrong, I won't cry." ”

"At least I won't cry in front of you."

The man was gone, the door was closed, the emperor's face was unwavering, only his eyebrows were slightly lowered, he walked from the slightly bright place to the shadow, took out the book casually, skillfully opened it, and took out the parchment from it.

He didn't look at it, because he had already seen it, but he just rubbed the parchment with the fingertips that used to hold the talisman and jade seal and other powers of the world.

The woman who had repeatedly pressed the lid away had just touched it.

No one knew what he was thinking.

But when he put down the parchment, his fingers pressed the ring for a long time, and a haze crossed his eyes.

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Fuchuan has received satisfactory information, but it has confirmed the wavering and confused heart.

Dangerous, but better than knowing nothing.

Mentally tired, but not in a trance, stronger than internal friction, so she was ready to take a shower and rest after she went back, but when she returned to the living room, she subconsciously looked at the mirror on the side of the entrance.

One glance at it, paused.

Fuchuan quickly withdrew his eyes and looked at Qianli Minglou, who was standing on the stairs and looking at her, the other party was wiping his hair and staring at her.

"The teacher came back so early today?"

"Well, it's not like His Highness can stay home at night."

Qianli Minglou is still so cold, and he has his own things to do, and after more than three days, he will meet with her once tonight.

But she is the landlord, and there is reason to say that she is.

Fuchuan stepped forward with a smile, "Do you want to eat supper?" ”

People who have a perfunctory dinner now know how to treat themselves to a late-night snack?

Qianli Minglou looked at her fixedly for a while, "You do it?" ”

"Yes."

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Fuchuan still didn't succeed in making a supper, because Qianli Minglou said that he was afraid that the ink in her eyes would drip into the pot when she lowered her head.

This year's bamboo shoots are still wholesaled.

There is no bamboo in the backyard.

Fuchuan went out with Qianli Minglou, thinking that no matter how embarrassed she was, it was Jiang Shijing, what does it have to do with her Fuchuan?

Naturally not in the rain listening area.

This group of people in the Chiyao Pagoda are only willing to work hard all night for cultivation, never stay up late and work overtime to make catering, not to break the money, even if they open a store, there is only a wine shop and teahouse-it is true that cultivators are drunk and tea crazy.

Since it was a supper, they had to eat an orthodox supper, and the two top girls of the empire casually put on a dress and went out.

The capital city is lively and contemplative of Chinese New Year's Eve.

Fuchuan suddenly remembered that today was the fourth day of the Lunar New Year.

It's so lively.

The traffic is busy, and the lights stretch across thousands of streets.

The heat is steaming, and there is any aroma.

Dazzling, I don't know which one to choose for a while - for Fuchuan, it's like opening a takeaway app, and I don't know what to eat.

"Eh, two girls, you guys are coming by coincidence, just about to get the last two tickets, you two hurry up."

On what?

Fuchuan was stuffed with two tickets in his hand, and then looked at the turbulent river bank on the side, only to see one by one Kong Ming lanterns expanded, including people, and the lanterns drifted along the colorful river section.

Most of them are friends, a few families or couples, and some are singles, and Kong Ming Lantern will expand its shape according to the number of people.

The two of them didn't come for this, but there were many people nearby, and the tickets were given.

Fuchuan was going to return it, but when he heard that it was free, he directly pulled Qianli Ming upstairs.

Qianli Ming Building: "? ”

Fukawa: "I remember there was a good shop under the river. ”

Qianli Minglou stood in the Kong Ming lantern, she was a time snake, she could casually return to some time stages, she could repeatedly read the lights of thousands of homes, the elegance of all ethnic groups, and naturally the beautiful scenery of the prosperous imperial capital in front of her was not uncommon, but she glanced at the cheap tenants around her who were under the light of the faint and warm Kong Ming lantern, and said, "You will also go out for supper with others?" ”

This man is more curly than himself.

Fuchuan: "I heard from people. ”

She didn't say who it was, and Qianli Minglou didn't ask, but she guessed that it was the person's former friends.

A clear kinship relationship.

The same kind of genus, a former friend, a passer-by now.

She turned her face, lazily looked at the person behind her, and said, "It seems that the free one is the most expensive - for you." ”

Fuchuan took a look, and a group of people behind him bought tickets to go down to the river, and it seemed that it was the profiteer who watched the skin and vegetables.

I guess I didn't recognize them, otherwise I wouldn't have dare.

But when Chisa-sama said this, she didn't like to hear it.

"Oh, so you're not worth a dime, teacher?"

As soon as Fu Chuan finished speaking, Qianli Minglou frowned and stared at her, his eyes were gloomy, Fu Chuan smiled and stuffed the sugar gourd he bought on the road to cushion his stomach into her hand.

"Chisa-sensei, now you're worth a lot."

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Kong Ming Lantern docked at random for a while, and it was impossible for the two of them to play with the people who were immersed in the festivities, so they chose a docking point to go ashore, and the Kong Ming Lantern that belonged to them flew into the sky and shattered, turning into many fireflies like fireworks.

Say yes and make a wish.

Neither of them agreed.

Don't believe this.

It's useless to believe it.

But Qianli Minglou turned around, saw Fuchuan who had fallen two steps behind him, and looked up at the excitement of other people, thousands of lights fell in her eyes, and the neck tilted sideways seemed to let the falling fireworks melt little by little.

Qianli Minglou stood under the banyan tree on the bank of the river, looked at it for two seconds, turned around, and saw that most of the shops on the second floor of the street on the side opened the windows to watch the excitement, and there were enthusiastic girls throwing hairpins to the beautiful children.

There are also a few Qingke who drink and make tea behind the window, and the bamboo curtain is slightly blocked.

She retracted her gaze and chose a random night stall with Fuchuan, who turned around.

On the second floor, the young woman's fingers were released, and the slender and elastic bamboo silk fell back, hiding the lively brilliance outside, and in the dim box, she listened to the content of the secret agent report in front of her, while flipping through the specialty dishes of this shop, and when she finished listening, she said: "So, most of the information provided by these old palace people is focused on the fact that Huang Guzhou was rejected by his parents back then?" Especially by his biological mother? ”

"Yes, the day I was born."

"Born with no talent, or is there a disability?"

"Not really, according to our investigation, the talent of the Immortal Phoenix Clan needs to be cultivated for a period of time, and it cannot be directly surveyed with equipment."

The woman pondered, "What about the soul talent?" ”

"That's a direct survey."

"Is there any more information about the Phoenix Time Mirror?"

"No, this person loves to cultivate, he usually doesn't like to go out, and he rarely socializes with others, but it is very different from previous years, and it is estimated that it is also because of the difference in identity."

The woman waved her hand and asked people to go down, and after a while, the side dishes she ordered also came up, ate a few bites, put down the chopsticks, and opened the window to look at the night stall not far away.

"Tonight, she looks like she loves the mundane, but she cultivates so hard, as if someone is urging her to die"

The young man beside him was helpless, "Your Highness, the Lord of the Light Void Hall asked you to search for the old information of Emperor Chifeng, you seem to be more interested in the Phoenix Time Mirror." ”

The hall controlled by the master of the Guangxu Palace is located in the Yiling Empire, and the first heir to the throne is the goddess Invite Jiu, her temperament is lazy, keen on the mundane, and she always has a market atmosphere, without the temperament and aura of the god son and goddess, but Shangyao and the other first god son are quite jealous of her, but the three hall masters all judge this person as "country skin, Rakshasa heart." ”

It is rumored that she was born in a very backward and barren wilderness star, her parents were of a humble race, and when she gave birth to children such as piglets, she often used cheap medicines to promote fertility, and sold those with good condition, and those with bad color were left to work as coolies.

Her condition is not good, and she usually does the hardest and most tiring work, but that year, the radiation in the Wilderness Star Mining Area exceeded the standard and exploded, causing the minerals to mutate, and after someone on a nearby planet noticed it and rushed to rescue and search, it was found that she was the only species that successfully mutated and survived.

It is rumored that she survived by eating the carrion of her blood relatives after being trapped in the basement for three months.

Thirty-five years later, she is the first goddess of the strongest temple.

It's delicious, but it's not interesting to eat a few bites.

The same is true for people, who do not communicate with each other, and who kills people without permission.

"No, I just think that the future emperor of the Immortal Phoenix Clan and her teacher are really good-looking."

"Even the meat looks delicious."

Miko beside him: ""

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When Fuchuan was having dinner with Qianli Minglou, in line with the fact that it was a supper, Qianli Minglou suddenly said: "Do you need to find a suitable time to meet your former children and former friends?" ”

"With me here, it can be more logical."

Fuchuan, who was holding crispy taro slices, paused his chopsticks and said softly: "I got it, I lost it, I got it again, and I lost it again in the end, it would be very uncomfortable." ”

"Teacher, I've always felt that time can heal everything."

Qianli Minglou is not a human race, his appetite has always been light, and his usual food is mostly accompanied by Fuchuan, but the latter doesn't know, he eats a little casually now, and said lightly: "What you can't let go, why think that others can do it." Time is far less omnipotent, you know it. ”

"But people have their own intentions, and it's good for you to be like this."

She didn't have the intention of pulling Fuchuan to stay, but made Fuchuan feel embarrassed and silently pushed the best fresh bamboo shoots over.

"Maybe the dust has settled, and maybe I'll be able to come back."

"I'll burn you paper."

“”

Qianli Minglou looked at Fu Chuan's sullen face, and said calmly: "When the dust falls, people will die." ”

Fu Chuan held his face and smiled, "Then I will definitely not turn into a ghost and come back to scare you." ”

Qianli Minglou ignored her, ate a little bit in twos and threes, occasionally chatted about some trivial matters, two small appetites were stunned to eat these things, and when Fuchuan came back after settling the bill, walking on the remote road with less people, the light and shadow of the river in the distance were dotted, and occasionally young people frolicked and ran away from the nearby lights.

Fuchuan vaguely heard this voice, like a clear pearl broken jade plate.

"Since you burned paper, you should come back to me."

"Don't drift in the wrong place."

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When the two of them were eating supper, the emperor was tirelessly looking at a lot of information.

It's all about one person.

Densely packed with Fuchuan.

He stayed up all night, and finally smoked a cigarette in the early hours of the morning, listening to the intelligence report of the general-level Red Phoenix Army Shadow Guard.

"The first goddess of the Yiling Temple invites Jiu to be in the imperial capital, investigating the old affairs of the palace, about your majesty."

The emperor was silent, and waited for all the shadow guards to report, "She is not efficient enough, give her some material." ”

"Lone doesn't have that much time to spend with them."

The shadow guard listened to the master's words and thought: How does it sound like the old house of His Majesty's family is on fire.

"Your Majesty, they are also investigating the affairs of His Highness Shijing."

The emperor paused with his finger on the cigarette and looked down at him slightly, the smoke filling.

"Pinch it off."

"Yes."

The shadow guard was gone, and when the emperor saw the first light on the horizon again, his fingers trembled a little, snuffed out the smoke, and he held the balcony with both hands to look at the magnificent mountains and seas in the distance and the prosperous scene of the empire's hegemony.

He took a step back, blending into the darkness of the room at the top of the tower before the light fell on him, the black flames flowing from the ring slowly burning the finger he had just smoked in.

"It can be confirmed, my majesty, she is Fuchuan."

"Now, what are you going to do?"

"If she doesn't do it, she'll run away."

This ring is like a butcher in the countryside who bewitches him, telling him: the fat pig you have raised for a long time is about to cross the fence and get out of the circle, she will not turn back, either slaughter it quickly and eat it, or tie it up in the house, so that she can not go anywhere.

Which one do you choose?

My Majesty.

That night Huang Guzhou had a dream, and he hadn't dreamed for years.

There was a woman in the dream, he thought it was the mother who never looked at him correctly and was full of disgust, but no, the woman stood under the most dazzling light on Chinese New Year's Eve, stepping on the sea of fire, and kept looking at him.

Ordinary and prosperous, time and space are bleak.

Later, she came out of the water again, her eyes moistened, and she smiled at him and the fish in the basket.

With a bit of a trafficker coaxing a child, he said to him: Your Majesty, you will get what you want.

She's a little scary and has been lying to him.

He is an emperor and cannot be deceived.

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As soon as Fuchuan went back, as soon as he went upstairs, as soon as he finished taking a bath, he sat on the bed as if he was entangled for a while, and then teleported away.

It's been a busy day.

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Not long after, after coming back, the tired Fuchuan thought that he would dream that the lowly demon who killed that day was calling for wind and rain in his own world, mutilating her relatives, friends and compatriots, but first dreamed that Xie Siyi was holding the child and pulling Fu Yan to point at her nose and scolded her for being unlucky, Su Musha These friends burned paper money and said that she didn't treat them as friends, and earned their paper money in vain in a blink of an eye, and she followed the landlord to eat barbecue, and the latter mocked her for becoming a ghost and couldn't find the door of the house again, she became a pig, In a pigsty that was so large that it was boundless, it was repeatedly looped in the fence, and the tall and handsome man outside the pigsty was holding a pig-killing knife and was squeaking and polishing it repeatedly.

She was frightened, tilted her head, and finally jumped out of the pigsty and returned to the bed, but the door was pushed open, and Zhang Niandi, who was wearing a lace-trimmed nanny suit and stepping on pink Barbie heels, climbed into bed while undressing

Crash!

Fuchuan woke up, subconsciously blocked the curtain with his hand, pressed the light, and stroked his forehead with a slight gasp, and even didn't care about the loose pajama straps that had slipped down.

It's horrible.

How could this world have such terrible dreams?!

What did she do wrong?!

Wait, this dream is a bit weird.

Thinking about what you see every day, you have dreams.

The previous ones were basically her conjecture in her heart or what she experienced last night, so in the same way, how could she suddenly think of the emperor sharpening the pig knife, and she turned into a pig and repeatedly hurdled?

I've never been so afraid of him before, unless, he's really preparing to sharpen his knife and kill her?

Fuchuan is now extremely sensitive, and there is a conjecture that "Your Majesty always wants to harm the people", so he entered the private space and asked Jiang Shijing.

"Did you dream last night?"

"Nope." Jiang Shijing, who was cultivating hard, worked hard to study the mystery of time.

"Do you ever dream that you become a pig?"

Are you human?

He hadn't seen me for 180 years, and when he came, he asked me if I was a pig.

Who is the connotation?

Jiang Shijing, who has always boasted of his extraordinary talent and fell into a dark cultivation day since he was rescued in the Forest of Black Souls, was angry, and said softly with the quality of pretending to be a dog: "My king, people don't even have time to sleep now. ”

Fu Chuan thought thoughtfully: "Then have you ever thought about becoming a pig during the day?" ”

Jiang Shijing, who was stuck in a certain mysterious stage of this person's handwriting: "Please get out, king." ”

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A research institute.

There are only three masters living in it on a daily basis.

Xie Siyi had a lot to do, so he had to take care of Fu Yan and was busy, but he still came back, and Xie Qingyan was also preparing breakfast like a nurse, and asked: "What can make you come back in person, what assassin came to rub the door last night?" ”

Xie Siyi looked at the newspaper and drank milk, and said lightly: "Your future husband/beloved wife's baby is in a hurry, you ask yourself." ”

It's weird.

Xie Qingyan touched his beaten black eyes, trembled, and asked Ah Zhu seriously: "My bamboo shoots, tell me, what did you see last night?" ”

"She's been here." Ah Zhu seems to be carrying a great treasure, a mysterious secret way

What?

Xie Qingyan put down the shovel and pulled open the pink Barbie apron, "Last night?" ”

Bamboo shoot: "Yes." ”

Xie Qingyan: "Impossible, with her heart, how is it possible"

The more you love, the more restraint you have.

Ah Zhu was a little angry, and immediately beckoned, "I'll restore it to you!" ”

With a wave of her hand, the room opened wide and the light and shadow returned

The two big ones immediately saw the slender figure that appeared, she carefully squatted in front of Ah Sun's bed, hugged someone, and kissed her forehead.

Ah Zhu held his round face, "Here, here, kiss." ”

Xie Siyi smiled, and Xie Qingyan snorted jealously.

After a while, this person quickly got up and probably noticed that Xie Siyi was not there, she didn't have any worries, and then looked at the others, her expression was not quite right, as if she was frightened, and she teleported away directly.

Xie Siyi turned his head and asked Xie Qingyan, "What are you doing at this time?" ”

Xie Qingyan was silent.

Ah Zhu waved his hand again, and his room became transparent.

This man is cutting clothes.

Pink Barbie lace babysitter outfit.

There are also high heels on the side, and by the way, black stockings hanging from the hanger.

The technology is first-class, and the art is full.

Xie Siyi: ""

Sometimes, she wanted to extract the blood of the Soul Eater in this person's body.

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Those who had slept were as tired as if they had been beaten repeatedly all night.

Fuchuan was in a trance, and without even changing his pajamas, he went downstairs to the bar to make a cup of coffee.

Qianliminglou, who was watering outside the courtyard, entered the house, was stunned, opened his eyes and washed his hands, and asked her: "Was a thief last night?" ”

"No, I dreamed of hurdling repeatedly."

"Repeated red apricots out of the wall?"

“”

Fuchuan almost dropped the coffee cup, slightly embarrassed, and took a sip of coffee before changing the topic, which is really a serious topic.

"Teacher, when the ability of time reaches a certain level, will it form a mental association between different people?"

"No, it won't."

"What about those of the same blood?"

Qianli Minglou, who was about to go upstairs, had a slightly suffocated expression, retreated, walked to the edge of the bar and sat down, "Did you dream of Your Majesty?" ”

"Neither is it"

"Isn't it?"

"Yes, I dreamed that he was going to kill a pig, do you think he is a psychopath?"

Qianli Minglou almost thought that this person was making fun of himself early in the morning, and he came to talk nonsense about a nightmare.

But

Fuchuan's communicator rang.

A voice above.

"Huang Shijing, come to see Lone."

The expressions of the two froze for a moment.

Halfway, Fuchuan cut off the screen, continued to drink coffee, and asked Qianli Minglou calmly, "Is this possible?" ”

"Generally, no, but if the blood relationship is too high and too close, and one party repeatedly dreams about the other, then under the cyclic effect of the timeline, these dreams are actually a kind of consciousness connection, and it will have a certain probability of acting on another person."

"In other words, you really became a pig in Huang Guzhou's dream, and he is consciously making you a pig, because hurdling is actually a repeated process, not that you are repeatedly hurdling, but that he is repeatedly making you a pig."

Fuchuan: ""

It's over, the angler is really perverted.

Bite.

The second voice came.

Emperor: "If you don't come again, I'll look for you." ”

Fuchuan:"":,,