As soon as Jiechen woke up, he heard the chaotic footsteps outside the house, and a big red lantern had already been hung at the door. He knew in his heart that there must be a marriage between the heavenly realm and the dragon clan every thousand years, and the Jade Emperor wanted him to marry the dragon princess, firstly to consolidate the friendship between the two parties, and secondly, to let him break his thoughts about the demon princess Mu Xue.

Five hundred years ago, the Jade Emperor made the condition that the ice spirit coffin that could save people's lives and let Juechen agree to the marriage. Now that his goal has not been achieved, he has no choice but to respond. It's just that he took pity on Jiu Yao, he watched her grow up, and always regarded her as his own sister, but he finally wanted to let her down.

"Master, you're awake. Zhimeng walked into the house with a basin of water, and saw that Jiechen woke up, and her tired face was dyed with a smile.

"Taishang Laojun said, you have to rest well, no matter what happens in the future, don't be angry and hurt your body for Meng'er. Zhimeng handed a warm towel to Jiechen, and her tone was warm, but very firm.

For a moment, Jiechen felt that Zhimeng seemed to be a little different from before, and his eyes seemed to be hiding his thoughts, which made him unable to see through. He turned his head to look at the sunlight outside the window, "Meng'er, let's go back to Lingshan with my master, let's live a stable life, and don't care about the disturbances of this heavenly realm." ”

Zhimeng wanted to wait until she got married, and she could stay in the world for about a few months. She raised her brown eyes to look at Jedi Chen, and softly responded, "Okay." "The smile is like a ripple in the spring breeze, rippling along the nose and the corners of the eyes in a circle.

For her, every day with her master is satisfying.

As soon as she returned to Lingshan, Zhimeng only felt that her whole body was happy and comfortable, Xu was too tired, and she slept for four days and three nights with this pillow, and finally was woken up by the thunderous sound in her stomach.

Looking at the sky, it was already evening, and she saw that Jiechen was still reading in the yard, so she didn't call him, but sneaked into the kitchen by herself. After a while, two dishes and one soup were served, including the medicinal food that had been carefully prepared for the master.

"Master, let's have something to eat with Meng'er. ”

Hearing this, Jiechen saw Zhimeng coming over with several dishes, and his face was flushed with a faint satisfaction. Smelling the distant smell of oil smoke, he suddenly felt a little hungry.

"What is this?" he pointed to a dish on the table, which seemed to have several medicinal herbs in it, but it smelled faintly floral.

"This dish is called Simu. Zhimeng said and put several chopsticks into the bowl of the dust.

"Simu, why is this called?" looked at her in confusion.

"Actually, it was taken by a dream. Because honeysuckle is used in this medicinal diet. Honeysuckle one pedicle two flowers, in pairs, inseparable, seems to be the Mandarin Duck Dance, so people also call it Mandarin Duck Vine. But Meng'er didn't think so, the growth of honeysuckle is attached to trees all its life, climbing along the trees and living, like a person trying his best to get close to another person, even if they are different, but they can be dependent on him for a lifetime. Even though the world thinks it is a mandarin duck vine, it lives and dies with the tree. ”

Zhimeng playfully stuck out her tongue. In fact, Meng'er also felt that this was a bit far-fetched, that is, it was taken on a whim. ”

"Simu ......" Jiechen picked up a mouthful of vegetables and chewed carefully, a sweet and sour taste came to the nose, but the more you chewed, a trace of bitterness filled the entire taste buds.

"It's a good name, no matter where it comes from, the taste is indeed bitter with a hint of love, and it's most like lovesickness. There was a faint sadness in Jeechen's eyes. "But I didn't expect that our little dream has also reached the age of the beginning of love, and has some girls' exclusive melancholy. I see that you have a good time with Xi Feng and the others in Heavenly Court, do you have someone to admire?"

"How can there be, master, don't talk nonsense, and then talk nonsense, Meng'er will ignore you. Meng'er has to rely on the master for the rest of his life. ”

Yes, she wants to make honeysuckle, cling to her master for the rest of her life, and quietly look up to her companionship, that is enough.

Jiechen rubbed her soft long hair a little helplessly, "By the way, Meng'er, go to my house and bring the things at the door." As if he suddenly remembered something, he said to Zhimeng.

Seeing that the sky was already dark, he thought that this time seemed to be just right. After a while, he saw Zhimeng running towards him happily with a huge Kong Ming lantern. The last time he saw someone putting a Kong Ming lantern at the foot of the mountain, he saw that she liked it tightly, so he thought about making one for her too. I happened to be free two days ago, so I was going to see when she would rest and give it to her.

Juechen looked at Zhimeng, and a smile rose on his face, which was not very expressive. He suddenly felt that since Zhimeng appeared, he seemed to have become a normal person with flesh and blood again, with warmth to the touch and feelings when he spoke.

He looked at the running little figure, still as thin as when he first saw her, but he no longer wanted to use her. He wanted to save Mu Xue, but he didn't allow her to die, no matter what the price was.

"Master, did you do this? Is it for Meng'er?" Zhimeng held the Kong Ming lantern, and her happy eyes narrowed into a crescent moon. Hearty laughter echoed in the mountains.

This is the first gift given to her by the master to make a Kong Ming lantern for her, and her happy heart blooms. She brought pen and ink from the study and sharpened it very carefully.

"Master, help Meng'er draw a picture on it, as a sign that we will let it fly, and prove that it is unique. ”

The bright eyes of the Jedi reflected a deep smile. "Okay, what to draw?"

"Of course, it's painting dreams and masters. ”

With the bright smile of the day, the two people, one big and one small, were vividly fixed on the Kong Ming lantern. The painting work of the dust is excellent, and Zhimeng is reluctant to let it fly if she likes it. She bowed her head and made a wish with all her heart, and she just wanted to keep every moment of the present firmly in her mind.

"What did you wish?" asked Jie Chen, quietly.

"I won't tell you. ”

"Stingy. ”

The stars were shining at night, and Jiechen seemed to have become a child all at once, forgetting all his sorrows. And such a beautiful night is like the calm before the storm, which has become the deepest beauty in their memory.

Xu was under the influence of the Heavenly Palace, and since this day, Zhimeng's energy seems to be much stronger than before, and her cultivation has become more assiduous. She no longer wants to let her master bear all the harm and blame for her because of her incompetence.

Zhi dream, about everyone is right, he is really very high. In just four or five months, she can really stand in the waterfall without getting wet, and even Juechen can't believe that she has made such progress.

Because of the consumption of too much spiritual power from practicing immortal arts for many days in a row, Zhimeng was a little weak after all, and she wanted to take a vacation for herself this afternoon.

A few days ago, Jiechen installed a swing for Zhimeng on a big tree by the lake. That tree has been growing in Lingshan for thousands of years, and under the influence of Lingshan's spiritual power, it is towering like a cloud, and its branches are also very strong and thick. The swing had a long rope hanging in the middle of the lake. Although it is a swing, the dust is very large, and it is not a problem for four or five people to lie on it and take a nap. On a warm afternoon, the breeze blows and a swing for a nap is very enjoyable.

When Juechen first made this swing, Zhimeng hadn't learned light skills, and it hung in the middle of the river, she couldn't go to it, and she was about to cry in a hurry, but Jiechen just didn't want to take her up. So in that half a month, Zhimeng practiced light exercises almost day and night, I don't know how many heels she fell, how many injuries she suffered, and finally flew to the swing.

The sun was shining brightly that day, but after noon the sun was still a little dazzling. When Zhimeng passed, she saw that Jiechen was still asleep with his eyes closed, but his brows were a little unpleasantly furrowed. Zhimeng stepped forward and sat beside him, blocking him from the oncoming sunlight with her body. His eyes were soothed, and his eyebrows slowly soothed, and even the corners of his mouth were smiling faintly.

Zhimeng looked at Jiechen carefully, it seemed to be a face that she never got tired of looking at, and the more she looked at it, the better it looked, which made people unable to leave her eyes. She couldn't help but reach out and gently touch his eyebrows, tracing the bridge of his nose, smiling eyes, and ...... That seductively thin lips.

Zhimeng's fingers paused, a hint of crimson faintly floated on her cheeks, and her eyes trembled slightly, as if there was a magnetic force that attracted her to slowly move forward. She smelled a faint snort, and a good mint smell filled Zhimeng's entire nasal cavity. She instinctively held her breath, for fear of waking up the person in front of her.

She had never been so close to Jedi Chen, her eyebrows and eyes moved slightly, and her long eyelashes could sweep over Jedi Chen's soft cheeks.

Zhimeng only felt that her cheeks were red, but her hands and feet were cold, and she was only a finger's distance from his lips, but she never dared to go any further.

"Mu Xue ......"

The soft thin lips suddenly moved, and two words were faintly spit out. Zhimeng immediately sat up straight, her heart beating uncontrollably violently, as if it was about to explode. She was a little flustered and pressed her chest hard, for fear that the sound would be too loud for Jiechen to hear, and her mind was full of thoughts about how to explain the scene just now. Slowly lowered her eyebrows and looked, Zhimeng breathed a sigh of relief, and Juechen did not wake up.

"Mu Xue...... Mu Xue ......" Juechen called softly twice, his eyebrows and eyes wrinkled together distressingly, and his expression seemed to have suffered a great pain. Zhimeng's heart twitched slightly, and she listened carefully to what he said.

"Mu Xue......" Zhimeng muttered, reaching out to touch the forehead of the Absolute Dust. Every time Zhimeng had a nightmare, Jiechen would always gently stroke her forehead like this, saying that if she did this, the nightmare would fly away from her head. Sure enough, after a while, Jiechen's expression was soothed.

Zhimeng looked at Juechen and pursed her lips and smiled. It turned out that the person in his heart was called Mu Xue, and she lightly tapped the tip of Jiechen's nose with her hand with some jealousy. What a beautiful name, he must be a very beautiful person.

She looked up at the sky, and there were three days left, and it was the wedding day of the dust.

The sun was shining warmly on her already growing face. At this moment, thousands of miles away in the Heavenly Palace, a man in white stood in front of the spiritual mirror, with a deep sorrow between his eyebrows. The somewhat pale lips opened slightly: "Ziran, people are far away, don't think about it, and forget it." ”