Changyu probably expected that he didn't have the heart to entertain the king of southern Sichuan, so he consciously set up a banquet in his Yuling Palace and invited the king of southern Sichuan over.

By the way, Lian Shanhu, Bai Youxian and Hongxi were also invited.

Lan Lu's retreat has not yet come out, and although Changyu is in a hurry, there is no way to do it. can't share his worries for Lan Lu, so he can only share his worries for Chang Jue. If you mix it with business, you won't be idle and panic.

Therefore, dragging the blessing of Changyu, Chang Jue has a lot of time to stay in Qinning Palace.

The sky is dark, and the fragrance is sparse.

Bringing a bowl of hot porridge from the dining room, Chang Jue paused at the door.

He didn't know what he was hesitating about, maybe he didn't want to face her mess. Looking inside, the screen obscured all view and could not see anything. Sighing slightly, he walked in cautiously.

Forget Chen was already asleep, curled up in the quilt, and his face was unconsciously revealed. Messy hair tangled around her face, and a strand of hair landed on the tip of her nose, rising and falling as she breathed slightly.

She slept very unsteadily, and even in her dreams, her expression was nervous.

But the way she was asleep was always better than she had just been, at least she could see.

Chang Jue put down the porridge bowl in his hand and covered it with immortal methods. Then he extinguished the night pearl and slept beside her.

The wind blew in through the crack in the door, and Chang Jue gently pulled open a corner of the quilt and hugged her from behind. Her small body was as thin as a broken magnolia petal, and just holding her made people worry that they would break her.

What he did to her during the day came to Changju's heart again, and deep remorse was embedded in his blood. He didn't know how this pitifully thin body could endure it.

In fact, he had the impression that she had nothing to do with weak words at all.

At that time, she stretched out her hand to him violently, unrestrained, not like a woman, but like a high-spirited charlatan.

She has a bad temper, and often breathes out a mouthful of karmic fire, and burns whatever she sees. When he approached her, he even feared for his own safety for a moment.

But such a proud girl, but her eyes shone with a brightness purer than anyone else. Her every move is calm and clear, clean like the morning dew that has not disappeared from the petals when the sun is rising.

Clothed in the sun, bright and dazzling, it is so gorgeous that people dare not look at it directly.

All of a sudden, it illuminated Changjue's heart that had been suppressed for 70,000 years.

At that time, the street lights were chaotic, and the various colors were blurry. In the midst of all the beauty, she smiled at him, and her face was more colorful than a street lamp. The beautiful color, like soft sunlight, melted all the snow and ice on him.

He wanted to go back in time and see the beautiful red on her face again.

I want to stay at that glance too much, stay between her bright eyebrows and eyes, stay in that charming bright red, and indulge in it forever.

If he could, he would spend the rest of his life changing the color of her face.

In the end, what is it necessary to retain the brilliance in the memory and engrave the color into the bone marrow little by little.

During the day, he wanted to drag her into madness, to pull her into the stormy waves, to catch a similar wisp of crimson from her face, but she only went from crying out of control to becoming more lifeless. The face was gloomy and lackluster.

Nothing was given to him except the color underneath him.

That color was what he wanted.

But he wanted more than that. He also wants the color on her face, wants her true feelings, and wants her to subconsciously cater to her.

None of these.

But it doesn't matter, it's a long time coming. What he had was time for her to slowly wear out.

Her bones trembled slightly, but not noticeably.

Chang Jue knew she must be awake. But she still didn't move, she didn't even move her eyelashes, and her breathing was very even. When she pretended to be asleep, it was always like this.

There's nothing wrong with that, people who pretend to be asleep are always obedient.

Groping for her hand, Chang Jue put his hand into hers, clasped her fingers tightly, and hugged her tighter.

Forget Chen really didn't move, letting the heat in his palm warm her little by little.

As the night deepened, Chang Jue's breathing became steady, and the hot breath he exhaled was in the neck of Forget Chen. Forget Chen listened to his breathing, made sure that he was asleep, and slowly withdrew his hand.

Chang Jue opened his eyes slightly behind her, looking at her messy hair in the dark.

How to make her go along with her heart is really a mystery to solve.

Even if she withdrew her hand, her delicate and soft body was still in his arms, and moving like this made Chang Jue feel hot for a while, and she wanted to do what she had done during the day, and wanted to take away the only trace of temperature on her body.

But the thought of her ghostly messy appearance made him give up the idea again.

Early the next morning, Chang Jue came over from Changyu to ask for a few more immortals.

The immortals in the Changyu Palace, all of them are beautiful and beautiful, and each one is carefully selected by him. Suddenly Chang Jue wanted to leave, Changyu's heart hurt, and he beat his chest with a fan, threatening to pick his chicken feathers.

Chang Jue ignored him at all, and took people back to Qinning Palace. Let them be in charge of the dusty daily life, bathe and change her clothes, and dress up.

After tidying up, Forget Dust finally regained a little bit of his human appearance. Chang Jue looked at her with satisfaction, and scolded softly: "You are a woman, you should also pay attention to your appearance on weekdays." ”

Forget Chen sat there, his eyes lowered, and he didn't say a word. Those delicate hair ornaments sat quietly in her bun, not even the beads under the golden step swayed.

Chang Jue handed her the hot porridge: "Eat this." ”

Oblivion sat there, still motionless and unresponsive, as if he hadn't heard his words.

Chang Jue waited for a while with the porridge bowl, and saw that she still didn't react, and she didn't get angry, so she silently put the bowl back on the table, walked slowly to her, and reached out to pull her belt.

Just as soon as he stretched out his hand, Forget Chen seemed to be frightened, immediately shrunk into a ball, got out from under his arm, rushed to the table, took the hot porridge and drank it in a big gulp, and drank it in one go, not a grain of rice was left.

"Don't let me see the food left over from the dining room in the future. ”

Forget the dust palpitations, ho ho ho panting, and forget to put down the porridge bowl in his hand.

At this time, the doorman suddenly came to report, Chang Jue asked the doorman to come in and say, the doorman hesitated to look at the dust, bowed his head and said, "Your Highness is asking to see you outside the palace." ”

Xuanzhi is here.

He finally couldn't hold his breath anymore.

Chang Jue didn't speak, squinted her eyes and looked at Wuchen, only to see that there was finally a hint of brilliance in her dim eyes, but she didn't dare to show too much, she bit her lower lip stubbornly, held the dress in her hand, pinched it up and put it down.

But it was the sudden appearance of the look that made Chang Jue's expression quickly cold.