The Celestial Clan's proclamation to the Six Realms was issued the next day.

On the top of the Netherworld Mountain, Feng Ling was dressed in plain clothes and bowed deeply to the ancient tung tree that had lost its leaves.

Xuan Zhi stood beside her, wanting to stop her from making such a big move, but seeing her sad face, he finally didn't step forward.

Zaomei had already budded, and on the way back, Xuanzhi folded a few bunches of flower branches with many flower bones and held them in his arms. I wanted to give it to her, but I couldn't reach out.

"Are you alright?" asked Xuanzhi.

"Hmm. Her reply was still in the same flat tone.

It seems like there's nothing more to ask.

Between them, there is always not so much to say. He couldn't tell what was going on in her mind, or even if she hated herself or whatever.

Their relationship seems to have changed since he proposed marriage, before that, whether she forgot the dust or Feng Ling, he never showed his intentions, and she never liked him.

His sudden request pulled their relationship into an awkward situation. He even felt guilty and blamed himself every day, and he prayed every day that she would look at him.

All it takes is a look, he just needs a look from hers to affirm everything he's done.

If one day, she can like him a little bit, maybe he won't blame himself.

But how can we wait for this day?

"We're ...... in a few days We ......," he said hesitantly in an inaudible voice, and after a long time he was still gone.

Feng Ling turned his head in front, took the flower branch in his hand casually, and lowered his head to smell it.

The dim light shone down from the locust branches overhead, reflecting on her fair face, hazy, and as if dyed a faint red glow on her face.

I guess I'm mistaken.

It was probably because of the dull color of the Demon Realm that her face seemed to be shining, or maybe it was too cold and her cheeks were frozen red.

Just thinking about it, Xuanzhi heard her ask, "Is the fan you gave me still there?"

"Yes, at my place. ”

After the fan embroidered with mandarin ducks was thrown away casually by her in the mortal world, Xuanzhi kept it on her bookcase. Although it was something she had discarded, as long as he thought that she had also squeezed the surging crowd for it, he was reluctant to lose it.

Not only this fan, but also the things they bought for the first time, including the chicken-shaped hair ornament, he kept them well, and brought them back to the Netherworld Mountain from the small wooden house in Kunwu Mountain.

It's just that he didn't have the courage to tell her yet, he was afraid that she would laugh at him, and even more afraid that she would throw away the fan he had cherished with all his heart.

"If you really don't like it, I'll put it away and make sure it doesn't get in your way. Thinking of the possibility of discarding, Xuan Zhi couldn't help but be a little flustered.

Feng Ling raised her eyes, with a faint smile in her clean and bright eyes, so faint that it was almost difficult to catch, but Xuan Zhi was sure that he was not wrong this time.

She was really smiling at herself.

Almost stunned, Xuanzhi heard her whisper: "Give me one more time, I want to marry you with it." In fact...... The mandarin duck on it is quite good-looking. Moreover, I don't have a dowry, and I read that if I don't have a dowry, it will work to replace it with a token. ”

The afterglow was all over the two of them, and today's sunset was purple, with a faint red faint in the purple.

Xuanzhi was stunned in such a glow, and his eyes ached.

"Little Seven. ”

His eyes were so hot that he couldn't hold back any longer, he lowered his head, buried his face in her neck, and called her again and again, her body was full of the fragrance of plum blossoms.

Rejoice, what kind of joy can you hope for?

I just want to keep this moment forever, and she will always be far away, and I will always stop at this moment.

Maybe she just thanked him for providing the materials of the Feng Clan's innocence, maybe she just accepted the reality a little bit, maybe she was just for the unborn child in her womb.

But no matter what she was for, such beautiful words, such a quiet smile, it was enough to make him feel at ease, and even happy didn't know what to do.

"Well, how to be like a child. Feng Ling patted him on the back.

Xuanzhi still didn't let go, it was embarrassing to say, and only at this time could he get closer to her logically. He didn't want her to see the fog in his eyes, and he didn't want to leave her arms so quickly.

......

At night, when Feng Ling was ready to sleep, Xuan Zhi took out the official document again and began to read it.

The official documents that had been hoarded had been almost processed, but in the past two days, the affairs involving the Feng Clan had received a large number of twists and turns and documents sent by the Celestial Clan.

"Tomorrow, I want to go to the mortal world again, you don't have to accompany me, I'll just go around by myself. ”

Feng Ling wrapped herself in the quilt and whispered to him.

Xuanzhi didn't want her to go by herself, but the voice was rarely soft, and there was a little begging in it. He couldn't bear to refuse, so he had to agree, and then gave him thousands of instructions.

"Before I got married, this was the last time I went to the mortal world. When she was about to fall asleep, she said in a daze.

Xuanzhi didn't know what she meant, so he just smiled and shook his head and continued to read the official document.

......

It was snowing heavily in the mortal world, and it was a mess blown by the wind, and the sound of snowflakes crackling and smashing was all in my ears.

It's white everywhere and there are hardly any people on the streets. Only the occasional horse-drawn carriage passed by, moving slowly in the middle of the road. On the eaves, the wind lanterns were all white, and even the ground that Feng Ling had just walked on, looking back after a while, those footprints were also covered by snow.

It's really cold in this weather.

Wrapped tightly and walking into the Moon Tower, Feng Ling was almost swept up to the stairs by the wind carrying the snow.

After resting more than a dozen times in a row, I finally climbed to the top floor. Tired and panting, her face turned pale, but at the thought of having no intersection with him again, Feng Ling felt that it was all worth it.

Pushing open the door, Chang Jue was indeed inside. Elegant and relaxed, standing by the window with a hot cup of tea, looking at the snowy clearing outside.

There were several braziers in the private room, and it was as warm as spring, and it didn't fit in with the wind and snow outside. This kind of warmth is quite retaining, but Feng Ling didn't even bother to sit down, she just wanted to finish talking to him quickly and leave.

Fengyang Hall is not so warm.

"The three days have arrived, and I hope Your Highness will keep your promise. Feng Ling said coldly.

"Are you so anxious to clear up with me?" Chang Jue turned around, walked over to her and helped her pull out a bamboo chair, then sat down opposite her, raised his hand to put down the teacup, and motioned for her to sit down too.

Feng Ling didn't move, stood there and looked at him, and said, "Yes, it's so urgent, who wants to have anything to do with you again? I feel disgusted even if I hate you." You have never trusted me, Your Highness. It was you who led the troops to kill my loved ones, and I will never forget them until I die. I have no intention of hating you anymore, but I will never forgive. It is a great blessing that you and I have ended up like this. If Your Highness still has a little conscience, don't bother me in the future, and don't suddenly appear like last time. ”

The eyebrows are cold, and there are no waves in the eyes.

Chang Jue suddenly felt that the warm private room had also become cold, and this cold made him unbearable.

He knew he should keep her and apologize for his actions and his past. He also knew that the best ending for the two of them should be that he let her go, broke off this evil relationship, and rejoiced in their lives from now on.

But he couldn't do it, how could he live without her.

This is the person he likes to the bones, and he wants her to die by his side even if he dies.

From the first time he indulged in her smile, he knew that everything was destined and destined for him to be inseparable from her. Just like eating and drinking will be addictive, she is like a good wine for him to leave his troubles and sorrows, and she is the one who makes him intoxicated. If he didn't see her in the future, he couldn't imagine it.

But this, he would never tell her.

He wouldn't humble herself for mercy, and he would maintain his ridiculous self-esteem.

"Good. He said casually.

Feng Ling turned around and was about to leave.

"Wait. Chang Jue slowly stood up behind him, walked up to her, and handed her a glass cup.

"The last time, it's a farewell bar. As he spoke, he glanced at her stomach: "It's inconvenient for you to drink, I've already replaced your cup with ginger soup, it's cold outside, let's go back after drinking." ”

Feng Ling hesitated for a moment.

Chang Jue looked at her and hooked the corners of his lips imperceptibly: "In the past, you liked to eat ginger candy from Mochiyue Tower, presumably this ginger soup will not be too bad......

"Alright. Unwilling to let him mention the past again, Feng Ling interrupted him and quickly took the glass cup.

Holding the lamp with both hands, he waved it shallowly: "May I say goodbye to two wide, and don't see each other again." ”

After finishing speaking, Feng Ling picked up the glass cup and put it to her lips and drank it all.

Chang Jue stared at the glass cup she raised, and suddenly remembered the moment she gave him the fire pill three hundred years ago.

The same crisp and neat, the same unhesitating.

The hand holding the cup shook inadvertently, and the calm water in the cup swayed lightly, splashing two drops of wine and falling on his white fingertips.