Feng Ling recovered very quickly, and after half a month, she was already healthier than before the accident, and her mana had increased a lot.

She didn't know why, but Xuan Zhi and Dandan told her that it was the new witch doctor in the Demon Realm who had vast magical powers. Although Feng Ling was skeptical, her mood finally improved a little with her recovery.

Xuanzhi is busy again, this time he is not reading official documents, he doesn't know what he is busy with, and he often can't see people.

On this day, when Feng Ling came back from a stroll down the mountain, she saw that Xuanzhi asked Dandan to lay out a large table in the courtyard, the kind that was so big that she could sleep on it and her heels would not fall off.

The thin sunlight shrouded the ebony table, and the leaves of the locust tree next to it had fallen off, standing there in ashes, leaving a dark shadow like water waves on Xuanzhi's white hands.

In the warm winter sun, this small scene in front of me is very beautiful.

In fact, the Demon Realm used to be the same as the Heavenly Palace, there was no time difference. When Feng Ling was young, she and her brother went to the mortal world to play, and after coming back, she was particularly fond of the beauty of the four seasons in the mortal world, and often said something like "the six worlds are big, only the time in the mortal world has a scale", "day and night, spring is born and summer is long, autumn is harvested and winter is hidden." Something like that.

When the old demon lord saw it, he asked the wind god to bring climate change to the demon world, and since then, the demon world has also had "the spring breeze can thaw, the summer wind and plants are smoky, the autumn wind is mixed with autumn rain, and the winter wind is like a tiger." ”

The old demon lord is gone, but the wind does not stop. More than 300 years have passed, and the Demon Realm still retains the beauty of the four seasons that Feng Ling had in mind when she was a child.

It's just that the scene is still the same, but the people in the scene are missing from the time.

Her eyes moved slightly, Feng Ling walked to the table, Xuan Zhi was writing something, with an elegant and gentle temperament, and it could be seen that she was writing very carefully. It wasn't until Feng Ling put his hand on the table that he noticed someone coming.

"Xiao Qi, you came at the right time. I chose several invitations, and I didn't know which pattern you liked, so I wrote them all and tried them all. Take a look, can you pick a pleasing one?" put the pen in his hand on the coral shelf, Xuanzhi held Feng Ling's hand and put it in the palm of his hand to warm her.

The wedding cards on the table are all red. Feng Ling glanced at it, and subconsciously blurted out any of them. But seeing Xuanzhi looking at himself with joy in his eyes, he didn't say anything in the end.

She knew he didn't like to say that.

Looking at it, there is a dragon and phoenix auspicious pattern, and the golden pattern is hollowed out, which can complement the red of the background color. When it was opened, the colorful clouds made of spiritual power fainted out of the hollow pattern and floated among the dragons and phoenixes, which was quite amazing.

Feng Ling picked it up and played with it. When the clouds cleared, she saw that the names of her and Xuanzhi were written in the post, and the handwriting was beautiful. He smiled slightly, closed the post and handed it to him: "That's it." ”

As he was talking, Yu Guang glanced at the small words on the cover of the post, and after the colorful clouds dispersed, it was clearly written "The Third Highness Personally Enlightened".

Three Highnesses.

The corners of Feng Ling's lips froze, and in a trance, it seemed that the pain in her lower abdomen hit again. The cold air in the snow came from all directions, burrowed into her blood, and she couldn't avoid it. The living little white dragon turned bright red like that. Those bright reds, more and more in front of me, more and more...... The overwhelming turned into needles and pierced into her heart.

The fingertips trembled uncontrollably, and the post in his hand almost slipped off.

She thought she could not care when she woke up, she thought that she had won the revenge, she hadn't thought about it for so many days, she thought she had to forget.

The scar that could be forcibly forgotten seemed to be ripped open by these three words at this moment, and Feng Ling bit her lower lip desperately to prevent the tears from falling.

Such a painful and misty look, in the eyes of outsiders, looks like a lingering feeling.

This is especially true for people who don't know the truth about abortion.

Xuan Zhi took the post in her hand steadily and stared at her for a while. Take in her panic, nervousness and secret self-restraint.

Subconscious behavior is the most real.

How much do you miss it, so that just seeing the title, I am so excited that I almost cry. Lovesickness is nothing more than that.

Sadly, that title can't be included in a post.

Xuanzhi felt dazzling, resisted the urge to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes for her, turned around and stopped looking at her, picked up the pen and continued to write silently.

Dandan came in from outside with a snow carbon basket, and when he looked up and saw the two of them, he didn't notice that the atmosphere was wrong, Dandan only felt that the two of them under the tree were very beautiful together, so he smiled and said: "It's really like a painting, mortals say that they are talented and beautiful, nothing more than this." ”

Feng Ling came back from a trance when she heard this, pressed the corner of her eye through her sleeve, and she looked at Xuan Zhi.

There was no response, as if he hadn't heard Dandan's words.

Dandan finally found out that Xuanzhi was weird today, if he had been so emotional in the past, Xuanzhi would definitely look at Feng Ling with a smile. It's been a while, but Xuan Zhi didn't even look to the side, and he didn't pay attention to Feng Ling, but Feng Ling secretly glanced at Xuan Zhi first.

Sticking out his tongue, Dandan hurried into the house with the basket.

Feng Ling eased her emotions, picked up the pen on the coral shelf, dipped it in ink, slowly moved to the opposite side of Xuanzhi, picked up Long Feng Chengxiang's post, and began to write according to his handwriting.

The two of them wrote together, and the ink was used quickly, Feng Ling wrote for a while, and then stopped to grind the ink for a while.

Relatively silent, just silent, until the sky was getting dark, Dandan lit the ghost fire in the yarn lamp, and the invitation was not finished.

Anyway, it's also the wedding of the Demon King.,There are many immortals and demons from all walks of life who want to invite to watch the ceremony.,Seeing that the written invitations are piling up more and more like a hill.,But there are still more than half of the invitations that don't fill in the name.。 Feng Ling couldn't help but stretch.

Seeing that Xuan Zhi usually writes things very easily, and it is common to review them all night, Feng Ling thought that she was not tired at all. As a result, when I wrote it, I found that my back hurt, my neck hurt, and my fingers that pinched the pen also hurt.

"I'll write the rest. Xuanzhi finally spoke.

Feng Ling didn't speak, she also followed him, pretended not to hear, took the post and continued to write.

Xuan Zhi looked at the night and reached out to take the pen in her hand: "If you want to write, you will write it tomorrow in the day." ”

Feng Ling looked up at him, but Xuan Zhi didn't look at her, his eyes only fell on the pen, and he didn't seem to be in the mood to continue.

This seems to be the second time I have hit a wall here in Xuanzhi.

Feng Ling's heart was empty, she had already reached this point, she had to let go of her hand, put the wedding card with only one "Xuan" written on it back on the table, and silently entered the house.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she remembered that the first time she hit the wall was because of the child. At that time, it was the first time she saw Xuan Zhi so angry, and it was always scary for her to be angry in her usual gentle life.

"That kid...... It's all my fault. ”

After turning off the lights, Feng Ling turned sideways to look at the faint light outside the crack in the door, and muttered in the quilt in an inaudible voice. Reading and reading, Feng Ling buried her whole face in the quilt.