Chapter 3 Chapter two

Feng Jiu didn't know how long she had been up and down in her sleep. Although the Lingtai is completely unclear, but occasionally there are some perceptions.She seems to be being held by someone. She felt in her heart that she should know who was hugging her, but she didn't understand why she couldn't remember.There was a hint of white sandalwood in her nostrils, which made her feel familiar.But this kind of familiarity seemed to be separated by a layer of mountain fog, which made her puzzled. After being hugged firmly for a while, it seemed to be tossed and put into a soft place.She felt that lying down like this was more comfortable, lazily tossing and turning with the hands that held her.

Because her consciousness is vague most of the time, and the physical pain comes in bursts, she usually only feels tired and weak without much pain, so lying down like this is just what she wants, and it is quite comfortable. But there are always times when the pain hits and is unbearable for a while, she doesn't have a lot of menstrual pain, and she has complained about it when the pain is severe.Whenever the pain got deep, there was always a hand that would hold her up firmly and feed her something spoonful by spoonful.This thing has a strong bloody smell and is not very tasty, but once it enters the throat, it will relieve a lot of pain, so she thinks it should be a good thing.

When she was choking, someone would gently pat her on the back, when she was lying unsteadily, someone would hold her hand, and when she was humming, someone would hold her in his arms.So she often hums, hums when she has nothing to do, and hums when she thinks about it. The Lingtai was a little bit clear, and she tried her best to think about who should take care of her. This way of taking care of her is very meticulous, and she thinks he has a bright future.But every time at this time, my mind began to be vague again. Time flies by, inch by inch, quietly.Her mind was always a little confused, and many acquaintances began to pass by before her eyes like a cloud of smoke.In the end, it was fixed on a graceful lady in a luxurious dress.This noble lady is her mother's mother, her grandmother Fumi Immortal Mother.She was a little dizzy.

Grandma and her old man are sitting in the small flower hall at home discussing something with mother. Her grandma, Fumi Fairy Mother, has always been seen as a very gentle and amiable fairy mother, but she is really a powerful and fussy fairy mother. The major thing in her life is to marry her daughters to good families.Under her careful consideration, all of the seven daughters under her knees were indeed married safely, and she was indeed a winner in life.But after marrying her daughter, the fairy mother began to feel the loneliness and emptiness of life from time to time. One or two thousand years of emptiness, one day, Feng Jiu's grandfather celebrated his birthday, and her father took the whole family back to celebrate his father-in-law's birthday.Her father led her to serve tea in front of Fairy Fumi, so respectful that this fairy who stood at the highest point of life winner was overjoyed to find that her oldest granddaughter, Feng Jiu, was over 30,000 years old this year up.

At this age, it's almost time to start finding a husband's family for her. From then on, the fairy mother and her old man found a new pursuit in life, and she was very hospitable when visiting the eldest daughter's house. Feng Jiu hid outside the small flower hall, pricked up her ears, listening to what her grandma and mother were talking about.I only heard the grandma say: "Jiu'er's marriage, the reason why I made plans so early for my mother is to help her choose carefully. With our Jiu'er's appearance and temperament, we must marry a descendant of a family of more than three generations. But Among the children of the aristocratic family, not everyone is capable. For example, the youngest son of Mr. Nan Hai, who was recommended by your second brother-in-law and me a while ago, has a handsome appearance and a decent family background, but he doesn't hold any real job in his hand, which is really a pity. Wei Niang felt in her heart that the one who is worthy of Jiu'er must be a son of a family with great power. This is the only way to have a future. Besides, I don't like that kind of military general, such as your fourth brother-in-law. Although your fourth brother-in-law is also considered to be a high-ranking and powerful man, this marriage has always been a concern for my mother. On that day, alas, if your fourth sister hadn't been on a hunger strike to force him not to marry, how could my mother give away such a good child? In the hands of a reckless man. A military general, who fights and kills all day long, how can he know how to take pity on others? You are Jiu'er's mother, so you can't make the mistake of being a mother again. From now on, Feng Jiu'er has a close relationship with all generals , you have to be more careful. There is another very important thing, the so-called good marriage, our Jiuer looks so good, so naturally we need to find someone who looks exactly like her, and the cubs born in the future will be even more beautiful. Bingxue is cute, and it does not disgrace the reputation of our red fox clan and nine-tailed white fox clan. My mother can only think of these things at this time, and they are all very simple, and I will think about it in more detail when my mother returns."

Feng Jiu's mother praised her grandma for being very considerate. They will definitely help Feng Jiu find a good son-in-law according to her old man's will, and her old man should not worry about anything. The words of grandma and mother weighed heavily on Feng Jiu's heart like a heavy stone, and she staggered and tiptoed out of the small flower hall, feeling dizzy as if a mountain was on top of her head along the way. Her favorite Donghua Emperor, although self-made and a high position, is not from a family of more than three generations, grandma must not like it.Although the emperor held great power in his early years, he had already avoided the Taichen Palace and ignored world affairs. Now that he has no real power, his grandma must not like it.The emperor fights very well, so good that many of the battles he led have been recorded in the annals of the gods for future generations to admire. It is many times better than the pure generals like the fourth uncle. Grandma must dislike it even more.

Apart from his good-looking face, Dijun probably has nothing to recommend him in grandma's eyes, so what to do. Outside the corridor, the yellow leaves fluttered, and the autumn wind and autumn trees brought sorrow, which made her feel infinitely depressed.She squatted desolately outside the veranda thinking, relying on her father to talk to the Thirteen Heavens Taichen Palace, this way, I am afraid that it will not work out, and the pursuit of Emperor Donghua still has to be all on her own. Changing to another scene for a while, Feng Jiu didn't think that it was just a dream, but felt that the change of scene was extremely normal.He just vaguely felt that what happened just now should have happened a long time ago, a long time ago.

However, I almost forgot, that was the reason why Yang Si ordered him to enter the Taichen Palace back then.If it wasn't for Donghua who didn't meet the family's conditions for choosing a son-in-law for her, if he had told his family about the emperor's love for her at that time, and then asked his father to go to Jiuchongtian to talk to Donghua about his marriage, I don't know what the situation would be like today. The word "today" came to her mind, and she felt that this word was a bit strange. Today, today, she seemed not very satisfied with today's state, but what did today look like?Today, today, what day is it?

She looked around in confusion, and the scene was actually on a wedding bed.Red tent quilt, tall phoenix candles, quiet moonlight, and endless chirping of insects, oh, today is her wedding with the God of Cangyi. Father, he picked and picked, and finally picked the Cangyi God of Zhiyue Mountain to be his husband-in-law. She recalled that she was of course dissatisfied with her father's choice of this husband-in-law for her. A moment ago, she was standing in front of the sedan chair and arguing with her father, saying that since he thinks so much about Cang Yi, why not marry him in the wedding sedan chair? force her.A piece of heresy made her father blow his beard and stare with anger, and he tied her into a sedan chair with a fairy rope.

However, it was only for a moment, why did she lie on Cang Yi's wedding bed?She vaguely felt that on the way from Qingqiu to Zhiyue Mountain, she should have discovered some remarkable things, but why does it seem like the middle section is completely saved at this time? For the first time, she realized that maybe she was dreaming.But what I know and feel is so real, I can't be sure for a while.With a flick of the candle, I suddenly heard the voiceless announcement from the little fairy boy waiting outside the door: "The gods are coming." The god who came to the bridal chamber with festive candles and night fairy coming to the bridal chamber should naturally be Cang Yi.Feng Jiu was taken aback, she didn't remember what kind of heaven and earth she had worshiped with Cang Yi, so this is the bridal chamber?Surprised and panicked, he hastily pulled out a gold hairpin from his head, and instinctively closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.The hairpin is sharp, she thought to herself, if Cang Yi dared to take a step closer to her, his blood would be splashed on the wedding bed tonight.For a while, I was inexplicable, why did I remember that the night when I married Zhiyue Jingu, there didn't seem to be such a paragraph, how could I remember that I had demolished the Jingu before the worship?Or, could it be, could it be that this time is really a spring and autumn dream?

She made up her mind, regardless of whether it was a dream or not, since she didn't like this Cangyi god, and she had always been very upright, naturally even in a dream, she couldn't ask him to take advantage of her. Feeling the god approaching, she opened her eyes slightly, and the hairpin in her hand was about to fly out to protect the chastity of her master, but the moment she was about to let go, it softly fell into the overlapping quilt with a click. Feng Jiu stared dumbfounded at the man leaning over, blinked her eyes, and was stunned. The person who came was not Cang Yi, but the Emperor Donghua whom he had talked about just now. Haoxue's silver hair under the moonlight, the purple robe in the glow of the sun, and the ultimate appearance that Xiaoyan dubbed the ice face. The person standing in front of the bed was indeed Di Jun and his old self. When Dijun saw her open eyes, he seemed to be taken aback for a moment. He reached out and put his hand on her forehead, but he didn't move away after he finished. He stared at her face for a long time, and then asked her in a low voice: "Are you awake?" Is there something uncomfortable?" Feng Jiu looked at the emperor cautiously and silently, and Ben thought for a while. After a long time, she raised her hand with a deep expression, signaling him to come closer to her. Dijun understood her gesture, sat down on the edge of the bed, and bent over to get closer to her. At this distance, she could reach his collar with her hand.But her goal is not at Dijun's collar. Just now she felt that her whole body was limp and she had no strength. It was still a bit difficult to prop up her upper body to do the next movement, but it was much easier at this height.Dijun stared at her, with silver hair hanging down her shoulders, and asked her in a deep voice: "Is there any discomfort? Where is it?" There is nothing wrong with her.When Dijun was asking questions, her two hands neatly wrapped around Dijun's neck, pulling him down a bit.Then, the rosy lips stuck to Dijun's lips accurately... Dijun was stunned by such a hook and pull for a kiss. Feng Jiu hugged Donghua's neck firmly with both hands, and pressed her lips tightly against Donghua's. She thought this way in her heart: one moment she suspected that this was a dream, and the next moment Cangyi Shenjun changed into Donghua halfway, so it can be seen that this is indeed a dream.Dreams are originally made to fulfill some unfulfilled dreams.When he left Jiuchongtian that year, he only hated the tenderness that he paid by mistake but didn't get any money back, which really insulted Qingqiu's family style.Today, since we met in a dream, the so-called virtual dream is really changeable, maybe Donghua will disappear quietly at the next moment, so we simply take the time to kiss. There is no money from the previous love debt, and in this dream It's not bad to catch a fish in the middle. Donghua's lips were as icy and cold as he had imagined, but there was no movement when she pressed them so tightly, as if he was waiting curiously to see what she would do next. This performance satisfied Feng Jiu. Could it be that she was taking advantage of him? He should behave in a stupid way, and it would be best if he was kissed by her, with a blush of embarrassment on his face. Take advantage of the look. After sticking it for long enough, she clumsily stretched out the tip of her tongue to lick his upper lip, feeling that Dijun trembled.This reaction was quite to her liking. The feeling of satisfaction was like seeing a vine creeping up to the top of a tree, or hearing a drop of wind and dew silently falling on a lotus leaf. She licked him twice and let him go, feeling that it was almost enough to take advantage of it.What's more, she has limited experience and doesn't know how to take it further. Dijun's eyes were a bit deep, but his face was quite calm. It seems that the emperor in the dream also inherited his ability to turn around and walk away when Mount Tai collapsed in the real world. The emperor was not shy, which disappointed Feng Jiu, but it was nothing, he was always thick-skinned. Feng Jiu freed the hand holding Dijun's neck to touch his face, finally satisfied, her head was about to hit the pillow again, but was stabilized by a force halfway.Before he knew what was going on, Dijun's quiet face was approaching, and the dark blue gemstone on his forehead was like the morning star at dawn, reflecting her unresponsive look. Dijun looked at her for a moment with the tip of his nose almost touching, then lowered his head very calmly, his slightly warm lips brushed gently over her lips. Feng Jiu was stunned when she heard a string in her brain snapped with a snap. The black eyes close in front of his eyes carefully observed her reaction, seeing her trembling eyelashes, he slowly deepened the strength of his lips and tongue, pushed her lips away, found her tongue very easily, and guided her to clumsily to respond.During the process, Dijun kept opening his eyes and looked at her, taking care of her reaction. In fact, Feng Jiu had no special reaction other than opening her eyes wide and letting the emperor do what she wanted.Her mind has been turned into a pot of rice porridge by this kiss.This pot of rice porridge was dizzy and thought: Compared with the half-time superficial water that I took the initiative to do just now, Dijun really kisses too thoroughly. Dijun is indeed a god who never suffers, and he is a god. It is really a state that he will retaliate like this. She held her breath for too long and couldn't breathe. She wanted to push Dijun away, but her hand was limp and weak.Now her mind is filled with a pot of boiling porridge, so naturally she can't think of a way to change back to her original body. At this moment, Dijun let her go, with his lips still sticking to the corners of her lips, calmly and calmly said: "What are you doing holding your breath? Do you need me to teach you how to inhale and exhale at this time?" A little hoarse. Feng Jiu has become Qingqiu's queen since she was born, and the first rule on her forehead is to keep Qingqiu's face no matter what, and not to tarnish Qingqiu's prestige no matter what. Donghua's words really hurt her self-esteem, and she made an imposing sophistry: "Our Qingqiu has always been like this at this time, don't make random comments on me by bumpkins who have never seen the world!" When doing this kind of thing, what kind of customs do they Qingqiu have? She is only about 30,000 years old, but a young fox, so naturally she has no luck to meet and understand.Even when kissing someone, besides using the lips, she can also use the tongue, this is the first time she knows today.She used to think that kissing was nothing more than lips on lips.As much affection as there is, it can be posted as long as it takes. For example, she has been posting on Dijun for so long just now, and she has already become the four words of love as deep as the sea.It turns out that there are still many ways to pay attention to, which is really a science. However, since Qingqiu has a consistent custom of doing this, even she, a native immortal, doesn't know about it, and the emperor must be even more ignorant. She thinks it is feasible to use this excuse to deceive the emperor. Seeing that Dijun didn't respond, she added in a dignified manner: "Just now, are you breathing?" She looked solemn: "This is a big taboo in our Qingqiu. Brother Huilang who lives next door to me A cousin was once divorced by the betrothed woman's family for this reason. Because of this matter, it is something that the other party looks down upon." When Donghua heard this, he really thought about it. In her heart, she calmly admired how tall this nonsense was, how tall and strong Xiaofeng was. But there is one thing, Xiaofeng she accidentally forgot, Dijun is sometimes a very curious fairy. Sure enough, the curious emperor thought for a while and came to a conclusion: "This custom is interesting, I haven't tried it yet, and it would be good to try your Qingqiu custom." Feng Jiu stretched out her hand to block the emperor's chest before she moved, her face was as red as a pink peach: "You can say such shameless words!" In fact, Dijun and his old man just said that. However, he obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with the nonsense just now, and reminded her: "Who hugged me first, do you remember?" Feng Jiu's raging arrogance was suppressed by half in an instant, and this was another matter of face. She thought about it for a long time, then mumbled weakly: "It's true, it's true that I hugged it first." Touching her nose, she argued: "But this is my dream, I can do whatever I want." With a flash of inspiration, she suddenly realized.Yes, this is her dream. Donghua is just a dream character derived from her consciousness. It's just that he has never won him verbally. Take this dreamer into consideration. She was suddenly full of arrogance, and looked at Donghua fearlessly: "You, you, it's just my idea, my own dream, if I want to take advantage of you, I can naturally take advantage of you, how I want to take advantage of you Naturally, you can take advantage of you, but you can’t take advantage of me in turn.” Shaking his head, he said: “You don’t have to talk to me about the principle of reciprocity, because there is no other reasoning in this dream, what I’m talking about is The only reason!" His words were so forceful that he cut gold and cut jade, and he was a little bit stunned by the words, and he fixed his eyes on the emperor. Dijun seemed to react for a long time. She thought that Dijun might also be stunned, and raised his hand to shake in front of him a few times.Dijun held her swaying hand, looked at her clearly, but said to himself: "So I must be dreaming." After a pause, he said: "I still think, why are you so let go all of a sudden. And , not even angry." Feng Jiu heard the two words of the emperor, and the words were true, but they didn't quite understand what they meant when they were connected together, and said confusedly: "What do you mean you are dreaming?" said blankly: "This, isn't it a dream? It wasn't a dream, and where did you come from?" Inexplicably and confusedly, he said, "Why am I angry with you?" After being stunned for a moment, his eyes moved to his reddish lips, and his face turned pale: " Could it be, I really took yours..." She really couldn't say the word cheap, and the hand that was not held by Donghua silently pulled the thin quilt covering her chest, trying to pull it up Wrap yourself up.Let's face it, it's kind of brutal. Dijun raised her hand to cover it slightly, and the raised corner of the quilt was hung in the air, and her hand was held by Dijun.Dijun frowned at her for a while: "Do you still remember what you were doing before you fell asleep, Xiaobai?" What is she doing before falling asleep?Thinking about it at this moment, Feng Jiu realized that she had no impression at all.For a moment, the autumn wind was passing through Qiongtai in my mind, and the sad stories about amnesia were blown by this small cool wind, and my heart was suddenly chilled.Is this symptom of myself, amnesia? Sorrow comes from the heart, the cold comes from the self-sufficiency, and with this thought, Feng Jiu feels that her hands and feet become cold for a moment.Right at this moment, the icy slag-like hand was clenched even tighter, and Dijun whispered in his ear: "I'm here, there's nothing to be afraid of, you just fell asleep." She raised her hand and looked at Dijun in confusion. Dijun brushed off her sweat-drenched forehead hair, and said calmly: "Sometimes it happens when you sleep too much. It doesn't matter if you don't remember things before going to bed. If you remember the latest things, it's nothing." A little flash in his eyes Shimmer said again: "Actually, I can't remember anything, and I don't think there is anything." Dijun's words of consolation were really not consolation, but when the words fell into her ears, they miraculously settled her empty heart. Only now did Feng Jiu see clearly that although she was not dreaming, she was indeed lying on a huge bed.But it's not the happy bed of the red tent and red quilt.The gauze curtain in front of the mattress under her body should be dark blue in color of bitter Shu flowers, and there is no burning dragon and phoenix candle outside the curtain, but there is a night pearl the size of a goose egg floating on the top of the curtain. Through the soft tent woven of tulle, one can see that the sky is like a vast curtain and the ground is like a long mat. The white trees with bright branches surround the soft tent, reflecting a sense of immortality.Of course, the most immortal among them is the old man Dizuo sitting in front of him in the tent. Just now, Emperor Cai mentioned the recent events.Feng Jiu thought about the recent incident for a while, then she recalled a little, and said to Donghua in a low voice, "Since you are not a dream, then...the dream of getting married to the Cangyi God before you...oh, that might be a dream .” She pondered over the source of the dream, and concluded with a dull face: "Two months ago, my old man, uh, my father forced me to marry the Cangyi God of Zhiyue Mountain. I tried my best to demolish Cangyi’s shrine, and the marriage fell through. I heard that Cangyi actually spent a lot of money to build that shrine, but he didn’t blame me when I reduced it to ruins. My old man jumped up and wanted to teach me a lesson, and he even interceded for me." She continued to sum up deeply: "Although his behavior, I think it may be that he has commanded too many mountains and rivers in the mortal world, and his mind is exhausted with too many trivial matters. But he interceded for me. I am very grateful to him, and I feel a little sorry for tearing down his nest, and feel ashamed in my heart. I guess it is because of this that I have such a bizarre dream today." Feng Jiu's hair was messy from sleeping, and Dijun helped her straighten it out without a word.She summed up in reverse order, and Dijun followed her to sum up, while thinking about big things.Bai Zhi wanted to marry Feng Jiu to Zhiyue Mountain. According to Si Ming, seventy years had passed since this incident, but at this time, Feng Jiu said that it happened only two months ago. It seems that it was probably a dream. At that time, she was seriously injured, and her celestial power was weak, which made Fengjiu's memory a little confused by Alanruo's dream. Her memory at this time was still seventy years ago, so she was not angry with Ji Heng because he gave Pin Poguo to Ji Heng. Dijun felt that the function of Alan Ruo's dream to disturb people's memory was quite understanding. Feng Jiu made a statement and sighed, but there were two or three things that she couldn't figure out why, she had a puzzled look on her face, and said deeply: "Actually, I've felt something was wrong since just now," looking at Dijun , A layer of shock gradually appeared in the eyes: "Since I was dreaming just now and I am not dreaming at this time, where is this place, you, Dijun, why did you appear here, and, who owns this bed? " The emperor looked at her for a while, and it seemed that Xiaobai at this time only had memories of being his spirit fox in Jiuchongtian.This is much easier.He said nonsense with a sincere face: "This is an enchantment similar to the Ten Evil Lotus Realm. Yanchi Wu has trapped me. You are worried about me, so you rushed to rescue me." Feng Jiu opened his mouth like a salty egg, and put his fist into his mouth in surprise: "Yanchi Wutuo is so good at it, he locked you up twice!" The emperor said without changing his face: "He not only locked me, but also locked you, so we can't get out, we can only be trapped here." Feng Jiuyi said angrily, "Yan Chi Wu is a villain!" But he was a bit puzzled: "Why did Yan Chi Wu trap you again, and the part where I came to rescue you without hesitation, I have a little impression gone?" Dijun calmly said: "Because you fell asleep." Seeing that her eyes were still full of doubts, he put his hand on her face, looked directly into her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Xiaobai, are you Always come to rescue me when I'm trapped?" Don't you always come to rescue me when I'm trapped? Feng Jiu froze. Tonight, her thoughts were upside down, causing her to behave in one way and then in another way, feeling disorganized and inexplicable.At this time, Donghua's words were like a piece of snow falling on the brows, instantly clearing away the evil obstacles on the Lingtai. She just felt a little sober. Memories of the Nine Heavens hundreds of years ago flowed into my bosom like a river, and my heart suddenly felt sore. She remembered that once in the past, she chatted with her aunt about the mysteries of the world, which is that many things are similar but not similar.For example, "love" and "desire".At first glance, the difference between the two is small, but they are very different.One of the differences is that desire is controllable but emotion is uncontrollable, so ordinary people have an elegant saying that "love doesn't know where it starts, it goes deep". My own desire for Donghua has never been a controllable desire, but an uncontrollable affection.I thought I had cut off the root, but the root was buried too deep. The section I cut out looked quite long at first glance, so I thought it was the end.In fact, if you dig deep, you can still find it. She thought that the past was as insignificant as the wind, but at this time Donghua simply said a few words, but completely wiped out the loess on the root, allowing her to see with her own eyes how deep and stable this relationship was buried. There is no need to worry about why Yan Chiwu locked Donghua again, and why he ran to rescue him without learning a lesson. Dijun said, don't you always come to rescue me when I'm trapped. After more than two hundred years, it seemed that he finally realized that he was the little fox who rescued him in the Ten Evil Lotus Realm and the little fox who accompanied him in the Nine Heavens.I don't know, does he know the hardships he has suffered for him. But if you know what you can do, so what if you don't know, this is not the right time. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and slid down the end of her eyes. She heard her own voice empty: "You really know that I am that fox back then. But, how do you know now?" The atmosphere in the soft tent was heavy for a moment, Donghua wiped the tears at the end of her eyes with his fingertips, and said in silence for a long time, "It's my fault." She looked at Donghua with teary eyes, the expression on his face she had never seen before. She knew that he was showing weakness in this way.He showed weakness like this and told her that it was all his fault, but she actually understood in her heart that the so-called ignorance is not guilty, it is not Donghua's fault, it is God who did not make this marriage for them, Donghua's apology is unreasonable . It didn't make sense for her to cry and blame him so miserably. I only heard of Enmity and Enmity with a smile, but I didn't hear that Enmity and Cry formed a new enmity. She raised her hand to wipe away her tears, and followed Donghua's words with lowered eyes.He whispered: "It's nothing. Before Ji Heng came to Taichen Palace, you were always good to me. You only became bad to me when Ji Heng came. You don't have to take this to heart, because a long time ago I I have already figured out this truth, Ji Heng is your sweetheart, I was probably only a pet in Taichen Palace at that time, I scratched Ji Heng, there is nothing wrong with you locking me up as a punishment. I It’s nothing if you didn’t come to see me when you were locked up, you were preparing for your marriage with Ji Heng at that time, marriage has always been very complicated, there are many etiquettes, you may be so busy that you forgot that I also have it.” She sniffled, pretending to be magnanimous and said: "The fact that your newly loved spiritual pet almost killed me, this, you don't have to take it to heart. I have figured out a set of reasons for this matter, and I can do it myself I figured it out. If I had obediently let Ren Chonglin arrest me that day, I wouldn't have encountered such a disaster, so I can't blame others, after all, it's fate that my luck may not be very good." She raised her hand to wipe her tears again, and said earnestly: "Because I suffered a lot in your palace, maybe God used this to imply that we have no fate anyway, so I..." Dijun's voice came from above his head: "So you?" Feng Jiu raised her head in a daze, there were still two teardrops on her chin, she was a little confused by Dijun's interruption, "so" what to do.Dijun frowned, a layer of ice condensed on his face.Feng Jiu felt that the emperor looked at her with a sad look. Back then in Jiuchongtian, if he knew that the spirit fox he was feeding was the little princess of Qingqiu Bai's family, what would he have done?Dong Hua thought about this question, and felt that Feng Jiu would probably be sent back to Qingqiu.For the little fox's saving grace in the lotus realm of ten evils, he will reward Qingqiu with nine heavenly treasures.Yu Qing naturally loves the little fox very much, but Yu Li, but it's really inconvenient to keep a clan of emperor concubines by his side to raise them. Although he really didn't know much about the past, but this kind of ignorance may be a mistake in itself.The past cannot be pursued, and this is not the time for regret. In the eyes, Feng Jiu's face became more and more tired, and she glanced at the bright moon above, and it was estimated that it had been nearly half an hour since she woke up.Time is running out. Falling into Alan Ruo's dream, Feng Jiu lost all her cultivation and her soul and body were injured.Since March, relying on Donghua's daily three-in-one blood to feed, Fang has completely repaired the wounds on his soul and regained his 30,000-year cultivation base.But the body is still very weak and needs recuperation. For immortals to take care of their immortal bodies, it is best to find a place where the spiritual energy can flourish.However, in the Sanskrit Valley where the earth immortals live, there are few wonderful places of spiritual mountains. Donghua used his own spiritual power to make a recuperation seal, specially for the recuperation of Feng Jiu's immortal body. According to the principle of the recuperating seal spell, because it is specially made for Feng Jiu, as soon as she wakes up, the calm aura around her body begins to float, and the related recuperating seal will be activated spontaneously, and her fairy body needs to be sealed within an hour. The seal is only effective if it is built into it.This is the reason why the so-called time is running out. However, the seal is a good place to raise the immortal body, but the soul should not be confined there for a long time, it is better to put it elsewhere.In a situation like Fengjiu's, it is best to put the soul into a living person's body so that it can absorb some vitality from time to time and keep it there.As for Alanruo's dream, there is no rush to go out. Feng Jiu leaned against the corner of the bed alone, looking at the quilt with a vague expression. Donghua frowned and remained silent. At this moment, Xiaobai hated him in her heart. In fact, she hated him for a reason, but it was only the last half an hour before she was put into the recuperation seal.Once she entered the recuperation seal, according to her frailty, she might not be able to get out without Sanyue.It would be a waste for anyone to let her continue to hate herself for spending the last half of the time. There was a moment of silence in the soft tent, and the sound of cicadas outside the tent came to my ears. Feng Jiu hugged the quilt at the corner of the bed for a while, and asked Donghua hesitantly, "What's wrong with you, Dijun?" Dijun came back to his senses, looked at her thoughtfully, and said for a long time: "You just wanted to say, so what?" Seeing that she frowned and began to think about it, he suddenly said: "There is no reason, in fact, we have already grown up. dear." Boom, Feng Jiu bumped her head against the bed frame, gritted her teeth and said, "How is that possible!" Dijun's eyes dimmed, and he asked her, "Why is it impossible?" Feng Jiu rubbed the bag on her forehead: "I don't remember..." She didn't remember that she and Donghua had exchanged wedding invitations, worshiped heaven and earth, and entered the bridal chamber... Of course, it doesn't matter if you can't remember the latter one, but there is no memory at all. No... It can be seen that the emperor is bluffing her.But Dijun's expression at this moment is so sincere... She looked at Dijun tangled. Donghua stretched out his hand to help her rub the bag on her forehead, rubbed it loose and said, "I don't remember because you lost your memory. I lied to you just now when I said you were sleepy." He said patiently, "I'm worried about you. When you know it, you are afraid, in fact, you have amnesia." Amnesia?Amnesia! As a god, living in this dangerous era where amnesia potions and spells are very popular, it is true that some people are prone to amnesia. Feng Jiu stammered: "I, am I so unlucky?" There are indeed many things in her mind that cannot be remembered at this moment.In this kind of verification before and after, she felt more and more that what Dijun said might be true, and she said in horror: "But I clearly, how could I agree to this marriage, I..." Dijun's hand stopped, his gaze paused on her eyes, and he said deeply: "Because, Xiaobai, don't you like me?" When Dijun looks at people with this expression, it is the most terrible.Feng Jiu covered her missed chest, struggling desperately, "It must not be for this reason, if it is for this reason, then what I did before..." Dijun changed his words calmly: "That's just one of them." He added: "The main reason is that I knelt down and begged you to forgive me." Feng Jiu is no longer in despair. Feng Jiu was stunned. Stunned, Feng Jiu silently stuffed her fist into her mouth. The demeanor of the emperor kneeling, and the demeanor of kneeling in front of her... She tried to imagine, but found that she couldn't. Something that she couldn't even imagine, happened once in a thousand years, but she actually forgot.She was so disgruntled. Dijun said that he once knelt down and asked her to marry him.Leaving aside the anecdote that the emperor would kneel down, what is more important is why did the emperor marry him? This is really an eternal mystery. She was more curious than surprised, and there was a heavy speculation in her heart, and she blurted out tentatively: "Because you have done something to me, are you forced to marry me? Where is your sweetheart, Ji Heng?" The emperor was stunned for a moment, and said puzzledly: "Ji Heng and I, why do you think so, she and I are so different in age..." Looking at Feng Jiu's watery black eyes, he suddenly realized that her age seems to be so different. Worse than yourself.Frowning, he briefly said, "Ji Heng has nothing to do with me." Hearing such words from Donghua's mouth, Feng Jiu was shocked, and muttered in shock: "Actually, am I still dreaming?" She patted herself hard, and the pain caused two tears to burst out of her eyes in an instant, and she said with glistening tears, "Oh, so it's not a dream, then it's because I really lost my memory and forgot too much. I think this world has become my dream." It’s a little less recognizable.” She said to Donghua in confusion: "Actually, I still have a question. I don't know if I can ask for advice." This question is a bit hurtful, but she was really curious, and she couldn't bear it until Donghua nodded and said: "If you said, we are indeed married, why my old man would agree to this marriage, I still can't figure it out , because of you," she said with some embarrassment, "because my old man has always been a very vulgar fairy, you are not from a family of three generations and now you don't hold a lot of power, so you don't quite meet his criteria for choosing a son-in-law..." The emperor was silent for a moment: "So Qingqiu still has such a rule of choosing a son-in-law. I haven't heard of it." After thinking about it for a moment, he raised his head and said sincerely: "Perhaps Bai Yi thinks that although I don't have any bright future to speak of, I still give it to you." You knelt down because you are honest and honest, and you agreed to see me being pitiful." The words that came out of the emperor's mouth, Feng Jiu thought about it, it sounded a bit strange. But she couldn't tell what was strange, because logically, this reason was feasible. They, Qingqiu, have indeed always been called soft-hearted, prone to overflowing with sympathy. From this point of view, Dijun did not bluff anyone, she and Dijun were indeed married. No matter how I figured out how to marry Dijun, but I was able to figure it out in such a tangled state of mind, which shows that Dijun must have put in effort and effort.Dijun, it's not easy for him.It turned out that she and Dijun ended up like this in the end. She had been entangled a lot in the past, and it was really useless.God's will is really unpredictable. You think it is of this kind, but it is often of that kind.However, this is also a kind of fun in the long journey. She was melancholy for a moment due to the unpredictability of God's will, and when she came back to her senses, she saw Dijun's dark eyes staring at her, and for some reason, she suddenly felt happy. She pretended to cough, tried her best to suppress her excitement, and tentatively said to Donghua, "Dijun, you must not only kneel down for me, right? Although I don't remember much, you must have done other more embarrassing things." Bar?" She felt that although she had used two interrogatives modestly rather than aggressively rhetorical, there was no doubt that every question she asked must be true.Dijun's expression of sudden silence after hearing her words is the best example.The ability to see through the world by oneself is really a wise man! She suppressed her surging admiration for herself, and proudly said: "Don't bully me just because I can't remember, kneeling down can make me change my mind, I really underestimate me, I don't believe it." The last sentence she added was originally intended to draw two more obedient words from Donghua's mouth, but for some reason, the emperor fell into a long period of trance after hearing it, until a dead branch fell on the bed curtain and broke After the silence, he suddenly came back to his senses and said softly: "If you want to figure it out," he pondered for a while: "Then how do you do it, Xiaobai?" Feng Jiu thought that it was a sign of his shyness that the emperor threw the conversation back instead of answering himself.That's right, in order to redeem himself, he ordered a lot of outrageous things, and he couldn't bear to recall them now.She was overjoyed.Although she still half-understands why the emperor wants to save herself, but she has forgotten the reason, she has forgotten too many things, and she is not in a hurry to know all of them. Dijun frowned, and asked her again as if thinking deeply: "What do you want me to do, Xiaobai?" Because she already firmly believed that Donghua was being shy at this time, and she was satisfied in her heart, she felt that she couldn't force the emperor even more.Since Dijun wanted to change the subject by asking her, let him do it for now. She scratched her head and replied slowly: "Well, follow my way, I can't think of what way to draw for a while." After a pause, she said: "But I heard that the dissection The heart is the proof that can best prove a person's love for another... Oh, you may not have heard of this word. I heard from my aunt that it is very popular in the mortal world. It is more sincere to show people. Because for ordinary people, cutting one's heart is death, and death shows one's ambition. This ambition must be respected, so it must be believed." Seeing Dijun frowning and thinking, he coughed and said, "Well, I just said it casually, because you suddenly asked me what I want you to do, so I thought of what to say but it was just a pretext." Scratching his head, he said, "But I still can't think of what I really want you to do." He glanced at the corner of the curtain and blinked his eyes: "If there is a incense burner burning at this time, it may be better to fall asleep later, you can help me burn the incense burner, and I will remember anything else first." , I will exchange it with you in the future. Husband and wife, don’t pay much attention to this.” When the word husband and wife came out, his eyes flickered, and he looked aside embarrassedly. This word is contained in the eyebrows, and it tastes novel. It's not that she has never been married. Marrying Ye Qingti in the mortal world was a helpless act. It was a nameless act. He never called her wife, and she never called herself that. It turns out that this is what happens when a marriage is promised by a good fate. There was some deep meaning in Donghua's eyes, but nothing unusual could be heard in his voice. After a long time, he said, "That's fine, you owe it first, and you can ask me to pay it at any time." After saying that, he turned around and lit incense for her.It made her a little confused. Sure enough, they are married, today she recognizes the emperor whatever she says, and it is not so rare for the sky to rain red. Dijun sat on the edge of the bed with his back to her, turned his backhand into a tripod-shaped copper incense burner on his fingertips, and took out incense pills and flints from his sleeves. The set of movements was extremely smooth. Feng Jiu took the time to think back, although most of Dijun's expressions today are still the same expression in her eyes, but some expressions seem to be subtly different.And these subtly different expressions are a little difficult to understand.She didn't understand it, so she didn't intend to understand it, so she knelt and walked closer to him, wanting to see what kind of incense he was burning. Unexpectedly, the purple figure in front of her suddenly turned around, and she was startled.Looking at Dijun's face who is close at hand... kissing Dijun's slender lips that would feel a little cold... She tried to calm down: "I just came to see what kind of incense you burn." Because she was kneeling and kneeling, she was taller than the sitting Dijun, so it was rare for Dijun to be inferior. She straightened her back calmly, trying to stagger away from Dijun's face. Halfway through the mistake, Dijun stretched out his hand to hold her left shoulder, pressing slightly towards herself, as if she was leaning over to do something to Dijun. Dijun raised his head slightly: "I think, you seem to be thinking about something." When Dijun asked this sentence, she didn't think of anything, but when Dijun asked, she remembered something.With a bang, a fire burned from his forehead to the back of his neck.Because the distance is too close, Dijun's breath when he speaks must linger on her lips unexpectedly, Dijun asked: "What are you thinking?" Looking at Dijun's magnified handsome face, Feng Jiu suddenly had a great realization of this color. The immortal journey of the floating world is tens of thousands of years long and has no end. It seems that you can enjoy everything, but in fact, it is just a look.Compared with this tens of thousands of years of fate, the beauty that meets one's heart in one's life is just an accident, and the wonderful thing that can meet one's heart is just a trivial matter.Since it is already the end of the case, it must not be wasted when it is encountered.What's more, the "what if" and "weimo" in front of him are still her husband who is married to her. She stretched out her hand to hold Dijun's face, and with the determination to go all out, she was about to kiss him... But she felt Dijun's hand hook, and her head suddenly lowered, touching his lips. There seemed to be a hint of a smile in Dijun's voice: "So I was thinking about this." She was really thinking about it, but it was one thing for her to think it, and another for him to say it.This kind of thing, death, cannot be admitted.She blushed and said confidently: "Who is thinking about this? I just think that since we are married, the first time...it must not be me kissing you. A moment ago...a moment ago, although I took the initiative, it's okay. But it's just because I'm a bit confused when I'm dreaming, I'm actually a very reserved person when I'm awake..." Dijun interrupted her and said, "You are right, I am indeed the one who took the initiative." She wanted to say something more, but the unfinished words were drowned in the next kiss. When Dijun closed his eyes, she realized that his eyelashes were very long. On the top of the tent, there are shimmering pearls and projections from white trees.Feng Jiu put her hands on Dijun's shoulders, lowered her head slightly and closed her eyes, and slowly wrapped her arms around Dijun's neck. She did all these actions very unconsciously, feeling vaguely in her mind that marriage is really a bizarre thing. When she was the most whimsical, she never thought that Dijun would become her husband one day, and he would cherish it like this kiss yourself.He put his hand on the back of his neck so lightly, closed his eyes so defenselessly, and bit her lips so tenderly. The most immortal god like Dijun has been living in the pure land of Bodhi in the illusion of Sanqing. No one in the world has the courage to pull him into the world of mortals. She did this courageous thing, and she succeeded. Can do it. She dragged him into this love affair, this is something he has never experienced, he must be very uncomfortable, but even so, he did not mess up, it is still his pace and his rules, this is indeed what she has always known the emperor.She likes it very much. After a while. Donghua looked down at Fengjiu who was sleeping soundly in her arms. The girl in her arms had slender willow eyebrows, her thick eyelashes were quietly closed, her lips were ruddy and full, and she looked better than when she just woke up. An hour is still too short, even though he used a not-so-bright method to keep her from getting into trouble for the next half an hour, but he didn't care much about whether this not-so-bright method was proper or not.He has always paid attention to practicality, and a method that works is a good method. The most important thing at this moment is to bring her soul out, so that her immortal body can immediately enter the maintenance seal to raise her, so that there is no delay in time. When she comes out of the seal after several months of breath adjustment, whether the chaotic memory will be corrected, and whether she will hate herself even more when she recalls this episode, Dijun certainly thought about it, and this also gave Dijun a slight headache.But Dijun feels that this matter is different from the formation of the same army, and there is no pre-planned countermeasure to think about. He can only adapt to the situation and see how she will react when the time comes, and then how to coax her. He carried Feng Jiu to the edge of the pool, but she was still fast asleep. The moonlight was cool, and the emperor held Feng Jiu in his arms with one hand, raised his sleeve slightly, and the recuperation seal that had sunk at the bottom of the Shuiyue Lake broke through the water.The water curtain slowly fell along the edge of the seal, exposing the white-glowed ice coffin. The ice coffin is surrounded by clouds and mist, which spread across the water in an instant. One can tell at a glance that the cloud is a majestic fairyland.Although the light in the clouds is faint, it is completely different from the green brilliance of the forest and the clear brilliance of the moonlit night, making Shili Bailu Forest pale in an instant.The fishes in the water were nourished by a sliver of celestial lake, and after a hundred years of cultivation, they transformed into shapes one after another, knelt and stood on the water pool in haste, and bowed down to the purple-clothed deity. The emperor stepped across the water indifferently, carefully put Feng Jiu, who was sleeping in his arms, into the ice coffin, and heard her frowning in her sleep: "It's cold." The more courageous little fish spirit stretched her neck, wanting to see the face of the girl in the ice coffin, but was hurriedly pulled back by her companion, who raised her hand and lowered her head.The little fish spirit was still in a good mood, and raised her eyes to sneak a peek. The emperor took off his outer arms and covered Feng Jiu, holding her hand until she stopped shaking, and softly comforted her: "Be good while you stay here, and I will pick you up later." After tidying up, Fang turned his head and said to the little fish spirits kneeling in a ball: "Send her here with you and take care of her for me." The voices were not necessarily elevated, but the little fish spirits in the pool lowered their heads even lower, obedient to the point of piety, their voices were cowardly but tidy: "Observe the order of the gods." The full moon disappeared, and the little fish The fish spirits saw the white-clothed deity looking up at the girl in the ice coffin for a long time, and Fang stretched out his fingers to brush her forehead, proposing her soul.The detached soul, a cloud of soft white mist lingers between his fingers, surrounded by a faint halo, very dignified and beautiful. Feng Jiu's soul needs to be put into a living person's body to be raised, but if her soul is put into an ordinary person, her cultivation is limited, and she is afraid that she will be entangled with that person's soul at that time, and will be inseparable in the end But troublesome.It's best to find a pregnant woman and send her soul in her womb, that's the best. Donghua carefully caged Feng Jiu's soul, and when he turned around, the ice coffin behind him slowly sank into the water. No wind tonight.It was a fine day.