Bancheng Fengyue

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On the 30th day of spiritual damage, Fu Cang didn't even have the strength to stand up.

It was another extremely exhausting morning, and he, who had not been able to sleep for several nights, quietly looked at the familiar blue tent.

This is his courtyard, where he hides in the deepest place, where no one is allowed to break in at will, and it is also his final peaceful home.

But even this place was dyed the color of ice and snow by Princess Dragon. The cyan roof gradually turned into her fluffy long hair, Fu Cang suddenly closed his eyes, but her pale and lonely eyes appeared before his eyes.

There is no escape.

She would literally kill him.

When his father sent him to the Lower Realm of the Highness of the Cangsheng to tie the knot, his expression was dignified: "Kindness is different, even if you end up in the lower realm, it may not be able to truly end this evil fate. Do you know what you really want?"

Fu Cang thought, let him forget her, just pretend that nothing happened, don't blame anyone, let the crooked track get back on track, it's just a wrong love.

"Father, don't look for her." He whispered.

There is no need to disturb her purity, they are not together, not to mention, his appearance is really not very good-looking.

But my father still wrote a letter to Princess Long, and she really came.

The Empress Sang got married and recovered her spirituality. At that moment, he suddenly realized that what he wanted was not to forget, but she, who always knew, gave him what he really wanted.

Looking at each other, Fu Cang saw her gentle and sad eyes, she never had such eyes in the upper realm, but in the lower realm, her eyes always showed such a look.

Because he was facing him who knew nothing and was completely pure? Or is it because of knowing that all this in the lower realm will be a dream in the end?

Don't let it come to naught - stay and wait for him, he will come as soon as possible.

But when Fu Cang came to the lower realm, she was still gone.

A thin layer of frost had formed under the emperor's daughter Sang, and the courtyard of the Qingdi Temple was covered with ice and snow. He followed the trail of Princess Long and chased slowly until he saw the imperial tomb engulfed in heavy snow.

On the stone tablet are all kinds of small snowy things she made for him in those days, all of which have been re-carved very carefully, and each one is extremely exquisite. Holding them, Fu Cang felt that the white snow all over the imperial mausoleum was pressing on his heart, as if he couldn't breathe.

Turning around, the sky was falling, and the mountains and forests were all white. The last place she stayed in the mortal world was his grave.

What did he miss? What did you misunderstand again?

The morning sun fell on the candle-shaded white snow all over the mountains and plains, emitting a little bit of cold light, like the flickering tears in her eyes, she neither said nor moved, and cut everything cruelly and calmly.

It was his stupidity and innocence that brought things to this point.

*

When he came to Zhongshan, the priest Qi Nan who was full of grief came out to greet him. Seeing Fu Cang, he seemed to have a layer of remorse. Before he could speak, he said first: "God Fu Cang, please come Well, the princess...she doesn't want to see any visitors."

She didn't want to see him, he could wait, wait a thousand years, two thousand years, he could wait until she was willing to see her.

But Priest Qi Nan's mourning was too obvious, and he sighed again: "I shouldn't have forced the princess like that... She had encountered that kind of thing when she was young, how could I force her..."

childhood? Is it about the death of Emperor Zhongshan's wife?

Qi Nan said in a low voice: "Shenjun Fucang, you are upright, elegant and respectful. You will have a better goddess to accompany you in the future. You... let my princess go, she is very preoccupied and has a strange temper, and she tossed you like that before , she really...is not good enough for you."

Fu Cang was silent for a moment, then said softly: "This kind of thing, only like it or not, I like her."

The blunt "I like her" made Qi Nan's eyes blush, and he held back his tears and lowered his head with a smile: "If the princess hears this, she will torment you again... It's too late, it's too late, Lord Fu Cang go back .”

Fu Cang turned against the wind and stood up, slowly said: "I will come back tomorrow."

The first tomorrow, the second tomorrow, the third... Many tomorrows passed, and he persisted in coming, and the Dragon Princess also persisted in refusing to come out to see him. Fifty years have passed, and that morning, Fu Cang suddenly felt something enlightened in his heart, and the fresh air enveloped him, shaking it endlessly.

The time for a thousand years of dreams has come.

Fu Cang struggled not to fall asleep, walked to the desk, took his pen and ink, faced with the blank letter paper, but he couldn't write anything.

What should I write to her? His apology? His remorse? His love?

With Princess Dragon's ice and snow intelligence, how could she not understand these things? Her insistence on not seeing and avoiding was not to blame him, but to hope that the knife called affection would no longer hang in her heart.

Don't go, don't leave him. If everything could be done again, he would never allow her to be devoured by loneliness, nor would he force her so hastily, whether he wanted to be an enemy of fighting spirit or cling to him to the ends of the earth, he would accompany her.

Thousands of words, nothing to say.

Fu Cang put the blank letter paper into Hua Xu's envelope, and passed it out by magic.

He was always one step late, and the predestined relationship that used to be exaggerated seemed to have completely disappeared at this moment, and the thread that led him to her evil relationship was disconnected, as if it could never be reconnected. If the front edge is cut off, then let everything start again, he will always be there, and will always be waiting for her.

*

Another lonely dawn came, Fu Cang opened his eyes, and what he saw was still the familiar blue roof.

Since he woke up from a dream four thousand years ago, nothing has changed, but everything has changed. Zhong Shan was hidden behind the barrier of clouds and mist, and even the patrolling priests stopped coming out.

How is Princess Dragon doing in there today? Will you show some more smiles? If you can laugh, that's fine.

He got up to wash and change clothes, had a hasty breakfast before leaving Qingdi Palace.

Emperor Qing, who had been silent on this matter all these years, couldn't help but finally said: "Fu Cang, Princess Xuanyi of the Zhuyin clan is willing to go down to the realm to make a marriage for you. What kind of relationship is there. If a goddess really likes you, she will never torture you for such a long time."

Yes, but she really likes him, and she also wants to torture him. It's always like this, one moment I want to give her the softest and most beautiful thing in the world, and the next moment I want to crush her into pieces with my hands.

Up to now, all the extreme emotions that can appear and endure in his life have been given to Princess Dragon, and he can no longer return to the silence of the past. If you have never been loved, you will not be fatal after all. Once you have tasted the taste of bone erosion, you will sink in this life.

Qingdi cleared his throat again: "A few days ago, Chidi told me about Princess Yanxia. She was married in the lower realm and was protected by your sword awakening. It just so happened that the old man Bai Ze was too lazy to teach recently. During the holidays, the Red Emperor and his daughter formally came to pay their respects, and you must stay in the Qingdi Palace tomorrow."

In his heart, he is not very satisfied with Yanxia after all, but the friendship between the two families is very good, Yanxia is after all much stronger than the evil Princess Zhuyin.

Fu Cang left Qingdi Palace silently, since the moment he acquired Chunjun in his swordsmanship, he had only sheltered a goddess.

The next day Chidi's family really came, Yanxia's childishness was greatly reduced after the karma was settled, and she even talked a lot less than before, she just sat in the small pavilion of Danyue and counted the rice grains in the bowl.

Fu Cang sat opposite, sipping Luo Fuchun slowly, neither of them spoke.

Mrs. Chidi was very embarrassed, and she tried to make something interesting for the two of them with a dry smile: "You two children are from the same family, and you have both settled karma in the lower realm. There are so many things you can say, why are you all being boring gourds?"

Emperor Qing said softly: "I think there are many elders here, Fu Cang, let's take Princess Yanxia around Qingdi Palace, you are the master."

Fu Cang put down his wine glass and said calmly: "Senior Sister Yanxia, ​​please follow me."

It was the beginning of winter at this time, the avenue by the lake was cold and windy, and a thin layer of ice had formed on the lake. They walked one after the other for half a day, and it was Yanxia who finally broke the silence: "Junior Fu Cang, Senior Brother Gu Ting, he... Are you still blaming me?"

After she got married and returned to the Mingxing Palace, she never dared to take the initiative to talk to Gu Ting, because the last time she went back to the South Garden, the incident was too big, Gu Ting was also indifferent to her, not as enthusiastic as before, the more he In this way, she dared not apologize to him.

Fu Cang stopped and looked back at her: "Gu Ting is definitely not a narrow-minded person."

Yanxia lowered her head and played with her fingers: "Then, tell me, if I apologize to him, will he forgive me?"

The princess probably just ended her infatuation with Shaoyi after getting married. She looked calmer, but in fact she was still the same, and she wanted to ask for help when she encountered any problems.

Fu Cang thought for a while: "The person he blamed should not be you."

Yanxia breathed a sigh of relief, but then became more nervous for some reason: "Then, when the teacher resumes teaching, I will apologize to him... Junior Brother Fucang, can you say something nice for me?"

She asked twice, but there was no response, but she saw Fu Cang staring at the two huge golden carps jumping out of the Chengjiang Lake, fascinated. She remembered what she had heard about the entanglement between Fu Cang and Xuan Yi after she returned to Mingxing Palace. To be honest, she never thought that the two of them could get together.

Probably because Xuan Yi's princess, who escaped from evil spirits, was sorry for him? Yanxia guessed secretly, just like Shaoyi did to her. Now when she mentions Shaoyi, she doesn't have any troubles anymore, looking back on the obsession and entanglement in the past, she is only a little funny, so Yanxia didn't stop her curiosity, and asked: "Junior Brother Fucang, what's going on with you and Junior Sister?"

But Fu Cang asked back: "How does Senior Sister Yanxia feel towards Shaoyi now?"

Yanxia smiled: "Didn't you also end the karma? Naturally, you should know, just like the wind passing through the trees, the disturbed trajectory returns to normal."

But he is not, the trajectory is getting more and more chaotic, and he is getting deeper and deeper.

Fu Cang turned around and walked forward slowly: "I already have my own heart, and I hope that the friendship with my senior sister will last forever."

Yanxia secretly breathed a sigh of relief again, to be honest, she really didn't get used to Fucang's cold temper, so she didn't dare to joke casually.

The two little gods walked around Chengjiang Lake slowly, this matter naturally failed, Chidi's family was very regretful, Chidi was very optimistic about Fucang, who knew that his daughter was born to get involved with the romantic **** of Qingyang clan, it was so easy The daughter's fate is over, and here Fu Cang is entangled with Princess Zhuyin again.

It seems that this in-laws is not destined to get married.

That night, Emperor Qing had a long talk with Fu Cang, but in the end it was fruitless. Thinking about this natural stubbornness, he was the same as his mother.

*

The sound of the thin rain echoed in my ears, the morning light faintly penetrated the green gauze curtain, and at dawn when the rain fell in the Qingdi Palace, when Fu Cang woke up, he felt that his body and mind were at peace.

There was a familiar fragrance in the wind, he subconsciously touched to his side, but found nothing, only then was he surprised to find that Princess Long, who usually goes to bed early and wakes up late, was not sleeping beside her.

During the three days of the wedding, guests from all walks of life came and went, she barely slept, and she woke up so early today?

Fu Cang walked to the outside room barefoot, and saw Princess Long wearing his coat, leaning on the nanmu corridor to look at the morning sun covered by clouds and rain, her feet were soaked by the drizzle, and her long-sleeved hair was also dripping wet water.

This kind of scenery is really never tired of seeing it in a lifetime.

Sensing that he was approaching, Xuan Yi turned his head and smiled at him, leaned his head on his shoulder softly, and said softly: "I thought I would move to the Qingdi Palace on the top of Mount Tai~www.wuxiaspot.com~ It should have been He went, but he didn't move.

"I still like this side better." She lifted her toes and deftly flicked off the rainwater on it. "I liked it the first time I came here."

He, too, prefers it here.

"That's why you always turn my house into such a mess?" Fu Cang flicked the water droplets from her hair and laughed.

She turned her head away: "If you ask me to look at other places, I won't look."

He knocked on her forehead very lightly, then hugged her shoulders again, and leaned on the nanmu corridor together to watch the raindrops falling from the sky. On him and her, but also on his heart.

Serene and profound, peaceful and quiet.

"Do you want to sleep a little longer?" Princess Dragon, who rarely got up early in her arms, started yawning again.

What a coincidence, he was also a little lazy. Let's hug each other and fall asleep this time, it would be even better if we could wake up together.