Quick Travel: The fishing beauty refuses cannon fodder

It's winter, the forty-second year of Chengkun.

Heavy snow covered the entire imperial city. Looking up, everything was white, as if it was covered with a layer of silk.

In the Star-Zhaing Building, Yan Tanyang was standing in front of the window wearing thin white clothes. His face was pale, his lips were not blood-red, but his eyes were as dark as ink.

Twenty-three years have passed, and his face seems to have not changed much, and his face is still handsome; but it also seems to have changed greatly, and his eyes like glass are blurry and lonely.

Xuanfeng followed Yan Tanyang and said hesitantly: "Your Majesty, the weather is extremely cold and you are not in good health. The imperial doctor specifically told you..."

Yan Tanyang ordered calmly: "Xuanfeng, retreat."

He knew that his body was exhausted. Twenty-three years later, one day Yan Tanyang even found that he had forgotten Shi Rong's appearance, and only a dazzling red remained in his memory.

Yan Tanyang always believed that he would not fall into the same situation as his mother because of love. Even though Shi Rong was gone, he didn't go with him.

He even thought that he would forget Shi Rong in a short time. He handled state affairs and expanded his territory as usual, but occasionally woke up from his dreams, feeling empty in his heart.

He thought he had forgotten Shi Rong.

Until one day, he lost the purse left by Shi Rong... The whole palace was alarmed. The palace people saw that the white-haired emperor searched everywhere just to find an old purse that was poorly embroidered and had long faded. .

It wasn't until he found the wallet that Yan Tanyang discovered that he had not forgotten that person at all.

The young man in red, who looked arrogant but had a hard-spoken and soft-hearted heart, was as hard as iron when facing him, and jumped in front of him without hesitation...

On his happiest day.

When the imperial doctor diagnosed that he was nearing the end of his life, Yan Tanyang found that he only felt relaxed in his heart. He suddenly realized that he had become the person he despised the most.

A snowflake fell into Yan Tanyang's eyes and melted quickly.

He looked at the flying snow in the sky, and suddenly thought of a young man dressed in red and wearing a snow-white fox fur who ran into his arms many years ago. At that time, he pretended to be exhausted and fell weakly to the ground, while the young man blushed angrily and glared at him.

Yan Tanyang coughed violently as her throat itched, "Cough cough cough..."

"His Majesty--"

Yan Tanyang straightened her body and stopped Xuanfeng's support. He took back the veil, looked at the dazzling blood stains on it, and said calmly, "I can't survive today."

"No, the imperial doctor said..."

Yan Tanyang tiredly interrupted Xuanfeng's words, "Step back, I want to sleep again."

Xuanfeng's expression changed several times, but he still lowered his head reluctantly and said with red eyes, "Yes."

His body was cold, Yan Tanyang lay on the bed and closed his eyes.

Vaguely, he had a dream.

The young man dressed in red rushed towards him, but this time, he did not pretend to be exhausted and fell down, but instead grabbed the young man's waist and hugged him into his arms...

……

She didn't know when her face was full of tears. Shi Rong wiped her red and swollen eyes, wiped away the tears on her face, and put the world-viewing mirror into her sleeve. He raised his eyes and looked towards the horizon.

The sea of ​​clouds was suddenly dyed with ink very quickly, and with a deafening thunder, dazzling purple lightning broke through the clouds, carrying a shocking force, and struck a five-clawed golden dragon that exuded a noble aura.

"Your Highness Tan Yang is about to undergo a catastrophe!"

"If this calamity is successfully overcome, His Highness Tan Yang will be the fourth god in the immortal world..."

"A god who is less than 50,000 years old..."

Shi Rong stared at the golden dragon in the sky, feeling a little nervous.

Even though Tan Yang has survived the love tribulation, he still faces nine purple-gold thunder tribulations. This thunder tribulation is so powerful that even an immortal cannot easily parry it.

Otherwise, there would not be only three gods in heaven.

One, two, three...

The thunderstorm was so powerful that it dyed the entire sky purple-gold. In the center of the thunderstorm, a five-clawed golden dragon shuttled through it. The huge dragon body seemed extremely small. As the thunder struck down, the indestructible scales on the golden dragon's body also disappeared. Gradually broken...

As the last violent and terrifying thunder struck down, the dazzling blue-purple color submerged the dragon body. The immortals retreated one after another, not daring to look directly at the center of the thunder.

"This thunder tribulation is so terrifying! Has His Highness Tan Yang survived the thunder tribulation?"

"I didn't see clearly..."

"There is a colorful glow in the center of the thunder tribulation! His Highness Tan Yang has survived the thunder tribulation!"

"We should now call him Tan Yang Shang Shen..."

The colorful glow dispersed, and a snow-like figure appeared in front of the immortals. Tan Yang has a jade-like face and a cold expression. Wherever he goes, the immortals bow their heads and celebrate.

Seeing this, Shi Rong couldn't help but take a few steps back.

It's just a love disaster. How can all kinds of things in the world leave traces in Tan Yang's heart? The mortal Yan Tan Yang and the heavenly prince Tan Yang are two people.

He should make the distinction clearly.

Shi Rong's eyelashes trembled, and he turned around, but suddenly a figure appeared in front of him. Before he could react, he was pulled into someone's arms.

"do not move."

Hearing that familiar voice, Shi Rong was stunned. His intense struggle weakened a bit, and he only heard the man's hoarse voice whispering in his ear, "Let me give him a hug."

Shi Rong felt soft and stopped struggling.

Tan Yang was not satisfied with this simple hug. He held Shi Rong's face and kissed the soft red lips that made him think about it day and night.

His strength was very strong, hot and passionate, as if Shi Rong was drowning in it. Shi Rong was surrounded by the clear breath, and his whole body was like a rootless duckweed, nestled in Tan Yang's arms, letting him take what he wanted. …

After the kiss, Tan Yang lowered his eyes, sighed and bit his lips gently, "Who is the liar? Your Highness Qingrong?"

Shi Rong reacted and wanted to push Tan Yang away: "What?"

He had not forgotten the entanglement between Tan Yang and Bai Xuan. He held back the sourness in his heart and sneered: "So what if I lied to you? Who told you to offend me? I came down to earth just to take revenge on you!"

Tan Yang heard the resentment in Shi Rong's tone and frowned slightly: "When have I ever offended you?"

"Ha! Before, you accused me of defending that little demon fairy..."

"What little fairy?"

Shi Rong was angry: "You are still pretending! It's Bai Xuan..."

Tan Yang said seriously: "I don't know him."

"Then you came to accuse me without any explanation?"

"I didn't have a good impression of you at that time..." Tan Yang coughed, and then hugged Shi Rong tightly, with the joy of regaining something: "It's different now, Rong Rong, I want to marry you."

Tan Yang could tell that Shi Rong clearly had his heart in mind. He thought that the mortal boy fell from the building in front of him just to help him survive the love crisis...

Don't have a good impression of him?

Shi Rong sneered, he kicked Tan Yang away, turned around and left: "Get out! You want to marry me? Wait until eight hundred years later!"

Tan Yang smiled helplessly and chased after him, "Rong Rong, I was wrong..."

"Humph!"