Fairy King's Handbook

The sky and the earth were silvery white and silent.

Behind the mountain is a palace hidden in the clouds and mist, only the pavilion stands. The temperature in the pavilion is suitable. The study room on the second floor is next to the bedroom.He looked carefully at the person in the painting, with soft brows and eyes unconsciously.

There was already a thick stack of scrolls piled up on the desk, and he put away the latest one.Qing Yu's figure passed by in front of the window sill, and brought a reply letter from Xuanyin Jun.

Qingyu left the letter and flew away quietly. Yan Chongming's fingertips moved slightly, and the contents of the letter appeared in front of him. He skipped the previous statement about the recent developments in the underworld, and saw the sentence directly: "After a short period of amnesia , you need to lead back to Menghu within three days."

There is also the sentence "every time I lose my memory, I don't remember anyone." There are a bunch of instructions to bring the person back as soon as possible, etc. Yan Chongming just ignored it.

Sensing movement in the dormitory, Yan Chongming was about to pass, one person pushed the door and entered. Meng Zhen, who had just woken up, was still wearing white obscene clothes and barefoot. He saw Yan Chongming by the window, a little confused, as if he hadn't expected There are people here, just standing there in a daze.

Yan Chongming strode over, hugged him directly by the waist, and asked softly, "Why don't you wear shoes?"

Meng Zhen didn't have time to exclaim, looked at the man in front of him closely, and asked a little uncertainly, "Brother Chongming?"

Yan Chongming froze, his heart trembled slightly, he looked at the person in his arms, and asked softly, "What are you calling me?"

Meng Zhen looked Yan Chongming carefully, and finally confirmed: "You didn't say it yourself, are you my elder brother Chongming?" After finishing speaking, Meng Zhen was still a little embarrassed. Every time he shouted, he felt inexplicably ashamed.

Great joy suddenly surged in Yan Chongming's heart. He hugged the person in his arms tightly, pushed open the door of the bedroom, and sat down on the couch.He trembled: "You remember me."

Hearing this, Meng Zhen immediately looked distressed, "I don't seem to remember anything, I just remember you." When he woke up, his mind was blank and he didn't remember anything.At the moment when I opened the door and saw Yan Chongming by the window, a memory flooded my heart.At that time, they were in the cabin at sea, and the person in front of him asked him to call him brother Chongming, and gave him a scarlet sword...

Yan Chongming suddenly felt like a lost and found surprise, and hugged Meng Zhen vigorously.Meng Zhen was out of breath by his embrace and struggled.

"Is it cold?" Yan Chongming relaxed a bit, and brought a white dress from the bed. This dress was of the same texture and style as the one he was wearing, but the color was different.

Meng Zhen is not cold, this room is very warm, but he is dressed like this and being hugged by Yan Chongming, he feels a little shy.He hurried to get the clothes and put them on.

Yan Chongming chuckled and let him down, but also stopped him from moving.Then Meng Zhen stood there stiffly and let Yan Chongming dress him up.After finishing his clothes, Yan Chongming wanted to put on his shoes again.

Meng Zhen wanted to struggle, but Yan Chongming sat him down on the bed. He was not in a hurry, but said apologetically, "You fell from the tree yesterday and cried for a long time. It's all because I didn't take good care of you, so I feel very sad. Guilty."

Meng Zhen didn't remember what happened at all. Hearing what Yan Chongming said, his ears turned red, and he cried for a long time.He is not a child, he will cry when he falls.

Yan Chongming suddenly reached out to touch Meng Zhen's slightly swollen eyes, and said softly, "Are your eyes still a little sore? You have been crying for a long time, and it hurts all the time."

Hearing what he said, Meng Zhen really felt sore eyes, and he thought it was because he didn't sleep well.It seemed that he was really crying, and he couldn't speak for a while.

Yan Chongming was still caressing his cheeks, his fingertips trembling slightly, and he said sadly: "Here, the skin is scratched and bleeding, and here..."

His voice was very soft, but Meng Zhen could hear full of cherishment and guilt from that soft voice, he touched his cheek, it was smooth and there was no discomfort at all, he held Yan Chongming's hand, "Not at all It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Does that head still hurt?" Yan Chongming looked heavy and worried.

"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt anywhere."

Yan Chongming felt a little relieved.Meng Zhen only thought about the embarrassment of such a big person crying, but felt his feet were being held, and just about to move, Yan Chongming held his feet in the palm of his hand, "Don't move. You have no spiritual power and are prone to sleepiness. , let me do it."

Yan Chongming's palms were warm, and his feet were covered with warmth after a while, and Meng Zhen felt his face was also warm.He sat there motionless, letting Yan Chongming put on his white boots.

Yan Zhongming La Mengzhen stood up, glanced up and down, quite satisfied with his clothes, and said softly: "Go for a walk."

Push open the attic door.There is an endless silvery white in front of him.The top of the mountain in the distance is piled with heavy snow, and the mountainside is a lush forest, but all the trees are covered by heavy snow.Meng Zhen had never seen so much and such thick snow, as if accumulated over many years.

Meng Zhen was about to go out, when Yan Chongming's fingertips flashed, and there were two feathers lying in the palm of his hand, one blue and one red.Meng Zhen had seen this feather before, it was their Jiansui.

As a result, seeing the two sword tassels transform into two big cloaks, Meng Zhen was speechless, until Yan Chongming put the red one on for him, he was still amazed, and touched it back and forth carefully.

Yan Chongming was a little amused, and said to Meng Zhen, "This feather can be transformed at will, and the red one is yours. When you don't have amnesia, you like to turn it into a peony flower the most."

"Really?" Meng Zhen was a little happy, this feather is really a treasure.

"When your memory is restored and you have spiritual power, you can change as you wish." Yan Chongming explained with a smile.

"Then can I change you?" Meng Zhen asked seriously.

Yan Chongming was a little dumbfounded, why Meng Zhen always insisted on changing him.He said, "No."

Meng Zhen was a little lost for a while, Yan Chongming was very confused, so he asked him: "Why do you want to change me?"

Meng Zhen thought for a while, and said seriously: "I don't remember anything, I only know you. I want you to stay with me all the time. If you have other things to leave, then there will be one more."

Yan Chongming felt that his heart was being pulled, first it was densely sour, and then the sourness slowly melted into warmth and warmth.He took Meng Zhen's hand, pulled up his collared clothes, and said solemnly: "You don't need to change into another one, I will always be with you, and I won't go anywhere."

Meng Zhen listened to what he said seriously, and was a little moved. He is at a loss now, and only feels at ease when he is by Yan Chongming's side.

Yan Chongming knew that he lacked stability in his heart now, and he couldn't remember anything.He was supposed to bring Meng Zhen back to Yinmeng Lake when he came out of the Qiji Kingdom, but he couldn't control himself and brought Meng Zhen back to Yanshan, just two days, and sent him back two days later.

"Don't worry, I will take you to Yinmeng Lake in two days, and your memory will be restored." Yan Chongming led Meng Zhen out of the attic.

The snow outside is so thick that it creaks when you step on it.The clothes made of red feathers on his body were warm, and Meng Zhen happily stepped on the ground, and the worries about the unknown just disappeared.

The two walked forward, leaving two rows of neat footprints along the way. Meng Zhen was very happy. He grabbed Yan Chongming's arm and walked backwards. Then he went to look at the footprints on the ground. Looking at them, he suddenly thought: " How can you step on the snow without a trace?"

Yan Chongming has been watching Meng Zhen happily stepping on the snow. Hearing what he said, a smile appeared in his eyes. He hugged Meng Zhen and teased: "If you want me to hug you, just say so." Then he used his spiritual power Going forward, although walking on the snow, there is no trace.

Meng Zhen was in a bit of embarrassment. He had no spiritual energy now, and he would definitely have footprints when he stepped on the snow, but he didn't want to hug him and walk away. However, Yan Chongming was very warm, so he suddenly had a bad intention and put his cold hand on the snow. Reaching Yan Chongming's neck, "Brother Chongming, I'm a little cold."

Yan Chongming couldn't help laughing at his cunning little thoughts. He opened the neckline a little and let Meng Zhen put his hands in it, "I'm warm."

After a short time, the two came to the top of the mountain.Meng Zhen was about to come down, and looking from a distance, there was only a faint spot left of the previous pavilion, which couldn't be seen clearly in the vast snow-capped mountains.Looking down from the mountain, I found that not all places were covered with snow. The snow line was faintly exposed at the foot of the mountain in the distance, and part of it had already melted. There were black soil exposed and some green plants on it.

"What's that?" Meng Zhen pointed to those plants, curious.

"That's a peony flower, it hasn't bloomed yet." Yan Chongming said with a smile.

"Peony flowers! Did you plant them all?" Meng Zhen asked.

"Well. You can see it when you come next time."

The two sat down leisurely on the top of the mountain. Meng Zhen looked at the green plants at the foot of the mountain, which were extraordinarily lush and green in the silver-white world. After a while, these plants would bloom, and the red flowers reflected on the snow-capped mountains must be very beautiful.He couldn't help but look forward to it.

Speaking of peonies, he thought of the red dress on his body again. He touched it, then looked at the one on Yan Chongming, and asked, "What kind of hair is this? It's really a treasure."

The smile in Yan Chongming's eyes suddenly became meaningful, and he replied: "Lovebird."

Meng Zhen's hand that was still touching his clothes trembled, and he quickly put it down. Although he has lost his memory, he is not a fool. This kind of bird born for love has always been flying together.However, he and Yan Chongming have this kind of feather alone.

Meng Zhen didn't know what to say, turned around and found something in Yan Chongming's hand, he leaned over to look, "What is this?"

But when he saw it clearly, he was even more embarrassed. The object in Yan Chongming's hand turned out to be a sugar figure, no, it was two!The candy man was lifelike, it was made according to the appearance of the two of them, but, his one actually leaned over and kissed Yan Chongming's on the face.

"You gave this to me." Yan Chongming approached Meng Zhen and saw his face getting redder and redder.

He gently embraced Meng Zhen, and then kissed her.The moment his lips touched, Meng Zhen froze for a moment, closed his eyes and tried to shrink back.

Yan Chongming lightly kissed him on the lips, then let go of Meng Zhen, and said softly, "Meng Zhen, don't be afraid. I just like you."

Meng Zhen opened his eyes and bumped into Yan Chongming's shining pupils.His eyes are as clear as snow, but full of indescribable lingering affection and tenderness.

Meng Zhen froze there for a moment, and when Yan Chongming kissed him again, he kept looking into his eyes.

"Close your eyes!" Yan Chongming was a little annoyed, what a fool!

Meng Zhen closed his eyes tightly, and subconsciously grabbed Yan Chongming's clothes.Then the light touch between the lips feels very clear, soft and soft, kissing and sucking back and forth.He felt his heart soften into a ball, like a ball of soft cotton being held in Yan Chongming's hand and stroked back and forth.

Yan Chongming didn't let go of Meng Zhen until his cheeks were flushed from holding back, but he didn't intend to let him go just like that. He embraced Meng Zhen, let him lean on his shoulder to breathe, and then took out the pistol on his waist. The red Misty Rain Snail directly lost some spiritual power into it.

Some scenes flashed before the eyes of the two of them. There was the scene of Yan Chongming secretly kissing Meng Zhen while he was asleep in the inn, and the scene of Meng Zhen holding Yan Chongming to call his wife on the street. In the abyss underground, Meng Zhen Blindfolding his eyes with a red ribbon to heal his wounds, and later on the big tree outside the temple, the two eat twin fruits and kiss to lift the ban...

These are the bits and pieces of their relationship. Yan Chongming picked out some intimate scenes between the two of them. Meng Zhen hadn't recovered from his breath. Seeing these, his face became very hot and his heart was beating wildly.He threw himself into Yan Chongming's arms and buried his head, unwilling to look any further.

Yan Chongming lay down on the ground, turned over, pressed Meng Zhen on the snow, raised his head, and kissed him fiercely.This time the kiss was different from the previous tenderness and lingering, it passed like a storm, as if the affection that had been suppressed for a long time had finally found an outlet, and it was urgent to vent.

Meng Zhen's lips were numb, and before he could take a breath, the domineering kiss swept over again, crushing his lips heavily, licking/licking/sucking/sucking over and over again, just as he opened his mouth to breathe, that flexible tongue took advantage of the situation Rolled in, licked his palate, hooked his tongue and danced together.

"Hmm..." Meng Zhen was so palpitating that he couldn't help snorting, provoking Yan Chongming to kiss even more frantically. Meng Zhen trembled sharply and grabbed Yan Chongming's clothes tightly, feeling the intense passion/tide.

After a long while, Yan Chongming slowed down the kiss and lightly pecked Meng Zhen's lips. He looked at the person below him, the tails of his eyes were red, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was still a faint glimmer of water in his eyes, which was foggy. His heart was tender and sweet. Concerned, whispered softly: "Meng Zhen, I like you."

He hugged Meng Zhen and pressed him in his arms, and the two hugged each other on the snow mountain with tenderness.