Fairy King's Handbook

On the way back, Yan Chongming wanted to carry Meng Zhen in his arms. Meng Zhen panicked and was unwilling to live or die. In the end, Yan Chongming carried him on his back. Meng Zhen still had a fever on his face and his lips were numb. With his face pressed against Yan Chongming's back, he fell asleep faintly.

The road was not too far away, unlike when he went there, Yan Chongming walked very slowly step by step, he was happy in his heart, he only hoped that the road would be longer.After returning to the pavilion, he found that Meng Zhen had fallen asleep.He gently put Meng Zhen on the couch, helped him remove his cloak and robe, and pulled the quilt to cover him.

Sitting by the bed, he frowned when he saw Meng Zhen's red and swollen lips, got up and went outside to melt snow water and make a cup of spiritual tea.

"Meng Zhen, wake up, drink some water before going back to sleep." Yan Chongming served tea and helped Meng Zhen up.

Meng Zhen was so sleepy, he squinted his eyes and fell asleep again with a whimper, Yan Chongming was a little helpless, so he took a sip of spirit tea and fell asleep.

Probably Meng Zhenzhen was a little thirsty, every time Yan Chongming took a sip, he opened his mouth to drink, and after drinking it in one gulp, he stretched out his tongue to lick it, still wanting more.

Yan Chongming was almost unable to hold the teacup in his hand, his whole body was hot, he took a few mouthfuls in a hurry, covered Meng Zhen with a quilt, and hurriedly left the bedroom.

Because Meng Zhen has no spiritual power and lack of memory, he always gets sleepy easily.But he was sleepy and woke up quickly.After not sleeping much, he got up again.

The dormitory was very quiet, Yan Chongming was not here, he was still thinking about the kiss on the snow mountain, touched his lips, his face turned red again, fortunately there was no one around.Meng Zhen walked around the bedroom and found movement by the window.

He walked over lightly, and through the gaps in the carvings, he saw a red bird dumpling flapping its wings and jumping up and down. When the red bird dumpling saw him coming, it seemed to be frozen immediately, grabbing it with its slender claws. On the edge of the window, the little crimson wings are obedient, and the mung bean-like eyes stare at Meng Zhen without blinking.

Meng Zhen stood by the window and didn't move.But his eyes are bubbling and bubbling, the red bird dumpling is so cute, I really want to touch it, I really want to keep it for myself...

But Zhu Yan was thinking in her heart, Qingyu really didn't lie to me, she was indeed beautiful.

Finally, Meng Zhen couldn't bear it anymore.He tried to get closer, and opened the window little by little. He didn't dare to open it too much to make any noise, for fear of scaring the bird group away.

There was a vast expanse of ice and snow outside, and the bird dumpling was sitting motionless on the edge of the window, Meng Zhen thought it must have been frozen, the poor bird dumpling was hungry and cold in this world of ice and snow.

He tried to stretch out a hand, but he didn't dare to grab it, so he placed it in front of the red bird dumpling, full of anticipation.

Zhu Yan didn't know what he was going to do, but saw that hand in front of her was as white as jade, very beautiful.It couldn't hold back and jumped up.

Seeing the Red Bird Dumplings that he finally got, Meng Zhen was full of surprises. His small claws were cool, thin and short, his small body was as round as a ball, and the feathers were smooth and obedient without any variegation.He first tentatively touched the smooth feathers with his fingers, and seeing that the bird ball didn't respond, he finally stroked it boldly.

Zhu Yan finally understood, he likes its fur!

So Zhu Yan flicked Meng Zhen's palm twice, rolled over, her stomach turned to the sky, and her little paws kicked back and forth.

Ahhh, Meng Zhen's heart is about to melt, why is she so cute.He returned to the couch with the red bird dumpling in his arms and sat down, stretching out his fingers to rub its belly.After kneading for a while, I put the bird dumpling on my chest and covered it for a while, and then kneaded again.

Zhu Yan was a little dizzy at first, but she felt very comfortable after being kneaded. She simply opened her belly and spread it in Meng Zhen's palm, allowing him to knead it.

One person and one bird have different thoughts, so it is not good to have fun here.But one person is not good.

Yan Chongming just came up from the ice spring in the back mountain, and felt hot all over, so he jumped down again quickly.Repeated back and forth several times, the restlessness can't go away.He was a little irritable. He had had many overly charming dreams in the realm of "Weaving Dreams". It was not that he couldn't face his inner desire/desire.It's just that Meng Zhen still has amnesia, and there are still many entanglements between them.

Thinking of all the things in the past, he suddenly calmed down a lot. Yan Chongming found something was wrong when he calmed down, and he couldn't get rid of his restlessness without reason.It must be Meng Zhen playing with the red feather again.

Yan Chongming came up from the ice spring and used spiritual energy to dry his clothes.Back at the attic, pushed open the door of the sleeping hall, Meng Zhen sat by the bed, and really woke up.

In fact, when Meng Zhen heard the footsteps, he subconsciously hid the red bird dumpling under the quilt.Thinking of seeing Yan Chongming soon, he was at a loss for a moment, and happened to see the red feather that had turned into clothes by the bedside yesterday had returned to its original shape, and he quickly grabbed it in his hand.

When Yan Chongming came to the couch, he saw the red feather in Meng Zhen's hand, "Don't keep playing with this." He reached out and took the feather away.

The things in his hand were taken away, and Yan Chongming was so close to him, Meng Zhen didn't know what to say or just keep silent.

As soon as Yan Chongming took the feather, he regretted it a bit. Meng Zhen didn't know the special feature of the feather. He was having fun, but he forcibly took it away.But he can't return it again, let Meng Zhen pinch it in front of him.

"Come with me." Yan Chongming simply pulled Meng Zhen up and took him to the study.

The study room is next to the sleeping hall. It has a large space, but the layout is very simple. There is a low one near the window, with bookshelves on all sides, and then there is a huge desk. The two sat down behind the desk. Yan Chongming spread out a piece of rice paper and looked at it Glancing at the inkstone on the table, he signaled to Meng Zhen, "Grind ink for me."

Meng Zhen obediently held the inkstone and started, he had nothing to do.He focused on the matter in hand, but Yan Chongming leaned on him leisurely, pulled a strand of hair and played with it in his hands, "Your hair has grown."

Meng Zhen was a little puzzled and ignored him.But Yan Chongming didn't move his pen, but turned his head to Zhi Yi to look at him. Seeing that Meng Zhen was unmoved, he began to brush his hair on his face, and then Meng Zhen's face began to flush slightly.

"When I first saw you in Tiangong, your hair was still short, as if it had been chewed by a dog."

When Meng Zhen heard that sentence, he immediately pushed away the inkstone in his hand and pulled his hair back.

Yan Chongming couldn't help laughing, leaned on his shoulder, and said softly: "It's very different from what I imagined. Before that, I saw your portrait."

Only then did Meng Zhen take a look at Yan Chongming, and said in a low voice, "It's different from what you thought, so you're disappointed?" After speaking, he blushed, and quickly stopped talking.

The smile in Yan Chongming's eyes spread, he stared at Meng Zhen straightly, until Meng Zhen's ears were also red, he said: "I am not disappointed, it felt very strange at that time, as if there was hope in the dark."

Meng Zhen didn't say a word, Yan Chongming continued: "I later found out that we have known each other for a long time."

Yan Chongming suddenly felt sad, he didn't speak for a long time.Meng Zhen didn't know why he was depressed, and asked, "I've known you for a long time, isn't that great?"

Yan Chongming hugged him suddenly, and said in a low voice: "You were very hard when you were young, but I always scolded you and said a lot of things that made you sad."

Meng Zhen has no memory, nor can he feel the hard and sad words he said.Just seeing Yan Chongming's sad look now, he said softly: "Those are all over." After thinking for a while, he whispered: "You treat me very well now."

After a while, Yan Chongming finally asked the pain in his heart: "Meng Zhen, do you hate me?"

His voice was low and his eyes were dark.Meng Zhen didn't want to see him like this, so he hugged him back, "I won't hate you." Then he blushed a little, and blurted out: "I, I like you."

Yan Chongming was stunned for a moment.He knew that Meng Zhen didn't have any memory, so he asked these questions because he suppressed them for too long, and he didn't dare to ask Meng Zhen who had all the memories.But now Meng Zhen told him that he would not hate him, that he liked him.Although he had no memory, it made him suddenly enlightened, like a ray of sunshine dispelling the haze of years.

He leaned closer to Meng Zhen, his eyes seemed to be shining with stars, and his voice was soft and graceful, whispering in Meng Zhen's ear: "What did you just say, the last sentence? Say it again."

The voice seemed to reach Meng Zhen's heart, numb from ears to heart.Meng Zhen wanted to escape, but Yan Chongming hugged him to prevent him from moving.He asked very leisurely: "Say it again, huh?"

Meng Zhen didn't want to say it, but Yan Chongming suddenly wanted to tease him, he let go of Meng Zhen, lay down on the desk, and said sadly: "I knew it, you were trying to make me happy..."

Meng Zhen became anxious for a moment, went to Layan Chongming, and said in a loud voice: "I didn't coax you, I like you, I really like you."

Hahaha, Yan Chongming held Meng Zhen in his arms and said with a smile, "How much do you like it?"

Meng Zhen was so angry that he wanted to push him, but Yan Chongming couldn't move, "I won't tease you anymore, how about I teach you how to paint?"

Only then did Meng Zhen calm down. He was a little curious when he heard about painting.Originally, he thought that Yan Chongming asked him to grind to write.Instead, he saw a stack of scrolls on the desk, which should be scrolled paintings, and he asked, "Can I have a look?"

Yan Chongming motioned him to read casually, Meng Zhen just opened the scroll, and he was stunned when he opened it, the person in the painting was him, he was sitting on a big tree, holding a fruit in his hand, his face drooling .Yan Chongming showed him this scene, they shared the fruit together.

Meng Zhen didn't expect that it was him who picked up a random painting. He quickly rolled up the scroll and went to look at the other paintings. As a result, every painting was of him, either standing or sitting, with different expressions.The expressions of the people in the painting are natural and lively. Just by looking at it like this, one can imagine what it was like at the beginning.

Meng Zhen looked at the paintings, while Yan Chongming looked at him leisurely from the side. In the end, Meng Zhen picked out two different ones.One is him, one is not him.

It's his picture, but it's very strange. In the picture, he is dressed in red, standing barefoot on a rock, but his eyes are stern and determined. It's shocking at first glance.Is this what he used to be like?

Yan Zhong understood clearly, and explained to him at the right time: "This is what I said, the portrait I saw before I saw you."

Meng Zhen saw that the hair of the person in the painting was indeed very long, almost reaching the ankles, the black hair was flying, and the red clothes were complicated.It's me, but it's completely different.

Yan Chongming suddenly rolled up the painting and sighed: "Although I like you like this, I don't want to see more. Because I couldn't be by your side when you were suffering."

Meng Zhen didn't feel much, no matter what time he was, it passed after all.

There is another picture on the table, which is a boy I have never seen before.The painting is quite old, and the scroll is yellowed, but it can still be clearly seen that the boy is holding a folding fan in his hand and smiling in a field of flowers.The jade crown and feather coat are very elegant.

"This is you too." Yan Chongming's voice was gentle.

"This, how could this be me!" Meng Zhen didn't believe it at all, and he didn't look like him at all. Although the person in the painting was a teenager, even if he grew up, he still had some familiar shadows. It didn't resemble him at all.

"At this time, you should be 13 years old. Your name is not Meng Zhen, but Qian Yun. Later, you encountered some things, you suffered a lot, and finally changed your appearance." Yan Chongming didn't want to talk about those sad things, and his voice was a little low.

Meng Zhen was very surprised, it turned out that the boy was also him.Looking carefully, the young man in the painting has sword eyebrows and star eyes, with an extraordinary demeanor.Immediately feeling a little uncomfortable, he asked Yan Chongming: "You were like this when you first saw me, right?"

Yan Chongming didn't understand what he meant, and nodded. They knew each other when they were young, so that's true.

"Then, do you like him or me?"

When Yan Zhong laughed loudly, Meng Zhen realized what he had asked.This is too embarrassing!Meng Zhen immediately lost the painting and wanted to leave the study.Yan Chongming hugged him tightly, and said seriously in his ear: "I like you, no matter what you look like."

Yan Chongming felt a little sad in his heart, although he knew Meng Zhen very early, but at that time Meng Zhen was busy all day long and had no time to take care of him.Then it was another long 3000 years. Looking back now, I feel that the years are wasted.