Fairy King's Handbook

Because of the embarrassing problem just now, Meng Zhen is very honest now, sitting there with his head down.

"Come on, I'll teach you how to draw." Yan Chongming then put the pen into Meng Zhen's hand, then circled him from behind, held his hand, and the two wrote pens on the rice paper hand in hand.

Meng Zhen was a little unfamiliar, but Yan Chongming led him, and soon the lines in his pen became smooth.Splashing ink, picking up the pen to outline, the outline gradually appears.When the pen was finished and formed, Meng Zhen looked at the painting, a little dazed.What Yan Chongming taught him to draw was the picture of the two embracing on the top of the snow mountain before.The snow is white, the sky is blue, and the two people are cuddling each other on the mountain. The picture is warm and harmonious.Because of the snow, the characters look pure and beautiful, and because of the people, the snow mountain is no longer quiet.

Yan Chongming held Meng Zhen's hand and inscribed their names before putting down his pen in satisfaction.

After painting for a while, Meng Zhen just felt a little hungry, when he saw a huge wing flapping over the window sill of the study, Yan Chongming walked over, unexpectedly carrying a food box.

"What is that?" Meng Zhen only saw a big wing, but didn't see the whole thing.

"That's Qingyu, he's Lovebird." Yan Chongming laughed.

When Meng Zhen heard that it was Lovebird, he felt embarrassed to ask again.Turning to look at the food box in Yan Chongming's hand, he opened the lid, and there was steaming food inside.

"Can Lovebirds know how to cook?" I didn't see anyone else, but it was just a bird who brought food.

Yan Chongming smiled and said: "Qingyu doesn't know how to cook, he brought it from outside. You have no spiritual power now, your body is weak, and you need to eat and sleep."

That's exactly what Meng Zhen thought, he was indeed a little hungry, so he didn't delay and ate while it was hot.Yan Chongming also accompanied him, adding some vegetables to his bowl from time to time.While eating, Meng Zhen sensed that something was wrong, and he asked, "Is there no salt in this dish? Why is there no taste at all?"

Yan Chongming wanted to laugh, but more sadly, he said in a warm voice, "It's not that there is no salt, it's that you can't taste the taste at all, and you can't smell anything."

"So that's it." No wonder he didn't smell the rice, but he said: "If you can't taste it, you can't taste it, so you won't be picky about food."

Yan Chongming didn't speak any more, and brought him some food.

When Meng Zhen was almost finished eating, Yan Chongming took out some fruits from the food box, including purple grapes and a red fruit whose name was unknown.

Meng Zhen didn't want to eat any more, and was about to ask Yan Chongming to put it away, when he suddenly remembered the red bird dumpling, which was cold and hungry, and was still under the blanket.Birds definitely don't eat, but they should be able to eat fruit, Meng Zhen analyzed on his own.Then grabbed a bunch of grapes and a handful of red fruit.

He ate a few first, and quietly put the rest in his sleeve.Then he stood up and said to Yan Chongming, "I ate too much, I have to take a walk."

"Then I'll accompany you out." Yan Chongming was about to get up.

Meng Zhen hurriedly held down Yan Chongming, and said: "I won't go out, just walk around in the study to the bedroom, you can eat some more, I'll come back later."

After Yan Chongming heard what he said, he let him go.

Meng Zhen left the study immediately, pushed open the door of the dormitory, ran to the bed in two or three steps, lifted the quilt, the bed was empty, and the red bird dumpling was gone.

Meng Zhen felt a little lost at once, and turned to the window, staring at the snow outside in a daze, the bird dumpling must have been afraid of strangers, and flew away from the window again.well!I don't know if I can see you again.But don't starve to death.

At this time, the red bird dumpling that Meng Zhen was worried about not to starve to death was lying on Qingyu's back with a large bunch of grapes piled on top of his head. Qingyu said: "The grapes are so sweet, it's hard for you to fly to the Heavenly Palace, but I saw that you brought back Pingpo fruit, why didn't you give it to me?"

"You just know how to eat it. Your Majesty specifically told you to bring it back." Qingyu was huge, pacing back and forth in the snow.

"Oh——" Zhu Yan turned over and wanted to rub her stomach, but her short paws couldn't reach it, so it was still comfortable for someone to rub.

Qingyu didn't rub it, she even went to peep earlier, you lustful guy.

"The Pingpo Fruit was given to Madam by Your Majesty. Madam has a throat discomfort, and Pingpo Fruit can relieve it." Qing Yu explained sternly.Zhu Yan who heard it screamed,

"What madam? That's a man. Your eyes are so big, don't you even look at them?" Turning to his eyes, he said, "You said his throat was uncomfortable? Is it because he shouted too hard? I missed listening to the corner of the wall. Opportunity……"

Qingyu was a little helpless, Zhu Yan was most concerned about these things, so he could only explain again: "Madam's throat must have been injured."

Zhu Yan ate too much and writhed on Qing Yu's back. Hearing this, she was thoughtful: "It seems that she has lost her memory. She looks dull and cute."

Qingyu's fur trembled, the word cute came out of Zhu Yan's mouth, it was really funny.

Then Zhu Yan was very proud, and flapped her wings, "He likes my hair." Then she suddenly became angry again, and pulled the feathers on Qingyu's back with her claws, "Fire-breathing bird, if you hadn't burned my hair, I would have lost my hair now." But everyone loves it."

Qingyu didn't bother to talk to it, Zhu Yan asked again: "You should know his name, right?"

Qing Yu said: "Madam's name is Meng Zhen."

"Yeah, got it, I'll call him Meng Meng from now on."

"It's better not to speak in front of him, or the emperor will punish you." Qingyu reminded.

"Got it, got it, I won't scare Meng Meng."

Hearing Zhu Yan's arbitrarily changed address, Qingyu couldn't help shaking again.

In the dormitory, Meng Zhenfa was stunned for a while, then went to the study.Yan Chongming had already packed up, read a book on the bed next to the window, and beckoned to Meng Zhen, "Come here."

Meng Zhen went over to sit down, Yan Chongming peeled a grape for him to eat, "Take a break."

Yan Chongming patted his legs and signaled Meng Zhen to go and lie down. Meng Zhen hesitated, Yan Chongming directly pulled him over and let Meng Zhen's head rest on his lap.Then he lowered his head and kissed him on the lips, and Meng Zhen immediately stopped moving.

Yan Chongming was a little amused, glanced at the Pingpo fruit on the plate, took one, and lowered his head again.

Fresh and tender flesh was fed one by one, and Meng Zhen's face turned red.Yan Chongming never tired of it, as if he found something interesting, he kept feeding the apples on the plate.

Yan Chongming touched Meng Zhen's face and said with a smile, "I won't trouble you anymore, go to sleep."

Outside the window, there are faintly twinkling stars, these stars are right in front of you, you can reach them with your hands, the snow-capped mountains under the starlight are silent and boundless, the temperature in the room is suitable, Yan Chongming reads a book, and Meng Zhen rests on his lap.

When Meng Zhen fell asleep, Yan Chongming turned the red feather into a quilt and covered Meng Zhen.

I have read all the books and checked all the information that can be found in the Three Realms. When Meng Zhen lost his memory briefly for the first time, Yan Chongming asked Xuanyin. The moon will go to the bottom of Yinmeng Lake to sleep for ten days, just because there are dream lilies at the bottom of the lake.Otherwise, you will be haunted by nightmares and have a splitting headache.

Those nightmares must have something to do with his 3000-year-old memory.

The two times he encountered Meng Zhen losing his memory, both were due to excessive use of spiritual power. The first time was to save Ji Wuxing, and the second time was to save him.

In the realm of "Weaving Dreams", he was attacked by the Broken Soul Sword because of the dreams he had in the past.When he woke up again, the 3000-year-old soul injury was healed.Thinking of this, Yan Chongming was a little angry, but also a little helpless.

It is not easy for Meng Zhen to listen to the flute day and night, and there is also the eternal flower on the flute.The ancient remnants only said: "Bones produce flowers, blood and tears form songs."It sounds evil and weird, but it's actually quite the opposite.Meng Zhen has a powerful ability to dispel evil and hostile energy, which is completely different from him 3000 years ago. It can even be said that no one in the Three Realms has this ability.

What happened to him in those years from the extreme abyss?

Meng Zhen slept very deeply, and when he woke up he was still sleepy and exhausted.He lay limply on the couch, and found that it was the big bed in the bedroom.

Does Yan Chongming not sleep?Thinking about occupying the only bed, I was a little entangled.He didn't want to sleep or remember, tossing and turning on the bed.

When Yan Chongming came in, he saw Meng Zhen rolling on the bed, thought he was in pain, put down the food box in his hand and hurried over, but Meng Zhen said weakly, "Brother Chongming, I'm a little tired."

His voice was soft, because of the tumbling just now, his black hair was disheveled, and his clothes were wide open.Without knowing it, he rolled around again, revealing a thin white waist.Yan Chongming's mouth was parched from the shaking of his fair skin, and his voice was hoarse: "If you are tired, sleep for a while."

"But I don't want to sleep anymore." Meng Zhen moved again.

Yan Chongming's breathing was a little messy, after a long time, he straightened Meng Zhen's messy clothes, and took the outer robe beside the bed for him to put on.

Then he opened the food box and brought a bowl, "Drink some soup and you won't be so tired."

I don't know what kind of soup is in the bowl, but it is still hot.Meng Zhen took a sip, it was warm, he was also hungry.After drinking a bowl of soup, I really didn't feel so tired.

"What kind of soup is this? Did Lovebird bring it too?" Meng Zhen asked.

"En." Yan Chongming responded casually, and then turned the two feathers into cloaks, one for each person, and took Meng Zhen out.

The sun is particularly good today, and the sky is as blue as washing, especially when standing on the snow-capped mountains and looking at the blue sky above, it is empty and high.As soon as Meng Zhen went out, he felt his mind was clear, and the previous sleepiness was relieved, Yan Chongming led him to walk on the snow.

There are lush forests along the road, and the mountain road is winding.The terrain here is quite high, and standing on the mountain road, you can still see the sea of ​​clouds churning in the distance, ethereal and unreal.Such a boundless sea of ​​snow-capped mountains and clouds, and looking back at the attic hidden in the mountains before, it is almost invisible.

"Brother Chongming, have you always lived here?" Meng Zhen couldn't help asking, the place was really empty and there was no one there.

"Not here when I was young, but I have been here since then." Yan Chongming replied.

Meng Zhen didn't speak, and lowered his head to step on the snow. He wanted to say "I will always be with you", but he was afraid that Yan Chongming would laugh at him, so he should take Brother Chongming out to play when he regained his memory. It's too deserted here.

"Are you tired?" Yan Chongming asked him after walking for a while.

Meng Zhen was indeed a little tired, but he still wanted to continue walking. It was interesting for the two of them to walk slowly like this.Suddenly he had another bad intention.He said softly, "Tired, carry me on your back."

Sure enough, Yan Chongming walked up to him and squatted down, Meng Zhen quietly walked up with a snowball, pulled off Yan Chongming's back collar clothes, and stuffed them in.

Yan Chongming was stunned for a moment before he realized it, turning his head, Meng Zhen had already run a long way away.Yan Chongming was a little dumbfounded. Seeing Meng Zhen running forward in the snowdrift, he squeezed a snowball and bounced it.

"Ouch." Meng Zhen bent his legs and fell to the ground. Seeing Yan Chongming approaching, he looked at Yan Chongming pitifully: "My leg hurts." Then he stretched out his arm towards Yan Chongming.

Yan Chongming originally wanted to punish him a little, but when he saw how dependent he was, his heart softened, so he reached out to hug him.

Meng Zhen easily opened his collar, and stuffed another large ball of snow into it.Then run away.

Yan Chongming was fooled again, and simply stood where he was, first got rid of the snow on his body, and then prepared to catch Meng Zhen.Before he could make a move, there was another "ouch" in front of him.

Seeing this, Yan Chongming immediately laughed out loud. It turned out that Meng Zhen just ran forward and fell into the pit and couldn't get out.There was a not-so-shallow snow pit in front of him, which happened to be buried on Meng Zhen's shoulder, and he couldn't get up after struggling for a long time, his face turned red with anxiety.

Yan Chongming walked over unhurriedly, squatted beside the snow pit, looked down at Meng Zhen, then he rolled a snowball in his hand, and put it in front of his eyes without rushing to stuff it into his clothes. Looking at him with a smile.

Meng Zhen's head turned sharply, and he couldn't find an excuse, so he could only say: "Brother Chongming, you pull me up first, and you can stuff as many as you want, I will never hide."

"Really?" Yan Chongming frowned.

Meng Zhen nodded quickly.

Yan Chongming pulled Meng Zhen out like a carrot, Meng Zhen patted the snow on his body, and pushed Yan Chongming into the pit with his backhand.

Meng Zhen ran for a while panting, and found that Yan Chongming hadn't caught up, so he sat on the ground to catch his breath in peace.Suddenly a strong attack threw him to the ground, and Yan Chongming pressed on him with snow dumpling in his hand.

"You said why are you so bad!"

Meng Zhen shrank into a ball in fright, closed his eyes tightly, and waited for the coldness to come.

In the end, Xue Tuanzi didn't wait, and a heavy kiss on the lips, Yan Chongming dropped the snowball in his hand, and kissed him hard, "It's really bad."