Fairy King's Handbook

Yan Chongming pulled Meng Zhen up from the ground, slapped the snow off his body, carried him on his back, and walked back to the mountain.

There is a piano platform in the back mountain, which is isolated from the wind and snow, and is at ease.

Yan Chongming put Meng Zhen down to rest. On the piano stand was Jiang Duyun's Yuquan Bingguqin. He was ordered not to come back temporarily, and the piano had been put on hold for a few days.

Yan Chongming suddenly wants to play a piece for Meng Zhen. He knows that Meng Zhen can't play the piano, but he can listen to the piano.In the past, the wind and rain in Longmen could play the mountains, rivers, sun and moon, but now Yuquan ice can play the love of the bright moon.The heart of the piano is never in the famous instrument, if no one knows the sound, how lonely is it?

Meng Zhen leaned on Yan Chongming, listening to the sound of the piano gradually.

On the silent snow mountain, the sound of the piano is low and slow, like gurgling water flowing in the heart, neither slow nor fast.The sound of the piano is generally bright and clear, with an occasional low tone.

Suddenly the tone of the voice changed sharply, the strings slashed softly, the sound of the piano was eager and generous, like a huge wave rolling up in the sky, and it was like the clanging and fierceness of thousands of soldiers.Clinging tightly to the mind, the listeners were anxious and nervous, but suddenly they fell suddenly at the highest point, and all horses were dumbfounded.

The world was silent, and the sound of the piano echoed again. It was a smooth and smooth sound, sometimes urgent or slow, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, but the overlapping music was full of hesitation and lingering affection.It seems as if the peach blossoms are in full bloom in March, the willows are blown by the smoky wind in April, the rainy season is continuous in May, and the plantains are bathed in rain in June...

As the lingering distance fades away, there is a high-pitched sound from the piano, and the sound of the piano is tinkling and bright, like a dancing peacock courting a mate?

Meng Zhen blushed a little, the affection in the sound of the piano was so strong, as if it was transmitted to his heart through the sound of the piano, and then expanded round and round, and finally filled his entire heart.

The strong sound of the piano is followed by a slow tone, which is endless, but there is always a firm and unrelenting belief in this sound of the piano.

Meng Zhen understood the tune, at first it was their peaceful first meeting, and then it was a deep farewell.In the end, the piano sounded again, and they met again, and fell in love with each other gradually.Then there is deep affection and sweetness, staying together for a long time.

He buried his face in Yan Chongming's arm and remained silent.

Yan Chongming sat there, the sound of the piano had stopped, he said softly: "You understand."

The two sat there, neither of them spoke, but at the moment they had a good understanding, and the atmosphere was warm for a while.

After a long time, Yan Chongming said: "I want to call this piece "Return to Truth"."

Meng Zhen trembled sharply, and grabbed Yan Chongming's arm tightly.

Happy time always flies by quickly, after dinner, Meng Zhen wants to take a bath.Yan Chongming was very helpless, Meng Zhen had no spiritual power now, and he couldn't use the cleansing technique, plus he ran wildly during the day and sweated a lot.

Yan Chongming had no choice but to take him to the spiritual spring in Jingling Palace for healing. Only the spring water there is warm, but it can't be soaked for a long time, and it is easy to get sleepy.

Meng Zhen couldn't wait to run down when he saw the hot spring, while Yan Chongming stood on the shore.

"Brother Chongming, don't you want to come down and take a dip?" Meng Zhen sighed comfortably.

"I won't go down anymore, hurry up, you can't stay for long." Yan Chongming looked at Meng Zhen's wet figure, and simply turned around, he had enough of yesterday's ice spring water.

"Why don't you take a shower." Meng Zhen complained softly while splashing the water.

Yan Chongming: "..."

It's not that I don't have spiritual power, why can't I take a bath.

As a result, one of them didn't pay attention, and Meng Zhen actually pulled him from behind and pulled him directly into the water. "No wonder you don't sleep, because you didn't take a bath."

"Alas! You are really..." Yan Chongming leaned against the pool and urged, "Hurry up and wash."

Seeing that Yan Chongming had gone into the water, Meng Zhen was still leaning against the edge of the pool, so he walked over and pulled his clothes, "Why don't you wash? Do you want me to help you?"

Yan Chongming's whole body was stiff, Meng Zhen was right in front of him, there was no way to avoid it, his naked body shook him dizzily, "No need." His voice was hoarse.

Meng Zhen wanted to say more, but Yan Chongming suddenly reached out to fish him out of the water, rolled him up with a quilt made of red feathers, gathered his spiritual energy, and hurried back to the bedroom.

He put Meng Zhen on the bed, took the clean obscene clothes and put them beside the bed, then rushed out of the bedroom in a hurry.

Meng Zhen was very puzzled, he was sent back before he finished soaking.Just getting dressed and getting ready to rest, I heard movement from the window again.

His heart moved, and he ran over immediately, and sure enough, the red bird dumpling came again.

Meng Zhen was overwhelmed with surprise, and gently opened the window. The red bird dumpling seemed to recognize him, and stood motionless on the window edge. Meng Zhen was so soft that he quickly hugged the bird dumpling in.

Zhu Yan just heard that the corner of the wall was coming tonight. It stood in Meng Zhen's hand and looked around. It clearly saw that the king was there, so why was there no one there.

Meng Zhen touched the feathers on Niao Tuanzi's back, and it was still a little cold.It was freezing outside, it must be very cold, he put the red bird dumpling on his chest and covered it for a while.

Zhu Yan jumped out by herself. Since the emperor is not here, let Meng Meng continue rubbing her belly.It rolled over, its paws up, its belly up, and it lay there.

Meng Zhen's heart almost melted when he saw the movement of the red bird dumpling in his palm.It turned out that it came to me to rub its stomach.

Meng Zhen couldn't be happier, so he quickly stretched out his hand to rub it, Zhu Yan closed her eyes comfortably, if it wasn't for being unable to make a sound, it really wanted to hum a little song.

Enjoy each person and bird.

Zhu Yan was the first to hear the footsteps, quickly opened her eyes, stood up, and wanted to escape.Meng Zhen also heard it. He grabbed the red bird dumpling and stuffed it into his clothes. He quickly lay down on the couch, turned around, and pretended to be asleep.

Yan Chongming came up angrily.The ice spring water had no effect either, the situation was exactly the same as yesterday, Meng Zhen was playing with the red feather again!

When he came to the bed, Yan Chongming was a little uncertain.Red Feather has returned to its original shape and is beside the bed, Meng Zhen has already fallen asleep.But, but the restlessness in my body has always been there, and there is a tendency to intensify.

It is said that Zhu Yan was stuffed in Meng Zhen's clothes, and almost made a sound, but seeing that the emperor was beside the bed, she was very anxious, and ran around in Meng Zhen's clothes.Meng Zhen had barely endured it before, but the bird ball was fluffy, and he was only wearing obscene clothes, and the feathers brushed back and forth on his body, making it very itchy.

Finally, Meng Zhen couldn't bear it anymore, he stretched out his hand to press the bird ball that ran to his waist.The red bird dumpling was not slippery, and immediately jumped to his chest again.Meng Zhen quickly went to cover it, and Niao Tuanzi ran up and went up.

Meng Zhen sat up and scratched everywhere in his clothes. Zhu Yan ran faster, and it was also frightened. If it is exposed now, the emperor will definitely punish it.

Yan Chongming's blood boiled as he watched Meng Zhen tear his clothes hastily.Finally, he discovered the secret in the clothes.Yan Chongming directly put his hand into Meng Zhen's clothes, and grabbed Zhu Yan who was running around.Zhu Yan trembled and wailed in her heart, her life was over.Yan Chongming's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, he opened the window and threw Zhu Yan out.

"Hey, don't..." Meng Zhen still wanted to stop him, but seeing Yan Chongming's face was serious, he quickly shut his mouth.

But before he could move, Yan Chongming pressed him on the bed, raised his hands to the top of his head, and stared at him closely.Meng Zhen was a little scared, Yan Chongming was very close to him, the emotions in his eyes were complicated, and then he heard a hoarse voice asking: "Do you know what that is?"

Heavy breathing sprayed on his face, and Meng Zhen's face turned red a little.Yan Chongming said: "That's the lovebird Zhu Yan. There are two lovebirds in total. Qingyu is in charge of love, and Zhuyan is in charge of desire. They are connected with my heart."

Meng Zhen's head boomed, and the red bird dumpling turned out to be a lovebird. He saw that big wing earlier, and thought that lovebirds were all that big.Unexpectedly, such a small bird dumpling is also.Also, and... Meng Zhen didn't dare to think about it anymore.

Yan Chongming pressed Meng Zhen tightly, his eyes were as black as ink, he said in a deep voice: "You always like to play with red feathers, and you put Zhu Yan on your body, tell me, how do I feel?"

Yan Chongming pushed hard on him, Meng Zhen was completely frightened and dared not move at all.Suddenly Yan Chongming grabbed his hand and pressed down, "You like to touch so much, just touch here."

(…)

After a long time, Yan Chongming hugged him gently, "Go to sleep."

Outside the window, the snow was thick, Qingyu had been lying in the snow for a long time, looking at a bottomless snow pit in front of her, she had no intention of helping.

Another hour passed before there was a slight movement from the snow pit.A weak voice came: "Fire-breathing bird, why don't you give me a hand..."

Only then did Qingyu sweep her wings slowly, and hooked Zhu Yan out with the tip of her claws.

Zhu Yan lay panting on the ground, her little wings were covered with ice scum, and she sighed: "Your Majesty wants to eat people."

Qingyu said angrily: "I'm making you lustful!"

"I just wanted to listen to a corner. You went to the Heavenly Palace last night and worked all night for that bowl of soup. I finally came back tonight..."

Zhu Yan was still sighing, Qing Yu hooked it on her back, and kindly suggested: "Your Majesty is easy to jealous, you'd better not provoke Madam."

Zhu Yan jumped up and slapped the ice scum on her wings into Qingyu's neck, calling out, "What are you talking about? I just want to take a peek at what the passionate Jun looks like..." Of course it was I won't tell Qingyu, it still wants to ask Meng Meng to rub its belly, it's so comfortable.

Qingyu flicked the snow off her neck, and walked forward with a hunchback on Zhu Yan, "Still peeking, it seems that the lesson is not deep enough..."

"Firebird, let's talk about plucking your hair..."

The next day, Meng Zhen did not wake up, and the snow in Yanshan was still the same as before. The sun shone through the window sills, and through the gaps in the carvings, it shone on the two people who were sleeping together in the big bed. Yan Chongming woke up early in the morning. stand up.Today is the last day, Meng Zhen failed to lead Menghu back in time, and his body became weaker and more sleepy.

The person in his arms was sleeping peacefully, Meng Zhen's face was a little pale, he was very well-behaved when he was asleep, and never moved.Because Yan Chongming was holding him, he still had one hand on Yan Chongming's chest, Yan Chongming's heart felt soft, and he reached out to touch Meng Zhen's face lightly.

After a while, Meng Zhen's eyelashes trembled, and he opened them in a daze.The handsome face close at hand burst into a smile instantly, Meng Zhen was still a little dazed, and reached out to touch Yan Chongming's smiling face.

Yan Chongming kissed him on the forehead.

Because of Yan Chongming's approach, Meng Zhen gradually regained his senses, and his face flushed, especially Yan Chongming still held his hand on his chest, and he felt that his hand was extremely hot.

Yan Chongming couldn't help but kissed him again, until Meng Zhen buried his head in his chest.Yan Chongming was full of liking, hugged him and asked gently: "Call Chongming brother."

After a while, Meng Zhen called softly, "Brother Chongming."

Yan Chongming was very happy, and especially liked Meng Zhen calling him like this.

Meng Zhen was so sleepy that he fell asleep shortly after waking up. Yan Chongming hugged him all the time and asked him to call "Brother Chongming" when Meng Zhen woke up.

Going back and forth like this, it's like being stunned, as if every cry is the last time, and I can't hear enough.

On the last day, Meng Zhen didn't get up, he was half asleep and half awake, Yan Chongming didn't get up and stayed with him until it was getting dark and Meng Zhen fell asleep again.Yan Chongming got up and left Yanshan with Meng Zhen in his arms.

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