Fairy King's Handbook

It seemed to be a particularly urgent matter, although Yan Chongming was reluctant to give up, he still went to Tiangong.

The bedroom was quiet, Meng Zhen grabbed the Yanyu conch that Yan Chongming had left for him, and began to look around the room.

The colors are very plain, and the interior layout is also very simple.As soon as he thought that this was the place where Yan Chongming lived, he couldn't help but take a few more glances. There was another room next to the sleeping hall, and the door was unlocked.

Meng Zhen pushed the door open and went in, only to find that it was a study.

Surrounded by bookshelves, there are countless ancient books.There is only one book case left, and a low one near the window.

Meng Zhen randomly flipped through a few ancient books on the bookshelf, and found that there was even a record about "hearing the flute in the morning and evening".It's just that there are only a few words in the ancient scroll, not detailed.

He came to the back of the desk and saw an unfinished painting on it.Meng Zhen was a little curious, and leaned over the desk to look at the painting.

The figure outlined by the light black color should be a young boy, sitting behind a stone table, the boy seems to be staring at something on the stone table, looking very surprised.

The ink on the white rice paper is light, and the figure is only a rough outline, which can't be seen clearly. It seems that the painter doesn't know how to draw the brush, and hesitating over and over again.

Apart from the boy in the painting, there is that red ball on the stone table, I don't know what it is.

After watching for a while, Meng Zhen stared at the boy's outline, vaguely familiar with it.It's just that the young man's face was vague, and he wasn't sure for a while.

On one side of the desk, there was a whole pile of half-person-high scrolls, and Meng Zhen opened a pair casually, amazed.Because the person in the painting is actually him, there is nothing special about him, just talking and laughing at Yanyan.

He opened a few more, all of which were him without exception.In these paintings, he is sometimes laughing, sometimes thinking deeply, and sometimes sleeping. These common situations are basically those days when he was with Yan Chongming.

Looking at these paintings, Meng Zhen was quite disturbed.Although Yan Chongming is not here now, every painting seems to be blown by his fiery and silent emotion, and Meng Zhen's face is hot when he looks at it.

Until the obviously distinctive painting scroll in his hand was opened, Meng Zhen felt it was inconceivable.In that painting, the man stood barefoot on top of the rocks, with complicated red clothes, black hair flying, and an indomitable determination in his eyes.

This is him too.

It's just... At this time, he is still in the abyss of extremes, how could Yan Chongming draw it?

Meng Zhen was puzzled, so he had to roll up the painting.But what happened next completely stunned him.

There are two people in the painting, he and Yan Chongming are sitting on the top of the snow mountain hugging each other.The sky is as blue as washing, and the characters are tender and affectionate.More importantly, there is a signature at the bottom of this painting, which is the name of him and Yan Chongming.

Taking a closer look, the handwriting of this painting was also completed by the two people.

Meng Zhen had no doubt that he painted half of the painting.

when did it happen?He has already been to Yanshan Mountain!

Pushing open the window, there is an expanse of ice and snow, and looking far away, you can vaguely see the top of the snow-capped mountain where the sky meets the sky.Meng Zhen was a little dazed, he stood in front of the window for a long time, unconsciously stroking the red Misty Rain Conch with his fingers.

The Yanyu snail can retain memories, and this red Yanyu snail contains the memory image left by Yan Chongming.Meng Zhen sat on the low slum, and finally couldn't help being curious and explored a bit of spiritual power to go in.

Immediately above the divine consciousness, an image emerged. At first, it turned out to be the first sight of Tiangong. He stood among a group of immortals and lowered his eyebrows, then raised his head to look at Yan Chongming.

Afterwards, Cangwu Zhihai walked together, and Meng Zhen finally saw the temporary amnesia caused by the lack of spiritual power.On Ji Wuxing's snow dragon boat, Yan Chongming split the Chongming sword in two and gave him the Suihua sword.

But later he told him that it was because he won Sui Huajian in a bet.

Then there is the country of Qiji, in that inn, Yan Chongming took advantage of his deep sleep, and then secretly kissed him.It turned out that at that time...

Meng Zhen's cheeks were dry and hot, but the further he went, the more he saw. When he came back from Qigong Kingdom, he lost his memory again due to lack of spiritual power.

At that time, he thought that Yan Chongming had directly sent him back to Yinmeng Lake, but it turned out that he had brought him back to Yanshan.He spent the three days when he lost his memory in Yanshan.

But... the memories in Misty Rain Conch are tender and tender, all of which are the ice and snow fascination of the three days in Yanshan Mountain.They kissed in the snow mountain, chatted in the study room, played the piano in the back mountain, frolicked in the snow, bathed in the hot spring, slept together in the bedroom, and finally...they even comforted each other...

Meng Zhen's face was flushed and his whole body was dry and hot. He hastily withdrew from his consciousness and grabbed the Misty Rain Conch tightly.In a trance, the situation in Misty Rain Conch was still replaying in his mind.

But at this moment, there was a soft flapping sound from the window, before Meng Zhenyou regained consciousness, a red bird dumpling sneaked in from outside the window.

Zhu Yan had been watching outside for a long time, and when she brought Meng Meng back from the emperor, she was so happy that she kept urging Qing Yu to come and listen to the corner.Unexpectedly, Qingyu didn't pay attention to it at all, and flew around all day, not knowing what to do.

It wanted to go in, but it was punished by the king for peeping. This time it didn't dare to be careless, and kept hiding behind the window. Finally, the king left, and only Meng Meng was left.

Zhu Yan rubbed against Meng Zhen's side little by little, but it was so excited that it almost screamed very quickly.Because Zhu Yan is the lovebird who loves lovebirds and is the most sensitive.As soon as it got close to Meng Zhen, it could feel that Meng Zhen was beating fast, and there seemed to be some reactions in the body.

Huh?Zhu Yan was extremely curious.Could it be that Meng Meng is thinking about the king?

In order to verify her conjecture as soon as possible, Zhu Yan quietly climbed onto Meng Zhen's lap, and stretched out her slender paws to move forward a little bit.

Meng Zhen finally realized that something was scratching his leg, looked down, and saw a round red bird ball was between his legs, and was using its little claws to hit a certain part of him!

Lovebirds!

Meng Zhen regained consciousness in an instant, and grabbed the bird dumpling.

The memory fragment in the misty rain snail came, Meng Zhen's face was flushed, looking at the bird dumpling in his hand, he didn't know what to do.

Yan Zhongming said that there are two lovebirds, Qingyu is in charge of love, and Zhu Yan is in charge of desire.This red bird dumpling should be Zhu Yan among the lovebirds.

It's just... this bird dumpling looks very familiar.

Except that when he was in Tiangong, a sneaky bird dumpling followed him and dropped red fruits on his head.He also has such a bird dumpling in his memory, who also likes red fruits.

"You...can you talk?" Meng Zhen looked at Zhu Yan with some expectation.

Zhu Yan has been hesitating in her heart, she has been wanting to speak, but she still remembers the warning from Jun, and Jun is afraid that he will scare Meng Meng by speaking.But now Mengmeng looks into its eyes with great anticipation. If it opens its mouth, maybe it can ask Mengmeng to rub its belly.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yan spread her small body, as if letting others knead her, and said, "Meng Meng, I miss you so much."

"You really can talk..." Meng Zhen had a smile in his eyes, staring at the little bird dumpling in his palm, he couldn't help poking its belly.

"Ah, it's so comfortable, Mengmeng, I still need to rub it." Zhu Yan's paws were facing the sky, and she narrowed her eyes.

Meng Zhen saw how enjoying it was, and pinched it, "Don't call me Meng Meng."

What kind of nicknames are these, and Mengmeng, do you think everyone is as soft and cute as you?

"Then what are you calling? Do I have to call you 'Madam' like Qing Yu?" Zhu Yan got up and stood in Meng Zhen's palm.

What?lady! !What is this all about!

"Don't shout!" Meng Zhen warned seriously.

"Then what should I call? Your Majesty's Lady?" Zhu Yan was still thinking.

Meng Zhen blushed for a while, and in order to make Zhu Yan shut up as soon as possible, he hurriedly said: "Forget it, forget it, you should call Meng Meng."

Now Zhu Yan was happy, and then it approached Meng Zhen treacherously, and asked, "Meng Meng, did you react just now? Are you thinking about your lord?"

Ahhh!What the hell is this? Meng Zhen was so ashamed of this ghostly niaotuanzi that he wanted to throw Zhu Yan out.

At this moment, there was some movement in the storage bag around his waist. Meng Zhen grabbed Zhu Yan with one hand, and brought out the red feather to his ear with the other. The charming bass: "Brother Yun...do you miss me?"

"Who missed you!" Meng Zhen immediately denied.

"You wait until I go back to touch it." Yan Chongming's voice was bewitching.

The voice seemed to reach his ears through the red feather, it was numb.Meng Zhen took the red feather away at once, his heart beating non-stop.

Because he had just read the memory in Yanyu Luozhong, Yan Chongming said that the scene of the last night came back to his mind, Meng Zhen was ashamed, but he was a little angry, so he just grabbed Zhu Yan and kneaded hard a few.

"You really... can't wait for a while. Alas, I really want to go back now." Yan Chongming's voice trembled slightly, and he still didn't forget to tease wantonly.

Meng Zhen ignored him, and rubbed Zhu Yan's head vigorously, Zhu Yan was so dazed by the rubbing that she didn't dare to speak.

Yan Chongming finally couldn't bear it anymore, "I won't tease you anymore. Stop now, I'm in Tiangong now, there are many people."

Only then did Meng Zhen stop, Yan Chongming seemed to be very busy there, and he whispered a few words to Meng Zhen before cutting off contact.

Three days later, the morning light was twilight, Meng Zhen just woke up, opened the window, and Zhu Yan ran in with fluttering wings.

"Have you been standing outside the window all night?"

Meng Zhen held Zhu Yan in his palm, and flicked the ice scum on its back.

Zhu Yan was about to complain, but when she thought of Qingyu's warning, she immediately changed her words: "Why, I just came here."

In other words, Zhu Yan can't wait to cling to Meng Zhen all the time, besides rubbing her belly comfortably, it can talk and chat with Meng Zhen now, which makes it very excited.In the past, it could only talk to Qingyu, and Qingyu has always cherished words like gold, so it can't hold back.

But Qingyu warned it: Never come to see Madam at night.

Although this is Qingyu's warning, it is basically the exact words of the emperor. Even if Zhu Yan has a hundred courage, she dare not come when Meng Zhen is sleeping at night.

Zhu Yan's little wings are smooth and docile, and her whole little body is round.Meng Zhen remembered the first time he went to Tiangong from the West Sea, the bird dumpling he met in the remote pavilion at that time should be Zhu Yan.

There is also the unfinished painting in Yan Chongming's study room, which should be about him at that time.

It was such a long time, even he himself could hardly remember what happened back then.

"Zhu Yan, can you take shape?"

Meng Zhen stared at the little bird dumpling in his palm, out of curiosity, the first time he saw Zhu Yan, its voice was that of a child, but now it is that of a teenager.

Zhu Yan spread her wings and lay on Meng Zhen's palm, a little depressed: "I can't change form, but I can talk, isn't it strange?"

Meng Zhen couldn't help laughing, poked its stomach, and said with a smile, "It's not surprising at all, it's so cute."

When Zhu Yan heard this, she immediately cheered up, and she simply rolled in Meng Zhen's palm, kicking and kicking her little paws, and Meng Zhen's heart melted when she saw it.

Remembering that Zhu Yan is a lovebird, and the other one is Qingyu, Meng Zhen asked it: "Why is Qingyu so much older than you?"

Unexpectedly, Zhu Yanteng stood up suddenly, her black bean-like eyes flashed with anger: "That fire-breathing bird burned my hair!"

Zhu Yan whistled her little wings, and turned to warn Meng Zhen: "Meng Meng, you must stay away from that fire-breathing bird."