when i dress up as zhuge liang

01

The first time Li Bai met Han Xin was at the birthday banquet of the elders of the fox clan.That year, Li Bai had just turned two hundred years old.

Holding his fluffy tail, he stood in front of the biggest peach tree in Qingqiu, and carefully looked at the silver-haired boy on the tree.

I heard from the elders that if a jiao can transform into a dragon, it must go through ten thousand years of catastrophe, enjoy a party of incense, and be born different.

The young man in front of him is the little prince of the Jiao clan.

Li Bai shook his ears, and quietly took a step forward.

He had never seen a dragon before.

The boy opened his eyes and raised his eyebrows at him: "Fox, do you want to come up?"

Li Bai came back to his senses and stared at him displeasedly: "I don't want to. Also, my name is not Fox, I have a name."

The young man jumped down with a swish, pinched Li Bai's ear with his height advantage, and said with a smile: "I know, your name is Taibai, and you are the next little head of the fox clan."

Li Bai patted his hand away: "You are presumptuous, don't call me Taibai."

The boy was taken aback: "Okay, okay, I won't shout."

He bent down, brought his face closer to Li Bai, and teased softly, "I call you...you vicious little fox."

"You are fierce!"

Han Xin laughed: "Hahaha, little fox, you are so funny, my name is Han Chongyan, don't forget."

The pink petals fell to the ground, and Li Bai stared at the flamboyant silver-haired boy, his ears blushing slightly.

02

Since then, there has been an arrogant follower by Li Bai's side.

He likes to grab Li Bai's things: food, weapons, and wine.

It seems that as long as Li Bai touches it, it will rise a few grades.

Li Bai disliked him while looking forward to him.

There has never been anyone like him: humorous, straightforward, gentle and considerate.

He is Li Bai's only friend.

Li Bai thought, it would be great if we could be together all the time.

The little fox took a sip of the wine and muffled, "Will you leave me?"

Han Xin touched his ear: "Of course not, I want to be with you forever."

Li Bai patted his hand away, his cheeks flushed slightly: "Well, I will protect you from now on, just like protecting my clansmen."

Han Xin nodded, squinting and smiling.

The light of the sky sprinkled in the dense mist, blurring the vision, like a beautiful dream.

03

The people of Qingqiu and the people of Jiao live next to each other and have been friends for generations.

The two ethnic groups are loyal to the emperor, representing supreme dignity and glory.

Originally, the dream is not awakened, and the singing and dancing are peaceful.

However, starting from a certain day, the appearance of peace was suddenly broken.

The traitor Chiyou suddenly rose up and fought in all directions, causing people all over the world to live in dire straits.

The emperor summoned all major races, and they united to resist Chi You's army.

The brave and warlike Jiao people were pushed to the forefront.

As the prince of the Jiao clan, Han Xin must take the lead.

On the day he left, Li Bai did not see him off.

The fox stood under the biggest peach tree in Qingqiu, sipping a drink.

He remembered the boy's promise: "I will definitely win and return safely."

Li Bai thought, when Han Xin came back, he must have become a real strong man, right?

He will transform from a dragon to a dazzling one.

He smiled, his nose sore.

It was as if there was something and could never be found again.

04

Time flies.

Li Bai still likes to drink.

The sweet and glutinous rice wine is smooth and refreshing, like the softest silk passing over the tip of the tongue.

He likes to drink under that peach tree, and sleep soundly after getting a little drunk.

he will dream.

In the dream, there are flowers, water, butterflies, and the familiar silver-haired boy.

The fox has grown up.

He learned from his elders that the battle was going well and that Chi You's army was retreating steadily.

He heard that the people of the Jiao clan were as powerful as a bamboo, and the prince named Han Zhongyan was even more brave and fearless, shining brilliantly.

He thought, probably soon, the little white dragon will come back.

He finally waited for him.

That day, Li Bai woke up from under the peach tree.

He rubbed his eyes and looked up into the distance.

The green mountains and green waters in my memory are no longer there, only thick smoke billowing and flames shaking the sky.

Li Bai threw down the flagon in a panic, and ran back staggeringly.

Blood flowed into rivers, and corpses were everywhere.

The blazing fire burned his face red, and the burned house fell to the ground.

He saw countless corpses of his clansmen.

They took shape, their eyes wide open in despair.

Li Bai's hands trembled, and his eyes were red.

The awe-inspiring sword energy swept across Qingqiu and rushed towards Xiaohan.

The golden thunder rolled towards them, and the air continued to scream.

The blood of his people stained his fur.

The dying old patriarch grabbed his hand and handed the Yuanhun Pearl into his hand.

Suddenly, there was a strong wind and heavy rain, and a silver-white figure suddenly approached.

It was a strong white dragon.

He surged in the clouds, surrounded by purple energy, like a god.

Li Bai stared at him blankly.

A tear fell.

Tears mixed with the rain, fell on the devastated land, never to be seen again.

05

Li Bai sealed the souls of his clansmen into Yuanhun Orb and left Qingqiu.

He thought, there must be a way to revive the people in the Three Realms.

If not, then beyond the Three Realms, there will always be.

For the rest of his life, he will live for this.

Li Bai began his endless wandering.

The journey is endless.

He walked alone for a long time.

After a long time, the memory becomes blurred and the feelings become indifferent.

He has seen all the joys and sorrows in the world, and is used to passing by again and again.

He thought that one day, the souls of the people of Qingqiu would pass through the end of reincarnation and come to a new country.

He will be with them, watch over them, as they have been with him.

He no longer remembered the little white dragon named Han Zhongyan.

06

Han Xin did turn into a real dragon.

That day Chi You was cornered and Yu Qingqiu fought his back.The emperor took advantage of the victory to pursue, and the fox family was implicated, and thus suffered a catastrophe.

He was about to transform into a dragon, so he didn't have time to participate in the battle.

When he transformed successfully and rushed to Qingqiu, the familiar land had been reduced to ruins, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

He brought in rain to put out the fire, but he could never find his best friend.

Painful dragon chant resounded through the sky.

He hovered over the earth, calling his friend's name one after another.

However, no one responded.

Fox, where have you drifted with the souls of your people?

07

Twelve years have passed.

Things change.

The past of the dragon and the fox has become a story passed down by word of mouth.

No one knows why that sincere friendship died suddenly.

It was as if they didn't know that a new story was about to begin.

08

On this day, the sun is warm and spring is full.

Han Xin picked up a fox under the peach tree in front of the door.

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Other cp short stories will be posted on Weibo one after another in the future, so let’s finish here first, thank you all for your support ^3^