Birdseye

Xingru returned from Ziwei Palace to Qiantaoyuan by himself, and sat under the tree with nothing to do. Now that he has come to this sky, his life is not much different from that in the heartless sea. Of course.

If he hadn't known about the calamity of God in Fengyuan, he would have continued like this for a long time. In the future, he might sneak down from the sky occasionally to find his highness, and spend years and months like this day after day until One day, it will become feathered and annihilated.

He has the dream barrier left by the mist of the imaginary sea on his body, and his soul is also damaged. Presumably, he will not live too long, and there will be no reincarnation.

After he came to the sky, the Heavenly Emperor Jianwu ordered him to guard the garden, until now he has not even seen a shadow of a peach, and he does not know what he is guarding here.

The weather in the heaven always seemed to be good. Xingru lay on the fallen flowers with his arms pillowed on his back, looking at the sky above his head, there were a few clouds drifting by, and the rain of flowers swayed and fell quietly as the breeze blew by.

Back then, who else would remember the past besides him?

Xingru closed his eyes, and there were some yellow, yellow, green, and green light spots in the darkness. They kept swimming, and then gradually merged together. At a certain moment, the world was so quiet that he was the only one left. He was there I thought for a moment, if, he meant if, he went to Fengyuan now, and told him that when he went down to earth, he was the one who had a relationship with him, what would he do?

Will he find a way to remember that period of time?Will he turn back to his Highness sooner?

Maybe he should really explain it to God Fengyuan. If he doesn't believe it, he will drag him to the document of destiny, cut his heart again, take out a little blood from his heart, and smear it on the document of destiny, so that he can always prove what he said All are true.

He felt that his method was very good, and immediately wanted to rush into Ziwei Palace to explain to Feng Yuan, but then he thought that there must be other people around Feng Yuan at this time, if he went, he would probably be kicked out directly.

Xingru opened his eyes, and sighed softly. When he was young, he always felt that there was nothing he couldn't do in this world except what Ji Huaizhou was not allowed to do. Later, he gradually discovered that there was actually nothing he couldn't do. .

He wanted to rescue Ji Huaizhou from the Garan Tower, and wanted him to live a long time.

He never got his wish.

It wasn't until these few days when he sorted out the past that he finally realized that everything he had done in the past was actually meaningless.

His dozens of poisonous arrows in the Dayin Palace, the thousands of cuts he suffered under the Jialan Tower, and the hundred years of torture he endured in the Heartless Sea.

If you insist on adding a meaning to them, it may be because he has suffered so much that God can't see it, and is willing to give him such a small amount of fate, so that he can see him again at the end of these sufferings .

He stretched out his hand and caught a falling flower, but he didn't know how long he would have to wait.

In addition, how would Chu Sang's other wish be fulfilled for him? During the few days he was in the Nine Nether Realm, he also did not get any news about Chu Lingyan. Maybe he has disappeared, or maybe this person is also like this. A certain god in the vast heaven.

If this is the case, the Gods' game of calamity is indeed a bit wicked.

Xingru couldn't help laughing out loud, but he was the only one who knew the sadness in his heart.

As the sky gradually darkened, he got up and brushed off some fallen flowers on his body, and walked slowly along the Tianhe towards Ziwei Palace, he hadn't figured out how to open his mouth when he saw Feng Yuan in a while.

The moonlight cast a few sporadic spots of light under the tree through the gaps between the branches and leaves of the Mizhu tree. The night wind blew past and the water gurgled. He stood outside Ziwei Palace for a long time until the moon was in the middle of the sky before walking in. .

He once heard Siquan Shangshen said that Fengyuan often stays in Wangyou Palace at night. He has seen the layout of Ziwei Palace and knows the directions of each palace here. There were two little boys guarding outside, they were not decent immortals, just two unconscious little puppets, Xingru cast a small spell to hide his body, and sneaked into Wangyou Palace.

The Palace of Wangyou is silent, the purple glazed censer on the table is burning Duyi incense, the fragrance is pleasant, a lifelike green peacock is painted on the huge mica screen behind it, the star is like a light yellow gauze curtain, and it moves lightly Go to the inner room.

Feng Yuan Shangshen was sleeping soundly on the couch, showing no signs of waking up.

Xingru walked over, looked down at him for a while, then squatted down and lay down on the side of the couch, his eyes never moved away from his face. When Feng Yuan was asleep, he looked a bit like Ji Huaizhou. He started to gather the few strands of hair in front of his forehead to the back of his head, pulled another long strand of hair, and twisted it round and round on his right index finger, as if returning to the past.

Feng Yuan was still the same Feng Yuan, he didn't remember anything, but maybe Xingru saw him transform into Ji Huaizhou with his own eyes in the Nine Nether Realm, so he was able to find some traces of familiarity here today.

Xingru looked down at the black silk wrapped around her fingertips, wondering if he could see His Highness sooner if he sent this God into his dream now.

He himself was shocked by his boldness, but then his fingers moved slightly, and his heart moved.

It's just that as soon as he raised his left hand, the sleeping God suddenly opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a piercing light hidden in those eyes, and he asked him quite politely: "What are you doing?"

Xingru was taken aback, staggered half a step back, and fell directly to the ground, because Feng Yuan's hair was still wrapped around his fingers, and it was a great sin to drag a few of them down after sitting like this.

Feng Yuan said coolly: "Speak."

After all, I made a move just now, and now it is somewhat unreasonable to say that I came to find Feng Yuan to talk about love debts. Xingru's mind turned quickly, and he immediately found a new entry point. He lowered his head, a little shy Said: "Shangshen is magnificent, has an extraordinary appearance, and is unparalleled in the world. When Xiaoxian saw Shangshen for the first time in the Thousand Peach Garden, he was deeply impressed by his demeanor. Recently, he has been tossing and turning for him. He can't sleep at night. Mei, I couldn't help myself tonight, I sneaked into Wangyou Palace and disturbed the God, please don't blame the God."

Such disgusting words, because he was thinking of Ji Huaizhou in his heart, he also expressed some sincerity.

Feng Yuan's gaze rested on his middle hair for a moment, before he said casually: "I thought you were here to practice witchcraft."

This means that he pulled his hair, and Xingru could see through it at a glance. He raised his head and said emotionally to Feng Yuan: "Well... Xiaoxian sees that God is here alone, and he will inevitably be lonely in the long night, so he wants to come here. Here, recommending a pillow mat, did you accidentally press Shangshen’s hair, please ask Shangshen to make amends.”

I didn't expect that those yellow books he read back then would be useful here. After the protagonists in the book finished saying this, the next thing they should do was turn upside down. I don't know what the world is. He said this to Feng Yuan Having said that, I just hope that he will be thankful if he doesn't send himself to Taixuan Lake to fish for pearls.

"Oh?" Feng Yuan lowered his head and stared at Xingru, the eyes of the little monster shone brightly under the reflection of the glazed palace lantern, he seemed to see some strange scenes, but the figures inside were all blurry, Can't see clearly.

He raised his eyebrows and asked him with interest: "How do you recommend yourself?"

This question tested Xingru's accumulation of poses. When he was in London with Ji Huaizhou, he tried almost all the poses in the booklet. For Ji Huaizhou, his favorite is to come from behind.

Or maybe it was to punish him for being too dissolute and unscrupulous when he was young, which is why he was so lonely in the second half of his life, and that's why he lost him so early.

He couldn't help but think of the poem that Ji Huaizhou once taught him, "Most good things are not firm, but colorful clouds are easy to disperse and glass is brittle."

He didn't protect him well, so there wasn't any more.

His eyes dimmed a bit, but he still had that shameless look, and said: "The couch of God is a little small, I'm afraid it won't be able to move around later."

Feng Yuan lay sideways on the couch, propped his head with one hand and looked at him, his head was full of blue, and let out a low sneer.

Xingru thought for a while, he himself didn't want to have any indescribable relationship with Feng Yuan, and the same is probably true of this glamorous God.

Wanting to understand this, he unrestrainedly tore open his clothes, and asked Feng Yuan cheekily: "What kind of god do you like? An old man pushing a cart? Avalokitesvara sitting on a lotus? Or an old tree with its roots intertwined?" It seems that he really came here today It was to warm Feng Yuan's bed.

Feng Yuan really didn't expect him to say such words, Xingru's skirts were spread out, revealing the thin collarbones on both sides, with a shallow shadow nestled in it, and the snow-white shoulders seemed to be covered with a layer of warm light , Feng Yuan stretched out his hand, and suddenly pulled the little monster up from the ground.

Xingru stood up, the distance between the two of them suddenly narrowed, there was only a finger difference between their foreheads, their breaths were on each other's cheeks, Feng Yuan held his shoulders, and carefully looked at the little monster in front of him, his eyebrows and eyes Good-looking, with a straight nose, small mouth, but very light color, the smell of Duyixiang permeates the whole palace, and Fengyuan's warm fingertips gently rub against Xingru's lips.

Xingru only looked into his eyes, and his own image was reflected in those dark and deep eyes. At a certain moment, he was tempted, his lips moved slightly, and he called out in a small voice: "Your Highness..."

Feng Yuan was shaken all over, and countless chaotic scenes were reflected in his mind, but they disappeared without a trace in an instant.

The next moment, Xingru was pushed away by Feng Yuan, and he took half a step back, a little strange, wondering if the High God was so excited when he heard His Highness just now, and then he heard this The upper god said with disgust, "It's kind of ugly."

Xingru took a deep breath and let it out slowly, his face could not be called ugly, at most it was a little bald in its original form, but at this time it still depends on his original form, this God is a What hobby?The big peacock on the screen behind him is really pretty, so let him do it with that big peacock.

Feng Yuan took a look at him and looked back, gathered his clothes, and said in a deep voice: "I am not a broken sleeve."

He had never referred to himself as Benjun in front of Xingru before, Xingru thought, the reason why he used the word Benjun in front of himself now should be for an emphasis.

Probably just now he saw Ji Huaizhou's shadow on Feng Yuan's body in a trance, Xingru became more courageous, and he asked seriously: "How do you know if Shangshen hasn't tried it? Since Shangshen can owe Immortal Xigu a debt Love debt, whether it is or not is still unknown, Xiaoxian fell in love with God at first sight, and always felt that there should be a love debt between me and God in the previous life."

Seeing that Feng Yuan was silent, Xing Ru continued: "If the God doesn't believe it, let's go to the Destiny Document in Changqiu Palace to see our past lives."

Feng Yuan suddenly remembered what Xi Gu said to him during the day, he didn't believe that he really admired him, most likely he wanted to get something from him, did the image that flashed in his mind just now match the one in front of him? Goblin related?

Feng Yuan sat up a little bit straighter, looked at Xingru, and asked him slowly: "So what if I owe you a love debt? To me, going down to earth is just a fleeting dream. There are tens of thousands of people, and I think there are not a few people who owe me what I owe, and besides..." Feng Yuan looked straight at Xingru, and asked in a deep voice: "I really owe you?"

Inside Wangyou Palace, mandala flowers drooped low, the fragrance floated, the glazed palace lanterns reflected an amber moonlight, the light gauze rustled, Xingru stared blankly at Fengyuan in front of him, all the blood on his face disappeared in an instant, turning pale as paper.

He moved his lips, but finally said nothing.

He's not his highness, he's not his highness yet, he doesn't remember anything.

He can only get a little comfort by telling himself this over and over again.