Birdseye

Feng Yuan looked back at the document of destiny in Changqiu Palace, and remained silent. What kind of calamity did Jianwu go through during the calamity?

After so many years, even if Jianwu remembered something, he might miss a lot.

Immortal Lords have to go through the thunder formation of forgetting dust when they return from calamities. It would be great if they could forget them completely, but if they remembered all of them like today, I am afraid that there will be another twists and turns.

Should he use other methods to eliminate the resentment and unwillingness of the immortals after returning from calamity? It still needs to wait for the next day to discuss with Jianwu carefully.

But it's been so long, why hasn't Xingru come back?

He raised his head and glanced outside, only to find that Mengshu was still standing in front of the document of destiny, looking at something, he subconsciously asked, "Why are you still here?"

Mengshu: "..."

He turned his head to look at Feng Yuan, moved his lips, and really wanted to ask him, Feng Yuan, are you a bit of a dog?

In the end he shook his head, thinking about it, let it go, after all, he was short-handed, he held the starlight in his palm, and went back to his Yuanming Palace.

In the Thousand Peach Garden, the long wind blows, everything is as before, the peach blossoms fall one after another, laying a thin layer on the ground, Songzhou and the others heard that Xingru is about to marry Fengyuan, so they just stayed where they were, and had a good time. After a while, Song Zhou asked cautiously, "Your Majesty, are you sure you mean marriage?"

Xingru nodded and hummed lightly.

Song Zhou quickly raised his hand and patted his chest, His Majesty's operation is also... coquettish, the demons all know about this, and their tails can't be up to the sky.

Immortal Yuelin doesn't care who she marries, as long as they can be a couple, her work is not in vain. She touched Xingru's shoulder and asked him proudly: "How is it? This time the red line Does it work?"

"..."

The corners of Xingru's mouth twitched. Not long after they came back, Feng Yuan mentioned the matter of the red rope. Xingru remembered that he had hidden the red rope back then. Feng Yuan still didn't know that the red rope was back. into his hands.

At that time, he really had the urge to throw the pot on Yue Lin, but his sense of responsibility as a demon master stopped him from this urge, and in the end, Feng Yuan used this extremely long red rope on Xingru himself. .

No matter what, His Majesty and God have come to the end of their hardships.

After Songzhou and the others left, Xingru got up from the stone bench, brushed a few fallen flowers off his shoulders, and was about to leave when he saw the Heavenly Emperor Jianwu standing not far away, looking at him.

Jianwu has always been more cold-hearted than Feng Yuan, and he will never appear here for no reason, Xingru raised his eyebrows, and asked aloud: "Is there something the Emperor of Heaven wants to do with this deity?"

"I know you have been in the heartless sea for many years." He walked slowly, paused, and asked, "Have you ever heard of the name Chu Sang?"

Xingru was slightly stunned, he had thought that the person Chu Sang wanted to find might be the same as him, a certain god in this world who had gone through a lot of calamities, from today's point of view, it was indeed the case.

It's just that the cause and effect between the two of them is truly resolved.

He let out a long sigh in his heart, nodded, and said, "Chu Sang...is no longer here. When the demonic chaos appeared in the heartless sea, he sacrificed his soul to repair the seal of the demonic being."

The long wind came rushing from the sky with the Udumbara flowers, stirring up the redness all over the place, Jianwu's eyelids drooped slightly, and in the end he just said: "So that's how it is."

Xingru didn't intend to get entangled in the identity of the emperor when he was reincarnated back then, and just asked him: "I don't know if God knows the founder of the Tang Kingdom, Chu Lingyan."

He waited for a long time, but did not hear Jianwu's answer, so Xingru continued on his own: "Back then, Chu Sang asked me to leave a message for this person."

Jianwu still didn't respond, Xingru continued: "He said, the evil son Chu Sang, bid farewell here, all the debts owed to the three emperors have been repaid, and from now on, he will not enter reincarnation."

Jianwu looked cold, and nodded, as if Xingru's words hadn't touched him in any way.

Xingru moved her lips, but finally said nothing.

There will never be a chance to repeat the entanglement between this God and Chu Sang back then.

Like the flowing water of the long river, the old age with green temples and beauties, like the fallen flowers and mourning grass, morning dew and residual snow, will never return.

February 26 is suitable for marriage.

In the demon world, the clouds and mists dispersed, the sky was clear and sunny, golden sunlight rushed out like a river, and flowers bloomed everywhere beside the clear snow lake, fragrant and fragrant, while the demons squinted their eyes and were busy outside the demon palace without touching the ground. .

There are lanterns and festoons in the demon palace. It is rare for this place to be so lively. The sound of drums has been playing since the morning, and it has not stopped until now. The demons have almost decorated the hall. Looking around, they asked: " Where are Your Majesty and God?"

"It's still in the bedroom."

In the bedroom, Feng Yuan was lowering his head and arranging Xingru's bright red wedding dress. This wedding dress was specially embroidered by them looking for an embroiderer in the world for more than half a month. The phoenix embroidered with gold and silver thread was shining in the sunlight It was shining brightly, making Xingru's wrist extraordinarily white.

Feng Yuan withdrew his hand, took a step back, and asked him, "Does it look good?"

Xingru didn't respond, just silently stared at the phoenix on Fengyuan's wedding dress, as if in a daze, Fengyuan came over and tapped his head, asking him what he was thinking.

Xingru didn't hide anything, he touched his chin and said to Feng Yuan: "I was wondering if you have time to play with the peacock on the screen of Wangyou Palace in the Demon Realm?"

"Why did you suddenly think of this? If you like it, I'll bring it back to the heavens tomorrow," Feng Yuan took his hand, looked out the window, and said, "Okay, the hour is up, it's time to go out."

In the main hall of the Demon Palace, Meng Shu was the master of ceremonies, standing straight in the center of the hall, waiting for the newcomers to arrive.

Thousands of drums and music were played together, thousands of phoenixes sang in the sky, the breeze sent wine, and the falling flowers were colorful. At this time, Feng Yuan and Xingru stepped into the hall. Both of them were dressed in red. Everyone stood up and bowed their heads. Congratulations in unison on the marriage between the Demon Lord and the God.

Feng Yuan and Xing Ru sat down on the main seat, and this grand ceremony and carnival was about to begin.

Outside the main hall, the sound of firecrackers crackled, and after the white eyes were exhausted, there was only red color left on the ground.

And the demons in the palace quickly mingled with the immortals in the heavens, drinking and drinking, talking and laughing, and the sound of Liujia's piano happily swayed in the hall.

Songzhou sat with Yuelin and the others, exchanging gossip with the demons across the way, inadvertently raised his head and saw Shangshen resting his head on the demon lord's shoulder, the demon lord didn't know what to say What, Shangshen sniffed lightly on the back of the demon lord's neck, Songzhou shook his head, thinking that Fengyuan Shangshen disliked the devilish energy on His Majesty's body for being too sweet, but now Qingqing and I don't dislike it at all, this change of face It must have been too fast.

Mengshu felt that the wine in the demon world had a special flavor, and after a while, the entire jar in front of him was bottomed out. He shook the wine glass, then turned his head to look at Jianwu for a long time, and asked him: "Jianwu You seem to have something on your mind, do you want to get married too?"

Jian Wu looked down at the wine glass in his hand, and said coldly: "It's nothing."

Mengshu sighed, the colleagues in the heaven realm were too indifferent, but these idiots in the devil realm were quite amusing, so he simply turned around and found a few demon clans to punch and drink, and soon there was a crowd of people around him. , Mengshu dropped the wine glass in his hand with a bang, sneered, and drank very proudly to come again, but then he tilted his head and fell to the ground.

Jianwu: "..."

He silently stuffed Mengshu under the table, after all, it would be too embarrassing for them in Heaven Realm.

Suyin and Yuelin exchanged seats and came to Songzhou's side. He hadn't seen Songzhou for many years, raised his hand to pat him on the shoulder, and raised his glass: "Come, have a drink! After so many years How is Heaven?"

"It's okay," Song Zhou bumped into him, and asked casually, "You and Liu Jia haven't made it yet?"

Su Yin: "..."

Seeing that Suyin didn't speak, Songzhou knew that the two of them hadn't made an appointment yet, so he hated iron and steel and asked, "Tell me, how many years have you been with Liujia?"

Su Yin: "..."

"Didn't you tell me that you and Liujia..."

Suyin couldn't bear it any longer, she rushed forward, covered Songzhou's mouth tightly, and said to him viciously: "You fucking shut up!"

Song Zhou was thrown on the ground by him, his limbs were waving, and he kept yelling, Liu Jia looked up at them, his hands paused, and an immature idea suddenly appeared in his mind.

The sky outside was getting dark, and the moon quietly peeked out half of its head from the east mountain. The demons in the hall drank all of them staggeringly and confusedly, and the immortals also drank a little too much, but they were better than Mengshu. , barely able to pretend.

A demon stood up unsteadily from his seat, stared at the seat in front of him for a while, and suddenly touched his head and asked, "Where is our Majesty?"

"Follow Fengyuan Shangshen's bridal chamber."

"What is it called Shangshen! It should be called Demon Queen!"

"Do you dare to call?"

The voice fell, leaving a moment of silence.

After a while, someone quietly asked, "Why don't we go to the bridal chamber?"

Another Demon Race sneered: "You go, what flowers do you want on the grave? I'll go and give you some seeds right now, it's repaying the brotherhood between us two for so many years."

The demons fell silent again.

"Drink! Drink!"

I don't know who yelled, and these silent demons fell into carnival again in an instant.

There are many red silk cloths hanging in the bedroom, the eyes are bright red, the gold-plated wine cup is filled with a faint halo under the glass lamp, the red candle is flickering, and the sweet fragrance is wafting.

"Your Highness..." Xingru sat on the ground holding the wine jar, tilted his head to look at the wine jar for a while, then stretched out his hand to carefully hold the wine jar and asked, "Why do I feel that you seem to have gained weight recently?"

Feng Yuan: "..."

He picked up Xingru from the ground, and Xingru's eyes widened in surprise: "You..."

Feng Yuan originally thought that he would ask himself why he lost weight all of a sudden, but he asked very confused: "Why do your eyes grow here?" Asking, he also put his fingers on Feng Yuan's lips.

Sure enough, they drank too much, Feng Yuan inexplicably felt that their bridal chamber wedding night tonight might be turning yellow.

"Don't make trouble," he held Xingru's hand helplessly, "drink the Heying wine first."

Xingru really drank too much today, Feng Yuan only poured him a small sip, which was considered as a compliment.

Xingru laughed, put the wine in his mouth, turned over and pressed Feng Yuan on the bed, and poured half of the drink into Feng Yuan's mouth.

He had a drunken belch, then instinctively pulled Feng Yuan's clothes, kissed here, bit there, Feng Yuan was provoked so that his anger rushed to his lower abdomen, turned over and pressed Xing Ru on up below.

Xingru frowned, twisted a little uncomfortably, and muttered: "The stinger..."

Feng Yuan got up quickly, helped him up a little bit, and then looked at his back besides the wine glass that he just dropped, there was a pile of longan and red dates.

Have a baby early?

Which idiot put these on the bed?

Feng Yuan had no choice but to suppress the fire of desire that Xingru had just stirred up, and put these things together with the wine glasses on the table not far away.

After he packed up, the pent-up desire burst out instantly. He was planning to spend a wonderful wedding night with Xingru, but when he turned around again, he saw that Xingru had changed into his original form, lying on the bed , with her small head buried under her wings, her long tail feathers dragging all the way to the bottom of the bed, her chest undulating evenly and long, sleeping very soundly.

Feng Yuan: "..."

He looked at his lower body.

Perhaps, he should jump into Qingxue Lake to calm down now.