There might be something wrong with my rebirth

After Qinglan left, Shuangruo was very energetic. He slept all day during the day, and at this time he couldn't sleep no matter what. He thought carefully about the excuse of refusing the marriage offered by the Emperor of Heaven, but he couldn't help but think of the last life he had with him. The scene when Ming Feng got married.

The wedding was kept simple, and the Emperor of Heaven pointed out that within a few days after the marriage, Ming Feng presented a letter of engagement to Your Excellency Shu Yin, and a few days later, it was the wedding day, and everything was in a hurry. Excited, he thought that Ming Feng was the same as himself, impatient to wait, and hoped to get married as soon as possible, but later, it was hard for him not to understand that Ming Feng was just completing the task entrusted to him by the Emperor of Heaven.

Just like every errand assigned to him by the emperor of heaven, although he is reluctant in his heart, he will definitely do it, and he can do it very well.

Because Ming Feng has absolute loyalty to the Emperor of Heaven.

It is this loyalty that supports Ming Feng.

Although the wedding is simple, but all the etiquette is unmistakable, which is barely a consolation.All the immortals seemed to be watching the excitement, and few of the auspicious words they said came from their hearts. At that time, if Shuang Ruo didn't understand, he thought that all the immortals were there, and it was giving him and Ming Feng face, but now thinking carefully Only then did he realize that the immortal family was watching a joke between the two of them.

So what if the Emperor of Heaven refers to marriage?The God of Ming Feng loves the noble Lord Chongming.

Shuang Ruo felt that he was stupid and naive at that time, no wonder he became the laughing stock of the Three Realms.

On the day of their wedding, the two of them didn't even have a wedding night in the bridal chamber, and even Ming Feng, who had been drinking together, just looked at the face of the Emperor of Heaven and took a sip to make a show. The place where demons kill ghosts is going to kill sprites.

On the wedding day, both parties were unhappy.Even after that, Ming Feng never touched him.

Until his death, neither of them slept in the same bed.

It's ridiculous to say that Shuang Ruo doesn't remember what he wore and what he said on the day of the wedding, but he only remembers Ming Feng's red dress embroidered with gold patterns, his tall and thin body perfectly propped up the red suit, The handsomeness of the God of War Mingfeng is recognized in the three worlds, and no one can match it.He even clearly remembered the subtle changes in Ming Feng's eyebrows and the vague words in his mouth that day.

It was an autumn day, on the night of their wedding, Shuang Ruo sent Ming Feng away amidst everyone’s mischievous and pitiful eyes, and walked slowly back to Zichen Hall alone. Fire in the heart.

The joy of marrying Ming Feng gradually cooled down as Ming Feng went away.

Shuang Ruo leaned on the bamboo chair, let his thoughts wander, his eyes were a little blank.

It was not a wedding, and what he entered was not a bridal chamber, but his tomb.

Princess Shion

Ming Feng was sitting at the desk, holding the file in his hand, but he never turned a page.

The candles of the ever-burning lamps beside him were flickering, but Ming Feng remained motionless.

Mu Feng waited beside him, looked at Junshang, who had been distracted for a long time, and finally couldn't help but reminded: "Your Majesty, the tea in your hand is cold."

Ming Feng snapped back to his senses.

He put down the file in his hand, picked up the teacup, and asked casually, "Has anyone been to Zichen Palace today?"

Mu Feng replied fluently: "Shangshen Huiyin came here once, and there are some little fairies who gave away kits. I told Shangshang Huiyin that you are busy recently and can't get out, so Shangshen Huiyin left. As for the others Those who came to deliver the tips, the subordinates drove back to you."

Ming Feng's hand froze immediately: "Who are the ones who came to give the kit?"

Mu Feng glanced at Ming Feng suspiciously, and added: "There are no special people, they are all unknown people, but this time I didn't see that Shuang Ruo, it must be some trick again."

Mu Feng knew that his master had always looked down on Shuang Ruo, so when he talked about Shuang Ruo, his tone was filled with teasing and contempt.

Ming Feng lowered his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Shuangruo, he is someone close to the Emperor of Heaven, if you don't take him seriously, you may even look down on this Zichen Palace."

Mu Feng was shocked, and hurriedly knelt down to admit his mistake: "I'm sorry, Your Majesty, I was the one who was rude and offended Lord Shuangruo, and my subordinates have absolutely no intention of overstepping."

He was admitting his mistake on the surface, but in his heart he had no apology for Shuangruo, at most he was panic about Ming Feng scolding him.

Junshang should be disgusted with Shuangruo, right? He always said that on weekdays, and he never saw Junshang refute.

Besides, among the things Shuangruo has done, which one deserves to be called a master?It has been rumored outside that Shuang Ruo is wishful thinking, but a cat that only runs on all fours on the ground, but still has the guts to miss Ming Feng Shangshen, he might as well look in the mirror to find out the difference between himself and Chong Ming Zunzhu , so I can stop my obsession.

The more Mu Feng thought about it, the lower he lowered his head, and the deeper his dissatisfaction with Shuangruo became.

Ming Feng took a sip of the cold tea, his mouth was full of bitterness.

"Get up," Ming Feng knew how everyone viewed Shuangruo, and even [-]% of it was caused by his cold treatment. He only sighed deeply in his heart that everything must be figured out slowly, and then Shen Sheng asked, "Has Huiyin left any words?"

Mu Feng's eyes flickered: "Huiyin said to the gods, said... In the grand court meeting four days later, the Emperor of Heaven may give you a marriage contract with Lord Shuangruo."

Ming Feng's fingers gripping the teacup were no longer tense.

His tone softened a bit, and he said: "If you see him some other day, thank you for me."

Ming Feng rested for a while, then picked up the file again, this time he didn't get distracted, he really read it.

Mu Feng knew that he had passed this test, so he breathed a sigh of relief.He felt that his lord's mood suddenly improved. Although he didn't know the reason, it was good to stop keeping a cold face.

Every time Ming Feng finished approving a case file, he would raise his head and ask if someone had come to send a kit.

Mu Feng answered one by one, and finally added a sentence: "After sunset today, the Flower Festival will be almost over, and most of the kits will be delivered this afternoon."

He had good intentions at first, and wanted to tell Ming Feng that no one would come to give the kits, and no one would disturb him anymore.

Unexpectedly, Ming Feng didn't want to hear these things at all, he had been waiting for someone to bring him tips.

——Shuang Ruo.

Yesterday he sent Shuangruo a kit, and today he has been waiting for Shuangruo's return all day today.

He thought in his heart, if Shuangruo gave him back the kit this time, and settled the mutual affection, he would definitely treat Shuangruo well, and he would give back the same or even more love to Shuangruo. If he makes any irreparable mistakes again, he will cherish Shuangruo in his palm, so that Shuangruo can only see the clear sky and clear clouds, wind, frost, rain and snow, and he will block them all.

Ming Feng knocked on the table again and again, still asking every once in a while if someone came to deliver the kit.

Mu Feng answered one by one, but there was no news of Shuangruo.

Until it was almost dark, someone came to send a message, Shuyinge Qinglan asked to see.

Just as Mu Feng was about to answer, he saw his master rushing out like a gust of wind, leaving the two of his attendants in a daze.

Ming Feng's heart was already roasted like fire oil, and when he heard the words "Shuyinge", he couldn't wait to rush out, and only then did he realize that he was so eager to see Shuang Ruo.

It's a pity that it was a strange face who came to Zichen Palace to meet him.

The other party was very courteous, claiming to be the steward of Shuyin Pavilion, and following the orders of the Lord, he came to return the kit.

Ming Feng looked at the unopened brochure bag and a thin letter, and suddenly felt that his heart was extinguished.

He was thinking that his sadness and disappointment at this time might not be one-tenth of what Shuangruo once was.

Ming Feng said lightly: "I accept it, you can go back."

Qinglan left Zichen Palace as if fleeing.

Ming Feng didn't want to go back to the house, he opened the letter against the moonlight.

He read it back and forth three times from beginning to end before he understood the meaning of the letter.

Shuangruo thought that he was given the wrong kit, and if Shuangruo wanted to get rid of him, Shuangruo said that he would not pester him again in the future.

There was a "buzzing" sound in Ming Feng's mind.

No more pestering.

Ming Feng lowered his eyes, his hands were trembling, but he kneaded the letter into a ball as if he couldn't control himself.He quickly came back to his senses, a look of despair appeared in his eyes, like a child who had done something wrong, he lowered his head slightly, and carefully spread out the letter and laid it flat.

The white and flat letter paper was crumpled, and the traces could not be removed, and it could not be paved again. The petals of the Muluo where the signature was signed fell off, and there was no trace to be found.

It's like a scar engraved on my heart, no matter how well it is concealed, it will never be as good as before.

Ming Feng carefully folded the letter, put it in the envelope, put it together with the brocade bag, and returned to Zichen Palace under the moonlight without saying a word.

He frightened Mu Feng very much.

It was fine just now, what happened now?Sure enough, Your Majesty's heart is as unpredictable as the rain in June.

The small characters on the case file were like rows of disorganized bugs. Ming Feng could no longer calm down. He pressed his forehead, and a voice kept shouting in his heart: It doesn't matter, there is still a chance. marriage.

Yes, Dachaohui.

Ming Feng stood up "teng", he felt that he must be crazy, he wanted to see Shuangruo so much.

Just as Mu Feng wanted to call Ming Feng to stop, he saw that Ming Feng had already disappeared in a flash. As Ming Feng's personal attendant, he immediately followed.

Shuangruo is a little distressed.

He has always felt that it is quite troublesome for the immortals in the heavens to convey the news with jade orders, and it lacks some romantic feelings in it.

The more deadly point is that if one party is not within the jurisdiction of the celestial psychic jade order, the news cannot be conveyed.

He prefers the mortal "Flying Pigeon Passing Letters".

Therefore, since the last life, he has always wanted to make a small wooden bird, which can attach divine power to it, hide its body, and cannot be captured by others. The bird will also use its own organs to keep flying and ensure that the letter will be delivered.

It’s just that Shuang Ruo had too many distracting thoughts in his last life, and he went to many battlefields with Ming Feng. He didn’t have time to actually make the little wooden bird. There was no time to do it.

In this life, he decided not to focus on Ming Feng any more, so he would naturally have a lot of free time, and being a little wooden bird was also on his agenda.

He is not in a hurry to draw the design drawings, he already has the finished product in his mind, so naturally he doesn't have to worry about it, but what material the little wooden bird should choose has already troubled him for a long time.

He wanted to choose a material that is light but extremely tough, while maintaining a beautiful appearance. Shuangruo had considered Haimoyu, which perfectly met Shuangruo's requirements except that it was slightly inferior in texture.

It's just that sea-milled jade is too expensive. He roughly calculated that if a small wooden bird was made out of sea-milled jade, it would be enough for half a year's expenses of an ordinary fairy family in Xianxiang.

Moreover, the small wooden bird made of Haimoyu must be taken good care of and maintained. If it is not done, it may be scrapped after flying once.

Shuangruo rubbed his hair in distress, and couldn't sleep on either side, so he got up and prepared to go to Nanqiu.

The heavens are divided into five parts. The Jiuchongtian is located at the core of the center. Chengping, Nanqiu, Huyi, and Xuezhou are located in the northwest, northeast, southwest and southeast respectively, enclosing the Jiuchongtian.

Among them, Nanqiu is the state with the most developed trade, and Shuangruo went to Nanqiu to find materials with the idea of ​​trying her luck.

It's just that he didn't expect that as soon as he was about to go out, he ran into Ming Feng Shangshen at the door.

Shuangruo: "..."

I'm afraid he has never had such a thing as luck.

Ming Feng seemed to have just discovered him, he pulled his eyes back from the distant moon, hesitation flashed across his eyes: "Want to go out?"

With sharp eyes, he found Ming Feng with one hand behind his back, and behind the wide sleeve robe, there seemed to be a clump of gloomy purple.

Shuang Ruo is very familiar with that purple color, it is Mu Luo Hua.

He suddenly became vigilant.

In the middle of the night, Ming Feng Shangshen stood at his door, hiding a bouquet of muluo flowers in his hand.

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The author has something to say: Thank you, little angels, I love you, Boha =3=