[Comprehensive] Floating dream with one knife

About to feel the gaze of Prince Changqin, the man turned around and looked down, his face was as delicate as snow under the moon, and his lips were as red as vermilion.

He smiled suddenly, tapped his feet, and landed in front of Prince Changqin from the ridge of the roof like riding the wind and riding the clouds.

The prince Changqin looked over, and saw that this man had a slim and soft willow figure in his life, but his face was sharp and unapproachable with compelling lines, and his natural nobleness was unspeakably arrogant and unruly.

A pair of phoenix eyes with long eyelashes and dense eyelashes, and the burning red pupils seem to be burning with glazed fire. From the looks of it, even the skin seems to be licked by the bright red flames, giving rise to a little trembling and unspeakable fiery warmth.

"Phoenix bird?"

Prince Changqin looked away from his face, his face was calm and gentle, his eyes were like the deep sea in the sky, the shadow of the moon was floating, and the waves were dizzy.

Que Ping gave birth to a little untouchable coldness and tranquility.

It is as if standing outside the universe and the stars, forming a country and universe of its own.

Fengniao swallowed what she wanted to say.

"Prince Changqin."

He sighed.

"I finally found you."

"You still remember me at last."

A hundred years ago, when the prince's Changqin had not yet become the god of music in the Three Realms, he played the piano in the Hongya Realm and attracted the phoenix and bird Huang Luan to dance with him. Today, a hundred years later, the old phoenix and bird turned into spirits, and after searching hard, they finally met with thousands of miles away. Find it from outside and stand in front of Prince Changqin.

The moon shines on the deceased.

The old friend is still there.

In this way, a hundred years of painful struggle, survival and fear of death, and a glimmer of life obtained from the endless sky have meaning.

"Prince Changqin."

he said.

"Can I follow you and listen to you play the piano?"

Prince Changqin said lightly.

"it is good."

"But you always have to tell me your name first."

Feng Niao smiled slowly, as if seeing a rainbow in the wind and rain, and a butterfly awakened in the dark, he stared at the prince Changqin, the past years disappeared, and the butterfly emerged from the cocoon.

Only the old man in front of me is left.

It's like a dream.

"Feng Jun, my name is Feng Jun."

Feng Niao said.

"Feng Jun."

The prince Changqin said.

"You come with me."

He turned and walked towards the building, with a thought, he had already opened up a quiet place for Fengniao in the Pearl Palace and Jade Tower.

"You are convenient here, okay?"

Feng Jun stared straight at Prince Changqin with a pair of glazed fiery eyes, and said:

"it is good."

It took him a hundred years to allow himself to stand in front of him with the same posture, so what's wrong with that?

Ben couldn't have been better.

Prince Changqin nodded slightly, his footsteps moved slightly, and he had returned to the main hall.

Feng Jun stared at his back, his figure was lonely and gentle, his face was handsome and compelling, his red lips were slightly raised, giving birth to a different kind of ghostly charm.

When Prince Changqin disappeared, Feng Junfang reluctantly lowered his eyelashes, turned around, and entered the palace.

Prince Changqin stepped into his room, stepped onto the bed curtain, and sat cross-legged as before.

The night seemed to pass by in an instant.

When the Golden Crow rose and the world was brightly lit, the prince Changqin walked out of the palace.

The sky is blue and the water is clear, insects and birds are singing lowly, and in front of the pool, a person has already stood here.

That person has a graceful figure, handsome features, a pair of narrow and long phoenix eyes, thick eyelashes, it is the phoenix bird Fengjun who came uninvited last night.

"Changqin."

When he looked back, his eyes were as bright red as glazed fire.

"Do you know a woman named Xue Chang?"

Prince Changqin kept walking and smiled slightly.

"Who is that?"

The smile on his lips was calm and gentle, and there was no ripple in his eyes, as if what Feng Jun said was not Xue Chang but an irrelevant person beside him.

Feng Jun said.

"32 years ago, when I was passing through the extreme north, I met this woman. She seemed to be looking for someone, wandering alone in the extreme north, but it was also strange that this woman was clearly a human being, but It is to survive the cold wind and snow in the extreme north."

he said.

"At that time, I was thinking, if I were her, would I be able to endure the cold and hunger, endure the turbulence of living on the verge of death every day, and look for someone who I don't know if I can meet again."

"At that time, I already knew the answer."

"Prince Changqin, it's great to see you again."

Feng Jun stared at Prince Changqin's face and said softly.

He shouldn't have said that.

It was really too early, too urgent, too unreasonable, too blunt,,,, naked.

The fate between Fengniao and Prince Changqin is nothing but a qin melody, a relationship between two sides.

Although he has searched and waited for a hundred years, it is only his own business.

It has nothing to do with Prince Changqin.

But he didn't want to bear it any longer.

He couldn't bear it any longer.

The words and emotions in his heart are like the clear stream above the raging fire above the scorched earth, making him feel reborn every moment.

Everything in the world, be it fate or love and hatred, is mostly in the afterlife, and this life may not be expected.

That being the case, there is nothing to be afraid of.

Love and love, hate and resentment, just say it.

And why bother to behave like a soft child.

He has lived in this world for many years, searched for many years, and finally met Prince Changqin.

As a result, the dagger now has a poor plan and goes straight to the point.

The thoughts in his heart were clear and extraordinarily clear, straightforward and generous, but as soon as the words came out, he couldn't help but feel a little unspeakable shame.

He lifted the sleeves of his robe to cover his slightly red cheeks, and his fine eyelashes drooped slightly to cover his bright red pupils.

It was as if the exorcism formed by spiritual power had betrayed his mind and soul, and he acted like a little man and woman that he always looked down upon for no reason.

Prince Changqin smiled gently.

"You and I got married that day, Qinqu, and now it's great to meet again."

"There is a special fate between you and me."

When Feng Jun heard the words, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh, so he had no choice but to stop crying or laughing.

He slowly put down the sleeves of his robe, allowing a handsome face with a faint peach blossom red to be exposed in front of Prince Changqin.

Feng Jun thought about it.

"Changqin..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by someone.

The man was dressed in blue and black battle armor, with broad shoulders and straight legs. He had a handsome and fierce appearance. The golden beast was cold and dazzling, and it was unparalleled in sharpness. It seemed that a chariot rumbled from the sky. Still with the cruelty and fierceness in his blood, he is fearless and unrestrained.

He looked at Feng Jun and asked.

"Prince Changqin, who is he?"

But it is just a moment.

Prince Changqin glanced at him and said.

"He called Feng Jun, my old friend from a hundred years ago."

"Old man?"

A strange meaning flashed in Qianyu's pupils.

"I'm Qianyu," he said to Feng Jun, "You look a little strange."

"I don't know why I always want to punch you."

he said.

"It's like someone told me you were annoying."

Feng Jun's eyes fell on the young man with black hair and golden pupils in front of him, but he was not annoyed.

"It turned out to be a water gizzard."

These words are nothing at all, Qian Yu is just a water beetle, but for some reason, when said from Fengniao's mouth, Qian Yu sounds really ironic and unspeakable.

"Prince Changqin, can I hit him?"

He tilted his head to look at Prince Changqin, with an eager look on his face.

Prince Changqin shook his head.

"You can't beat him."

Qian Yu immediately turned his head solemnly, and said to Feng Jun with a handsome and fierce face: "When I transform into Ying Long, I will definitely beat you up."

"You must live until then."

Feng Jun was stunned for a moment, but there was something strange in his heart.

The little water squirrel in front of him was so swearing, it made his little bit of annoyance because of the other party's blood more obvious, and actually gave him a strange sense of fate.

He couldn't help but said.

"I am waiting for you."

"Very good," Qian Yu said, "Today the crown prince plays the qin as a witness, you and I have made an agreement."

"One day, I will become Ying Long, and you must fight with me."

Feng Jun looked at Prince Changqin, seeing that he had no intention of objecting, he said:

"it is good."

"Father."

"Father……"

The two spirits were making an agreement inexplicably, but another figure ran out of the pearl palace shell, with long hair splashed with ink, small and delicate cheeks as pale as snow, red eyes shone in the mist, and he was miserable. Called out miserably, like a lost child Ruyan threw herself into her arms and ran towards the prince Changqin.

Prince Changqin took half a step back and held Ruo Cang's shoulder.

Ruo Cang looked at him, with childish joy in his eyes.

"Father."

He called out in a low voice.

When Feng Jun heard this, he seemed to have been slapped severely by the Xuanlei of Nine Heavens.

He choked and choked, said.

"Changqin, is this your offspring?"

Qian Yu looked at him as if he was looking at an ignorant idiot, the contempt in his eyes was almost overflowing.

"how is this possible?"

Prince Changqin said: "It's a long story."

Feng Jun put his heart into practice.

"Is this a flower spirit?"

"He called Ruocang."

The prince Changqin said.

Hearing this, Ruo Cang raised his head and looked at Feng Jun.

Two pairs of red pupils met, and he suddenly smiled.

"Father, it's so strange, why did I see two big golden birds?"

Prince Changqin stroked the top of his hair.

"You read it wrong."

Ruocang nodded obediently.

"Yes, father."

He grabbed Prince Changqin's slender palm and rubbed his cheeks, and walked obediently back to the main hall.

"For a moment."

The prince Changqin said.

"Can you take me to find Ruocang's residence?"

"Ruo Cang has always been cautious, and he is strict with his goblin's hiding place."

"But with me, of course it's not a problem."

Xie Yu said solemnly.

"But there is one more thing, I may not be able to break through the protective barrier set by the flower spirit."

Prince Changqin smiled.

"Just take me there."