[Yang Jian] Moyu Zhaohua

The judiciary god is in charge of the laws and regulations of the sky, and his status is no less than that of ordinary gods.During the daytime, Zhaohua often passed by other residences, the immortals have few desires, although they can't really build the houses into the grandeur of the Lingxiao Temple, but they are comfortable, spacious, elegant and unique after all.

The mansion of the Judiciary God is not very far away, and Zhaohua was really startled when he saw the gate.The towering black stone and majestic auspicious beasts make people have the desire to reflect on themselves and change their past mistakes before entering.But further inside, Zhaohua was stunned.

In addition to the front hall for office and reception, there are only two rooms in the backyard, the study and the bedroom—and the study is more than five times the size of the bedroom.

On the contrary, the small courtyard is extraordinarily exquisite.

Rockery, lotus ponds, peach trees, jade tables, winding cobblestone paths among delicate green grass, linking the layout of the courtyard together, like a quiet and peaceful picture.

"You didn't arrange this yard, did you?" Zhaohua looked at the two rooms that were so simple that there were no extra decorations except for the necessities, and then looked at the yard with flowers and grass. It was almost impossible to imagine that they were the same person s home.

Oh yes, coupled with the solemn and solemn front yard, it is simply challenging the three limits.

Yang Jian paused, and nodded in embarrassment, "I'm ashamed to say that this yard was built by Fairy Chang'e and sister-in-law Yang Lian for Xiaoxian."

Zhaohua felt that he could predict everything like a god.

He walked slowly along the path to the lotus pond, and picked up a fallen peach petal, "This is somewhat similar to where I lived before."

"There are also peach blossoms in the former residence of the Immortal Emperor?" Yang Jian followed, barely standing still at an arm's length away.

Zhaohua smiled, put the petals in Yang Jian's hands, and deliberately brushed past him, "Your house only has one bedroom, it seems that we should take this opportunity to sleep on our feet and strengthen our relationship. "

Yang Jian obviously didn't have this plan, he stepped forward to open the door for Zhaohua, then bowed his head and said, "The Immortal Emperor was joking, Xiaoxian lives in the study room tonight, in a humble house, please ask the Immortal Emperor to make amends."

Hearing this, Zhaohua stopped directly at the edge of the corridor, and retracted the corners of his upturned mouth, "Rather than driving away the master and occupying the dove's nest, I would rather find a place to wander around and look for the Jade Emperor tomorrow morning." A place." As he said that, he actually stepped out and walked out.

Yang Jian's etiquette has been exhausted, if it were someone else, he would not force it any further.He rarely had in-depth contacts with people, even when he lived in the lower realm, he knew only a few people.But now in Heaven, only his younger sister Yang Lian will get close to him.

Until an Immortal Emperor Yuxiao appeared.

Even Yang Jian himself didn't know why he brought this man home.Obviously there is not only one way to solve it, but he still couldn't let it go and walked over.

Maybe it was because of the loneliness that Immortal Emperor Yuxiao hid in his eyes, or maybe it was because...he looked a bit like the person in his memory.

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"Huh?" Zhao Hua suddenly stopped halfway, and when he looked back, Yang Jian raised his head in surprise.He groaned in disbelief, quickly revealed a puzzled look, and asked in an uncertain tone, "What did Zhen Jun just say?"

Yang Jian belatedly realized that he had called out a voice. He moved his arms, then put his hands back into his sleeves, and said, "So, if the Immortal Emperor doesn't mind, let's make do with the Immortal tonight."

Zhaohua felt that the ancients were honest and not deceiving, playing hard to get was very useful.

In this way, the two finally entered the room. Zhaohua walked to the bed first, which was completely consistent with the simple and plain style of the bedroom. Yang Jian's bed was only the size of a single person, and it was a little loose when sleeping alone. A big man... Even if one person sleeps on the other, he still can't use it.

Looking at the only pillow, Zhaohua thinks it is better to use the deep-fried stick type sleeping method.

Thinking of this, he began to take off his outer shirt, and then raised his chin to Yang Jian provocatively.Yang Jian was speechless, so he had no choice but to loosen his belt, and then, under Zhaohua's "kind" gaze, went to bed and lay down in silence.

A pillow, a quilt, a hard bed, and a space where it is difficult to turn over. The two lay side by side, but one of them became a straight pine tree.

Zhaohua couldn't help feeling a little nostalgic, the first time he slept with Yang Jian when he was a child, and this person was also like this, stiff and motionless.For a moment, he seemed to have returned to a thousand years ago, wanting to pat Yang Jian's arm and coax him into sleep.

But it is not the past.

"It seems that I haven't answered you just now." He turned sideways, raised his hand and raised a sleeve of white leaves, "Where I used to live, although there were no peach blossoms, there were old trees full of white leaves. When there is wind , they float down, then dissolve into the ground and disappear.”

Yang Jian looked at the leaves sprinkled on his body in ecstasy. At first, some of them turned into light spots and slowly entered his body, but more spread on his clothes, and he could see the transparent meridians clearly.

"These must not be ordinary leaves." He subconsciously wanted to press his chest, but just as he moved his arm, he changed the direction and carefully picked up a white leaf, holding it in front of his eyes for a closer look.

Zhaohua stood up a little bit, and the white leaves slid down with his movements, like little snowflakes.

"Have you been injured here?" He pressed lightly on Yang Jian's heart, picked some white leaves and poured them out from his palm. The light like water seeped through Yang Jian's skin and flowed into the limbs along the blood vessels.Yang Jian suddenly felt that compared to the first few sporadic light spots, his body was much more relaxed, as if he was lying in the most comfortable hot spring, and wanted to close his eyes and fall into a deep sleep.

But he was no longer young after all, he just lowered his eyes and sat up respectfully.He should have bowed his hands and thanked him immediately, but he saw Zhaohua frowning, pressing his shoulder, and giving him a face.

Yang Jian thumped in his heart. Although he knew that Immortal Emperor Yuxiao was powerful, he never imagined that he would unconsciously let him move, "Immortal...!"

The white leaves on the bed were rolled up by the wind, quickly forming a milky soft light, and then a warm palm rested on Yang Jian's vest, absorbing all the light into it.

For a moment, Yang Jian felt that his body was empty, and something was pulled out from the contact position along the spine.The bone-piercing cold was only fleeting, and it was accompanied by the pleasure of stretching all limbs and bones.As the backlog of weight left his body, Yang Jian tilted his body and was held firmly by Zhaohua with the other hand.

When the steady breath came into his ears, Zhaohua finally softened his expression, and slowly pushed Yang Jian's forehead hair away as he did thousands of years ago, and called out in a low voice: "Jian'er..."

That voice was full of doting and nostalgia, but it was a pity that no one heard it, but he seemed to be very satisfied, slowly lying on the side.

This time, I will take good care of you.

Even if they don't recognize each other.