The Devil and the Flower

The light dissipated, Jiang Huan saw the endless night, it was pitch black, only the bright moon was hanging in the middle of the sky, and Tsinghua was unparalleled.

At the intersection of Tianshui and Tianshui, a snow-white and flawless palace rises from the ground, as clear as ice sculptures and jade. Under the moonlight, it looks like a moon palace that does not eat fireworks.

In the courtyard, beside the jade table, there was a figure looming, with the wine in his hand slightly rippling, and he raised his head, fixedly looking at the bright moon in the sky, and sighed very lightly.

It's not melancholy, it's not helplessness.

Even if he sits casually, he is imposing and intimidating, as if looking at the world with contempt.

A soft sigh was for the flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, which he could not find in his entire life.

Jiang Huan couldn't see this person's face clearly, but he felt very familiar. He turned his eyes to the surrounding scenery, looked around for a moment, and knew that this was the world in the picture.

Then this person... Could it be the legendary Emperor Jiang?

Unlike others, Jiang Huan had a natural sense of awe towards the emperor. He walked over indifferently and said, "Have you seen my A Yue? I'm looking for him."

The man said: "I am also looking for him."

Jiang Huan: "Huh?"

The man repeated: "I have been looking for him all my life."

Jiang Huan knocked on the long knife in dissatisfaction, and said: "Ah Yue is mine, if you dare to attack him, even if you are Emperor Jiang, I will not miss it."

The man smiled and said, "How dissatisfied are you with Emperor Jiang?"

Jiang Huan said: "It's quite annoying."

The man nodded and agreed, "It's a bit."

Jiang Huan: "Aren't you Emperor Jiang?"

If anyone hates himself, it must not be him.

The man seemed to see through his thoughts, and murmured with a smile: "...There are thousands of reincarnations, I am still me. Very good, very good."

Jiang Huan got impatient and chattered nonsense with him, "Hey, where did you send my Ayue?"

Hearing that, the man raised his hand, and suddenly countless transparent water spheres appeared around him, changing colors in the light and shadow, the red ones were like blood, and the white ones were like snow.

"Choose one, and you'll find him."

Jiang Huan: "What the hell?"

The man said: "What are you talking about?"

This tone... Jiang Huan felt a little bit like he was talking to himself!

Jiang Huanxin said he was bored, and casually reached out and grabbed a red water polo.

"It's a 'dream', it's good. When I wake up, I admire the moon, when I'm drunk, I fall into a dream. I've had a dream for thousands of years. I want to see it too..."

What it looks like when implemented.

Before Jiang Huan finished listening to what the man said, he felt that the world was spinning around him. He could naturally stay awake, but for some reason he couldn't break free, or rather, he didn't really want to break free.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"

Jiang Huan rubbed his brows, and saw a group of people lying in front of him. The leading woman was holding a tray with a bright red dress on it. She bowed her head and stepped forward, saying: "The wedding dress is ready, Your Majesty, please have a look."

Jiang Huan said: "...Say it again, what clothes?"

The woman raised her head, and it was Jiang Zhimeng's face.She seemed to be bound by something, her eyes struggled hard at him, her expression seemed respectful and terrified, but she couldn't help but said: "Return to Your Majesty, it's a wedding dress."

Jiang Huan propped his head up and sneered, seeing that the surrounding scene was exactly the palace he had seen before, and the place where he was sitting at the moment was exactly where the previous person was.

Associating the red water polo with the word "dream", then at this moment, it should be trapped in that person's dream, and was forced to role-play?

Regardless of whether that person is Emperor Jiang or not, Jiang Huan is not interested in playing this kind of roleplay.

He swung the others back, leaving Jiang Zhimeng behind, tapped the table with his fingertips, and instantly formed an invisible barrier between the two, temporarily isolating the rules of the world in the picture.

Jiang Zhimeng opened his eyes wide, choked suddenly, covered his neck and panted heavily, and blurted out: "Mr. Jiang Huan! Hey, I can talk now!"

Jiang Huan said: "Do you know what's going on with the pictures of your family?"

Jiang Zhimeng patted his chest, let out a long sigh of relief, and said, "Mr. Jiang Huan, you are too flattering me. How can I, a little junior, understand the moon-watching picture of His Majesty Jiangdi? I just sat on the stage before. In the middle of the day, I saw a light covering the picture scroll, my eyes went dark, and I was in it when I woke up."

After a pause, she said with a mournful face: "And what she said and acted seemed to be manipulated by something, and she couldn't resist at all."

Jiang Huan was not surprised.

Jiang Di's moon-watching picture is naturally operated by Jiang Emperor's will, not to mention that everyone's cultivation is not as good as Jiang Di's, even if they are of the same level, it is extremely difficult to break free after entering the picture.

As for why he himself had no influence—

Of course he is stronger than everyone else.

Jiang Huan had always believed in his own strength, so he never suspected other reasons.

Jiang Zhimeng said: "Mr. Jiang Huan, I have a strange premonition that if we don't follow the will of this world and accomplish what he wants to see, I'm afraid we won't be able to get out."

Jiang Huan said indifferently: "It's not us, it's you."

Jiang Zhimeng: "...Are you so confident? Then, what about Daojun? Daojun is also in it!"

When Jiang Huan heard this, he stood up and said, "By the way, I was about to ask you, have you ever seen A Yue?"

Jiang Zhimeng quickly shook his head, and replied: "I just woke up, and the first acquaintance I saw was you, Mr. Jiang Huan."

Hearing this, Jiang Huan lifted up the wedding dress on the tray and took a closer look, and found that it was quite in line with his wishes.

But it's also strange, the majestic Emperor Jiang actually dreamed that he wanted to marry someone?Is there any pursuit.

He is now playing the role of "Emperor Jiang" in his dream, and he does not know which unlucky little girl is playing the bride.

Jiang Zhi dreamed that he was staring at the wedding gown, and thought of the same question. He couldn't figure it out, and said, "Why is it a wedding as soon as you come in? His Majesty Jiang Di has been alone for thousands of years, and has never been close to women... Eh? Is it possible that in such a high position as His Majesty, there will be people who can't ask for it? Mr. Jiang Huan, why don't we go and see who it is?"

Jiang Huan: "Not interested."

Jiang Zhimeng clasped his hands together and circled around him, "Master Jiang Huan, go ahead! I'm so curious! And that person might be the key to deciphering the scroll!"

Jiang Huan looked clearly not much older than her, but for some reason, when Jiang Zhimeng talked to him, he always felt that he was several generations shorter, just like facing his own father or even grandpa.

Most importantly, although she was a little afraid of him, she also had an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

Jiang Huan lazily said: "No."

Jiang Zhi dreamed for a while, blinked his eyes and said: "I know you like Daojun, to be honest, I also think you two are quite suitable, a natural pair!"

Jiang Huan couldn't help laughing, but he had to admit that these words sounded very pleasing to the ear, and pressed her head, "Little girl's film, ghost spirit."

He got up and pushed the door out, randomly grabbed someone to ask for directions, and then walked to the left.

Jiang Zhimeng followed with a smile.

But as soon as Jiang Huan's enchantment came out, she was beaten back to the previous involuntary state, the smile froze on her face, and she followed behind with lowered eyebrows.

Passing through the rocks, stepping through the corridor, green bamboos grow in the eyes, the wind blows the flower forest, rustling like snow, falling on the water surface by the pool, extending to the misty ice palace and castles in the clouds.

As big as the building materials, as small as a flower and a tree, all of them have exhausted their minds.

When Jiang Huan saw it, he couldn't help admiring and admiring it, not only for the palace built with the collection of rare treasures from all over the world, but also for his heart, thinking about Emperor Jiang being alone for thousands of years, he felt a bit of sadness and regret for no reason after tasting it carefully.

With emotion, Jiang Huan turned his gaze, but suddenly froze.

Standing under the tree in front of him was a man with black hair in snow clothes, fluttering sleeves, and pink and white petals on his shoulders and hair.

The corners of Jiang Huan's mouth curled up subconsciously, and he beckoned, "Ah Yue!"

The person in front turned his head, but his eyes were quiet and far away, and his appearance was tall, which was better than the boundless beauty around him.

Feng Yueci nodded and said, "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Huan walked up to him in two or three steps, grabbed his hand at once, tilted his head and smiled, "Finally found you."

When I clasped my hands, the dreamlike scenery around me seemed more real.

Feng Yueci didn't say anything else, but asked first: "The picture scroll is different, is Mr. Jiang safe?"

He remembered that Jiang Huan protected him at that time, and it seemed that Jiang Huan always acted like this every time he encountered such a situation, without any hesitation.

Jiang Huan smiled and said: "It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, but you are not in good health, and I'm still worried about what you will do if you come in."

While speaking, he naturally stretched out his other hand to help Feng Yueci brush off the petals on his shoulder hair, his movements were as light as clouds passing by, and joked: "Look at the flowers all over the body, even though the flowers are Matching a beauty, but the beauty will be buried by flowers! Ah Yue is fascinated by the scenery? If you like it, I will build a better one for you in the future."

He got too close, and the warmth around him also surrounded him, Feng Yue retreated calmly, raised his hand and said: "Young Master Jiang, look."

Jiang Huan followed his movements, and saw that he walked to the side, and when he wanted to go out again, he encountered an invisible barrier, which pushed him back gently, without hurting him at all, but trapped him.

Jiang Huan's face darkened for a moment, and he waved his hands in an attempt to break through the barrier.

Feng Yue resigned: "I have tried it. But Emperor Jiang's cultivation level is above you and me, so it cannot be broken for the time being."

Jiang Huan shook his head, held the long knife, "I'll try."

Feng Yue resigned, walked back under the tree, and said, "No need. Tell me what's going on outside."

Jiang Huan also let go first, briefly told him about the current situation, and suddenly remembered that he seemed to have forgotten someone, so he turned around and waved.

Jiang Zhimeng: "..."

Finally remembered me!

Feng Yueci looked at her stiff face and struggling eyes, fell silent for a moment, held a talisman with his fingertips, stuck it to her body, and said, "I don't know if it's useful to hold the talisman."

Jiang Zhimeng took a breath, leaned on the table and coughed dryly, wept with joy, "It's useful!"

Jiang Huan glanced, "By the way, did Ayue see any young girls waiting to be married around here? I have to tell her clearly, no one here will marry her."

Feng Yueci looked at him indifferently and remained silent for a while.

With a smile on Jiang Huan's face, he felt a little guilty when he looked at him, thinking what's the matter?

However, Feng Yueci pushed open the door of the palace with a flick of his sleeves. The elegant furnishings need not be spoken, but the most eye-catching thing is the big red dress placed in the center.

Feng Yue said calmly: "Someone sent it just now, and it was said that we will get married in seven days."

Jiang Zhimeng's coughing stopped abruptly, and he fell off the table with his eyes darkened.

Jiang Huan: "..."

The author has something to say: The dream of His Majesty Jiang Di, the winner in life: to get out of the order.

Yuebao's mood at the moment__________