I have a deep love for Zhenjun

1.

I lay down on the table, flipping through an idle book to pass the time.

The title of this book is "A Duanyun in Wushan", which is a script I found from the mortal world, and it is said to record a love story between the head of the Xuandan clan and his attendant Zhuluo.I know this is folk unofficial history, and I can't take it seriously, but I still got into the drama and watched it attentively.

Just when I saw the servant being provoked by the traitor, and the gap between him and the patriarch was growing, I saw a golden light enter from the window, and then it turned into a piece of letter paper as white as frost and snow, and landed smoothly on the page in front of me .

I leaned over, and there were two words written on the top: come quickly.The strokes of the pen are strong, and the force penetrates the back of the paper. At first glance, it is Fu Qing's handwriting.

I have a bottom line in my heart.

On weekdays, he doesn't even bother to look at me a few times, and he doesn't want me to run to Langfeng Palace without anything else.At this time, it was told to me that his unsatisfactory cousin must have suffered from the old problem of angina pectoris again, and now she is waiting for my blood to save her life.

Thinking about it carefully, he will only think of me at this time.

I sighed.

2.

When he arrived at Langfeng Palace, Fu Qing had stood in front of the door for an unknown how long.

He wore a black cloak, his long hair was tied up meticulously, his eyebrows were tightly frowned, and his face was stern, as if he was immersed in a deep pool thousands of feet away, and the chill was overwhelming.

Seeing me, he frowned even tighter: "Why did it come so slowly?"

I knew he wouldn't give me a good look, so I quickly put on an aggrieved look: "Lord Zhenjun, I'm so wronged! When I saw the letter, I rushed here without stopping."

actually not.

After I got the letter, I unhurriedly flipped through a few more pages of the book and read it to my heart's content, which wasted time.It's just that I naturally can't say this, otherwise he will stare at me, and I will inevitably be punished by that Lao Shizi.

After listening to this earnest speech, Fu Qing's face remained calm, neither believing nor disbelief.But according to my many years of experience, he probably doesn't believe it.

He thinks I'm a mean person in his heart, so no matter what I say or do, he always thinks that I have ulterior motives and ulterior motives.

If it was the past, he might have to preach to me again.

It's just that his face is extremely pale today, and he looks extremely tired, so he doesn't want to waste time with me. He took out a small knife as clear as ice from his sleeve, raised his chin, and signaled that I can do bloodletting.

I looked down and saw that his finger holding the knife was well-knitted, slender and slender, as if covered with a layer of white luster like jade.My mind moved, and in the posture of receiving the knife, the palm of my hand overlapped the back of his hand, and I rubbed it twice consciously or unconsciously.

Fu Qing's hands froze, and his tone was sullen: "Please respect yourself."

I put it away as soon as I saw it, took the knife in his hand, and pretended to cough: "I accidentally touched it just now."

Fu Qing looked at me and said nothing.The eyes were like sharp knives out of their sheaths, as if they wanted to chop me up and put me to death.

But he wants something from me, so he can't.I secretly wiped away the bitter tears for him in my heart.

He stared back at me, but I pretended I didn't see it, and approached him sullenly and asked him, "Didn't the blood be drained once a month ago? It hasn't been three months yet. Could it be that...the situation has deteriorated?"

Fu Qing's tone was cold: "It has nothing to do with you."

I disagreed with his words very much, shook my head, and talked nonsense with him solemnly: "How could it have nothing to do with me? This obviously has a lot to do with me."

"..."

"It is said that not seeing each other every day is like every three autumns. In the past, Master Zhenjun and I could only meet once every three months. It was very tormenting. Now I can see each other once a month, and I am very happy in my heart."

"..."

"It would be best if we could see each other once a day."

Fu Qing couldn't get used to Meng Lang's words, and because of his "sensibilities", he couldn't get angry easily, so after he endured it, his complexion became very ugly.He was quiet for a while, and then he sneered at me: "You are not afraid of losing blood to death."

I smiled slightly, and winked at him: "Of course I'm not afraid. Your Majesty the True Monarch is not stained with mundane things, I'm afraid I don't know, but it's often said in the scriptures that if you die under a peony flower, you can be a ghost."

Speaking of this, I paused, pinched my chin, and sighed regretfully, "It's just that I want to be that romantic ghost, I'm afraid—in the end, Master Zhenjun is reluctant to let me die."

Hearing this, Fu Qing's breath suddenly turned down, and suddenly became a little colder.His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to say something ugly, but he didn't know where to start. After thinking for a long time, he gritted his teeth and squeezed out four words dryly:

"Shameless."