I have a deep love for Zhenjun

51.

"It's me who relied on my talents to promote myself and insisted on coming here regardless of my father's dissuasion. I made a mistake in a single thought...but it took me a long time to suffer for me."

His voice was deep and slow, and every word fell, as if he had exhausted all his life's strength.

"The current situation is caused by me alone, and it should be borne by me alone."

Before that, Fu Qing never talked about the past with me, so I never knew the ins and outs of Xiong Xin's disease.

I thought she was unlucky in the past, she had committed the Tai Sui, and suffered bad luck, but now it seems... But there is something else hidden.

I watched Fu Qing silently for a while, his figure was originally clear and thin, but now he seemed to be crumbling out of thin air, as if he looked extremely fragile.

In my memory, he has always been a cold, noble, unattainable frosty beauty.Behavior is neither slow nor hasty, neither arrogant nor rash, as if he will not be bothered by anything, and will not stop for anyone.

Although I had some stubborn thoughts in my heart, I always wanted to tease him to show some lively postures, whether it was joy or anger, sorrow or joy, it was better than being a lifeless ice sculpture with a straight face all day long.

But I really couldn't bear to see him sad.

Probably because he was too gentle with me today, which made me a little carried away.I thought about it again and again, boldly tugged on his sleeve lightly, seeing that he didn't resist, I got into his snow-white sleeve again and held his hand.

The surroundings were clearly scorching hot, but his hand was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice, and it felt just like him, always keeping others three feet away.

I don't know how many admirers in the fairy court have been scared away over the years.

52.

Sigh, speaking of admirers, the one I am most impressed with... is Zhenjun Woyun.

In terms of how much I like Fu Qing, Wo Yun was probably on par with me back then.

He once said in front of the immortals that there are more than 900 portraits of Fu Qing in his house, all of which were made by him with his own painstaking efforts.When the painting is full of a thousand sheets, he will bring the painting scroll to the door to propose marriage.

It is really courageous.

Later, one day, the master of Xinghuatian brewed "Phoenix Cry", and invited all the immortal friends in the fairy court to have fun together, including Fuqing and Woyun.

The phoenix weeping is mysteriously written in the book. It says that even a person who has become a god can drink a bottle of phoenix weeping, and he will be so drunk that he will not know what to do, and he can dream about what you think in your heart.

I was curious and amazed by this, so I pestered Fu Qing for a long time, and finally he reluctantly agreed to take me out to see the world.

Phoenix Cry is very precious, I am just a little fairy with low status, I definitely don't have the chance to taste it, so I can only watch helplessly by Fu Qing's side, watching him and the other immortals drink the nectar from the cup in one gulp.

Fu Qing drank half a cup, but he didn't fall down immediately like other immortals. He supported his head with his hands and stared at me with fluttering phoenix eyes.

I found it very novel, so I leaned over and called him: "Master Zhenjun? Are you still awake?"

Fu Qing remained silent, but his face turned a little red, and his demeanor was a bit charming.

I was dumbfounded for a while, and reached out to his forehead, trying to see if he had drunk his brain out, but I heard Fu Qing softly scolded: "You are presumptuous! Don't touch me!"

Having said that, his face kept sticking to my hand, like a gesture of refusal and welcome.I imagined that after he woke up, he probably couldn't remember what happened today, instead of taking his hand away, he moved it down and pinched his face.

The corners of Fu Qing's lips twitched and twitched, and his voice was intermittent: "You are not allowed to treat me like this."

I almost wanted to laugh out loud: "Don't allow me to treat you like this, then who do you want?"

Fu Qing lowered his eyes and thought seriously.

I was so close to him that I could even see his eyelashes clearly. The bridge of his nose was high, his lips were moist and moist, and his clothes were stained with water. A snow-white apricot flower almost wants to blend with that white dress.

The apricot blossoms are delicate and profuse, clearly occupying all the spring scenery in the fairy garden.

Why is Fuqing prettier than flowers?

I was stunned, my mouth was dry for a while, and I was full of thoughts.

I don't know what is the touching feeling of this rare phoenix cry in the world?If I take a sip secretly, no one will know, right?

Before I could take action, Fu Qing raised his eyes, opened and closed his lips, and silently said a word at me.

I couldn't read the lips, and I wanted to ask again, but I felt that the collar behind me was lifted up, and in the blink of an eye, I was thrown back by the strange force.

I landed solidly five feet away, and rolled twice when I landed. When I raised my head in disgrace, I saw a gentleman in a yellow shirt standing not far away, carrying several stacks of picture scrolls, and wearing a tie around his waist. Holding a brush, he was glaring at me.

He was so angry that his words were a little awkward: "You, you, you—how can you take advantage of others!"

Wo Yun has always been at odds with me, and every time he catches the opportunity, he wants to educate me.I was really helpless, and sighed again and again: "I should be asking you this, Master Woyun."

Wo Yun said righteously and sternly: "If I hadn't acted just now, Qingying's innocence that has been guarded for many years will be destroyed in your hands."

This is said as if I am really a villain with evil intentions.That's all, my lord has a lot, so I don't care about it.So what if you care about it?I can't beat him again.

"That's right, that's right, Zhenjun Woyun sees injustice, he is really a hero." I got up resentfully, and moved towards him.

He changed a table out of thin air, took out the blank scroll behind him and laid it out, I was confused, I stood beside him and asked him: "What are you going to do?"

"Painting."

"What painting?"

I followed Wo Yun's eyes and saw Fu Qing who was falling asleep with his head propped up, and I had a solid idea: "Master Xinghua invited you to drink with Phoenix Weeping, but you came here to paint. Violence, violence!"

"If I hadn't heard that Qingying was coming this time, I wouldn't have stepped into Xinghuatian."

While he was talking, the pen in his hand was also non-stop, and he had already sketched a hazy prototype on the rice paper.I saw that he was serious and focused, so I also shut up and watched him paint silently.

His painting skills are superb, but with just a few strokes, he has captured most of Fu Qing's charm.I praised him again and again, but he felt dissatisfied, and the waste paper piled up one after another.

By the end, I nearly fell asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, I heard him say loudly: "It's done!"

I also felt that my shoulders were being pushed and pushed vigorously. I resisted my drowsiness and said perfunctorily: "Congratulations."

Wo Yun was dissatisfied with my perfunctory, and separated my eyelids with two fingers: "There are only a handful of people in the fairy garden who are lucky enough to see my paintings, you should feel blessed."

I focused my eyes for a while before I could see the painting clearly.

Wo Yun really deserves the title of "the pen falling startles the wind and rain". Although the strokes are not too many, it has already described Fu Qing's demeanor vividly on the paper.

I was sleepy for a while, playing with the painting, and said embarrassedly: "Can you transfer this painting to me? I... can exchange it with you for other things."

Wo Yun didn't even think about it, so he said: "No way." He rolled up the painting and put it away, and looked at me, "With this one, there will be a thousand."

"...Are you going to come to propose marriage tomorrow?" I remembered what he said in public six years ago, and couldn't bear to see him make a fool of himself, so I kindly advised him: "There is no need to be so anxious."

Unexpectedly, Wo Yun asked me back: "I've been thinking about him all these years, how can I not be in a hurry?"

I was a little embarrassed, I didn't know whether I should tell him that Fu Qing already had a sweetheart and would not talk to him.But seeing his confident appearance, he probably won't believe me.

Sure enough, his next sentence was: "I believe that with sincerity, gold and stone can be opened."

I thought to myself, you are wrong.Fu Qing's heart is a hundred times and a thousand times harder than this gold and stone.However, I didn't show any expression, and smiled slightly, "Then I would like to congratulate Zhenjun Woyun in advance that your wishes come true and everything goes well."

Wo Yun was surprised: "You are open-minded."

Not really.

I congratulate him only because he, like me, is a poor man who gets what he wants.The reason why poor people are called poor people is naturally because they will never have the day when they want to get what they want.

After Wo Yun left, I went back to Langfeng Palace alone with Fu Qing on my back.I don't want him to look thin, but his weight is not so light, he almost exhausted me.

After finally arriving at the bedroom, I didn't use anyone else's hands, I put him back on the bed myself, and took off his coat and coronet one by one.

His long black hair hangs loose like satin like a waterfall, and he lies on the bed with his eyes closed, suppressing the chill all over his body, looking like a beautiful woman.

I don't know, but his loose hair...is actually a bit gentler than his long hair and high bunches.

Tucking the quilt up for him, I wanted to take a step ahead, but seeing his rare and gentle sleeping face, I sat back in a strange way.

Stretching out his hand, he grabbed a strand of his hair and put it in the palm of his hand, and said to himself: "You obviously don't treat me well...how can I like you so much?"

Of course he won't answer me.

I asked myself and answered: "Maybe it's because you are so good-looking." After the words came out, I felt extremely funny and couldn't help laughing out loud.

After laughing, I felt really empty inside, but I don't know why.

In the end, I sat beside him for a whole night, until it was getting dawn, and then I got up and left.