On the fate of admitting the wrong gender

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became more stagnant.

Mu Qiwu raised the corners of his lips and smiled expressionlessly.

Fang Yuan looked at her, stretched out his hand, and grabbed "her" hand.His eyes are clear and gentle, and his words are also soft: "I will avoid him from now on,? I won't talk to him,? I won't see him..."

"I--"

Before he could speak, Fang Yuan paused because Mu Qiwu hugged him.

She seemed to sigh: "Brother, I don't mind."

This sentence made Fang Yuan feel relieved suddenly, and he hugged her back tightly with both arms.

He felt that his junior sister had been hit, so he made sweet promises—a lot,? For example, he will cook in the future, give her gifts every Tanabata, decorate the house together, treat her as a treasure, and never betray She waited and waited.

But what Fang Yuan is most afraid of is the entanglement between Mu Qiwu and Xiao Qing.

This entanglement does not mean that Mu Qiwu will be with Xiao Qing again,? It's that he is worried about her - he can't think about it at the moment, and hits people with the piano.

After all, she dared to face Xie Qingshu when she returned to the Tianxue.

So Fang Yuan hesitated again and again, or restarted the topic: "Little Junior Sister,? I just hope that the three of us are safe,? If we meet Xiao Qing again next time, let's stay far away."

"Oh?" Mu Qiwu lifted the young man's broken hair slightly, and spoke softly, "Doesn't senior brother hate him when he treats you like this?"

Fang Yuan thought to himself, people here are all respected by their strength, they despise feelings, this is the way of the world, if he hates everyone in the past, when will he finish hating.

Instead of spending energy on this, it is better to practice hard so that you will have the right to speak in the future.

So he leaned into Mu Qiwu's ear, and whispered: "For the time being, you can't act rashly...Little Junior Sister, I have a guess, I suspect that Xiao Qing is the former prince of the Yan Dynasty."

"Mu Qiwu" looked unchanged, only said: "Really?"

"Well," Fang Yuanchao said in a low voice, "but I didn't tell him, I was afraid he would kill me. Xiao Qing is a cold-hearted person, unlike me, he is very bad."

Even if there may be some liking for him, but - when it comes to interests, this liking is very meager.

It would be dangerous if Xiao Qing knew that he already knew and made him feel that he might betray him to the Beisan family.

Mu Qiwu's eyes were deep: "So he is so bad."

Fang Yuan continued to whisper to her: "Since he has awakened the divine blood, and the people of Yan Dynasty are descendants of Phoenix, so I think he may be the little Phoenix I picked up before..."

Speaking of this, Mo Xiaofan who was playing with pushing the ball suddenly turned around and bit his sleeve.

Fang Yuan looked affectionately: "Xiaofan, play by yourself first, and catch tails with you later."

Mu Qiwu glanced at him indifferently.

The pup's ears were pointed - trembling, and walked away.

At the end of Fang Yuan's speech, he pursed his lips: "I didn't know that Little Phoenix was Xiao Qing before. It fell, and I dug a hole outside for a long time, trying to rescue him."

"I knew it was like this..."

If he had known this was the case, he might not have been able to see death.

Because at that time, Xiao Qing had just blessed him in the wilderness.

Fang Yuan could only let out a long sigh.

Mu Qiwu suddenly laughed.At first it was just a muffled laugh, and then there was a shock in her chest, and a smile filled her eyes, as if the stars were melting into it, infinitely gentle.

Fang Yuan couldn't understand why she smiled so happily, but seeing her smile, he couldn't help but bend his eyes.

"She" couldn't help it, and covered the young man's lips again, Fang Yuan's ears were slightly red, and kissed her.

Their kissing has become more and more natural, and they are all familiar with each other's breath.

Mu Qiwu pinched the back of his neck lightly, and sighed softly: "Brother, accompany me to a place tomorrow, I want... to tell you something."

Fang Yuan thought about tomorrow, as if it wasn't a special holiday, so he wondered, "Can't it be now?"

"Now is not the time," Mu Qiwu's eyes flickered, "Brother, you can go with me."

Fang Yuan naturally agreed: "Okay, Junior Sister, I will go wherever you go."

The starry sky is like washing, and the fish is fresh and sweet.

This - night, can be said to be the happiest day since Fang Yuan came to this world.

He has made some achievements in his childhood, and the cultivation base of becoming a saint finally made him feel a little calm, and his secret love seems to be about to be cultivated into a real fruit, and marriage is just around the corner.

——Although it will take 98 years at the earliest.

And finally on the right track, the protagonist who will jump over the dragon's gate in the future still trusts him so much.

The fate of the original main cannon fodder should have nothing to do with him.

……

……

Fang Yuan returned to the room in the middle of the night, wrapped in a quilt and fell asleep, and only woke up at noon the next day.

Mo Xiaofan lay beside him, snoring a little, Fang Yuan went out lightly, but found that Mu Qiwu was not in the room.

Could it be because he got up late and the junior sister had already left first?

Fang Yuan tried his best to think back, and confirmed that he didn't hear the knock on the door, it must be that the junior sister was out on business.

He didn't want to wander around in case Mu Qiwu came back and couldn't find anyone, so he sat outside the bamboo building, reading the jade slips while waiting for someone.

In the afternoon, Mo Xiaofan also woke up, so Fang Yuan put down the jade slips and concentrated on petting the dog.

After waiting for more than half an hour, Mu Qiwu finally came back.

Fang Yuan grinned: "Junior Junior Sister, you are finally back, didn't you want me to accompany you to a place? Let's go now?"

Mu Qiwu: "Yes."

She looked at Mo Xiaofan again, and said, "Xiaofan stay here."

Mo Xiaofan stared at her, and suddenly groaned.

Mu Qiwu turned around: "Brother, let's go."

"Okay!" Fang Yuan kissed Mo Xiaofan, and put him on the recliner, "Read more books today, when I come back I will check."

Then he happily followed behind Mu Qiwu.

The two of them left the bamboo building and walked towards the back mountain. After many twists and turns, they came to a cave covered by vines.

Fang Yuan was a little puzzled: "Little Junior Sister, is there anything in here?"

The cliff looks big, and the corridor is also very deep, but there is no spiritual energy fluctuation coming from inside, and the spiritual sense scans down to see the bottom, it is just an ordinary grotto.

Mu Qiwu lifted the vines: "Brother, come in."

She lit a red candle, her profile was like jade, her expression was low and inexplicably deep.

Fang Yuan stopped asking.

The ground is full of rubble, at the beginning I didn't feel anything, but it became more and more messy behind, and there were even huge boulders lying across the corridor, leaving only a line of passage.

The grotto was crooked and unstable, and it became more and more difficult.

After a stick of incense, they finally reached the end.

In front of him was a stone wall, seemingly ordinary, but at a certain moment, Fang Yuan suddenly felt heart palpitations, and couldn't help touching it with his hands.

Mu Qiwu formed a seal with one hand, and typed out a golden ancient character on the wall in a leisurely manner.

A sudden turn of events——

The surrounding environment surged like water waves in an instant, showing the true appearance of the grotto layer by layer. The corridor is still the same corridor, but a brand new fork road appeared on the side, leading to darkness.

Mu Qiwu: "This is the mustard space, and I fixed it here."

Fang Yuan is already a little demented... Mustard space, isn't that a place of inheritance only for big families?

Does little junior sister have any remarkable life experience?For example, the fugitive princess, the female version of Xiao Yan, and so on.

Fang Yuan's mind was in a mess, followed her through the entrance, and after just turning a corner, he saw a whole new world.

It was dusk.

The sky is low, shrouded in the sea of ​​small flowers, casting a blood-like orange.The clouds condensed into groups, and flew towards the distance at high speed, like a feast in a hurry.

The sea of ​​flowers is continuous, full of small phoenix flowers stacked one on top of the other, warm and moving, exuding a rich fragrance of flowers.

Fang Yuan's eyes were on the old Ziying tree at the end of the stone road.

The branches of old trees are bare, with no green leaves, only snow-like violets.It stretches towards the sky, even if it is not big, it seems to be able to touch the sky, which is extremely beautiful.

More importantly, it is covered with wishing red silk, densely packed, new and old. I don't know how many people and generations have completed such a spectacle.

They went to the tree, where there was an altar, with no plaque or seat, only a palm-sized wooden statue.

The portrait is female, with a gentle expression, wearing a lavender dress, with arms folded.

Fang Yuan couldn't help but look at it twice, and his heart moved... This statue looks a bit like Mrs. Xiang.

"This is my mother." Mu Qiwu lowered his eyes, and took out some incense sticks, "Brother, let's burn the incense sticks."

Since it is Mu Qiwu's mother, it is also his mother.

Fang Yuan took the incense, and instead of kneeling down, he and Mu Qiwu bowed to the portrait three times in the manner of a monk.

He was very sincere: "Your junior, Fang Yuan, has met Madam."

After offering incense, Mu Qiwu took out two more red silks and spread them out on the altar, "Brother, write your name on it and hang it on the branch of the sacred tree, and it will be regarded as a gift."

Fang Yuan was stunned: "What gift."

Mu Qiwu's eyes were deep: "The gift of love."

Fang Yuan's heart was so soft that he was in a mess, and nodded: "Okay."

To be in love is not considered a couple, it is outside the scope of his oath, it is considered a small loophole of the law of heaven.

Who wouldn't want to have a small ceremony with someone he likes, no matter how simple it is, the two of them seem to be bound together.

Rounding it up, you are a person with a family.

Fang Yuan seriously wrote his name on his own red silk, because there was an incense burner between them, so he could only see Mu Qiwu's wrist when he was writing.

own strength.

The words written in this way should be very chic and wanton.

"Junior sister, I'm fine."

The two went under the tree to pick out the branches, and soon found a new branch, which was placed under the tree and could be tied with a little tiptoe.

Their wishing red silk must be tied together to be a sweet pair.

The corners of Fang Yuan's lips could not be suppressed, and his gaze was looking at Mu Qiwu beside him.

Mu Qiwu was also watching him.

It was fastened soon, Fang Yuan silently raised his head to admire, but found that something was wrong.

On Mu Qiwu's red silk, there seems to be two characters written on it.

But the wind messed up the ribbon, making him—for a while unable to see clearly, at this moment—hands held his shoulders, and his lips suddenly became warm——

"Fang Yuan."

……

……

The Ziying Sacred Tree has always been the place where the emperors and empresses of the Yan Dynasty made their love vows. Compared with the gorgeous and complicated wedding ceremony, this place is more like a place of union.

"Well……"

Fang Yuan was pressed against the tree to kiss, he was a little shy at first, and felt that Mu Qiwu's extraordinary initiative, but soon, he couldn't take it anymore.

Her kiss was so fierce and deep that it suffocated him a little.

"Master——hmm!"

Fang Yuan's long hair was pulled away, and "Mu Qiwu" put his palms around his ears, forcing him to raise his head, and his eyelids were pink.

I can't stand my legs either.

But soon, Fang Yuan was hugged horizontally and sat on the lap of the half-kneeling "Mu Qiwu".His head was still resting on the tree trunk, his whole body was covered by the other party, and the faint sandalwood fragrance spread out, as if he was also involved in this most intimate entanglement.

But he couldn't take it anymore.

He climbed onto "her" shoulders, trying to push her away, but—with his hands, he felt that "her" shoulders were hard and broad, not at all round and soft like a woman's.

……

Fang Yuan opened his eyes in a daze, and sobbed lightly.

It just so happened that the kiss slowed down a bit, and finally pulled out from between his lips and teeth, Fang Yuan was facing a pair of dark and deep eyes.

Not like, not like Mu Qiwu's expression.

like his.

It was like the look he saw when he was lingering on the bed with that person in the ghost world.

Ferocity, coercion, and emotions he can't understand.

……

The following—everything was too cruel for Fang Yuan, he finally cried out, said "no", but was kissed deeply again,—everything was confused in the chaotic entanglement.

The setting sun casts clouds, and the originally slender shadow expands and elevates little by little until it becomes a complete man's body.

Completely cover the boy.

What he touched was no longer the flexible body of his junior sister in his imagination, but muscles full of strength.

Hold him tightly.

Tears ran down my cheeks and couldn't stop.

A low hoarse voice sounded: "...don't cry."

The thin lips moved to Fang Yuan's eyelids, and pitifully squeezed away the two nests of clear warm springs, and wiped away his tears: "I didn't mean to deceive you, the Yan Dynasty fell apart four years ago, and the upper three families all wanted my life. I had to pretend to be a woman to cover my eyes and ears."

Fang Yuan stared at him blankly, trembling for breath.

He felt as if he had a dream, a good dream called a very happy future.

Cannon fodder is cannon fodder, everything is fake.

His heart seemed to be torn in two, tearing him apart, bleeding from the pain, the blood dripped to the deepest part of his bone marrow, knocking him speechless.

"roll……"

He finally couldn't take it anymore, let go of all the coercion, rushed out from Xiao Qing's arms, and stumbled back.

Still staring at him in horror and heartbreak.

He shook his head for a while, his eyes filled with tears.

But at such a time, Fang Yuan saw the portrait on the altar.

That was Mu Qiwu's mother.

So no matter how cruel he said, he couldn't bear to say it, but he also didn't want to see him take off the last layer of mask in front of him.

He finally turned around—jumped up, summoned the bergamot vine, tore open the exit, and left the underground palace.

The author has something to say: Fang Fang's heartbreak value: 100%

Fang Fang's anger value: off the charts ╮(╯▽╰)╭

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