Hanyu carving fairy

With a snap, Di Jue connected his disconnected right hand, and took out a clean cloth to wipe his right hand in disgust.

"It's disgusting."

He muttered to himself, never thinking that Yuan Shikai would have such nasty thoughts about him.

He wiped his right hand carefully, and threw the cloth into a ball of waste bin by the side of the road.

Di Jue refused the driver's request to take him back, and walked alone on the black stone road of Hei Junjun.

Although he is not a creature like a "human", he also knows the eternal truth of the laws of heaven and earth, and the intercourse of yin and yang.

When Di Jue took advantage of the starry night and creaked open the broken door of the small thatched cottage, he was stunned.

A man was lying on that dirty, broken bed, tossing and turning.

The sound of him pushing the door startled the man.The man sat up in shock, and when he turned his head, he saw Di Jue's jade-colored silhouette blocking the door.

Dots of moonlight poured into the hut from behind Di Jue.Looking at the tall and thin figure like an exiled fairy, Shen Qianqing only felt his nose sore, and tears flowed down uncontrollably.

"Diaoxian..." He got off the bed, rushed over and hugged Di Jue's thin waist.His face was completely buried in his neck, and the hot and humid liquid wet Di Jue's neck.Di Jue lowered his head slightly, only seeing the small hair twirling on the top of Shen Qianqing's head.

Di Jue looked at him silently for a while, then said calmly: "Ah Jiu, how old are you, and you still cry."

"...What did you call me?" Shen Qianqing suddenly raised his head, his fiery eyes stared straight at Di Jue's dark pupils under the moonlight.

"Who is the crying child if it's not Shen Ajiu." Di Jue took out another clean cloth and wiped his neck carefully.

Shen Qianqing stared intently at Di Jue's gentle movements, and suddenly smiled: "Diaoxian...you never know how much Ah Jiu likes you."

"En." Di Jue nodded slightly, took out another piece of cloth and handed it to Shen Qianqing, turned around and lit the oil lamp.

Under the dim light and shadow, Shen Qianqing squinted his eyes and looked at Di Jue's perfect profile that could not be described in words, and gently embraced him from behind.

"Diaoxian...don't do this, Shen Ajiu doesn't have Yudiaoxian, it's better to let him die."

Di Jue blinked and said "hmm".

Shen Qianqing hugged him even tighter, his cheeks were pressed tightly against Di Jue's back, and his voice was muffled: "You have been away for many days, why didn't you tell me? If I hadn't guessed that the one who helped me carve my wish The weirdo is you, will I never see you again?"

"...You showed that expression, I thought it was because you didn't want to see me anymore."

"How is it possible!" Shen Qianqing almost jumped up.He wiped away his tears indiscriminately: "That is absolutely impossible! Impossible!"

Di Jue didn't want to get entangled in this kind of matter with him.He nodded, not knowing what to do for a while.

After finally calming down, Shen Qianqing looked at Di Jue's expressionless face with pleading eyes: "Don't go to Yuan Shikai's place again, okay? He...is not a good guy."

Di Jue pushed Shen Qianqing's hand away expressionlessly, and lowered his eyelids:

"That won't do."

"Why??" Shen Qianqing bypassed Di Jue and came to him with a sad look on his face.

"Why? Carved Immortal?"

Di Jue looked at Shen Qianqing's disappointed eyes—just like Shen Ajiu's desperate expression before his death.He paused for a moment before explaining: "Because I am the emperor's jade, I need the imperial spirit. If Yuan Shikai proclaims himself emperor, I can obtain the last bit of imperial energy. At that time——I can move freely."

"But..." Shen Qianqing showed that crying-smiling expression again.

"But... I belong to Xingzhong Society..."

Di Jue looked at Shen Qianqing's face without saying a word, just watched silently.

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