How to cough up blood

Since that day, Yin Lingxi became more and more silent. He took his heart and soul every day, watched Fuzhi eat and eat, and sent him to Qingzhu Mountain according to the time.

Go early in the morning and return late.

Every time he came back, there would be something more on Fuzhi's body, such as ambiguous cuts on his lips, scattered bite marks on his neck, and the faint scent of cold bamboo.

Sometimes something is missing, such as a girdle around the waist, cuff buttons on the placket...

The moonlight is bewitching.

According to the usual practice, Yin Lingxi took Fuzhi from Qingzhushan, filled the bath water, and sent it to Fuzhi's bedroom.

In the midst of steaming water, Fuzhi stretched out his arms indifferently. He has been used to Yin Lingxi's service in recent days.

On his slender neck are little red plums, winding into the tightly seamed skirt.

Yin Lingxi narrowed his eyes, and with trembling hands, he unbuttoned his skirt, and put the slightly wrinkled clothes on the screen next to him. After finishing, he planned to go out.

Fuzhi called him to stop: "I'm a little tired today, please help me take off my underwear."

Yin Lingxi choked for breath, the veins on his forehead twitched suddenly, he raised his head with red eyes, his eyes fell on Fuzhi's expressionless face, his voice almost pleaded: "Don't..."

He didn't want to see it.

Don't let him see those...

But as soon as he said the word, he was stunned.Suddenly remembered that when Fuzhi begged him to cover the crystal stone wall when he was in East Heshan, his answer at that time was

No.

...So it turned out to be this bitter taste of despair?

Yin Lingxi felt cold all over, and couldn't say any more words of rejection. After a long time, he stretched out his hand again to untie Fuzhi's inner garment, and just touched the soft cloth

"Forget it, you go out," Fuzhi avoids his hand, without the slightest fluctuation in tone, calmly explaining a fact, "You are too close to me, I feel uncomfortable."

He couldn't smell the sticky smell of blood and would feel like vomiting.

However, Yin Lingxi was wrong, his face turned pale, he couldn't tell whether it was luck or embarrassment, he staggered out of Fuzhi's bedroom, and closed the door gently.

The sound of bathing came from the crack of the window and drifted into his ears, occasionally mixed with one or two low hums, as if cleaning something.

He was most familiar with this voice. For countless nights, when he took a bath with Fuzhi in his arms, Fuzhi would blush and lay in his arms, and when he let him wash, he would also let out this soft panting.

Yin Lingxi listened blankly. After a while, he covered his ears and curled up at the door.

in the bedroom.

Ah Ruan beat his master's back honestly, and the strength of Lan Tuanzi's transformed hand was just right.

Fuzhi sighed comfortably, leaning on the side of the tub, unwilling to move at all, her fair complexion turned reddish from the steam.He only had a red mark on his neck, and everything below the neck was clean.

Ah Ruan quietly looked at her master's neck, the blue dumpling silently turned into light pink, extremely shy, and whispered again and again: "Master, do you want me to suck it for you tomorrow?"

It watched its master for the past few days, teasing Yin Lingxi was like an addiction.

The master's soft knife that pierces the heart is probably about to kill the lust.

For the past few days, Fuzhi has been going to Qingzhu Mountain to see the beauty of his junior uncle, and occasionally teases her to see her blush, and the rest of his energy is spent on torturing Yin Lingxi.

The more Duanqing Dan ate, the more apathetic he became. At the same time, in order to arouse his emotions and prevent himself from going crazy in peace, he tossed people even more vigorously.

"Hmm... I won't be going to Green Bamboo Mountain tomorrow."

Fuzhi narrowed his eyes lazily, the brilliance in his pupils flowed, and his red lips curled up, "I'm tired of playing, let's change the game, since it's lust, at the end, out of the kindness of the main soul, I'll satisfy him again... "

kindness?

Ah Ruan didn't dare to say anything, and silently pinched his master's shoulders.

"Did someone deliver the Tongmeng Mirror to Yin Lingxi?"

Ah Ruan nodded: "Yes."

Fuzhi pondered for a moment, "Lock the second dream first, and when I tell you to let it go, you can let it go."

"Good host."

In the few days before changing to the ruthless way, he still had to act in a play.

Seven days before the lane change, Yin Lingxi noticed that there were some subtle changes in Fuzhi.

There are 49 pills in total, the first 42 pills are indifferent, and you can eat the last seven pills. Those who take this pill will gradually indulge in a memory that he can't let go of.

Then in the sinking, gradually forgotten.

At first, when Fuzhi no longer asked to go to Qingzhu Mountain, he still had some subtle joy in his heart.

But when he woke up the next morning, when he went to deliver breakfast, he found that Fuzhi had already woken up, standing outside, looking at his bamboo house in a daze.

Because of the erysipelas of Duanqing Pill, Fuzhi ate very little, and his body became much thinner, his side face was cold, and his eyebrows were cold, but I don't know if it was an illusion, but Yin Lingxi felt in a daze that there was more popularity in him.

He took a few steps forward, kept a distance not too close, and said in a low voice: "Jianzun, it's time for dinner."

Fuzhi glanced at him, a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes, "Why do you call me Jianzun?"

Yin Lingxi was stunned, and before he could react, Fuzhi said as it should be: "Didn't you call me Immortal Venerable?"

"... Immortal Venerable?"

Fu Zhi's eyes were slightly bent, and in response, he took the initiative to close the distance with Yin Lingxi, pointed to his bamboo house, and pondered for a moment: "This bamboo house seems wrong, it should be two floors..."

He stretched out his hands and compared, "There should be a small verandah there, also made of bamboo, and there is a stone table and four stone benches..."

The more he spoke, the clearer his tone became, with a hint of joy in his eyes, his whole body became alive.

Yin Lingxi finally remembered that this was the last seven days of the Duanqing Pill.

Fuzhi will be immersed in his most difficult memory, and will gradually forget it.

Looking at Fuzhi's brisk expression, he was rarely at a loss.He has not participated in Fuzhi's entire life, and it is not clear when his current experience is.

Immortal?

Has anyone ever called him Xianzun?

Yin Lingxi tugged on Fuzhi's sleeve, and asked softly, "Xianzun, who am I?"

In this most inseparable memory, who do you recognize me as?

... Is Gu Mianliang?

Fuzhi stopped and looked at his face carefully, a slight trance flashed in the clear and clean light-colored pupils, and he said seriously after a while: "You are you."

"..."

Yin Lingxi forced a smile, "I mean...well."

His pupils dilated slightly.

Fuzhi kissed him lightly, skillfully pried open his lips and teeth, tenderly and tossed and turned.

It took a long time before he let go, his breath was slightly disordered, and his lips were bright red.

"I've been messing around for a long time last night, don't mess with me again today."

He could understand every word of this sentence, but it took him a long time to distinguish the words together before he understood what Fuzhi was saying.

The temperature in the back mountain is very suitable for self-cultivation, and the peach blossoms are in full bloom, but Yin Lingxi feels like he is in the cold winter.

... In the past that he didn't know, did Fuzhi ever have a lover?

So close and familiar.

But obviously when he first met him, this person was as innocent as a piece of white paper, so how could he kiss someone so proficiently?

But no matter how he tries to ask Fuzhi, he will always get only one sentence.

"You are you."

During this extremely important special period, Yin Lingxi called Wen Chu over while Fuzhi was asleep.

After Wen Chu probed carefully, he pondered: "There is nothing unusual."

Yin Lingxi: "Then this memory...?"

"It's real," Wen Chu frowned slightly.

But she didn't remember when the younger brother had the memories Yin Lingxi described to her.

"According to what you said, the younger brother should have fallen into that memory, but he himself can't remember clearly, so he mistook you."

Yin Lingxi was silent for a moment, "I see."

Wen Chu got up and said in a low voice: "At the beginning, I promised to only let you stay by my junior brother's side, it was only because of your heart and soul. Now that he has admitted the wrong person, he will make the mistake and make the mistake. Don't show any lies."

"There are less than seven days left, you stay by his side carefully, and don't forget the heavenly oath you made back then."

Yin Lingxi, the chief culprit who made Fuzhi what he is today, was able to stay by Fuzhi's side alone for such a long time, of course not only because of his heartache, but also because of the vow he swore with his own life.

Fuzhi will never be harmed.

Yin Lingxi: "I remember."

After Wen Chu walked away for a long time, he slowly walked to Fuzhi's bed, knelt down, carefully held Fuzhi's hand, pressed it against his face, and murmured: "Who do you recognize me as... ..."

Day two.

When Fuzhi woke up, Yin Lingxi was not by his side.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, put on his clothes, opened the door and went out, the outside seemed to have changed

The bamboo house turned into two floors overnight, and a small zigzag veranda leads to the gazebo. The peach trees grow tall, and the crimson clouds are like a fantasy dreamland. Countless peach petals fall around, and the faint fragrance spreads in the air. in the air.

A man with a handsome face and a gilded black robe came over with a jar of wine with a smile on his face, his eyebrows and eyes curved: "Immortal Venerable."

Fu Zhi paused, then a smile flashed in his eyes, and he waved to him, "Come."

so familiar...

Yin Lingxi felt a pain in his head, and some images flashed by, he shook his head, and tried to catch the familiar feeling just now, but he couldn't find it anymore.

"...Okay," he walked over quickly, Fu Zhi naturally took the wine in his hand, unscrewed it and took a sip.

With just this sip, his expression suddenly changed.

The wine jar fell from his hand to the ground without warning, making a loud noise.

In Yin Lingxi's daze, Fuzhi's voice was slightly cold, and his red lips were pursed: "Didn't I tell you not to let you go out?"

He pointed to the broken wine jar on the ground: "This is not the taste of the peach blossom wine you brewed. When did you go out to buy it?"

Yin Lingxi's heart tightened, and he explained: "Xianzun... the wine I brewed before is not fully brewed, so I thought about buying it from outside first..."

"Then you haven't thought about it, what if those people catch you?!"

Yin Lingxi: "...Who are they?"

"Yes"

Fu Zhi suddenly stopped, and then, his face gradually turned pale, he covered his head in pain, and the strength in his body was gradually relieved, "Yes..."

"Yes……"

Yin Lingxi quickly caught him, and whispered in his ear, suppressing his panic, "It's okay...it's okay...don't think about it if you don't remember it...be obedient..."

Fuzhi's body was trembling slightly, and sticky cold sweat was pouring out layer by layer. He tried his best to recall what he had forgotten, but when he looked back, there was only a black figure, slowly fading away in the depths of his memory.

"I won't go out, and I won't go out again..."

Yin Lingxi couldn't help comforting him in distress.

After a long time, Fuzhi gradually got better, and his whole body looked extremely weak. He leaned against Yin Lingxi's arms to calm down and pant, his pale fingertips tightly grasped the hem of his clothes, like a drowning man grasping the last piece of floating water. Wood.

He slowly moved his gaze to Yin Lingxi's face, stretched out his hand to caress it, outlined it carefully, and said blankly: "I seem to have forgotten a lot of things...even, I don't remember your name."

This is the role of the love break pill.

Already starting to forget about it.

It shows that Fuzhi really fell in love with someone before meeting him.

Yin Lingxi felt a dull pain in his heart.

At this time, he heard Fuzhi ask him softly: "Tell me again, what's your name?"

Fuzhi looked at him seriously, with apology and tender love in his eyes: "I will never forget it again."

In the fragments of the broken wine jar, there is still some sake, and the peach snow all over the sky is reflected in this small pool of wine. With a slight tremor, an intoxicating dream begins to bloom.

"Yin Lingxi..." He hugged Fuzhi even tighter, and said in a low voice, "My name is Yin Lingxi."

Call him despicable or call him selfish.

But the person Fuzhi loves so much is not by his side at such an important moment.

He was like a thief who stole this love that did not belong to him in the last few days of Fuzhi's final love.

After hearing his answer, Fuzhi smiled: "I remember."

He said softly, "Your name is Xiaoxi."

That night.

Fuzhi took a bath behind the screen.

Yin Lingxi sat at the table, took out the Tongmeng mirror that Osprey had sent yesterday, looked at it, and stroked the cracked mirror surface with his fingertips.

Even if it was repaired, he could only see what happened in the first dream, and the second dream was still blurry, completely blocked by a fog.

The second dream...what the hell is it.

He could never forget the panic and panic he felt after waking up from his second dream that day.

"looking at what?"

Yin Lingxi came back to his senses and put away the Tongmeng mirror in his hand: "It's nothing."

He tilted his head slightly, but his lips swept across Fuzhi's side face unexpectedly.

"..."

Yin Lingxi's throat tightened.

Only then did he realize that the two of them were extremely close.

Under the warm-colored candles, Fuzhi's skin was dyed a layer of warm color, her black hair was scattered lazily on her back, and her cold pupils looked extremely sparkling under the light.

He had just finished taking a bath, and his body was still wet with steam. The warm water melted the cold fragrance on his body into a bewitching smell.

He has no spiritual power, and his hair is still dripping water, half soaking the thin underwear, which is tightly attached to the skin, showing a faint line of flexibility.

There was rare curiosity in the clear eyes, "I just saw something in your hand."

"It's nothing, Immortal Venerable, it's getting late, go to bed." Yin Lingxi stood up, and distanced himself from Fuzhi indiscriminately.

His gaze fell elsewhere, not daring to look at Fuzhi.

Fuzhi responded, but naturally pulled Yin Lingxi back, and lay on the inner side of the bed.

He looked at the man who seemed to be a little stiff, and slightly bent his eyes.

"Come up."

The author has something to say:

Fuzhi said: I'm really not a scumbag, I'm just fraternity.

He also said: I never seduce anyone.