After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

After returning to Hades, Fu Xuan returned to the days of a "boudoir official's daughter" who did not leave the gate, but fortunately, he and Cui Yan had been together day and night in the mortal world, and Cui Yan didn't treat him as much as before. He is indifferent, and will come to Bixiao Palace to see him every now and then.

Willow head on the moon, after dusk.

Fu Ci picked a white candle of uniform thickness and striking aroma from the bamboo basket, and sat shoulder to shoulder with Fu Xuan on the stone steps of the courtyard, enjoying the 'gluttonous food' together.

"Ah Xuan, since you came back from the human world, the Lord Fu has been very diligent, and the threshold of Bixiao Palace was almost broken by the Lord. It is widely rumored in the ghost world that you have extraordinary ghost skills and a good steward, and you are so fascinated by the Lord." .”

Sure enough, no matter whether it is a human or a ghost, the temperament of gossiping and listening to gossip is engraved in his bones.

Fu Xuan bit the blunt and tasteless white candle, and laughed dryly. It would be great if things were really as Fu Ci said.

Although Cui Yan, the vengeful kind, always comes to his bedroom, but he only thunders but never rains, and every time he makes a fuss, he forces himself to practice calligraphy and study.He has become a prostitute, and he doesn't go to Jindu to rush for the exam, but Cui Yan forces him to write calligraphy every night.

It's fine to write, but why is the word 'Cui Yan' so difficult to write!If he can't write well, the man not only beats his hands and buttocks, but also refuses to have sex with him. He even said that he must practice these two characters until he can write them the same.

After Fu Xuan knew his life experience, he thought that if a man was willing to live a good life with him, no matter what the man had in mind, he would keep himself safe and abide by his husband's morality.

But he is a young man after all, and his needs are always greater than ordinary people. A man always starves himself like this, so he is forced to go outside to steal food!

For this reason, he was very distressed.

"By the way, Xiaoci, is your Fujun really a dragon?" In the mirror that day, he seemed to see a huge black snake soaring in front of his eyes in a trance, but at that time he didn't see it clearly. Passed out from exhaustion.He heard Mr. Shu say that Cui Yan was a small dragon in the teahouse earlier, and he was even more convinced that what he saw that day was not a dream.

Xiaoci almost choked on the candle slag in his mouth, and said in amazement: "Your Majesty ascended to become a real dragon a thousand years ago, why don't you even know that, Axuan? I just died not long ago, and the audience ghosts said Fu Jun's prestige in the heavens, Ah Xuan has been dead for thirty years, and he still wants to ask me for advice, it seems that he is too disinterested in Fu Jun."

Fu Xuan was dumbfounded. He was a wandering ghost in the world, and he ate hundreds of meals. He had been wandering in Jinlingtai for many years, but the stories told by those old storytellers were mostly anecdotes such as red apricot cheating, rainy night butcher, and red embroidered shoes. , He also went to Jindu to know that the original story can still be told like this.

It can't be all due to him, it has to be due to the fact that Mr. Jinlingtai has no vision and has a strong taste.

Jiao is similar to a dragon, it seems that Cui Yan turned into a dragon that day, probably to protect himself, Fu Xuan felt warm in his heart.

"Hey Xiaoci, I found out that when you first met me, you didn't dare to talk about the prince, why are you so eloquent now?"

"It's not what it used to be today, Ah Xuan is now in favor, it doesn't matter if Xiaoci tells Ah Xuan about these glorious deeds of the Fujun."

"You are too cunning, you are too cunning, and you have played the trick of judging the situation and judging the situation to the fullest." Fu Xuan picked up the bamboo basket angrily, "Hmph, that's all for your dinner today."

At night, Fu Xuan waited for Cui Yan with pinched fingers. He specially applied gardenia-flavored face powder and changed into bright clothes.He pondered and smiled slightly: When Cui Yan was holding his hand and practicing calligraphy with a pen, he inadvertently smelled the scent of gardenia on his body, and gently pulled the small tie, wouldn't it be a success?

"What are you thinking, so ecstatic?"

Cui Yan appeared behind Fu Xuan without anyone knowing it, and he shivered in shock.But he regained his strength and immediately adjusted his mood with a smile on his face.

"Cui Lang, you are here." Fu Xuan never concealed his desire, and happily picked up the penholder, "Let's practice calligraphy quickly."

Cui Yan thought to himself, Fu Xuan practiced calligraphy these days and complained as if killing him, but today he is so attentive that one has to wonder what kind of tricks he is playing.

"Don't be impatient, let's practice calligraphy in another place today." Cui Yan pulled the reluctant Fu Xuan out of Bixiao Palace.

Fu Xuan is sad and bored, change the place?Then aren't all the gadgets on his bed useless?

After twisting and turning, they entered the library in the underworld.He was even more disheartened looking at the rows of books set up on the shelves. With so many books, he was reincarnated and died again, and reincarnated and died again. He probably could finish reading them after [-] cycles.

Fortunately, Cui Yan didn't really ask him to study. The man held his hand all the way to the depths of the second floor of the library. He removed the books on the shelf and pressed the button to open the secret room.

After a "click", the secret passage was opened, a beam of dazzling candlelight shone from the bottomless secret passage, and Fu Xuan instinctively narrowed his eyes.

After they entered the secret passage, the door was gently closed again, and everything returned to normal.In the narrow, secret passage, he followed Cui Yan closely, for fear of accidentally touching any hidden weapon.

After going around a few turns, they reached the end of the secret road.

These wooden shelves are filled with all kinds of grotesque gadgets, which Fu Xuan has never seen before. He seems to have stepped into a new world.

"These"

"I won't force you to practice calligraphy today. I'll show you something unusual. It's a reward for your dedication to writing these days."

Fu Xuan looked at the things on the wall and thought it was very interesting, "Cui Lang, can I touch these things?" It must be very precious for Cui Yan to put these things in such a hidden place, although he couldn't wait I want to touch it, but I still need Cui Yan's permission.

Cui Yan nodded quietly.

Fu Xuan picked up a butterfly specimen with great interest. The body of the butterfly was blue and black, and the texture on its wings was similar to that of an ink painting. The biggest and most beautiful butterfly.

"This is the South Sea Butterfly, also known as the Hundred Magic Butterfly."

"Is the Hundred Fantasy Butterfly the legendary butterfly that can emit a beautiful blue light at night, comparable to the stars in the sky?"

"Well, although the Phantasmal Butterfly is beautiful, it has a huge body. It can stir up huge waves in the sea when it flaps its wings. When it is angry, it will lead the waves to the fishermen's villages on the sandy shore. It will devour people. At that time, I had not yet become the master of the underworld, and I was still a small dragon practicing in the heaven. This was the first trial given to me by the heaven. I thought it was very meaningful, so I made its corpse became a specimen."

Fu Xuan felt quite shocked, pointing to the whole wall and asked: "Could these be Cui Lang's special collection after the trial?"

"Hmm." Cui Yan said calmly.

"Then Cui Lang probably doesn't have a hobby of collecting erotic ghosts, does he?" Fu Xuan put the Baihuandie back in his hand in a panic, not knowing what the man meant by bringing him here.

Cui Yan said again: "What you are touching now is the fangs of the ferocious beast."

"Ah?!" Fu Xuan retracted his hands back into his sleeves in shock.

The ferocious beast, Wuwu, has a human face, a body like a tiger, and a tail that is one foot or eight feet long. It can shake mountains with a slight flick.

"They're all lifeless creatures, what are you afraid of?" Cui Yan sneered, "If you really want to know about me, why bother to look far away, as long as I have something to say, I will naturally tell you the truth."

Fu Xuan's pupils trembled, and after he was in shock, he realized that the man was being honest with him?

After knowing that Cui Yan had no intention of harming him, Fu Xuan mustered up the courage to continue admiring him. After all, this place is not easy to come by.

"What is this?" Fu Xuan saw a scroll in the shelf's partition. He carefully unfolded the scroll on the table, and what he saw was a black dragon soaring into the clouds. It’s like coming alive from a painting, “Is this painting Cui Lang?”

Cui Yan calmly took the scroll from Fu Xuan's hand, slowly gathered it and put it back on the fence, said in a deep voice, "This is what Immortal Venerable Tan Fa made for me after I ascended."

The black dragon painting on this scroll is exceptionally brilliant. Fu Xuan thinks that this Tan Fa Xianzun is probably the little fairy official that Cui Yan tied back. Snake, I don't understand much, but he has some experience in appreciating paintings.

There is no painting that makes his heart palpitate more than the painting in front of him. The painting is full of affection that is so strong that it will overflow the paper and cannot be concealed.It seems that this Immortal Tan Fa likes Cui Yan very much, and judging from Cui Yan's cherished eyes, he must also have an affair with this Immortal Tan Fa.

"Cui Lang" he hesitated to speak, feeling a little jealous for some reason.As young ladies, they can snatch guests openly, but it is a big taboo to have a special affection for a guest.He knew that he probably fell in love with Cui Yan, so he could start to get angry at a painting.

"Do you still like this immortal?" The man said, if he wanted to ask, he could ask, so he did not exceed the rules.

A man has lived for thousands of years, and it is not uncommon for him to have liked several people, so he used the word "return". Naturally, he would not be jealous of those he liked before, but if he still likes them now

He seems to have nothing to do with men.

Fu Xuan lowered his eyelids in frustration, feeling that he was a little presumptuous.

Cui Yan said: "It's been too long and I don't remember it, it was probably a heartbeat, and then it faded away, but now I miss it more."

This sentence is written out of feeling, I haven't seen the immortal for thousands of years, the little love in the past has long been exhausted, what I think is to be able to accompany the immortal to repay the kindness.

"En." After hearing this, Fu Xuan gained a lot of balance, put his bad mood aside, and put his mind on the wooden frame again.

"Is this the beak of a large bird?"

Cui Yan is now a living picture book in Fu Xuan's eyes, as long as there is anything you don't know, you can ask him.