After marrying Long Jun, he said that I climbed high

The words "I am the king of the underworld" were like a powerful spell that made Fu Xuan sleepless all night, and seemed to have a nightmare in a trance, as for the content of the dream, he really couldn't recall it.

"Mother Hua, I beg you to spare Ah Xuan, Ah Xuan, please don't come here—"

He woke up with a scream.

"Your Majesty, you're finally awake." A handsome servant lying on the edge of the bed smiled with his almond eyes open.

Fu Xuan's cold sweat soaked the white shirt, and the thin cloth was against the skin, and even the pink and white texture could be vaguely seen inside.

The boy was so ashamed that he quickly shifted his gaze elsewhere.

"Who are you?" Just after waking up, there was a ghost of unknown origin lying on his bedside, anyone would be startled.

The little servant blushed and said: "The young one is a hungry ghost who just came to the Yin Division to report last month. He is fifteen years old. Fortunately, the Lord of the Palace appreciated him and left me to do some chores in the Underworld. From now on, the young one will take care of you." Your Majesty is going about her daily life."

Fu Xuan looked this hungry ghost up and down, no wonder he looked so pale and thin, he was only fifteen, one year younger than himself, it was a pity that he starved to death at such a young age.

"what is your name?"

The servant had a timid look on his face, "Mrs. Hui, the younger one is an orphan with no surname. Everyone calls me Xiao Ci."

In fact, Fu Xuan's situation is not much better than his. It's just that he was able to live comfortably by doing skin and meat business, but after all, he is just a lowly butcher in the eyes of outsiders.

He felt that he had a good relationship with the hungry ghost in front of him, and besides, he was unfamiliar with the place of life in the underworld, so he always wanted to make a companion to relieve the boredom.

"Xiaoci, from now on you can follow my surname. My name is Fu Xuan, and I was an orphan when I was alive. Also, you don't have to keep talking about 'little' and 'empress' so many rules, we are all ghosts , can’t you be more satisfied! You can just call me Ah Xuan.”

Xiao Ci stretched his neck, with little joy in his eyes, but immediately retracted his head in disappointment, frowned and whispered: "I don't dare."

Fu Xuan had never seen this kind of soft and waxy temperament like a little white rabbit before in Nanfeng Hall, so he found this person more and more interesting, and intentionally poked his waist to play tricks on him: "Then I don't need you to serve me."

Hearing these words, Xiaoci became even more anxious, originally thinking that if he came to the palace of Hades to wait on the bride, he could eat more incense and be a full ghost.

But if the bride didn't want to see him, he might be hungry again. When he thought of not having enough to eat, he would stick to the bed board uncomfortablely and sob his throat.

"Okay, I'm teasing you." Fu Xuan bent down and gently shook his somewhat exposed shoulders, coaxing the little hungry ghost patiently, "Xiao Ci, stop crying, okay, I won't drive you away .”

"Really?" Xiao Ci raised her head innocently, put Jin Doudou back into her stomach, and stared at Fu Xuan's face obsessively, as if her soul had been charmed.

The empress's face was delicate and rosy as if she had applied powder and grease, her eyelashes were long and dense, her eyes were clear and bright, and her small mouth like a peach blossom was pink and tender. It must taste softer and more delicious than crispy candy.

"Your Majesty, you are so beautiful. Xiaoci has never seen a more beautiful woman than you." Xiaoci was so engrossed that he forgot his dignity for a moment.

Mr. Xiao Lang, of course he likes to hear men praise him, from an old man in his [-]s on crutches to a milk doll crawling on the ground babbling, but whoever likes him, Fu Xuan naturally feels that the more the better.

"Xiao Ci, don't call me your mother, call me Axuan." He stretched out his index finger to touch the corner of Fu Ci's mouth with a smile like a flower, "Are you hot?"

Fu Ci was so frightened that the three souls disappeared and the seven souls knelt on the ground as if smashing garlic.

Fu Xuan's fingers remained where they were, and Xindao stuck out his tongue in embarrassment.

He looks pretty and doesn't like eating ghosts, so he hasn't really started teasing him yet, why is this little hungry ghost so shy and scared?

Fu Xuan laughed lightly, jumped off the bed, opened his underwear generously in front of Fu Ci, and checked his bruised back in front of the bronze mirror.

Since he couldn't reach the wound with his arm, he had to turn to Fu Ci who still didn't dare to look up, "Xiao Ci, apply some ointment for me."

Fu Ci licked his lower lip, took the jar of ointment from Fu Xuan's hand respectfully, rubbed his fingers in the white ointment, and then gave him the medicine awkwardly and stiffly.

"Oh," Fu Xuan gritted his teeth and yelled softly.

"Xiao Ci is stupid, did you hurt Ah Xuan?"

"No, you did a good job." He encouraged blindly, and since he knew that the little devil was timid, he stopped teasing him.

And when it comes to hurting, it should be Cui Yan's good deed.

Fu Xuan claimed that he had been in the Nanfeng Pavilion for more than ten years, and he had never seen what kind of man he had.

Like Cui Yan, who is so self-sufficient and erects a memorial archway for himself, he can't wait to engrave the four characters on his forehead: "Abstinence, Do Not Disturb" to show how different he is among the men.

But the fact is, behind the scenes, he is more energetic than anyone else.

He is the only ghost king of the underworld who has served twice as a ghost!

"Xiao Ci, do you know why Fu Jun went to the world on the eighth day of the seventh lunar month? I didn't smell any magic power from him at that time, and why did he welcome me through the door?"

The mystery in his heart has not been solved, how can he sleep with the tiger at ease.

In the human world, people like them are no different from animals, they are more like objects for the entertainment of those dignitaries.

If the master is happy, he will give more rewards, but if he makes the master unhappy, he will be given a meal and a beating, or his life will be lost.

Cui Yan has tens of billions of resentful spirits in the underworld, and he can easily execute someone with just a little lift of a finger. If Cui Yan is really tired or his last trace of value is drained, does that mean he Not even a ghost.

"Axuan, if I dare to talk about the Fujun, I will be sent to Tongue Hell. You can only ask the Fujun yourself about these things."

Asked these questions, Fu Ci's fingers visibly trembled, and Fu Xuan saw his abnormal behavior in his eyes.

In other words, Cui Yan really had some other intentions in marrying him.

"What are you doing!"

The eerie roar seemed to pierce through the eardrums.

Who else but Cui Yan can make such a loud noise here.

"Get out!" With a dark face, Cui Yan ruthlessly kicked Fu Ci's soft belly, and Fu Ci scrambled and fled out in pain.

Fu Xuan was sullen, how could he dare to stand up for Fu Ci casually when he couldn't protect himself? With his slender arms, he picked up a plain coat from the ground and put it on his body, pretending to be calm.

"Cui Lang, you are here." He showed a standard angelic smile that should be seen when inviting customers, and embraced Cui Yan ambiguously, and said enthusiastically: "My family has been waiting for Cui Lang for a long time, and I thought that the next day I would stay alone in the empty boudoir. Well, what a ghost is most afraid of is that he will be thinner than the yellow flowers in the garden after eating the last meal."

Cui Yan couldn't listen to these nasty words, so he grabbed Fu Xuanying's weak wrist with his backhand, easily restrained him completely, and said disdainfully, "Show yourself!"

"If I don't come, will you hang out with that hungry ghost that hasn't even grown hair?"

The man clasped his hand hard, his eyes burning with jealousy.

"The slave family dare not."

"Hmph, blame me for being confused, I forgot about you being a young gentleman." He tugged on Fu Xuan's loose tie playfully, and looked down at Fu Xuan.

If I didn't want to reject my marriage with the Ba Snake tribe, why should I have anything to do with such low-level people.Marrying this flamboyant ghost who doesn't know what to do will undoubtedly dishonor his reputation as the Dragon Lord.

He continued to humiliate: "How can you be so hungry that you can't open the pot if you don't open for a day? It seems that it is indeed my fault."

To Fu Xuan, this kind of talk was just commonplace, and hearing it in the Nanfeng Pavilion almost made calluses pop up in his ears.

In contrast, it was the man's brute force on his wrist that made him feel even more painful.

In order to calm down this vicious and unpredictable man, and even relieve a little pain, Fu Xuan had no choice but to compromise.

"Heaven is pitiful. There has never been a man like Cui Lang in the world. As long as my family thinks of Cui Lang's majestic appearance, I will be worried and unable to control myself."

Half-undressed and half-hidden.

Fu Xuan knows how to seduce people best, and when it comes to this, there is no need to speak or act, just look at him affectionately, that's enough.

Cui Yan held his arms and met Fu Xuan's eyes, as if he was competing with him, and after a long while, he said quietly, "Attract bees and butterflies!"

Fu Xuan's back was stuck to the cold ground, and he hooked Cui Yan's neck in a gesture, wanting him to hug him, and said coquettishly: "Cui Lang, the ground is so cold."

After Cui Yan carried him horizontally to the bed covered with bead curtains, Fu Xuan said coquettishly, "These palace lanterns are too bright, dazzling."

For thousands of years, Cui Yan had never served anyone like this, and Fu Xuan was the first one who dared to challenge him like this.

He flicked his sleeves lightly, and all the lights in Bixiao Palace were extinguished, falling into the blackness of splashed ink.

But Fu Xuan said again, "Wait!"

"What's the matter with you?"

Cui Yan's tone was on the verge of anger.If it weren't for the immortal officials in the heavens to record every word and deed of the divine mansion, he would not be afraid of being charged with murdering his wife.

Fu Xuan's eyebrows and eyes were smiling, curved like a bright crescent moon in the sky, which was particularly pleasing to the eye.

But it's so dark that it's hard to see clearly.

He muttered, "I want to come by myself."

All young men in the world are like this, and he is no exception.

Since it is a business to make a living, how can it make customers suffer without knowing what to do? He has studied art for [-] years, so he still understands such superficial principles.

Hearing this, Cui Yan wanted to get up without much contempt, "It's disgusting to look like a pie."

However, Fu Xuan is not ashamed, and he is relentless.

Although the man still looked disgusted on his face and mouth, he half-pushed and half-approved his behavior.