Bancheng Fengyue

In late winter, His Royal Highness Ming Xing had the first snow, and it fell like cotton wool for three or four days, until this morning the snow cleared. The Mingxing Hall was covered with snow, and the sunlight was even more dazzling. Xuan Yi stood on his left leg, bouncing around in the ice and snow hall, busy drawing the thick curtains.

It has been half a year since she was injured in the lower realm. The wound that Qi Nan said at the beginning would take thirty years to heal, in this short six months, more than half of it has healed. Such a miraculous situation made her very cautious. Carefully inspect the wound, but for the time being there is nothing unusual, but the wound has just healed, and it is inevitable that it will be very itchy. Xuan Yi took off the white cloth, not daring to scratch it vigorously, and only pressed it lightly a few times with his fingertips.

There was a slight opening sound from the door of the hall, someone came walking on the snow, it should be Shaoyi who brought her refreshments.

Xuan Yi jumped to the moon window again, pulled it open, and said with a smile: "Brother Shaoyi, refreshments..."

The light outside the window was dazzling, and the visitor with white clothes and black hair was even more dazzling. It seemed that he was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, but her sudden opening of the window made him slightly startled, and he turned his face away.

Xuan Yi immediately wanted to cover her eyes, bad luck, no wonder she felt that there were always chatter and laughter coming from a distance last night, it turned out that this guy came back. I haven't seen him for half a year, and this guy is still the same. He pretends to be wearing white clothes in snowy weather, which is a secondary injury to her fragile eyes.

She was about to smash the moon window hard, but she heard his long-lost charming voice in front of her, with a cold tone: "Go to Zhu Xuanyuyang Mansion today, it's my turn to pick him up."

Xuan Yi smiled softly, leaned over the window lattice, all the new and old hatred buried in the back of his head came out again, and said softly: "Senior brother Fucang, I miss you so much. I heard that you have broken through what realm , will it be easier to wield knives and guns in the future?"

Fu Cang's gaze subconsciously landed on her fleshy and well-proportioned feet, as if he felt something was wrong, he immediately moved up, but this Dragon Princess was disheveled all over her body, her hair was loose, no coat, barefoot and arms, as thin as a beautiful jade.

After half a year, she can still shock him.

His eyes could only stop on her face full of sarcasm, and his tone became a little colder: "Put on your clothes and shoes."

He is not her father. Xuan Yi didn't care, and focused on grinding his teeth with him: "But I haven't eaten yet."

Fu Cang didn't speak, but looked back at the Shi Quan Da Bu Soup that was frozen into a lump under the table. Back yesterday, Gu Ting mentioned Xuan Yi, and said that he found an ancient prescription for her, taking her tonic soup every day—obviously, this soup is not very popular with the Dragon Princess.

Oops, she was busy looking at the wound in the morning, and forgot to dispose of the frozen lump of Shiquan Dabu soup, and he saw it.

Xuan Yi raised his chin: "I don't like Shiquan Dabu soup."

Fu Cang looked at her quietly for a moment, then said calmly: "Now it's a quarter of the time difference, and you will leave when the time is right. You still have a moment to fix your appearance. Either you just procrastinate like this, or you change clothes immediately. When the time is up, I'll catch people right away."

Xuan Yi bit his lip, with a half-smile, "I'm disheveled, and Senior Brother Fu Cang wants to arrest me?"

Fu Cang raised his eyebrows slightly: "You can try."

The moon window closed suddenly, and the high-spirited princess was obviously holding her breath again.

Fu Cang leaned against the window and waited quietly. He and Princess Long seemed unable to speak in a friendly manner. From the time we first met, we saw each other half a year later. She still spoke provocatively. Stand up all the thorns on your body.

The moon window was suddenly opened again, and Xuan Yi's voice with hidden resentment sounded: "I'm hungry."

He turned around, and the little princess who always liked to dress up had quickly taken on a new look. The purple gown was embroidered with light golden dragons with closed eyes, the moon-white cloak hung on her arm, and her thick long hair was **** in a slant. Slanted ring bun, embellished with golden rings shining brightly.

The unique cool and elegant fragrance of Zhuyin's came over his face. He subconsciously looked down. She had already put on shoes on her feet, and her snow-white calves were buried under the overlapping skirts. Injury, also can not see the pair of jade-like feet.

He quickly withdrew his gaze and said calmly, "Endure it."

Enduring again? Xuan Yi stretched out his hands towards him from above, and said in an arrogant tone, "Then carry me away."

Fu Cang didn't respond, he stretched out his hand suddenly, she only felt her waist and shoulders tense, and the world spun for a while, he actually lifted her out of the window like a bag, threw her on her back, turned and left.

Her head hit him, and she gritted her teeth secretly in pain.

The snow cleared and the clouds dispersed, and the golden sunlight shone on the snow-covered green bamboos beside the road. Fu Cang walked unhappily, with his arms resting on her knees, and her calves were dangling along with the steps.

I don't know what happened to her injury, Zhuyin's recovery was much slower than that of ordinary protoss after being injured, not to mention that the soft thorns in her body have not been taken out yet. Fu Cang suddenly held her right calf, the white cloth was dry to the touch, without any blood stains, he was a little surprised, Wang Shu probably didn't have time to heal her wounds, but her wounds healed unexpectedly quickly.

There was a pain in his neck, and the Dragon Princess on his back didn't say a word, and dug a few nails on his skin, full of threats.

Fu Cang felt that he could hear the cold words in her heart: Don't touch me.

The sudden breath across his throat made him squint his eyes, and he slowly clenched his slightly loosened hand as if provocative. Before her nails pierced into the skin, he shot like lightning and grabbed her two paws together. Clenching it, the pain caused her to yell "Oops", and it was the same as last time in the lower realm, with her whole body hanging behind his back, struggling and moving wildly.

Rough and reckless!

"Senior Brother Fu Cang." Her voice was soft and delicate, but full of sarcasm, "You really don't know what it means to be sympathetic to a woman."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Xuan Yi put his chin on his shoulder and exhaled like blue: "However, UUReading Book www.uukanshu.com is actually a rough and reckless man like you who has become more powerful. I really like it."

There was a hint of disgust in Fu Cang's charming and deep voice: "It just so happens that I hate a goddess like you who is becoming more and more arrogant and rude."

"It's disgusting, you say he's arrogant and rude." Xuan Yi blew viciously into his ear, "If you want to be as gentle as water, I can do it too."

He reacted greatly, immediately grabbed her in front of him, and looked at her coldly.

Xuan Yi smoothed her sleeves, and even though she was being lifted, her posture was still elegant: "Senior Brother Fucang, you messed up my clothes."

Fu Cang's face was as deep as water, his dark eyes stared at her for a long time, and his voice became indifferent again: "On the road before the gate of the palace, say one more word, move again, and I will tie you up."

He paused for a moment, but still hugged her horizontally.

Xuan Yi tried to turn her face away, she finally felt a little bit of regret, why didn't she learn how to fight? That way she could at least beat the **** into a rag.

The cold wind was blowing slowly in the Sanbai courtyard, the protoss stepped on the snow without a trace, Fu Cang's snow-white clothes brushed over the snow, and the snow particles rolled finely with the wind.

The dragon princess in his arms is as quiet as a piece of wood, but he can't really treat her like a piece of wood. Last time she was severely injured, and the situation was special. He hugged, carried, or carried it without thinking about it. Now she is dressed up beautifully, The delicate fragrance is overflowing, and it feels very strange when he hugs him like this.

For some reason, Fu Cang suddenly thought of the little loach who loved to drill into the neckline, curled up in a cold ball on his chest.

But soon, Little Loach turned into Princess Dragon again. Under the misty moonlight in the lower world, her face was as jade-like as porcelain, with plump lips, and the bare feet that had just appeared under the hem of her skirt.

He frowned, trying to drive away this inexplicable thought, but found that he was powerless.