Bancheng Fengyue

Xuan Yi slept for five or six days, and when she woke up, the spiritual officers told her that Fu Cang was ill. ()

Probably because of the change of weather in the lower realm, he caught wind and cold, and was moved to the vermilion building where Taoshu Dixian lived. The fresh air there was very beneficial to his illness.

As an ice-like existence, Xuan Yi is not allowed to approach him for the time being, and can only lie on his stomach outside the window and watch for a while every day. His high fever came and went, and he looked very bad. His face turned white and red, sweating profusely, and breathing heavily. The Peach Tree Earth Immortal with the white beard often healed him with spells, but the situation was still up and down.

Regarding this inexplicable illness, the Earth Immortal did not do anything: "Little Immortal has meager abilities, why don't you go to the Upper Realm for help?"

The head of the Lingguan shook his head, and this god, who has always been unsteady, showed a rare stern look: "The **** of Fucang is in the lower realm, but there is a reason, and everything that hits has its own reason. It is because of The reason why the **** used Chunjun to intimidate the demon when he went back to the lower realm. The reason why the **** Fucang was taken into the Qingdi Temple by you, the earth fairy, is because the **** sat under the peach tree for a night, and the agitation of divine power made you end up early. To become a fairy, there is a reason. The princess has Qingdi's handwriting, and the second is to resolve the biggest cause and fate for him, so she is allowed to approach. Besides, there is absolutely no reason for external forces to intervene, otherwise the precepts are just a dead letter. Princess , don’t get close to Shenjun until he recovers, or you will die in this life, and you will have to start all over again later.”

I don't know if she heard it, but she didn't respond at all. The Taoshu land fairy and the picket spirit officers could only leave with a sigh. ()

There was only the sound of Fu Cang's heavy breathing in the room, just like that day when he was punished by thorns in Qingdi Palace.

Will he die? Will she die suddenly like A Niang?

Xuan Yi stared at him for a long time, rolled up his sleeves, and put all the little Baixue gadgets he brought beside his pillow, what she did should be what he likes. Shrimp is probably what he likes to eat? He picked this up and ate it last time in Zhu Xuanyuyang Mansion. He was angry about Posuo Peony before, so he should like it very much. In fact, she is not sure if he likes her dragon body very much, maybe he just likes to see her aggrieved and annoyed before.

She brought him all the things he likes, open them quickly and have a look, you will definitely be happy.

Don't die, don't die, or this relationship will last longer and longer. She always indulges her own willfulness in front of him, no matter whether he is a **** or a mortal, she always does it subconsciously, so she is always wrong.

There will be no future.

But how can we cut off this evil relationship for him?

Fu Cang on the bed turned over suddenly, opened his eyes, his eyes were blood red, he saw a slender figure standing outside the moon window, his head came in through the gap, his eyes widened and stared at him. This situation is really a bit scary and funny, just like when she was squatting on the bedside at night with piercing eyes.

Fu Cang watched for a long time, trying to find his hoarse voice: "Why don't you come in?"

Xuan Yi was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Brother Fu Cang, are you going to die?"

Fu Cang felt dizzy and murmured: "...what did you call me?"

She didn't answer. ()

Hearing her breathing much heavier than usual in his dizziness, he couldn't help asking, "Are you crying?"

Xuan Yi shook his head: "Are you going to die?"

Fu Cang felt that his consciousness was fading away again, so he couldn't help muttering: "How could Fengchi die? Come in..."

Without saying a word, he fell asleep again.

The night was getting darker, Fu Cang was awakened and fell into a deep sleep again after taking the medicine. Baixue's little loach was squeezed to the ground by his arm, and its tail was broken. Xuan Yi recalled it to refill the tail. Fang squeezed halfway, only listening to him He began to whisper something in his sleep again.

Is he dreaming? What did you dream about? The Qingdi Palace with green mountains and green waters? The Mingxing Hall of Sanbaiyuan? Or his stupid lion?

She stretched her neck vigorously, wishing to become a goose, but when she heard him repeating something, suddenly there was a very faint but clear sound, it was a name. ()

Finally heard his dream.

Xuan Yi stared at him blankly, only to feel that her body was hot and cold like never before, which even gave her the illusion that she couldn't breathe.

She knew what he wanted.

*

This time Fucang was seriously ill, and he stayed in bed for a month. The situation was good and bad. When it was good, he could get out of bed and take a walk in Qingdi Temple, but when it was bad, he could only sit on the bed and read.

The weather was fine that day, and Fu Cang woke up early in the morning feeling refreshed and refreshed. He had just taken the medicine and was suffering so much. Suddenly, the door was opened, and a white figure floated in like a butterfly, followed by a smile on his face. Liang, with a pair of soft hands covering it, he couldn't help but be taken aback.

Xuan Yi stood beside the bed with a smile and looked down at him: "Are my hands still cold?"

For more than a month, she has only been wandering outside the window and never came in once. If he goes out, she will hide and can't catch him no matter what. He is just annoyed by this. Unexpectedly, today she suddenly came and made a sudden move Such an intimate gesture.

Fu Cang pressed her hand subconsciously, it felt cold to the touch, but it wasn't bone-piercing, and she couldn't feel the cold even when she leaned against her side. Her complicated and gorgeous lotus dress was covered with a snow-white coat, which looked like a man's clothes. It was too wide, and the sleeves and hem were dragging on the ground, but for some reason, he felt very familiar.

He subconsciously asked, "Whose clothes are these?"

This is the coat of Fu Cang in the upper realm that Qi Nan asked for from the Qing Emperor. The cloud pattern totem on it can prevent the overflow of divine power, and it belongs to the Huaxu family. She wears this coat to get close to him, otherwise To freeze this weak mortal.

"Guess." Xuan Yi let go of him with a smile, and seeing a plate of sweet-scented osmanthus cake on the bedside table, she squeezed one and ate it, while assigning him: "I want to drink tea."

Fu Cang couldn't help but wanted to hit her on the head, but in the end he poured her a cup of tea, sat by the bed with her, and took her oversized snow-colored coat in his hand to look at it endlessly. Both the workmanship and the style are rare in the world. Just as she was fascinated by the sight, she suddenly heard her wonder: "Huh? I've read this story. The sergeant kills with his tongue, and the corporal kills with a stone plate."

When he came back to his senses, he saw that she was holding the book he had just read, and was turning to the story about Zilu killing a tiger.

He was a little surprised: "Are you literate?"

At that time, it was emphasized that a woman's ignorance was virtue. She...although she didn't know what it was, she was still a little girl, and her ability to read inevitably caught him by surprise.

Xuan Yi was displeased: "Do I look like an illiterate idiot?"

Fu Cang suddenly smiled lowly: "You write two words and I'll take a look."

She turned her head: "I won't write."

He came to the desk, took the pen, ink and paper, dipped the ink for her, and handed the brush over without any explanation: "Write."

Xuan Yi was reluctant in every possible way, so he had no choice but to write the word "dragon" like a flying phoenix.

Fu Cang squinted his eyes for a while and said, "You need to practice your handwriting well."

Your handwriting needs to be well practiced, the second time he said this to her, Xuan Yi subconsciously said: When I am as old as you, my handwriting will look good.

She bit her lip quickly again, looked down at her own words and said nothing.

The side suddenly warmed up, and Fu Cang stretched his arms around her slender body~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Her writing hand was also held in his palm, and a dragon was slowly written under her word "dragon", The handwriting is elegant and upright, and the words on her face look like convulsions in comparison.

Fu Cang put his chin on the top of her head, and said softly, "I have to teach you how to write when I have time."

Xuan Yi smiled slightly: "I don't want you to teach me, I just love cursive script."

Fu Cang pulled out the pen from her hand, and he was separated from her for a month when he was emotionally moved. The affection in his heart was hard to suppress, he hugged her tightly with both arms, lowered his head to kiss her hair, and rubbed his fingertips on her cheek. Feeling that her cold skin became hot, he moved her heart and pulled her over. Sure enough, her face was flushed, even her neck was flushed.

His lips fell on her forehead and said softly: "Don't leave me."

He doesn't care why she came, since she is here, can she not leave?

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