The dark beast and his two-dimensional Taoist priest

In the Emperor's Palace, Zhang Yifan was sitting on a high seat, with his brows furrowed and a sad look on his face.

There was a distinct slap mark on the left side of his face.

Zhang Heng's face was tense, looking at the man in the high position, his shoulders shaking, trying his best to hold back his laughter.

"Tianjun, what's wrong with your face?"

Zhang Yifan could no longer feel pain at first, but as soon as he heard Zhang Heng's words, he suddenly felt a dull pain on his face again.

"Accidentally knocked."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Zhang Yifan wanted to die.

They said it was bad, that it was because of knocking, no one would believe it!

"Then you're pretty good at kowtow..." Zhang Heng struggled to suppress his laughter.

Making a slap mark abruptly is a lie!

As soon as his front foot stepped out of the palace door, a loud slap sounded from inside the back room.

Then there was a thud, as if something heavy rolled to the ground.

Now it seems that he guessed well.

After Tianjun was slapped by the queen, he was kicked out of bed again.

He has been following Tianjun for so long, and this is the first time he has seen Tianjun in such a mess.

She is truly worthy of being a queen, that is, he dares to do this to Tianjun.

Zhang Yifan saw Zhang Heng shrugging his shoulders and trying to hold back laughter, and the veins on his forehead jumped again and again.

"I heard that ghost turmoil has increased dramatically in Taozhi Mountain recently. Shen Tu and Yu Lei are very busy. If you are free, why not..."

"I have something to report." Zhang Heng immediately restrained himself after hearing this.

Zhang Yifan frowned and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Sir Fengxuan came to look for you early this morning. When he saw that you didn't get up and left a word, he left."

"What did he say?"

"He asked you to go to the Wulian Residence at the foot of the mountain to find him after you finish your work. He has something important to discuss."

"I understand, please leave if you have nothing to do." Zhang Yifan nodded slightly.

"Yes, I'm resigning." After Zhang Heng bowed and saluted, he hurriedly exited the Emperor's Palace, fearing that he would be arrested and used as a coolie.

As soon as Zhang Heng left, Zhang Yifan rubbed the area on his waist that was still aching from being kicked, and couldn't help but hiss.

It was rumored that Feng Shinian was Bingyangzi. Did Bingyangzi have such strength?

After returning from the Feng Clan territory, Donghuang Chen'an held Feng Shinian in the dormitory for two days.

Zhang Yifan gritted his teeth. Wasn't he capable in his previous life?

Otherwise, how could Feng Shinian still have the energy to kick someone with so much force!

After this kick, his waist still hurt after most of the day.

"Feng Shinian..." Zhang Yifan put the tip of his tongue against his back teeth and slowly read the name out of his mouth.

It's so similar, those eyes are exactly the same as Gawain's. Is it possible that Gawain is really the reincarnation of Feng Shinian?

Bai Ze once told him that Gawain was most likely the reincarnation of the Feng clan prince.

But due to the obstruction of heaven, he could not be sure.

Zhang Yifan rested his hands on the desk against his chin, carefully analyzing the guesses in his mind.

Gawain fell into a dream and couldn't get out. Now he is also in a dream. Is it possible that Feng Shinian here is Gawain?

If yes, then...

Zhang Yifan's heart beat violently when he thought of this. He took several deep breaths to suppress his inner excitement and try to make his expression calmer.

It seems that I need to find an opportunity to test it out and make sure.

Also, is it possible that Feng Xuan, who is asking him to meet now, has a future that is trapped in an illusion.

Although he is timid in the future, he has a very bright mind.

If he found himself trapped in an illusion, he would probably find a way to get out.

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifan immediately stood up and prepared to leave for Wulian Residence.

At the foot of Luofeng Mountain, a small courtyard is surrounded by mist.

Sitting in the octagonal pavilion in the courtyard is a man in white who looks like an immortal. The man is gnawing on melon seeds with his legs crossed.

No one could calm down after seeing his appearance.

Who could have imagined that this man, with such a cold and dusty face, would behave in such an inelegant and heroic manner.

"Xu Yao." Zhang Yifan's voice came first before anyone arrived.

Hearing this voice, the man in white suddenly choked on the melon seeds.

He quickly picked up the tea cup on the table and took a big sip of tea before he could breathe again.

From a distance, he saw a man in black clothes stepping into the courtyard gate. He hurriedly lowered his crossed legs and straightened his robe.

In less than an instant, he turned back into the cold-tempered Phoenix elder.

"Senior brother, you are here, sit down." When 'Feng Xuan' saw the person coming, he pretended to be calm and pointed to the stone bench beside him, signaling Donghuang Chenan to sit down.

"I heard from Zhang Heng that you went to the Emperor's Palace early this morning, but do you have anything important to tell me?"

Zhang Yifan glanced at Feng Xuyao's slightly wrinkled clothes, lifted up his robe and sat down.

'Feng Xuan' noticed Donghuang Chen'an's gaze and felt a little panicked. Pretending to be calm, he picked up the tea cup on the stone table and started making tea.

"Try the new lotus tea from Wulianju. It tastes good."

"Yeah." Zhang Yifan responded softly after hearing this.

When he stepped into the courtyard gate, he saw this man from a distance with his legs crossed?

Seeing him coming, I hurriedly put it down and pretended to be calm.

Did ancient people also cross their legs?

Even if they do, they are rare.

Listening to what Bai Ze said, every move of a person as cold as Feng Xuan is pleasing to the eye.

Such a handsome young man shouldn't make such an indecent move, right?

Thinking of this, Zhang Yifan was tempted, "When I came in just now, I seemed to see——"

When 'Feng Xuan' heard this, he stopped pouring tea in his hand and his heart suddenly tightened.

He asked subconsciously: "What did you see?"

"I saw it - the lotus flowers in the lotus pond in your courtyard are in bloom." Zhang Yifan changed the subject and suddenly had other thoughts.

'Feng Xuan' felt a little relieved after hearing his words.

He replied absentmindedly, "Really?"

Zhang Yifan curled his lips and said, "Well, it's a bit more colorful than usual."

'Feng Xuan' was stunned when he heard that. He raised his eyes and glanced quietly at the gorgeous mist lotus blooming on the lotus pond.

He stayed here for a few days and didn't notice any changes in the mist lotus. Anyway, it just looked good and the tea tasted good.

The tea he is drinking now was made by picking the fog lotus. How did Donghuang Chenan figure it out?

"The tea is spilled."

Zhang Yifan saw that the person in front of him was distracted and didn't even notice that the tea was full, so he couldn't help but remind him.

"Ah?" After hearing Donghuang Chen'an's words, Feng Xuan came back to his senses and took his eyes back from the fog lotus.

After seeing the cup filled with tea in front of him and the stone table with a corner of tea spilled on it, 'Feng Xuan' quickly put away the teapot.

"I haven't slept well in the past two days. I'm not in good spirits. I made a mistake." Feng Xuan took another tea cup and poured a cup of tea for Donghuang Chen'an.

Under his gaze, she bravely moved the full cup of tea in front of her.

'Feng Xuan' twitched the corners of his stiff lips and said, "Senior brother, drink tea."