The dark beast and his two-dimensional Taoist priest

Zhang Yifan felt like there was a fish bone stuck in his throat and he was choking violently.

That's not the case. His original intention was to apologize to Feng Shinian as Donghuang Chen'an.

That day, he just came over and said something unintentionally that irritated Feng Shinian.

He just wanted to...unexpectedly, he became more and more stiff.

"If there is nothing wrong with Tianjun, please leave." Feng Shinian gave the order to expel the guests in a low voice.

Zhang Yifan subconsciously clenched his fists and dug his nails into the flesh of his palms. The pain temporarily brought him back to consciousness.

Feng Shinian affected his emotions, or in other words, Donghuang Chen'an's emotions.

"In that case, please stay here that day." Feng Shinian stood up and left, but Zhang Yifan grabbed his wrist.

"let's talk!"

Feng Shinian stopped and looked back at him.

He twitched the corner of his mouth sarcastically, "What does Tianjun want to talk about? What is there to talk about between us?"

"Do you have to speak to me in this tone?" Zhang Yifan tightened his grip on Feng Shinian's hand, his eyes deep.

Like Gawain, he has a bad temper and likes to talk and choke people when he is angry.

Feng Shinian struggled a few times but failed to break free, and his face darkened.

"let go!"

"let's talk!"

"I have nothing to say to you!"

The two couldn't stand still.

Feng Shinian burst into anger, shook off Zhang Yifan's hand, turned around and left.

Zhang Yifan simply grabbed Feng Shinian and threw him back on the bed. He leaned forward and pressed him over. He put his arms on the side of his neck and held him firmly on the bed.

"Donghuang Chen'an!" Feng Shinian was furious.

"In the end what you want!"

While struggling, he slapped Zhang Yifan again.

Zhang Yifan was stunned for a moment, "Why do you always like to hit people in the face?"

Feng Shinian tightly grasped the blanket under her body, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Zhang Yifan touched the pain that had not dissipated on his right cheek. It finally subsided. It was good, but he had to bear this pain again.

The majestic Beiyin Tianjun is slapped by his own wife every day?

It would be embarrassing to tell anyone!

Why was he so miserable in his previous life?

What he is experiencing now has happened before.

Looking at Feng Shinian like this, he must have suffered a great injustice.

Doesn’t Donghuang Chenan have a mouth? I don’t know the explanation!

Zhang Yifan sighed and softened his tone a bit, "I came here specifically to apologize to you for what happened that day.

I have no intention of asking you to move out of here. You can stay here as long as you want. "

Feng Shinian was stunned when he heard this, his eyes moved slightly, and for a moment he couldn't guess what Donghuang Chenan was thinking.

After a while, he whispered, "Go down."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yifan quickly got off Feng Shinian and stood next to the bed, looking a little at a loss.

"I also made a special trip to bring you some new tea. It was sent by Xu Yao. It tastes very fragrant. I think you will also like it."

He took out several exquisite small boxes and placed them on the table not far away.

Feng Shinian's eyes narrowed slightly, and he didn't respond for a long time. The atmosphere suddenly became heavy and quiet.

After a while, he responded calmly, "I appreciate Tianjun's kindness."

When Zhang Yifan heard this, did he reject it?

He frowned slightly, and his handsome face was stained with a hint of sadness.

Feng Shinian glanced at him, and her eyes fell on his right cheek. The bright red palm mark was still there.

After a while, he looked away, his tone still indifferent: "Leave the new tea."

Zhang Yifan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled after hearing this.

He walked to the table and took out the tea leaves, preparing to make tea for Feng Shinian.

Feng Shinian wanted to speak but stopped, that's all.

He lifted the thin quilt and got out of bed, walked to the window, pulled back the gauze, and opened the window.

The cold wind howled outside, and snowflakes as fine as goose feathers fell, and the air was bitingly cold.

"Snowing."

He shrank from the wind and snow coming from the shop. He couldn't help but close his clothes and stretched out his hand to catch a piece of crystal clear snowflakes flying by.

Inside the hall.

There were several candles, their flames flickering, illuminated by a warm orange glow.

Zhang Yifan was sitting in front of the round rosewood table, making tea skillfully. The moment the cold wind blew in, his fingers trembled.

The tea slipped down the tea lid and dripped on the table, causing a few splashes.

Zhang Yifan looked at Feng Shinian and saw him wearing thin pajamas, standing by the window, letting the cold wind blow.

The lonely figure on the back makes people feel sad when they look at it.

Zhang Yifan poured the freshly boiled tea into a jade porcelain cup, stood up, took off his robe and put it on Feng Shinian, "It's cold, don't freeze."

He looked out the window at the snowy scene. Why was it snowing after everything was fine?

Feng Shinian was slightly startled, lowered his eyelids, stared at the clothes on his body and said nothing.

Outside the window, the wind gradually increased, mixed with ice and snow, and became more and more violent.

After a while, he slowly said, "It's too cold. Control your emotions."

Zhang Yifan:? ? ? ? ? ?

Zhang Yifan was full of questions. What does the cold weather have to do with him?

Feng Shinian patted the snow on his sleeves and pointed at the growing snowstorm outside the window.

"You are in a turbulent mood and your magic power is so out of control. Who do you want to freeze to death?"

Zhang Yifan: "..." Feng Shinian means that the snow falling outside has something to do with me... ah, no, it has something to do with Donghuang Chen'an?

Zhang Yifan raised his head and looked out the window. The wind and snow seemed to be getting stronger.

So, is this snow related to Donghuang Chen'an's mood?

"........."

Zhang Yifan touched his nose awkwardly, "Ahem...I just..."

Feng Shinian sat at the table, holding a cup of tea and sipping, staring at the tea soup in the cup with clear eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.

Zhang Yifan stood by the window, trying to calm down his emotions.

When the wind and snow gradually subsided, he closed the window and walked to sit across from Feng Shinian.

"How about tea? Does it suit you?"

Feng Shinian was drinking tea with a calm expression on his face.

"Well, good tea."

"Since you like it, I'll ask Xu Yao for more some other time." Zhang Yifan breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that something was wrong with the way he looked at her just now.

Feng Shinian put down the tea cup, "Tianjun came here just to bring me tea?"

Zhang Yifan pondered for a moment after hearing this, "I'm not just here to deliver tea, I actually want to see you for something."

"What's the matter?" Feng Shiyan raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Zhang Yifan.

Zhang Yifan: "...then what...I..."

In fact, he didn't know what it was... he just made it up, trying to trick Feng Shinian into saying it.

He came mainly to test Feng Shinian and see if he was Gao Wen.

Feng Shinian took a sip of tea and saw that Donghuang Chen'an was hesitant to say a few words for a long time, so he couldn't help but look at him with a bit of inquiry.

"Tianjun has something to say, but it's okay to say it, why bother hesitating."

Zhang Yifan coughed a few times and said, "I'm worried that my beloved concubine will be angry after hearing this, so I want to think about it again."

"Beloved concubine?" Feng Shinian heard Zhang Yifan call him that, and his tired eyes showed a little confusion.