The Husky and His White Cat Shizun

Ta Xianjun turned his head and saw Song Qiutong was approaching with a group of maidservants, dressed in gorgeous clothes and charming.

The hand he stretched out to lift the curtain stopped, and he calmly straightened the bamboo curtain tightly, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"The concubine has nothing to do, so I can walk around to digest food at will." Song Qiutong bowed and looked at the carriage softly, "Ah Ran wants to go out?"

"Go to the night market in Wuchang Town."

She smiled brightly, with a submissive but intimacy: "I still take a carriage for such a short distance. Isn't it alone?"

At that time, his patience with her was not bad, so he smiled back: "It's not alone."

Song Qiutong's eyes fluttered, and her eyes fell on the yellow rosewood pedal. The woman's mind was delicate, and she got the answer just by turning it.Her expression was slightly stiff at first, and then she said with joy: "Ah, is it sister Chu Concubine?"

"..."

You can imagine the face of Chu Wanning in the carriage after hearing this name, Taxian Jun smiled: "Well. It's him."

The expression on the woman's face became more and more beautiful, almost eclipsing the clouds in the sky: "It's really great, I stayed in the palace for three years, and I only saw Sister Chu on the wedding day. He is still wearing a hijab. What a good day it is today, to be able to meet him."

She smiled and said, "Ah Ran, would you like to invite us sisters to meet?"

Ta Xianjun shook his head: "He has a cold temper and feels uncomfortable when he sees strangers. He is still dumb. Don't see him."

Although Song Qiutong had always obeyed Mo Ran's words, but at this moment his heart was itching.What's more, she has a long-standing grudge against this Concubine Chu, and she has felt humiliated since she was abandoned by her husband for no reason on the day of her wedding.After that, I heard many gossips from the palace people, saying that the emperor stayed in the concubine Chu's room on the wedding night and did not come out until the evening of the second day.

"It didn't stop all night, the movement really killed people."

"I heard from the night watchman that they counted on their fingers and did it seven or eight times at least. Your Majesty is too patient."

Even the little maid smiled and said: "Isn't the empress concubine Chu the one who is capable? Seven or eight times a night, I am afraid that soon even the little prince will be born."

But the most embarrassing thing for Song Qiutong was such whispers, such as "the empress is so beautiful, she would not expect to fall out of favor on the wedding night", "this is totally against the rules of etiquette, and your majesty is too disrespectful to the empress".

She felt as if she had been slapped severely by the Concubine Chu who had never even seen her face, and the burning pain had only increased in the past three years.

Later, even her confidant maid felt resentful in her heart, gritted her teeth and complained fiercely: "I don't know which mountain's fox has cultivated into a spirit, and His Majesty is so fascinated."

Then he persuaded her: "Your Majesty, don't be too sad. You see, His Majesty sleeps with her almost every night, but she may not be pregnant. Thinking about it, she is not in a bad health, and she will never have any children in this life. Your Majesty is just playing around." Playing with her will sooner or later get boring."

Song Qiutong forced a smile, how could she have the face to say something?

He was extremely cautious in the few loves she had with him, and he never wanted her to become pregnant.The only time he vented on her gentleness was not long ago, when he got drunk and had a big fight with Concubine Chu, and came to her in the middle of the night.

She was already asleep at that time, and when the curtain was lifted suddenly, she met those scarlet and irrational eyes.Before she even had time to react, he turned over and tore off her underwear, and violently thrust her.During that reckless and crazy torment, her bun was grabbed fiercely, and she heard him gasp in her ear: "Who are you writing letters to secretly behind my back? You care about him so much?"

When the clouds and rain were thick, she was so shocked that she felt weak all over, but she heard him muttering behind her: "You can't see anyone...you can't go anywhere...you can only be the concubine of Chu...even if No longer reconciled..."

Song Qiutong was relieved from this humiliating memory, she straightened her expression, smiled with beautiful eyes and said: "Although Your Majesty doesn't mind etiquette, she is still a sister anyway, I always want to meet her and give her some small gifts .”

Ta Xianjun put his hand on the bamboo curtain, but he didn't mean to let go: "He has everything. He lacks nothing."

Now that the words have come to this point, Song Qiutong has nothing to do, so he can only talk to the emperor softly and softly, and then watch him get into the carriage and drive away with the fox spirit.

In the depths of the bamboo curtain, on the soft mat, Taxian Jun laughed so hard that his belly ached, and continued to say solemnly: "As the emperor, I let you dote on me too much, I'm afraid it's not appropriate."

"..."

Chu Wanning's face was gloomy, and he looked sideways at the window without saying a word.

Ripe golden sunlight shone in through the thin strip curtains, casting layers of light and shadow on his thin to transparent face.Ta Xianjun stared at it for a while, leaned over, and simply lay on his lap.

Chu Wanning stretched his back, didn't look at him, but asked: "Aren't you hot?"

"Aifei's voice is so cold, it can cool off the heat."

"..." Chu Wanning finally lowered his head and glanced at him, his eyes were colder than his voice.

He was really angry, no man would be willing to be another man's concubine, Song Qiutong's call "Chu Concubine Sister" made him swallow hard, even the corners of his eyes were red, because of the shame.

At the beginning, Ta Xianjun made him a concubine, just to let him taste the taste of being inferior to a woman.Song Qiutong was his wife, but he, the dignified Big Dipper Immortal, was reduced to a junior as a concubine.

"Angry?"

"..."

"I didn't let her see you, what are you wronging?"

Ta Xianjun originally wanted to tease this man, but the twilight flashed, and the afterglow of the setting sun penetrated through the bamboo curtain, illuminating Chu Wanning's face.Ta Xianjun found that those eyes were so cold and alienated, so he moved his lips, but he didn't say anything after all.

He suddenly felt very boring.

Neither of them spoke any more.

When I came to Wuchang Town, I bought a lot of things in a hurry.Sugar paintings, flower cakes, candied gourds, lanterns, everything I could buy was bought and loaded into a carriage.But Chu Wanning just looked at the excitement outside the bamboo curtain, and ignored the dazzling array of things in the bamboo curtain.

I don't see Chu Wanning happy anyway, and Ta Xianjun can't help being a little irritable.

"Forget it, I won't go back tonight." He said suddenly, "I'll just live in the town."

He ordered the groom to find an inn, and went in with Chu Wanning who put on a cloak and a hood.

Xiaoer was yawning, and when he saw the guest, he cheered up, and after he yawned halfway, he asked with a smile, "Is the guest staying in the hotel?"

"I want an upper room."

Although Chu Wanning's face was hidden under the hood, he could not see clearly, but his posture and demeanor were obviously that of a man, and Xiao Er couldn't help but looked curiously.

Chu Wanning said: "...two rooms."

Hearing what he said, Ta Xianjun couldn't help but turn his head in anger that had been suppressed all the time: "What is your relationship with me, do you need to open two rooms to hide people's eyes and ears?"

If Xiao Er's eyes were still suspicious just now, now it has become sudden.

Ta Xianjun was quite satisfied with Xiao Er's eyes, and even felt a bit viciously relieved.After opening the room, he dragged Chu Wanning's arm all the way up, and before he entered the room and closed the door tightly, he kissed densely, and his lips and tongue were eagerly and fiercely entangled.

Outside the window of the grape-wrapped branches, Wanjia lights are on, but these lights have nothing to do with them. He pressed Chu Wanning on the big bed, and in the creaking and ambiguous sound, he heard Chu Wanning sigh.

"Mo Ran, what's the point of you doing this?"

"..."

"What's the point of us doing this?"

This sentence is so sharp that my heart still hurts when I think about it after so long.

Ta Xianjun opened his eyes.

He is still standing in the red lotus pavilion, those past events are over.

But for some reason, there always seemed to be a phantom flashing in front of his eyes, and there seemed to be the sound of pouring rain in his ears. He was like a ghost in the dark night, peeking in through the grape-patterned windows of the inn.

He saw the same room, the same two people, the difference was the heavy rain outside the window, and the atmosphere similar to love on the bed.

He saw himself and Chu Wanning lingering on that bed, the room was very dark, but he was sure that he saw Chu Wanning's face clearly - confused with desire, slightly closed his eyes, entangled with himself, Shameful and passionate.

In this hallucination, he stared affectionately at the man under him, pleading and resolute: "Tonight, I just want to make you comfortable."

He bowed his head, kissed and sucked Chu Wanning's fragility, and heard the man's gasp as he wished, Chu Wanning's fingers sank into his black hair: "Ah..."

Ta Xianjun suddenly held his forehead, only to feel the pain in his skull as if it was about to split.

These two memories are intertwined, biting each other, trying to gain the upper hand.Which paragraph is true?Which part is the nightmare?He didn't know, he didn't dare to think about it.

Barely calming down his heart, he took the road and left the red lotus water pavilion.

He came to Wujianping and stood in front of the white jade railing, looking at the shadows of the distant mountains, his chest heaving slightly.What was that sweet memory just now?

Is it the life experienced by Mo Ran in another world...

He couldn't help but recall Chu Wanning's wet and soft eyes, panting low on the couch with his neck up.

Stepping Xianjun squeezed the guardrail tightly.

——Could it be that Chu Wanning was willing to go to bed with that ghost Mo Zongshi? !

For some reason, even though the two of them were alone, Ta Xianjun's anger still suddenly burned, and his eyes were blood red.

If this was really another memory of himself, then he suddenly felt extremely resentful and unwilling.

Why?Why?

After he was resurrected by Hua Binan, the walking dead returned to this world, leaving him with the devastated Wushan Temple and a pile of disgusting mess.

What did he see when he ran to the red lotus pavilion in a hurry?It is the withered lotus after the spiritual power has dissipated, the crabapple falling to the ground, and the empty house.

And the lotus pond where the old man is no longer there.

He was resurrected from hell by Hua Binan, but Chu Wanning's body had turned into ashes and powder, and there was nothing left, and he could never find it again.

He remembered that he walked slowly to the edge of the lotus pond, lowered his head and looked around blankly for a while, then bent over and submerged his fingers in it, and scooped up a handful of water.The cold pool is deep and cold to the bone.

He shivered involuntarily, water leaked from between his fingers, and he sat slumped on the ground.

So, after returning to the human world, what is left of him?

He hates living in this world more and more day by day, but he is controlled by others and cannot help himself, he has to obey Hua Binan's orders.

Later, Hua Binan found a crack in the gate of life and death in time and space, but he refused to tell him who left it. The guy happily went to another world of mortals, leaving him here to work hard.But the only consolation is that, in order to let him do things with confidence, Hua Binan will try to send him some news every now and then.

So he learned that part of his soul was reborn in that era, he learned the news of Shi Mei, Xue Meng, Ye Wangxi Nangong Si and other people who had died long ago.

He also learned about Chu Wanning's news.

The letters Hua Binan sent to him were always short, and the words were as precious as gold.He also hated Hua Binan's handwriting, the sharp edge of the pen was like scorpion claws.

But those letters became his greatest hope as the living dead, as if giving a breath to a person drowning in the deep sea.He received every letter, and when there were no new letters, he would go back and forth and repeat the words that made him sick to death hundreds of times.

He thought he was probably crazy.

At nightfall, the servants were having dinner, and he liked the excitement.So he ordered everyone to gather in front of the hall as he had always done since his rebirth.He reclined lazily on the soft seat to watch them eat, and asked them how it tasted from time to time.

Ta Xianjun didn't like reading in the past, but these years, no one was by his side, and there was nowhere to spend the long night, so he had to read bamboo slips for entertainment.As I read it, I also figured out some fun of biting words.

For example, if he wants someone to eat a deep-fried rice crust, he will say, "Come on, let me taste a thunderbolt", and if he wants someone to chew a root spinach, he will say, "Try a bowl. The red-billed green parrot in the

It is already very difficult to get an illiterate to read. If the illiterate still enjoys it, he can only say one thing: his life has no other pleasures to speak of.

At the banquet, someone came to report: "Your Majesty, Senior Sage has also returned."

"He's alone?"

"Bringing the wooden pavilion master of Tianyin Pavilion, they said that they want to arrange the sacrifice first, and then meet with His Majesty after it is done."

Ta Xianjun pinched the purple-skinned grapes in the silver plate, with a dull expression: "Then let them take their time, and I will be happy at leisure."

The visitor said again: "Also, Senior Sacred Hand said that he has a word to tell His Majesty."

"what?"

"You need to be careful these days, the world is in chaos, 'he' will definitely come."

"..." Ta Xianjun's eyes were gloomy, and after a while, he smiled, "Got it, I know it well."

Of course he knew he would come.

Two worlds of mortals intertwined, millions of victims were displaced, Master Mo died, and the peak of death and life fell——Chu Wanning was the same as himself, there was nothing left, and he might come to him with the will to die.

Ta Xianjun is not afraid, and even has some secret expectations.

It was late at night, and the palace was lit with dots of candles, and there were nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine lampstands in the Wushan Hall alone, reflecting the darkness into an extreme day.

Lord Taxian summoned Liu Gong and said, "Go and teach others to extinguish half of the candles."

The light was too bright, and he was afraid that Chu Wanning would sneak into difficulties, so he lowered his alert.

Liu Gong did as he was told. He stood there and waited until Liu Gong came to tell him, "Your Majesty, half of the fire has gone out."

He looked at the dim yellow light in the courtyard, but was still dissatisfied, thought for a while and said: "Just turn them all off."

Liu Gong: "..."

The candlesticks in Wushan Temple went out one by one, but Ta Xianjun's heart lit up bit by bit.He vaguely felt that Chu Wanning was coming soon.That man was probably still dressed in white, with a resentful expression on his face, and he was full of morals and righteousness, which was tiresome, and he probably wanted to avenge Mo Zongshi.

He felt very excited just thinking about it, and the tip of his tongue licked the white teeth and lips.He only left the last bronze floor lamp in the depths of Luo Wei. This is the fire he left for Chu Wanning's desperate moth, telling him that he is here, waiting for him to rush to die.

It was late at night, and it started to rain patter outside the window.

Ta Xianjun put on the most solemn gold silk black formal robe, arranged the mattress and soft quilt pillow by himself, walked around the house, but still felt that something was missing, and finally ordered someone to take a jar of old clothes. New year's pear blossoms are white and kept warm across the water.

This man warmed up the wine, dressed in fancy clothes, guarded the tent, and stood by the window watching the rain that was getting heavier and heavier.From the beginning to the end, he didn't even summon the shadow of no return.

But he is still deceiving himself and others, while guarding the hotbed of fine wine, while thinking ferociously: Hmph, when Chu WanNing comes, he must let him know what sword is ruthless!