After Cultivating With the Enemy

Ji Zhaoyun didn't speak for a long time, Feng Qi didn't urge him either, just stared at him fixedly.

"Why are you still shaking?" Feng Qi asked softly, "Is it cold?"

Ji Zhaoyun's lips were tightly pursed, a slight tremor spread from his heart to his limbs, and even his fingertips began to tremble slightly.

He was held tightly in Feng Qi's arms, that warm embrace was like a gentle and warm dream, dragging him into a grotesque illusion, where he could only let his consciousness sink, and there was no way to escape.

Feng Qi's hand slid down inch by inch, from his side face to shoulder neck, then to forearm, and finally touched his cold fingers.

He first touched it tentatively, and seeing that the other party did not push away, he covered his palm and held it carefully.

Feng Qi seemed to be greatly encouraged by this action, his eyes moved slightly, and he asked in a low voice: "Are you really cold? Are you nervous?"

"..."

"What are you nervous about?" Feng Qi licked his lips, his voice was slightly hoarse, "Is it me hugging you, holding your hand, or..."

His ending was submerged in the constant beating of their hearts, Ji Zhaoyun saw Feng Qi lower his eyes, and his eyes fell on his lips.

...he wanted to kiss him.

Those pretentious explanations, inadvertent touches and palpitations, and all the feelings that cannot be expressed, finally faded away like a tide at this moment, showing what it should have been.

Ji Zhaoyun turned his head the moment Feng Qi lowered his head, his slightly closed eyelashes trembled, and he couldn't make a sound.

At that moment, he could even feel Feng Qi's breath on his side face, hot and rapid, almost burning all his reason.

But he didn't touch him.

Feng Qi stopped just a few feet away from Ji Chaoyun.

Ji Zhaoyun didn't dare to move, he clearly heard Feng Qi's playful smile from his nasal cavity: "So unintimidated?"

"..." Ji Zhaoyun clenched his teeth, his voice trembling, "...don't be joking."

"I'm not joking with you." Feng Qi still maintained that dangerous and malicious distance, as if his lips could touch Ji Zhaoyun's side face if he moved an inch closer, "I won't force you, and I won't move you, but this doesn't It means I'm joking."

Ji Zhaoyun suddenly opened his eyes and turned to look at him.

Feng Qi hurriedly raised his head and hid, laughing: "...But if you take the initiative to kiss me, then don't blame me."

Ji Zhaoyun was not in the mood to joke with him, he looked at Feng Qi, and after a long time he said in a low voice: "You just said..."

"Brother Chaoyun, have you finished trying on your clothes? Brother Axun said, before you get married, you will be allocated a house, let me..." Ah Feng's voice suddenly came from outside the door, and the two were pushed open before they could separate. And the young man who entered bumped into him.

A Feng stared at the two dumbfounded, blinked, and took a long time to answer the following words: "...Let me take you to the new guest room."

The deadlocked atmosphere in the room was swept away, Ji Chaoyun pushed Feng Qi away and stood up, quickly said: "I've tried it, let's go."

"Chaoyun..." Feng Qi subconsciously reached out to pull him, but Ji Chaoyun avoided him sideways.

Ji Chaoyun: "Sorry, I..."

He didn't finish his sentence, he didn't dare to look at the people beside him, and walked towards the door.Before walking out of the room, Ji Chaoyun paused slightly, as if he wanted to look back at Feng Qi.

But he didn't move in the end, just closed his eyes and left the tree house quickly.

After leaving the tree house, Ji Chaoyun kept his expression cold and didn't say a word.Ah Feng tried to strike up a conversation with Ji Chaoyun several times, but he shrank back because of the ice-cold expression on his face.

The residence arranged for Ji Chaoyun is on a nearby branch, not far from the original tree house.A Feng quickly brought Ji Chaoyun to the place, just opened the door, but saw the old patriarch sitting inside.

A Feng hurriedly bowed to the old patriarch: "Grandpa patriarch."

The old patriarch smiled and waved his hands: "Ayi, let's go out first, I will talk to Chaoyun."

"I'm not Ah Yi..." Ah Feng muttered in a low voice, turned and left.

Ji Chaoyun watched him leave, closed the door, and walked to the old patriarch: "The patriarch has something to do with me?"

"Hold out your hand, I'll give you something good." The old patriarch reached into his arms to search for a moment, and took out a pair of bracelets woven from tree vines.He took Ji Zhaoyun's hand, put one of them on his wrist, and said, "This thing is woven from banyan tree vines, and it has the power of our banyan tree clan's guardian tree spirits, and it can protect lovers from getting married in the end. For life."

Ji Zhaoyun's expression froze.

The vines were extraordinarily delicately woven, and the dark vines were tied around Ji Zhaoyun's wrist, which made his wrist more slender and fairer.

But Ji Zhaoyun felt that the object seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and the weight on his heart almost made him breathless: "Patriarch, in fact, we..."

The old patriarch didn't pay attention to his words, he took Ji Chaoyun's hand, looked back and forth, more and more satisfied: "I should have waited until two days later, when you were all gifted under the banyan tree, to give it to you, but I couldn't wait. This other one I'll give it to you too, when the time comes, you can put it on your husband yourself, okay?"

The old patriarch stuffed another bracelet into Ji Chaoyun's hands, and said to himself: "This item is usually given by parents and elders. I only have two pairs here. One is for A Xun, and the other is for you. According to the legend of the banyan tree tribe, as long as two people wear this thing, they will be bound by the tree spirit and will never be separated again—”

Ji Chaoyun suddenly pulled out his hand.

The old patriarch looked up at him suspiciously: "What's wrong?"

Ji Zhaoyun looked at the haggard and old face of the old patriarch, his throat was dry, and he couldn't say a word.

The Yaozu can maintain a youthful appearance for a long time, but their lifespan is limited. When the Yaodan starts to fail, they will age faster than ordinary people.He and the old patriarch had only seen each other for five short years, but the other party had become almost unrecognizable to him.

Ji Zhaoyun looked away and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm just...a little tired."

"That's it." The old patriarch nodded understandingly, and said gently, "I'm going to be busy with the wedding ceremony these days, so I'm going to be a little tired. Take a break, I won't bother you anymore."

"Patriarch..."

"It's okay." The old patriarch interrupted him softly, "I just brought you this thing. Now that it's delivered, I'll leave first. You have a good rest, and I'll come to see you again some other day."

After he finished speaking, before Ji Chaoyun could say anything, he walked out of the room with his bamboo stick.

The door was closed again, and Ji Chaoyun stood alone, unable to see his expression clearly with his downcast eyes.After a while, he took off the bracelet worn by the old patriarch, and put it back on the table together with the other bracelet in his hand.

The sky outside had completely darkened, he turned off the spiritual lamp in the house, groped his way back to the bed in the darkness, put his clothes on and lay down.

Ji Zhaoyun curled up and looked out of the window.Through the window coffin and the dense branches and leaves of the banyan tree, you can just see the tree house where he used to live.

The spiritual lamp in the tree house in the distance stayed on all night, Ji Zhaoyun didn't move, just stared at it all night.

Because the newlyweds of the Banyan Tree Clan cannot meet each other before they get married, Ji Chaoyun hasn't seen Feng Qi for the remaining two days.

Soon came the wedding day.

In the early morning of this day, Ji Zhaoyun was called up by his clansmen early in the morning to dress up, and then he was taken under the banyan tree.

The appearance under the banyan tree has completely changed.

Hundreds of flowers are in full bloom on the grass, and the path full of flowers leads to the banyan tree.The countless stems hanging down from the banyan tree are also covered with flowers, mixed with the rich fragrance of hundreds of flowers, and the petals are blown off by the wind.

Feng Qi stood at the end of the path with a natural expression, and when he met Ji Zhaoyun's gaze, he even smiled slightly at him.

It was as if nothing had happened that night.

He didn't know how much effort he had to persuade the tribe to change the wedding dress into a normal style similar to Ji Chaoyun's.The bright red wedding dress was worn on him, outlining a tall and slender figure, which was particularly outstanding.

Ji Zhaoyun had never seen someone who could dress red so well, so good-looking... that one couldn't bear to look away.

Feng Qi is the kind of person who will never be annihilated in the crowd.No matter when and where, no matter how he is dressed, he is always the most dazzling one, and anyone will be eclipsed in front of him.

Ji Chaoyun was led along a long path and came to Feng Qi.

Feng Qi has been watching him seriously all the time, never taking his eyes off for a moment.

"You are so pretty." Feng Qi said softly.

He raised his hand towards Ji Chaoyun, as if he wanted to touch his face.But Ji Chaoyun turned his head away.

Feng Qi's hand froze in the air, and he retracted it calmly.

The wedding ceremony officially started, and the official who presided over the ceremony stood in front of him and said something, but Ji Zhaoyun didn't listen to a word.Feng Qi was beside him, he could see it as long as he tilted his head, but he felt that the distance between them was unprecedentedly far.

After an unknown amount of time, Si Li's voice suddenly stopped.

Ji Zhaoyun raised his head belatedly, only to find that everyone was looking at him, and a clansman beside him whispered, "It's time for the newcomer to worship the banyan tree."

The wedding ceremony of the banyan tree tribe is held under the banyan tree, and the newlyweds must bow down to the banyan tree three times before it is considered a ceremony.

Worship the banyan tree...

Ji Zhaoyun looked up at the tall crown of the banyan tree. The banyan fruit on the tree shone with crystal light, and the petals adorning the stems fell beside them. Pairs of eager eyes watched them, waiting for his next reaction.

Not far from the two of them, the old patriarch was sitting on a wicker chair with his usual gentle smile on his face.

This is not true.

Just for show, not real.

Ji Zhaoyun said this to himself in his heart, looked away, and knelt down.

A salute.

The two leaned down at the same time.

Two thanks.

Ji Zhaoyun closed his eyes, his eyelashes trembling imperceptibly.

Three prayers.

The clansman in charge of the ceremonies said three obeisances, but the two people under the banyan tree did not move.

Feng Qi tilted his head to look at Ji Chaoyun, the latter's back was straight, his eyes were downcast, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Feng Qi sighed imperceptibly, and was about to call for a stop, when Ji Chaoyun suddenly grabbed his wrist and got up.

"?"

Ji Zhaoyun's eyes were red, and he couldn't help but pull Feng Qi to go out: "I have a few words to tell you, come with me."

The Banyan Tree Clan has never encountered a newcomer who suddenly ran away during the ceremony, and was in a mess for a while, even Ji Chaoyun pulled Feng Qi through the crowd and forgot to stop him.

In the panic, only the old patriarch held Ji Xun, and said slowly, "Let them go. Young people, just speak up and don't disturb them."

Ji Xun was startled: "Grandpa, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean?" The old patriarch looked up at him blankly, then turned his head to look at the panicked crowd, and said angrily, "What are you doing, the auspicious time is coming soon, why don't you hurry up and get ready?"

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