moonlit night

The sound of wind and snow outside the house became more and more urgent, but inside the acacia tent inside the house, the first spring had just bloomed.

Yue Qingchen sank on his back in the soft pillow, his brows were furrowed, beads of sweat rolled down his slender neck like a lotus root from time to time, while the young man above him was in messy clothes, his eyes were only fixed on the gorgeous face of the person below him On the ground, no matter how the body moves, it will not move away, as if admiring the most moving scenery in the world.

People in the world say that it is a blissful thing in the world to see a mandarin duck tent upside down, and the feeling is so ecstatic that even a god would never change it.

Ever since the first intense sexual encounter, although Jun Changye really knows the taste, he still cherishes the opponent's body. He hasn't crossed the thunder pool for nearly half a month. Dare to go up again.

For this lingering relationship, he has prepared more anti-injury and lubricating things such as grease, and the ups and downs are extremely gentle, but this is so, for Yue Qingchen, it can only bring deeper pain and humiliation.

There was a buzzing in the ear, just like a strong wind blowing outside the window, destroying the remaining sanity like a shattering.With eyes half closed, Yue Qingchen only felt like a fallen leaf bumping in the wind, with nothing to fall around, and could only fall and fall with the wind, until one foot stepped on the air and completely fell into the sunken sky. In the abyss.

At the end of the day, Jun Changye loved and hated him for his silent appearance even when he was in love, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he leaned forward and took a bite on Yue Qingchen's lips. It was out of proportion, but it was much more intense than the beginning, as if he wanted him to scream out on purpose.

After all, it can be regarded as a sign of consciousness being conquered for a moment, rather than staying out of it quietly.

But he was born unwilling to let him do what he wanted.

After the last violent turbulence, Yue Qingchen closed his eyes and calmed down for a long time, until Jun Changye thought he was exhausted to the extreme and had already fallen into a deep sleep. He was about to get out of bed and hug him to take a bath, so he opened his mouth in a hoarse voice:

"Are you satisfied?"

There was a slight sarcasm in the words.

Jun Changye hugged his hand for a while, but smiled, and asked the wrong answer: "How does Master feel this time?"

Yue Qingchen slowly opened his eyes, the deep indifference in the eyes that were smudged by the water mist was still deep and indifferent, as if he had never been contaminated with pornography.

Seeing him like this, Jun Changye suddenly let go, and let the person in his arms fall back to the bed again. Seeing Yue Qingchen's brows congealed because of the tearing pain of his penis, he stepped forward and pinched his chin, forcing the other party to He raised his head, then condescended, and said coldly:

"Master, if you felt the pain just now, you can say it out. The apprentice will be gentler because you feel sorry for you. But when you abolished my cultivation base and killed my father with the Frost and Cold Sword, did you think about it?" But will I feel pain, and will he feel pain? Do not do to others what you don’t want yourself to do to yourself. Master is well-read, but why doesn’t he even understand this truth?”

Yue Qingchen looked up into his eyes, and asked word by word: "Since you hate me so much, why don't you do it?"

At this moment, he looked very bright with his head up, with peach blossoms looming on his shoulders, and Jun Changye lowered his head, so that he could just look down from his white jade-like chest and see the spring all the way.

The young Qimeng who once wanted to say it, tried to blurt out his love and longing yearning several times, but now it is even more difficult to say it through the hatred stained with the blood of his loved ones.

He actually asked himself why he didn't kill him.

"Do it?" Jun Changye repeated it slowly, as if he was talking to himself: "If I kill you, I can calm down my heart, why bother to make trouble like this."

Yue Qingchen's eyes dimmed slightly, but he covered his mouth and coughed lowly, and said: "If you do this, you can kill two birds with one stone. You can break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop and humiliate the enemy. You must know that death is easy, but life is difficult. Now I Not being able to survive and not being able to die is indeed no less than ten times better than simply using a knife... "

He gasped for a moment, then continued:

"The devil's abacus is really shrewd, admiration, admiration."

Hearing what he said, Jun Changye felt his chest congested and the pain in his heart was sharp. He let go of the hand holding Yue Qingchen's chin, got up and stood by the bed, but seemed to calm down all of a sudden, only looking at Yue Qingchen. Said: "At this point, I will give you two choices, you should think about it carefully."

Before he finished speaking, he pressed his fingers somewhere next to him, and after a slight tremor above his head, a huge golden cage descended out of thin air.

The cage is entirely made of pure gold, five times the size of an ordinary birdcage, and inside the cage are all kinds of sweet springs and millet, with phoenix trees as the perch and white sage as the nest, like a dream, with richness everywhere grand.

But if you look more carefully, you will find that the entire birdcage is composed of one large and one small, and on the right side of this huge golden cage, it is connected to a very inconspicuous small iron cage.But the small door between the two cages can only be opened by people from the outside.

There was nothing in the iron cage except for a dying little yellow bird.

"This bird is called the Young Master in Golden Clothes. I heard people say that it has a melodious singing voice, graceful and moving. If it is well cared for, it will be able to hear fairy music every day.

Do you want it dead, or alive? "

The oriole's breath was sluggish, and it seemed that its life would not be long. If it was trapped in an iron cage for a long time, without water and food, within three days, it would surely die of exhaustion.

But if he really entered the golden cage, he would become a canary raised by others. Although he was well-clothed and well-fed, he could only listen to people's orders all his life, singing for other people's preferences every day.

In fact, neither the golden cage nor the iron cage is allowed to be free. The difference is that for the yellow bird, it is much better to survive in a golden cage than to die of hunger and cold in an iron cage.

Is the word freedom really more important than life?

Not free, or rather die.

But what if there were two other heavy lives on top of this golden cage?

It is said that the ruthless are the most carefree, even the first step in cultivating the Tao is to cultivate the mind, requiring those who cultivate the Tao to cut off the seven emotions and six desires, and the world of mortals. the ruthless?

Yue Qingchen stared at the oriole for a long time, not even knowing when Jun Changye left, until a gentle female voice sounded outside the door, she straightened her messy clothes, got up and opened half of the curtains .

I found that the snow outside the house had stopped at some point.

"My lord, it's time, please take the medicine first."

But it wasn't Nan Zhen's voice.

Yue Qingchen ignored it, and just paced to the window, because her legs were still weak, she simply sat on the ground, her gaze was deep and far away, looking at the vast expanse of white snow between the sky and the earth.

This place is secluded and secluded, and there are few people around. At this moment, there is no shadow of any living things. The breeze blows by, only the sound of pine waves bursting in the courtyard, and the shadows of plum blossoms.

There is a clear hot spring not far away. The wall of the pool is in the shape of a crescent moon and is surrounded by a row of screens. It is believed that it was enclosed in the house when it was originally designed, just for the convenience of bathing.

It's really a good place to hide your beauty in a golden house.

The strange maid outside the door didn't respond for a long time, but she didn't rush, and just continued softly:

"My lord, there are freshly transplanted plum trees and pines and cypresses in the courtyard. His lord knows that you like them, so he specially found them from all over Kyushu and planted them in the courtyard. They are the most rare tree species, and they can be admired everywhere in the house. Waiting for you I am in good health..."

"Where's Nan Zhen?"

"Sister Nan Zhen has been overworked recently, and her body is not very refreshed. Your Majesty is considerate and has already asked her to rest. I will take over for the time being. After my sister rests, I can come to serve you in the evening."

"Go get some jars of wine."

A faint voice sounded from inside.

The maid was startled, but she was also clever. Seeing that he wanted to let go, she immediately trotted all the way to report back with the medicine bowl, and soon brought a few pots of good wine over, placed them on a tray at the door, respectfully road:

"My lord, the wine has been placed outside the door, and the servant will leave first."

After finishing speaking, she didn't dare to stay any longer, she just stepped back far away, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when the people inside took all the jugs in, and continued to be the doorpost quietly.

Yue Qingchen quickly removed all the clothes on his body, and stepped into the Wangqing Pool. He leaned against the wall of the pool and immersed himself in it. His body was cold, but under the gentle infiltration of hot spring water, he quickly warmed up. up.

In fact, one who has cultivated to the stage of Mahayana does not need to use water to cleanse the body. Even if one is born clean, one only needs a small spell to restore it to its original state.

But now, Yue Qingchen feels that it can't be cleaned by magic alone.

He tossed and tossed all night last night. He was already weak and weak, and after soaking in the water for a long time, he felt that his eyes were getting darker, so he picked up a jug of wine and poured it on his head, letting the spicy wine flow into the pool along his wet hair. It quickly followed the throat and penetrated into the internal organs.

The mellow wine smell was steamed by the hot air in the pool, and quickly went up to the head. In a daze, Yue Qingchen only felt his body slipping down involuntarily, but he didn't stop it, allowing himself to slowly sink to the bottom of the pool.

Water flooded in from the mouth and nose all of a sudden, but Yue Qingchen didn't feel the pain, and the past with Jun Changye was like a bubble, emerging from the bottom of his heart to his eyes.

Watch him go from being quiet and introverted to being moody now.

All beings are suffering.

Jun Changye lowered his eyes and quietly looked at the crystal coffin on the right. The eyes of the woman in the coffin were closed, her skin was creamy, her eyebrows were like black feathers, and a blooming apricot blossom was pinned to her temple.

The seven black star chains extend from seven directions, tightly wrapping the coffin in the middle. If someone looks at it from a distance, they will think it looks like a huge iron chrysalis, or a giant spider with seven legs. Suddenly a gust of wind blew by, and the iron chains rustled, echoing in the empty valley, as if everywhere.

Jun Changye stood beside the iron chrysalis for a long time, then suddenly stretched out his hand, waved it slightly above the woman's face, and traced her outline bit by bit.

It turned out that those people who said that he looked a lot like her were not entirely false.

"mother."

He called out in a low voice, his expression became a little dazed, he looked around, but only heard the rustling wind in the valley.

The rest is Jun Changye's soliloquy broken in the wind.

"You said, would he be willing to follow me?"

"If he would rather die than look me in the eye again, what should I do?"

"What would you do if you were me?"

The only response to him was still Gu Nei's weeping whispers.

Jun Changye laughed like a self-deprecating, as if he felt that he was very unreasonable, and softly said to Su Xihe who was sleeping peacefully in the coffin:

"I shouldn't ask you. You never need to think about such a question."

After finishing his speech, he withdrew his hand and walked down the altar slowly. When he reached the entrance of the valley, he happened to see a maid who was forced by the strong wind in the valley to dare not enter, and she was running around in a hurry outside. Then he ran forward, knelt on the ground and hurriedly said:

"Your Majesty, the young master invites you to go over and talk about it."