Blue Fall, Yellow Spring and Jun Sui

"Yes." Fang Jungan will definitely come back sooner.

Hearing Fang Junqian's heavy reply, Xiao Qingyu stopped talking, lowered his eyes, and raised his pen.

Fang Junqian watched Wushuang's hand pen sprinting away. This hand was small and delicate, and five white half-moon marks faintly appeared on the nails of Qianqian's five fingers.

These hands are like a woman's catkin, and more like a man's.

Such hands give people a sense of power that is stubborn, ruthless, domineering, tyrannical, uncompromising, and rebellious.

Although the hands are delicate, the bones and fingers are distinct, and the movement and stillness are all wind and cloud.

If these hands are gently clenched, it seems that the whole world is under control.

This hand is fighting for time with "Huang Quan Bi Luo", and no one will let anyone else.

"After winter, the peach blossoms are about to bloom." Wushuang raised her head and said softly, "I... I'm afraid I won't see the peach blossoms this year."

Fang Junqian clenched his fists tightly, his heart ached like twists.

Yes, Qingyu, Fang Junqian will let you see this year's peach blossoms, next year's, and every year in the future.

Xiao Qingyu looked at his bewildered expression, put down his pen, and pulled his sleeve with his fingers.

"Fang Jun."

"I'm here."

"It's nothing, it's late at night...I want to rest."

Fang Junqian stretched out his hand to hug Wushuang, but just as he touched him, he heard the man breathe in.

Huanyu Emperor was so frightened that he quickly withdrew his hand and stared at Wushuang, at a loss.

Wushuang looked at his panicked face and wanted to laugh, and then wanted to cry after laughing.

"I'm fine, help me to rest."

Fang Jun closed his eyes dryly, locked the moisture that was about to overflow from his eye sockets, picked up Xiao Qingyu horizontally, turned around two steps, and gently placed Xiao Qingyu on the couch.

Wushuang lay quietly on the couch.

"Fang Junqian, how about you read a piece of Buddhist scriptures?"

In the dream, I don't know that I am a guest.

Time stopped in Fang Junqian's magnetic and soothing voice.

Xiao Qingyu finally fell into a deep sleep.

Fang Junqian stroked Xiao Qingyu's long hair scattered on the pillow, his heart ached like a knife.

Fang Junqian tucked up the quilt for him, got up, and walked out the door.

"Where is 84 Yunqi?"

"Your Majesty." Yun Huo came out of the dark, knelt down on one knee, and saluted Emperor Huanyu.

"I have something to go out for a few days, please remember, if the young master asks, he will say that I personally conquered Xiongye.

Also, take good care of Qingyu, besides 84 Yunqi, arrange more shadow guards to protect Qingyu.You, Shenghu, you old friends from Bafang City should go to accompany him more often, as well as people Qingyu knows, invite as many guests as possible to the small building, so as not to make Qingyu too lonely.However, with little friend Zhang, Qingyu should be very happy, Uncle Lao..." Thinking about the years when Bafangcheng and Zhang Jinya bickered and flirted, Fang Jungan had a slight smile on his lips, Qingyu at that time, and himself at that time, were so happy Extreme.

"Yes, Yunhuo obeys." Yunhuo saluted Fang Junqian, then turned to hide.

Qingyu, Fang Jun will let you see peach blossoms every year.

Under the Endless Cliff, Qingcheng Pavilion.

Inside the house, the candles were flickering, and there were wisps of smoke from the incense burner.

The woman was lying quietly on the imperial concubine's couch, wearing a long moon white dress, gently wrapped around her waist with a silver soft cigarette, and a few mandala flowers were embroidered layer by layer with silver thread on the edge of the skirt. Flower, a head of blue hair tied up only with a pearl-colored wide ribbon, the whole person exudes a fairy-like aura, as light and erratic as a gust of wind, without any concealment of laziness.

The muscles are as firm as fat, and the air is like blue orchids. The half-covered veil reveals only the forehead and clear eyes, and the coldness and alienation between the eyebrows and eyes are not concealed at all.

The woman held a copy of the "Prajna Sutra" in her slender hands, and flipped the pages lightly with her white jade-like fingers.

The door opened with a "squeak -" and a man walked in, dressed in black and strong, with no restraint in his body.

"Master." The man said in a soft but respectful voice.

"En. Did you find out?" The vermilion lips under the veil were slightly parted, and the cold voice made people tremble unknowingly.

"We've found out, Huanyu Emperor should be able to reach Endless Cliff within three days."

"Well, pass an order that only half of the formations will be left around the Qingcheng Pavilion, and no one can stop the Huanyu Emperor when they see it."

"Yes."

"Also, there is only one plant of Jinqiantan blooming under Endless Cliff, and the rest are carefully picked and preserved, and sent to Qiqi."

"Yes" the man always said only one word.

"Sister Cheng—" A soft voice suddenly came from outside.

The man opened the door wisely, bowed to the visitor, and then stepped back.

A girl about eighteen or nineteen years old came in. The woman was wearing a light blue fairy dress with wide sleeves, revealing a graceful neck and clearly visible collarbone. Three thousand blue hairs were scattered, and she was wearing a lake blue opal hairpin. With no makeup applied on her face, her cheeks were filled with two touches of pretty carmine due to her running, making her whole body look like a butterfly fluttering in the wind.

"Qiqi, why are you here at this time?" The woman lying on the chair saw the person, closed the scriptures in her hand, got up, and fixed her eyes on the woman in front of her.

I saw the woman in front of me sitting down on her own, picked up the tea on the table and leaned forward, then said to the person on the couch, "Sister Cheng, I haven't seen you for a few days, do you miss me?"

After finishing speaking, regardless of what the woman in front of her was thinking, she continued: "Sister Cheng must have missed me, she must have missed me to death, didn't I hear Sister Cheng's heartfelt voice, and came to accompany Sister Cheng non-stop."

"Stop." The woman on the couch couldn't help it anymore: "It's just been a few days, and besides, you live next door to me."

The female character pursed her mouth, and answered casually, "Didn't you go out for something..."

As if thinking of something again, the woman's bright eyes flickered again, "Sister Cheng, when are you going out to play? Let me tell you, it's fun outside, there are candied haws, haw jelly,,,"

"Yang Qicheng, what else do you remember besides eating?" The woman on the bed raised her eyebrows slightly, and looked at Qicheng: "In a few days, let's go out together."