Ming Yu

When Jun Wulei woke up, his whole body seemed to be falling apart, without any strength at all.He tried to move his body, and his lower body hurt a little, but it didn't have the burning sensation of tearing before. It seemed that it had been carefully cleaned and the medicine had been applied.

He was the only one on the huge bed, and the breath around him was cold, obviously that person had been away for a long time.Jun Wulei wanted to stand up, but found that his hands were weak, and his top-heavy was extremely light, so he simply didn't try to be brave, and fell back on the bed as soon as he relaxed, staring at the blossoming ceiling in a daze in a sprawling posture——

The man's knuckle fingers, deep and charming eyebrows, and the suffocating feeling of being wrapped around his chest, the fiery breath came from his white jade-like skin, and the pleasure that came like a flood rushed into his limbs and bones, Like a runaway wild horse, it caused waves in his heart...

The past month seemed like a dream, he never thought that he would get Mingyu's passionate lingering in exchange for his one initiative to show affection, and he would be ecstatic all night long!

Jun Wulei scratched her hair angrily, remembering that she was recruited into the Chalcedony Palace by Mingyu two months ago, and she never left.During the day, when I was bored, I tossed the Demon King's Chalcedony Palace into a frenzy, and at night, I endured all the enthusiasm given by Mingyu, and enjoyed the pinnacle of body and soul.

He was really exhausted these days, his body was tired, and his heart was even more tired. These days, messy things were intertwined in his mind, and he became more and more confused.The longer he stayed with that person, the less he could see that person clearly.

Mingyu has an ambiguous attitude towards him, and when getting along with him, she is affectionate and teasing. She always looks at him with a slight mockery and a slight frivolity, but under the night, the warmth left by her fingertips on him So real again.

Whenever Jun Wulei showed a bewildered expression, Mingyu would always stop and look at him, stroke his back with both hands, lightly fiddle with his wet and soft hair, kiss gently without desire, Over and over again, with some cherish and careful curry favor, it made him feel like Mingyu really fell in love with him.

It's just that when you feel that his eyes have already settled on you, and you can touch his heart by gently stretching out your hand, he turns around and walks away without nostalgia.Sometimes, Jun Wulei would think that the gentleness he gave himself on the battlefield was the ultimate, and it was also a sharp knife that could hurt people the most.

He was sensitively aware of a little change in his heart, but he was powerless to resist, let alone resist, a heart gradually out of his control, and now the development of things was a bit beyond his expectation, and everything was moving towards an unpredictable direction. direction to go.

At this time, there was a familiar sound of footsteps outside the door, and as expected, a steaming handkerchief was stuck to his face, Jun Wulei didn't even lift his eyelids, but the other party's rude wiping still made him feel uncomfortable. He couldn't help humming.

"My dear Qi'er, take it easy, you've almost wiped off a layer of my skin."

Who knew it would be better if he didn't say anything, but if he said it, he would increase the strength in the opponent's hand, it didn't look like he was serving his clean face, but it was like rubbing a wooden stake.All the tiredness was wiped away now, Jun Wulei stretched out his hand to hold down the raging hand on his face, and opened his eyes helplessly.

I saw a young man standing beside the bed, his light-yellow robe complemented his fair skin and delicate face, his hair bun was combed into a bunch of small bamboo shoots on the back of his head, his body was still young, this man was Chalcedony Palace The chief servant, who is the head of the ten permanent servants, has been with Mingyu for many years, and has become the chief steward of the demon king at a young age. Even the masters of the palaces and pavilions in the Seventh Layer Region respect him three-pointed.

"I don't dare, the protector is too serious." Xue Qi lowered her body respectfully, and took back the handkerchief in her hand: "It's just that it's getting late, and I dare to ask the protector to wash up and have a meal, otherwise it's too late to eat. The body is useless."

Xue Qi's words were neither salty nor bland, and her gesture was very respectful, but he couldn't resist at all.Jun Wulei was not annoyed, he still kept his posture stretched all over the place, howling like a pig waiting to be slaughtered: "Good Qier, it's not that I don't want to get up, but I really can't get up, nothing else, just This ass really hurts, why don't you be kind and give me a hand?"

She probably got used to Jun Wulei's rascal attitude, Xue Qi helped him up from the bed with a cold face, and began to change his clothes very skillfully.Enjoying the service from the young man, Jun Wulei was also happy and relaxed, and simply let him be at his mercy like a puppet, coupled with the increasingly fierce offensive against Mingyu in recent nights, he really couldn't take it anymore, his whole body was sore and painful .

After washing up, Jun Wulei sat in front of the bronze mirror and asked Xue Qi to tie his hair. It is inconvenient to describe the process in detail.In fact, even Jun Wulei himself didn't know when he offended this ancestor, since the day he stepped into the Chalcedony Palace, this little ancestor has never given him a good face, whether it is hot tea or food He is so vegetarian that he can't even see the slightest bit of meat, and he will disturb him several times when he takes a good nap. He doesn't give toilet paper when he goes to the latrine, and he always knocks over the inkstone when he is practicing calligraphy and painting. A whole body of pig hair was scalded!

Not being able to get along with your "parents" is the worst thing that can happen.But he and Xueqi had no grievances, and he didn't know how he offended this little ancestor.

I remember that the first time we met was in the morning after Mingyu turned the clouds and rained. At that time, one was lying on the bed and the other was standing under the bed, with a hot face on her cold ass.

Jun Wulei really couldn't figure out why this well-behaved young man in front of Mingyu would be so cruel to himself.How about the feeling?It doesn’t seem like you have a grudge against yourself, but it seems like you want to express your grievances for someone. The method is naive but not insidious. It is so difficult to pass, and there is no need to dig into the horns alone.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Jun Wulei was so "served" by Xue Qi that his teeth were cracked, his face was wrinkled into a bitter bun, and his hair was pulled, pulled several times, pulled several times, and broken several times. Gen, it took several rounds of martial arts to comb his hair. He breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes fell on the mirror inadvertently, and he was suddenly in a trance for a moment.

The person in the mirror has a handsome face with sharp edges and corners, and the slightly round face when he was a teenager has also elongated a lot; the facial features are still the same as before, the eyes are still the eyes, the nose is the same nose, but when they are combined together, they become extraordinarily eye-catching. Full of agility, like a swaying epiphyllum blooming with dazzling brilliance, the whole person seems to have transformed suddenly, exuding unprecedented tension, and the temperament is more and more exposed!

Jun Wulei picked out his ears, and the person in the mirror also picked out his ears, he picked his nostrils, and the person on the opposite side followed suit, and the face in the mirror made all kinds of obscene and funny faces. It's ridiculous.Standing behind him, Xue Qi couldn't help but rolled her eyes in her heart, looking at the self-satisfied guy with an idiotic gaze.

The porridge and side dishes are also sweet and delicious. Of course, if you can ignore the salty pickles and the bitter Longyan Kuding tea on the table, it is really good.After using up breakfast, Jun Wulei felt that all internal organs had been warmly ironed. It was extremely comfortable and full of energy. He went to the yard and took a stride. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven started morning exercise.

Strange to say, ever since he was inexplicably thrown out of Yan Sha's Illusion by that wicked woman, on a certain day a few years ago, he found that he was a little different from the past.First, spiritual power gradually gathered in the originally empty dantian, and as he grew older, it became more and more pure and thick. Recently, it has been pouring from his limbs like a flood. .Now he has to exercise for three hours a day to absorb this unusually powerful force, if he lets it run amok in his body, he will be hit by it so that his blood will burst and his body will explode.

Next, is his appearance. If it wasn't for Zhu Shou's teasing that day, he probably wouldn't have noticed this change at all. To be precise, it should be his temperament, which is completely different from the past. The girl was forced to drink the bowl of decoction decoction brewed from the fruit of "Crystal Sangyu" with a faint fragrance, and then it gradually revealed.

Jun Wulei has always been puzzled by Yu Nu's attitude towards him, and has been changing tricks to keep him from getting better, causing him to suffer a lot, either by steaming the boiler, injecting poisonous needles, or feeding him hot Coptis chinensis cake.But just one year after he arrived in Yansha Fantasyland, that wicked woman actually fed herself with the treasure of the town, the fruit of "Crystal Sangyu", the most famous holy medicine in the Three Realms. It was like forcing monks to eat meat and nuns stealing men Just as puzzling.

But it would be useless to expect Jun Wulei to figure out such a profound question by patting his head, so he just went through his head a little symbolically twice before kicking his legs with a white flag. That's really stupid. As for the other party's intentions and motives, he didn't bother to think about it.

What's more, the anti-sacred medicine has been stored for thousands of years, and I don't know if it will expire, it will be unhygienic, and I don't know if it is poisonous or if it will have side effects.Hey, anyway, the big deal is a head, a life, whoever has the ability to take it.

After finishing the morning class, the spiritual power seemed to be energized after a week of running in the body. Jun Wulei took the silk scarf handed over by Xue Qi and cleaned his hands. He went back to the house to take a bath, changed his clothes, and planned to go out for a walk.

Not long after walking, a wide river appeared in front of his eyes. The gurgling stream flowed in front of him with waves, and the green shades on both sides were covered with unknown wild flowers. Clusters of elegant and clean flowers came into view, as if A sea of ​​flowers, refreshing fragrance flows in the air, inexplicably calming down all restless emotions.

This beautiful scenery is undoubtedly created by a high-level illusion, and it can change with the mood of the caster. To put it bluntly, as long as the caster is willing, even if the sky is clear and the sun is shining brightly, or the mountain torrents are pouring and the wind is blowing Between his thoughts.The one who can use such a high-level illusion in the Chalcedony Palace, if you think about it with your toes, it will only be that one person.But shouldn't the demon king discuss matters in the main hall now? Why would he stay in the palace?

Jun Wulei looked around, and sure enough, he saw the demon king's personal soldiers guarding in the distance, surrounding a forest in front of him, so the guess in his heart was basically the same, he turned to look at Xue Qi: "Why is Mingyu here? Shouldn't he be discussing matters with the elders in the cabinet?"

Xueqi has a small face, and Jun Wulei finds the stereotyped appearance of young and old very interesting. He first salutes himself, and said in a low voice: "Responding to my lord's words, the lord did not go to the hall to discuss matters. Today is the lord's first meeting." On the anniversary of the death of an old man, Young Master Mo followed the Lord to worship the old man early in the morning, and now he is resting with the Lord in the forest in front of him."

"An old friend, who is it?" Jun Wulei raised his eyebrows, could it be Hua Feibai, he cursed in his heart.

"Forgive me for not knowing." Xue Qi lowered her brows and eyes, her tone was still clear and cold.

Knowing that it was impossible to ask, Jun Wulei simply stopped asking, but for some reason, he felt a little strange when he heard the word 'old friend'.He looked up at the forest in the distance, and with a thought, he walked over.

Bypassing the burly personal soldiers, Jun Wulei hid his figure behind a jagged rock, and from his angle, he could clearly see the two figures under the huge peach blossom tree...

The huge peach-red canopy covers the clouds and the sun, covering the two of them like a mass of rich red clouds. The curved branches stretch out as if they have life themselves, and the lush flower branches are bent so that their heads hang down. Some fell into the soil and formed twigs with the ground.

Dressed in a beautiful and eye-catching peacock blue, Young Mo sat under a tree and played the piano, with a graceful figure, smooth movements, plucking the strings with a rotating shaft, picking and twisting gently, and his gestures were full of unconcealable affection.

He raised his eyebrows and lowered his eyes, opened his lips lightly, his clean voice flowed quietly amidst the sound of string music, his amber eyes were slightly raised, and a song "Inviting Soul" came out, every word and every word was sung in a mellow and lingering manner, The wind also lingers, and the water swirls.

After a while, I only heard a low groan coming from under the tree, singing ancient sacrificial ballads to the beat, different from Young Mo's gentle singing, but the sad tone slipped out from the tip of the tongue, like a pool of aged wine, With unresolved bitterness, distant.

Youmo, who was playing the piano with his head down, suddenly raised his eyes, and looked at the person coming from under the tree with burning eyes. His eyes were slightly wet, and his fingering was messed up, and he played a few syllables wrong.

When the wind blew up, the bright red petals were sucked into the shattered vortex like snowflakes, and fell one after another, hitting people's faces randomly, and the beating people couldn't open their eyes.The man under the tree was only wearing a black silk singlet, with wide sleeves and open collar, black hair and snow skin, in the sea of ​​flowers blooming all over the sky, he did not look like a real person.

Mingyu came walking on the flowers, her hair was disheveled and her feet were bare, her slender figure stood alone in the greenery, only that figure from the back was enough to stir people's hearts.Holding a bottle of white jade wine cup in his hand, he staggered towards Young Mo who was playing the piano. He seemed to be six or seven points drunk. Following the long sound of the piano, he said "Go back" and "Come on", Intermittent humming, with endless bleakness and desolation, poured out the ancient memory that disappeared in the long river of history.

He raised the wine cup in his hand, stepped on the dance steps, turned his head to the sky, his clothes were in the wind, and his black hair was flying.At the beginning, it was thin and sporadic, like a fragmented cloud thread in the sky. Gradually, the voice became high-pitched.

All the soldiers behind them got down on one knee, turned their backs to the sky, and sang the requiem in chorus, layer upon layer, and it was transmitted directly to the clouds.

Misty drizzle floats in the sky, falling from the clouds in threads, the rain and mist connect the sky and the earth, and there are crystal dewdrops rolling on the petals, which are sent into the wind and rain and dance with the rhythm.There was a burst of thunder in the sky, as if the gods had rang a chime bell from ancient times, and they walked slowly to the sound of drums, with elegant clothes, and the world was sad.

Mingyu's long hair was wet, and the water droplets were shining on the hair. The black silk clothes were soaked by the rain, and they were tightly attached to the body, outlining smooth lines.He raised his head and drank the fine wine in the cup, loosened his hand, and the empty bottle fell to the ground, shattering the glazed crystals, and the aftertaste lingered for a long time.

Behind him, Youmo's hand that had already left the string was hanging in mid-air, stretching towards the only black clothes in the solitary world, but never touched the corner of the man's clothes, as if it was an unattainable dream, and he couldn't bear to touch it. , and there is no intersection.

Mingyu took two steps forward with bare feet, like a stalk of black bamboo isolated in the rain, slowly raised his arms, and a string of dazzling red beans slipped from his fingertips, one after another, round and plump, delicate and charming Clear, being swept into the rain foam by the wind and turning into tears of lovesickness drop after drop, descending to the earth again, just like the sky.

Farewell to the wine cellar and light up the lanterns, knowing that my return date is bounded;

What is the koji rice in Yun'an today? Who is lonely and pity the empty cup of wine?

A song that evokes the soul, tears flow first without words, brocade books are hard to send, and people are thinner than yellow flowers.

People are hard to stay, dreams are hard to stay, time goes by, things change, people change, and the tears of the world of mortals begin to dry.

Jun Wulei was speechless for a long time, his chest felt like a stone was pressed, and there were bursts of stinging pain like a needle prick, he was so heavy that he couldn't breathe, he didn't even know how he left, his mind was in a mess, Can't calm down for a long time...

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