The Lotus Lantern is with you

Mo Chen was sitting beside Yang Jian's bed at this time. He thought about it all night and for a long time. He lost himself in the demons, and he didn't realize the problem with Yang Jian until now.

He already suspected that the poison on Yang Jian's body had something to do with Wu Chi, but he was even more suspicious of the emperor who was sitting in Yuqing Palace at this time.

He decided to talk to Chang'e in person. Since she was the one who poisoned her, she must know something. At this time, Mo Chen was extremely regretful. He was trapped by demons, and he was seriously injured, which delayed too many days. , Now, I just hope to find some clues.

Mo Chen kissed the man's forehead, and was about to get up to leave, but suddenly found that Yang Jian's eyelashes trembled, and his eyelids rolled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

He was so happy at the moment, he grabbed the man's hand and called his name softly.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes, as if he hadn't realized what was going on, a pair of confused black eyes met Mo Chen's.

Mo Chen was anxious, and called out again in a low voice. After a long time, Yang Jian's eyes gathered some complicated emotions.

"Shen?" Yang Jian squeezed his hand tightly.

Just this simple word made Mo Chen almost cry.He thought about it all night in the hall, but he didn't have any fear, but hearing this person's voice made him truly feel the pain in his heart.

"Ji!" Mo Chen hugged him fiercely, maybe he was too rational this night, and his heart was paralyzed by too many things, but now, the fear spread all over him, making him at a loss what to do, he just hugged him, "I'm sorry." I'm sorry." He said over and over again.

Yang Jian wrapped his arms around his waist with some difficulty, hugged him to his chest, and asked softly, "Why do you say that? You didn't feel sorry for me, but I..."

"No... I'm too capricious." Mo Chen bit his lower lip and said shamelessly, "I should have checked earlier, but I was trapped by resentment, and I didn't care about your feelings at all, let alone you. Poisonous. You stayed voluntarily, but I only know how to ask for your affection, I'm sorry, Jian."

"I should have found out earlier." Mo Chen said heartbroken, "It hurts. Whenever you touch me, your body hurts. Is it because of me?"

He is not a fool, he recovered his mind, and recalled many things that he had neglected before.

Yang Jian has always been good at forbearance, forbearance of his own feelings, forbearance of his own pain, even though he didn't show the slightest emotion, but whenever he touched him, this man would always shrink back a little. At first, Mo Chen was overwhelmed by joy. Dazed, he didn't notice this point, until last night, he suddenly discovered this subtle place.

Thinking of how much pain his touch would bring him, Mo Chen felt full of bitterness, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but was hugged vigorously by the other party.

"Jian!"

"Shen, you guessed right, every touch of yours is like a knife cut to me." It should be said that it is even worse than this.

Mo Chen lowered his eyes in despair, trying to break free from Yang Jian's arms, but was held down by the man's arms. He was slightly melancholy, but also seemed to be a kind of satisfaction.

"However, if I can't touch you, life would be worse than death." After Yang Jian finished speaking, he kissed the top of his head comfortingly.

Mo Chen's nose was sore, he grabbed his clothes tightly.

"Jian, I will definitely help you get rid of the poison. Today, I will go to Fairy Chang'e and I will definitely find a way to get rid of the poison."

"No!" Hearing this, Yang Jian said fearfully, "I won't allow you to find her."

Mo Chen was taken aback, not understanding why Yang Jian's reaction was so violent, could it be...

"Shen!" Fearing that he would misunderstand, Yang Jian explained, "Actually, Fairy Chang'e told me the whole truth a long time ago. She admitted that she personally injected this poison, but this poison is a strange poison from the Three Realms. There is no antidote."

"..." Mo Chen's heart began to turn sour.

Yang Jian put his head on his shoulder and said slowly, "Shen, you have fallen into a demon now, and you are an enemy of the heavens. If you go to the heavens again, will the enemy send you to your door? I don't have any wishes now, I just hope Get along with you more, create more memories, and live a stable life in the mortal world like this, okay..."

Mo Chen clenched his teeth and remained silent.

He didn't know how contradictory Yang Jian was in his heart. He didn't tell Mo Chen the truth because he was worried that he would find the Jade Emperor. Where he stood, Yang Jian didn't want Mo Chen to walk on that path because of him.

However, Feng Ling's earlier words made him more cautious. From Feng Ling's words, he could guess that Mo Chen after falling into the devil might deal a devastating blow to this world.Now, Mo Chen finally recovered his mind, and he didn't want to let him fall into the killing again.

Enemy against the sky, this road is too bitter.

He has experienced it before, losing too many people. Now, he has someone he wants to protect, and he doesn't want him to suffer any harm.

It can only be said that Yang Jian lost his memory and forgot that Mo Chen is the lord of one world, the lord of hell, so how could he be afraid of the Jade Emperor who is the ruler of the three worlds?With Mo Chen's character, it is even more impossible to allow the poison in Yang Jian's body to spread.

He hid the truth, but he didn't know that the eyes of the man in his arms were obscure.

"Shen, I don't know when the poison will kick in. Although you and I have been playing the piano and flute these days, it seems to have relieved a lot, but this can't completely detoxify after all. Maybe... tomorrow, maybe the next moment, the poison kicks in, and I Then I forgot about you again." Yang Jian begged, caressing his bloody red eyes.

"Stay by my side, don't worry about those things, and I'll let go of the affairs of the heavens, is that all right?" He could only use this method to dissuade Mo Chen from attacking the heavens.

Little did they know, hearing this, Mo Chen became even angrier, but also sadder.

He knew this man too well, and this man was too responsible. He once took over the Desire Realm, but he was the judicial deity of the Heaven Realm. Saying that now is tantamount to betraying the Heaven Realm.If it wasn't for him, how could he willingly let go of all responsibilities and leave a bad name for himself?

Mo Chen's mind was full of twists and turns, but he heard Yang Jian say again.

"Shen, even if I forget, I hope that when I open my eyes, the first person I see...is you, so that I can fall in love with you again." Yang Jian gently held his hand , printed a kiss on the lips.

Perhaps that gaze was too tender, and Mo Chen unconsciously fell into the tenderness of the other party, and agreed.

Yang Jian was satisfied, but he didn't expect that his full intentions would turn into bubbles after that incident happened.

Life is so precious, he just wants to be with him forever, how could he be willing to part, even for a moment, Mo Chen feels distressed.

He always felt that this day seemed to be stolen, and maybe the happy life would return to its original form in the next moment.

He began to pay attention to the festivals of the world. They celebrated the Lantern Festival together, went to the night market, performed the dragon and lion dance, and then flew kites together on the grassy March day. On Ching Ming Festival, they went to visit the graves of their parents. It was exceptionally quiet.

Sanshengmu and Liu Yanchang were always a thorn in his heart, it was painful when it was inserted into the heart, but when it was taken out, it was even more painful and blood flowed.

He paid homage to his parents, he knew that his father and mother's souls are now gone, they are really dead, and there will be no reincarnation for them in the Three Realms.It's just that, Mo Chen recalled his previous life, after his father died, his mother shed tears day and night, and then his father was reincarnated, but he was no longer the Liu Yanchang he used to be, with a beautiful wife and concubines to accompany him, having fun... Sheng Xiao.

Although they are dead now, they are the only one for each other. There is no afterlife, only this life.

Looking only at this life, Mo Chen looked at the man beside him, and suddenly understood why this man prevented him from going to the heavens, and how hard it must be to be with him for the rest of his life.

Mo Chen held Yang Jian's hand and spent every festival together, Dragon Boat Festival, Qixi Festival, Mid-Autumn Festival, New Year's Eve... He never let go.

It's just that the number of men comatose is becoming more and more frequent. From autumn to winter, the sky is full of snowflakes, covered in white.

Yang Jian's body is getting weaker and weaker. Although he is a god, he is extremely afraid of the cold. Now that the cold winter is coming, he is wrapped in a thick layer of cotton jacket.In the wooden house, the brazier was burning quietly. Mo Chen cast a spell to dispel the chill in the vicinity, but Yang Jian wanted to see the snow, so Mo Chen had no choice but to cancel his plan to drive away the snowflakes.

The moonlight outside the window was thick, and the snowflakes were flying, making a rustling sound, covering the entire Dongyuan in a white coat.

There is a peach blossom tree by the river, that tree was planted by Mo Chen and Yang Jian together, Mo Chen likes this tree very much, because when they were reborn again, they met in the peach forest, and the light peach blossom fragrance on the man was his. favorite.

At this time, Yang Jian walked out of the wooden house, wearing a white robe with a polar hem, scattered on the soft snow, and wearing a fluffy shawl, he walked slowly under the peach tree, stroking the trunk.

Mo Chen carried two pots of Nurhong, and when he returned to the yard, he saw a man with black hair and white clothes under the fallen peach tree, looking up at the branches in a daze.

That white figure, with jet-black hair hanging down, fluttered gently in the cold wind, with a straight body, in this snow-colored world, like an elegant plum, independent of the world.

Mo Chen's breath stopped, and he slowed down his pace, unwilling to disturb this beautiful scene, but Yang Jian still noticed his footsteps, or in other words, when he appeared, Yang Jian had already noticed him.

When Yang Jian turned his head and looked at him intently with black and white eyes, Mo Chen felt that everything in this world was not as good as the moment he looked back.

"Are you back?" Yang Jian said softly.

Mo Chen's heart was sour and sweet, but he strode forward and put his robe on his shoulders.

"Well...it's cold, why did you come out?" Mo Chen raised Yang Jian's hand, rubbed it, and then put it on his lips to breathe out, rubbing the warmth for him.

Yang Jian didn't interrupt his movements, and let him do what he did, but his gaze became softer.

"Let me take a look at this peach tree." He said, and looked back at a branch. His jet-black hair fluttered slightly with his movements, reflecting the brilliance of the moonlight, and snowflakes mingled between his hair strands. It gave Mo Chen an urge to kiss lightly.

"It's already winter, and the peach blossoms have withered." Mo Chen was a little surprised.

"Withered?" Yang Jian raised his eyebrows lightly, with a smile that was not a smile. He vaguely remembered that he once saw a man walking towards him slowly in this early morning when peach petals were flying all over the sky, as if he had pushed through a layer of mist. .

"Look, the peach blossoms are not blooming at this time?" The man tilted his head and chuckled, he stretched out his right hand, and brushed his fingers over the tree trunk.

In an instant, the moonlight is like water, and the trees are full of flowers.

Mo Chen looked at this scene in shock, and saw the snowflakes falling on the branches, blooming little by little, like peach blossoms in full bloom, delicate and beautiful, the moonlight was like flowing water, entwined with the 'peach blossom', a little bit cold , and the fragrance of peach blossoms emanating from the person beside him adds to the temptation of the 'peach blossom' of this tree.

A few 'petals' fell, Yang Jian raised his hand, and one piece fell in the palm of his hand. The white jade-like skin and snow-colored petals really looked like the moon covered by light clouds, and the snow fluttered like the wind blowing back.

With a thought in his mind, Mo Chen opened the Nur Hong in his hand, and said, "Why don't you get drunk when you are so beautiful on this beautiful day?" The aroma of the wine is charming, the moonlight is alluring, and the people around you are even more beautiful.

Yang Jian took the wine in his hand and sat under the tree, with one leg bent, unrestrained and unrestrained. Mo Chen was taken aback by that flowing water movement, and then smiled freely. He then sat next to Yang Jian, leaning against his shoulders Lean on.

Looking at the cold moon and the equally cold river water, Mo Chen couldn't help but feel emotional.

"It's been a thousand years. In the thousand years, the mountains and rivers have moved and the rivers have dried up. The only thing that remains the same is the moonlight." Mo Chen said, "And you and I have known each other for a thousand years."

Past and present lives, add up, indeed have more than thousands of years.

Yang Jian looked sideways slightly, "Can Shen talk about the past? How did Shen and I meet?"

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows. Although Yang Jian lost his memory for such a long time, they have always been by their side. Yang Jian has never asked about the past. Now, since this person has asked?This makes him not curious.

But since Yang Jian asked, Mo Chen would naturally not refuse.

"Are we?" Mo Chen thought for a while, and couldn't help but smile, "It's interesting that Jian and I met."

"At that time, I was just an ordinary boy who had just awakened to magic..." Mo Chen recalled his previous life, and said slowly, his voice had a unique line of voice, and Yang Jian was fascinated by it.

Until the moon passed over the treetops, everything around was silent, only Mo Shen's voice continued.

"Later, when you died, I followed you away. I thought that was the end, but I didn't know that it was a new beginning..." Mo Chen turned his head, grateful and delighted, "I met you again, knew each other, loved each other, and met you again... Staying together and changing my destiny are the things I can't even dream of, but now, I have already obtained it."

Yang Jian looked at him in shock, two lives?They have known each other for two lifetimes!

How many secrets are there between them, and how much has he missed now?

Mo Chen didn't notice that his words caused waves in the minds of the people beside him. He just smiled while remembering.He raised his hand to drink the wine, and felt that the corners of his eyes were a little wet again.

"My father and mother are gone, Xiaoyu's whereabouts are unknown now, and my friends have left me. Too many things have happened now, and there have been too many changes between this life and the previous life. I often think, is it really worth reincarnating? "

"Shen..." The man held his hand and said in the tone of an elder, "Whether it is in the previous life or in this life, it is impossible to be perfect forever. Life is always full of countless regrets, but it is just like this that we need to be happy." Cherish what we have even more, since the joys and sorrows of the past have passed, why not treat it as a memory, and don't be trapped by it in your heart."

"Maybe... what you said is right." Mo Chen fell silent, rubbing the purple jade flute on his waist, smiling sadly.

Yang Jian also noticed the flute, and he chuckled, "Shen, can you play a song for me?"

Mo Chen was taken aback, but his hand was already on the purple jade flute.

"I haven't heard your solo for a long time. Tonight, I suddenly want to hear it." Yang Jian looked at the sparkling river.

Mo Chen rejoiced in his heart, and said, "If Jian wants to hear it, then I'll make a fool of myself."