The Devil and the Flower

Jiang Huan suddenly held down the scroll, smiled, and said: "This rumor is a bit interesting, and it's written like that. If Emperor Jiang was really born in the doomed dynasty, it would be reasonable to proclaim himself emperor. It's just that the idea of ​​meeting an immortal by chance is too ridiculous. It’s like making up a nonsense story again.”

Feng Yue remained silent and turned a page.

——"... His Majesty Jiang Di is moody, and he rarely smiles in his life. On the day when the hundred cities were collected, the ministers prepared a banquet. Someone asked His Majesty, is this the happiest time in this life? Your Majesty did not answer, but he was in the highest position. He glanced at everyone coldly, turned around and left the table..."

Jiang Huan said: "It's even more ridiculous. One moment he said that he was moody, another moment he said he rarely smiled, and there was the act of flipping the table. Are you sure it's Jiangdi and not a little girl?"

Feng Yueci remained silent and turned another page.

——"... His Majesty Jiang Di had a lover when he was young..."

Jiang Huan said: "I know, I know, later on it must be said that his beloved is dead, right? Then the ignorant boy came to his senses and began..."

"Young Master Jiang, Ann—"

Feng Yueci raised his head and made a sound, Jiang Huan just turned his head with a smile, the two were too close, and Jiang Huan's lips brushed his face in an instant.

The voices of the two people stopped abruptly at the same time.

Feng Yueci dropped the scroll in his hand to the ground.

"..."

For the first time, Jiang Huan saw waves on the face of the person in front of him. It was almost blank, but only for a short moment.

Jiang Huan wanted to say something, but his throat was as dry as fire, so he bent down to pick up the scroll and handed it back to him.

Feng Yueci didn't say anything, he put away the scroll with a calm expression, and turned to read other books.

Jiang Huan stared at him, feeling like a cat's paws were scratching in his heart. He couldn't stand the extreme silence, so he went around to him, raised his hand, and said softly as if he was coaxing: "Dao Jun is angry? It was an accident just now. I promise it wasn't intentional."

Feng Yue resigned, "I know."

Jiang Huan raised his hand and coughed dryly twice as a cover-up, stroked the place where he touched his cheek just now, and could hear his own thundering heartbeat for a moment.

If it was really intentional, I'm afraid it will be nailed to the wall with an arrow.

"Mr. Dao," Jiang Huan took a while to calm down, calmed down his surging mood, stopped mentioning the accident, and asked instead: "Are you very interested in Emperor Jiang?"

Feng Yue resigned, "Not really."

Jiang Huan asked in confusion: "Then why have you been looking for books related to him?"

Feng Yueci took another book from the bookshelf, and said calmly: "The principal is homesick, but the demon king is nowhere to be found. I asked Miss Ji, but she said that she is just a gatekeeper. There is no time for the wonderland to appear. It is not for her to determine, and it is not for her to understand the secrets, if this is the case, it is better to find Jiangdi Jiuzhong Tianque first."

The Four Wu Wonderland is mysterious and unpredictable. Although it is everywhere, it is useless to find the time and find the door.

The Nine Heavens Tower is different, its position is fixed.

What's more, Jiuchongtian Pagoda's Wangfu Palace was originally the residence of the Demon King in the past - the Azure Sky Realm.

"So you've worked so hard to enter the Realm of No Wonders and Find the Nine Heavens, all to help the principal achieve his wish?" Jiang Huan shook his head, and his respect for the principal changed from a three-point respect to a very hated one, "You are too kind to that old man !"

Feng Yue resigned: "Young Master Jiang, don't be disrespectful to the principal."

Jiang Huan said: "I regret it now, if only I had come here a few years earlier."

Come here in the early years, maybe you can see the beautiful, cute and well-behaved childhood version of Feng Yueci, maybe you can abduct someone from the principal to raise yourself, and then you will have a big beauty who smiles at him.

Feng Yueci ignored his nonsense and spent the afternoon flipping through books in the library.

In the past, Jiang Huan had long been impatient, but now he stayed with him for an entire afternoon, and he didn't feel bored, and even felt unfinished, feeling that time passed very quickly.

After leaving the library, the sun will sink and the sky will be dark.

The young students were turned pale by the sound of the piano, and fell to the ground with no image, and had to listen to Su Lingmou's lectures and lectures pitifully with their ears pricked up.

But Su Lingmou didn't think it was enough, so he called Xiao Shuling to help, and from time to time popped up some uncommon questions, torturing the children so much that they wanted to die.

Qing Niu raised his head, ran over with hoofs, and blinked his big eyes proudly.

Feng Yueci caressed the horns of its head and said, "It's very good."

Qing Niu let out a coquettish cry, narrowed his big eyes, and happily circled in circles.

Feng Yueci told it to help here again, and after explaining to Su Lingmou, he and Jiang Huan went back to the bamboo building.

The night is dark and there is no wind, but there is a bright moon hanging in the middle of the sky, and the brilliance like a practice sprinkles all over the courtyard. It is very bright without lighting.

In the pavilion in the courtyard, a jar of wine was quietly placed on the table, still unopened.

Jiang Huan saw it as soon as he came in, and couldn't help tilting his head and smiling, "Dao Jun, should you drink with me this time?"

Feng Yueci did what he said, and nodded slightly.

The two walked to the pavilion and sat facing each other, Feng Yueci waved his sleeves and melted a cup and handed it over.

Jiang Huan turned the cup around and raised his eyebrows slightly: "Doesn't Daojun think that drinking with me means watching me drink?"

Feng Yueci looked up at him, didn't say anything, but seemed to be asking - isn't it?

Jiang Huan suppressed a smile, knocked on the cup, turned out another one and handed it to him, shook his head and said, "It's boring to drink alone. I was invited by the Taoist Lord, so naturally we have to drink together. I asked Miss Lin specifically, Lingjiu Just like the clear dew of medicine and fruit, drinking a few cups will not cause serious harm to your body, but can warm you up."

Feng Yueci looked at the cup and said quietly: "I don't know how to drink."

"You just drink water, what's wrong?" Jiang Huan smiled, and opened the altar directly, and the rich aroma of the wine spread immediately, "Don't you want to taste the wine brewed by yourself?"

Jiang Huan filled the wine, picked it up and took a sip. He felt sweet and cold, and when he savored it, the fire-like energy rose again and again. something."

Feng Yue resigned, "It's because what's said in the book is very clear, it's not my credit."

The sake ripples, reflecting the bright moon in the sky, which is very attractive.

Jiang Huan stared at him eagerly, beckoning him to have a taste. Seeing this, Feng Yueci finally lifted the cup and put it to his lips.

Jiang Huan asked him expectantly: "How?"

Feng Yue paused before saying, "It's okay, but it's a bit scorching."

"Ordinary wine is no different from clear water, but what you brew is spiritual wine..." Jiang Huan originally explained to him, but suddenly saw a faint blush floating on his snow-white face, which was so beautiful that he was stunned for a moment. He said incoherently: "Spiritual wine, the spiritual wine, it's okay, your body is as cold as ice, you can drink two more glasses, it's okay, it's good for your health, drink more."

Feng Yueci raised his head slightly and drank his glass of wine.

Jiang Huan looked at his slender neck, raised his head immediately, drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then picked up the wine jar calmly, and filled it up for the two of them again, "The Taoist asked before, what is there in this world? It’s what I really care about. When I think about it carefully, there really wasn’t one before.”

Feng Yue resigned, "Mr. Jiang is like this, there is nothing wrong with it."

There are thousands of people and thousands of ways of life in the world, and no one is qualified to ask others to be like you.Those who care about the world are certainly worthy of respect, but those who are independent do not need to be reviled.

In his place, do his duty.

The four monarchs use their power to stabilize their positions and are worshiped by the people of the world. Their ambitions are clearly directed at the highest position, so when they are alone, they will arouse public anger.But Jiang Huan's strength comes from himself, and he never owes others anything, so naturally he doesn't need to care about others' eyes.

Feng Yue resigned: "In the world, the clouds can cover your eyes, but Mr. Jiang is the most unrestrained."

Jiang Huan said with a smile: "The world's filth and dust cover one's heart, the most transparent is the Taoist Lord."

The night is like a curtain, the moon is like water, the two of them touch each other, the smell of wine is lingering, and Feng Yueci also fades a bit of indifference, even if they sit upright as usual, it is a bit more indulgent.

Jiang Huan kept pouring wine for the two of them, and he didn't know how many cups he drank. He suddenly said: "If you didn't care about it before, it doesn't mean you don't have it now."

Feng Yueci's eyes were still clear, but his ears and cheeks were flushed, as if he was a little drunk, and he didn't answer for a while.

Jiang Huan met his eyes and murmured: "I want to hear Taoist play a song."

Feng Yueci was silent for a moment, flicked his sleeves, and another qin appeared in front of him, which was inferior to "Liumeng Qin", but it was also a rare treasure.

The sound of the piano sounded softly, and there was no sense of hustle and bustle in this long night, only quiet and distant, accompanied by good dreams.

Jiang Huan stood up suddenly, and the long knife came out immediately, leaning on the moon to move.

With the saber energy, he cut half of the flowers in the distant mountains and introduced them into the courtyard.Jiang Huan put away his knife and raised his hand, his palm was covered with flowers.

He walked to Feng Yueci's side, and put Luohua in his hand beside the piano.

"When I first met Taoist Lord in the land of Lanxi, I couldn't help but love you. I saw you walking with an umbrella in the mountains and forests, and I suddenly thought... I will always hold an umbrella for you from now on."

"At this moment, I understand more clearly that you are what I want in my life."

The sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and Feng Yueci looked at him quietly, without making a sound for a long time.

Jiang Huan was used to smiling casually, but this time he didn't. He was very serious, never before.

Time passed slowly, and Feng Yueci finally made a move.

He raised his hand to support his forehead, and said in a low voice, "I have a headache."

Jiang Huan didn't hear clearly, so he approached and supported him, rarely nervously said: "What?"

Feng Yueci had never drank alcohol before, so he drank so much with Jiang Huan, he looked sober on the surface, but he was already drunk, so Jiang Huan poured wine for him later and he continued to drink, and told him to play the piano, he still insisted. Yan playing the piano.

At this moment, staring at the person in front of him, his expression was as usual, but his mind was a little dizzy.

Jiang Huan couldn't help calling out: "Dao Jun?"

Feng Yueci seemed to want to get up, but immediately closed his eyes and fell drunk on the table.

"..."

Jiang Huan didn't know whether to laugh or cry, he thought that this person was so talented that he could drink for the first time without getting drunk, but looking at this now, he was clearly drunk.

He pushed the piano away and held onto Feng Yueci's arm, the touch of his palm was really not so cold, it was warm and cool, like jade.

Jiang Huan felt itchy, stared at Feng Yueci's reddish cheeks, couldn't help poking him, laughed for a long time, finally had to pick him up and send him to the house, sighed: "I knew I wouldn't let you drink so much. "