The Devil and the Flower

The morning light is slightly dew, and the morning sun is just rising, but the palace rises from the ground, as if connected to the sky and water, and there are no fireworks in the world at a glance, like a misty fairy palace isolated from the world.

There is no wind to blow flowers, no birds to sing, nowhere to disperse white clouds.

The door of the hall opened, before Feng Yueci could take a step, a handful of flowers and plants soaked in morning dew was stuffed in his hand, and the fresh fragrance overflowed, which was very pleasant to smell.

Jiang Huan jumped down from the mountain peak, put the knife back into the sheath, and said: "The herbs that Miss Lin gave me were almost used up, and I couldn't ask for more from her when I came in. I searched and searched, but the smell of this kind of flowers and plants is similar. , it should also be effective. You can smell it and see, if it is useful, I will pick more."

Feng Yue resigned: "Thank you, I will take your time."

Jiang Huan said: "Ah Yue was uncomfortable and never showed it. He had to wait until it was serious to let people notice it. I only regret that I didn't learn some medical skills at the beginning, otherwise I could help you like Miss Lin."

Feng Yueci shook his head slightly, walked over and placed the flowers gently on the table, and took out a few books and put them aside.

Jiang Huan looked at it and said with a broken smile, "A Yue reads books wherever he goes."

Feng Yue resigned: "I'm looking for a way to decipher the scroll."

Jiang Huan took the spirit fruit and peeled it, and put it on the plate one by one, "I don't like to use my brain when I can do it with my hands. If I can't do it, I just chop this picture. But Ah Yue's cracking of the picture scroll should not only be for Go out, it's for the Nine Heavens Tower."

Feng Yueci nodded.

Seeing this, Jiang Huan also thought with him, and said: "The picture of floating life and looking at the moon, the bright moon... By the way, there is a period in the history books where the moon is dark and the stars are shining, and the lonely moon is used to refer to the devil. Will there be any difference between the two?" What's the connection? After all, at Emperor Jiang's realm, there are not many people who can be regarded by him."

Feng Yue resigned: "When Emperor Jiang appeared in front of the world, the Demon King had disappeared for a long time."

Jiang Huan said casually: "Maybe they have met each other before? What is written in the book is what is on the surface. Even if they have met each other, others will not know."

Feng Yueci opened the scroll, but said nothing.

Jiang Huan: "Ah——"

Feng Yueci turned his head to look at him, and was fed a piece of fruit in his mouth.

Jiang Huan suppressed a smile: "Is it delicious?"

Feng Yueci swallowed it slowly.

Jiang Huan: "Ah Yue, feed me, feed me!"

Feng Yueci glanced at him, not understanding why he acted so naively, but since he promised to cooperate with him for seven days yesterday, he did not refuse, and really fed him a slice.

Unexpectedly, Jiang Huan bit his finger and licked it with the soft tip of his tongue.

Feng Yueci withdrew his hand and looked at him lightly.

Jiang Huan lay on the table and laughed non-stop.

Feng Yueci lowered his head and continued to flip through the book, and said softly, "Don't make trouble."

Jiang Huan stared at him intently, and hugged him with a smile: "A Yue is so beautiful, so cute, I like you very much!"

Feng Yue resigned, "Master Jiang, I can't move if you are so pestering me."

Jiang Huan let go of his arm, wrapped his arms around his waist, and said solemnly: "That's all."

The two stayed in this posture for quite a long time, Feng Yueci was not at all flustered by being hugged, but was as quiet as ever, and finished reading a few books in the morning.

Jiang Huan was not tired of hugging someone, because Feng Yueci had a calming aura about him, unconsciously, Jiang Huan also accompanied him to finish the book.

"These are all the records of Baicheng. Ah Yue, look here, Jinyang City, isn't Li Mianxi from the Li family in Jinyang? And here, Lanxi City, Miss Lin is from the Lanxi Lin family... Baijia Clans are actually the descendants of Baicheng."

"Not all of them are descendants of hundreds of cities. In the past, many cities were destroyed. It is like the Ji family in the Yin capital, which has nothing to do with the flower capital of the four seasons. It is just that later people built Taoism on the ruins."

In the past, the yin demon slaughtered all the flowers in the city, so there will be no descendants.

Jiang Huan said: "From what I can see, Emperor Jiang didn't do anything except look for the token of the demon king. When he was there, someone destroyed the city and blamed him, and it was blamed on him. When he was away, the battle of heaven destroyed countless cities. On his head...the blame is too much."

Feng Yueci did not make a sound, pressed his finger on one place, and suddenly stopped.

Jiang Huan followed his gaze and saw a name - Luo Bingying.

——"Jiangxue City Lord, a peerless beauty. He lost his parents when he was young, and hid in the mortal world. He returned to the city at the age of 16 to take power and became the youngest city lord in a hundred cities. Because of love, he died in the battle of heaven.

Jiang Huan said: "Luo Bingying? Obsessed with love? Is there anything special about it? It won't be the romantic charm of Emperor Jiang..."

Before he could finish his sentence, something suddenly struck his mind. The blow was so heavy that it made him dizzy for a moment.

Jiang Huan scanned the surrounding area sharply, but he didn't see half a person.

who is it?

Feng Yueci saw that he was a little unusual, raised his head and asked, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Huan said: "I don't know, it seems that someone beat me just now... Tsk, could it be the Jiang Emperor's thoughts in this world? I just gossiped, and there is no one who is narrow-minded."

Feng Yueci raised his hand and touched his head, seeing that he was fine, he stopped his hand and said, "There was a rumor in the rumor that there was a relationship between Jiang Xuecheng Lord and Emperor Jiang, so it seems to be true."

For some unknown reason, Jiang Huan's heart was beating like a beating suddenly, and he had a sense of "something is not good" for no reason.

The bird in the air hit the wall, tilted its head, and hit the ground in a mournful state.

Jiang Huan: "..."

What the hell?

Feng Yue resigned and pushed Jiang Huan, walked over to lift the flying bird, passed by with a flick of his sleeve, and let it fly back into the air.The birds chirped, flew around his shoulders a few times, and reluctantly flew over the palace wall.

Jiang Huan looked at him, the more he looked at him, the better he looked, and the more he looked at him, the more he liked him.

When Feng Yueci came back from his seat, he noticed that his face was hot, and it was Jiang Huan who quickly kissed him on the cheek.

Jiang Huan didn't look away, and smiled with one hand on his chin, "I can't help it, even if I get beaten, I still want to kiss."

Feng Yueci didn't mean to argue with him, his eyebrows were very clear, and he said, "Mr. Jiang, what's so special about this kind of contact? People touch everything in the world every moment, touch the wind, and have a blind date with the water. Why do you And will be happy about it.”

Jiang Huan said: "Hey, my little fairy."

Feng Yue resigned, "Young Master Jiang."

Jiang Huan said: "Okay, I'm not joking. As the saying goes, 'If you stand on a wall, you can be strong without desire'. If you have no feelings or desires in your heart, it's like sitting in front of a Buddha even if it's romantic, Ah Yue won't understand my state of mind right now."

Hearing what he said, Feng Yueci nodded and said nothing more, continuing to read the words recorded in the book by City Lord Jiang Xue.

Jiang Huan asked curiously: "Is this Luo Bingying related to cracking the scroll?"

Feng Yue resigned: "In this situation, your identity is Emperor Jiang, so the position I am in should naturally be the person that Emperor Jiang misses. Emperor Jiang has never been involved in love in his life, only the Lord Jiangxue is quite special. .”

Jiang Huan frowned, and couldn't help but want to refute this statement, "What's so special?"

Feng Yue thought for a moment, and said: "Emperor Jiang was born in the last dynasty, and Luo Bingying hid in the mortal world when she was young. If the rumors are true, the two should be old acquaintances. And when Emperor Jiang conquered hundreds of cities, Jiang Xuecheng was the first to surrender. "

Jiang Huanxin said that he was too good at finding such clues, he was worthy of a god of learning, but this did not prove that Luo Bingying was the one Jiang Di liked.

Feng Yueci had already closed the book and went to the hall.

Jiang Huan took his hand, "A Yue, where are you going?"

Feng Yue resigned, "Go find some more books that record Jiang Xuecheng."

Jiang Huan naturally joined him, entered the hall, and suddenly said: "I feel that the person Jiang Di misses is not Luo Bingying."

Feng Yue resigned: "I'm also guessing, what opinion does Mr. Jiang have, but it's okay to say."

Jiang Huan shook his head, smiled, and said: "If it's really Luo Bingying, with Emperor Jiang's ability, he won't be able to deal with a little girl, and he won't be willing to leave her alone and tell her to die. Ah Yue doesn't understand Naturally, I don’t understand the twists and turns in matters of love.”

While talking, the two walked to the Book Pavilion.

Feng Yueci had already searched here before, knowing the direction of the scroll he was looking for, he went straight in, but when he came in to take a look, he saw that the entire bookstore was empty.

Jiang Huan: "...We are not allowed to look for this."

Feng Yueci calmly put the few books back in his hands, without any surprise, as if he had expected it, "It also confirmed one thing, the Jiang Emperor's thoughts left in this world are not only rules, but he is conscious. And The more he hides, the more he shows that he and Luo Bingying are old, and our search is naturally in the right direction."

Jiang Huan: "..."

The entire picture scroll seemed to be silent for a moment, and the birds, animals, flowers, plants and trees outside the palace disappeared without a sound, as if someone had used it as a punching bag.

Jiang Huan suddenly felt a little sympathetic to that Emperor Jiang.

It must be that Emperor Jiang forgot to leave an IQ for the idea here before he left!

Feng Yueci put the book away neatly, turned around and said, "Let's go."

Jiang Huan asked, "Where does Ah Yue want to go?"

Feng Yueci said lightly: "I already know how to get out."

Jiang Huan: "It's only the first day, Ah Yue, you should give others a chance to survive."

Hearing the words, Feng Yueci turned around, took the flowers and plants that Jiang Huan picked in the morning and returned to the hall, put them in a bottle on the desk, then pressed his sleeves, picked up a pen to grind, spread out the white paper, and sat quietly Come down and write.

He said: "Then go out tomorrow."

Jiang Huan had long forgotten about the Jiang Emperor Luo Bingying, and lay down at the table to appreciate it for a while, and praised: "Ah Yue is so pretty, his hands are pretty, and his writing is also pretty, everything looks good."

Feng Yueci saw that he seemed to have nothing to do, so he took another pen and handed it to him, indicating that there was still a vacant seat next to him.

Jiang Huan was speechless, but sat down and spread out the paper, "I haven't practiced calligraphy seriously for many years, but I can draw pretty well. How about you write and I draw?"

Feng Yue resigned, "Okay."

Jiang Huan became interested, stared at Feng Yueci, and wrote with concentration.

The two of them sat together, one writing and the other drawing, but they were very harmonious.

It's just that every time Jiang Huan paints for a while, he has to look up.

Feng Yueci's posture was dignified and innocent, whether it was reading books or practicing calligraphy, he was very focused on everything he did, and he was very polite, so his gaze never deviated from him.

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Huan threw away the pen, hugged him and said, "Okay."

The author has something to say: Emperor Jiang: I want to beat myself to death!

Yue Bao: ... Knead.

(Luo Bingying mentioned in Chapter 18)