The Devil and the Flower

Jiang Huan suddenly rushed over with great force, and instantly knocked the pen in Feng Yueci's hand to the wrong side, drawing a long mark on the neat paper, destroying the original beautiful handwriting.

Feng Yueci raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes were calm and he couldn't see any emotion.

"..." Jiang Huan felt that something was wrong, so he hugged the person and coaxed him: "A Yue, Yue Yue, I will write another one with you later, okay?"

Feng Yue put down his pen, shook his head and said, "That's all."

Jiang Huan smiled openly, and said in his heart that he was really easy to talk and had a good temper.

He quickly lifted up the paper on his desk and said, "Look."

Feng Yueci looked over, but didn't speak for a while.

I saw black and white lines outlined a lifelike portrait of a person, on which the person stood sideways, with plain clothes and long hair, and sleeves with breeze, even though he couldn't see the front clearly, he felt independent and unparalleled in style.

Feng Yue resigned, "Is it me?"

Jiang Huan nodded, and said: "This is the first time I have drawn portraits. I don't draw anyone except A Yue. A Yue, is the painting good?"

Feng Yueci never knew what he looked like in the eyes of others.

Or... this is him in Jiang Huan's eyes.

Jiang Huan asked: "Is the painting good?"

Feng Yue replied, "Excellent."

Jiang Huan smiled and put the paper on his desk together with the one in his hand, "Then I will only draw portraits for A Yue in the future, and I will draw as many as a room."

Feng Yueci took another look, and said, "Young Master Jiang, I think your painting style is very similar to Jiangdi's painting of looking at the moon, but did you imitate the meaning?"

Jiang Huan: "Ah? Like?"

He stared at it himself, and then recalled the picture of Fusheng Wangyue, but he didn't see anything like it.

Feng Yue said, "It's very similar, as if it was made by one person."

Jiang Huan thought for a while, took the things away and said: "Maybe he was influenced by the moon-watching map unconsciously, forget it, don't care about it."

Feng Yueci was still in deep thought.

Jiang Huan had already pulled him up, and ran out holding his hand, "I've been sitting for a long time, it's getting dark outside, Ah Yue, let's go out to see the night scene!"

Feng Yueci was led to run by him, calling out: "Young Master Jiang, please slow down."

Jiang Huan laughed loudly and said: "Don't be afraid, I won't fall A Yue! If I fall, I will follow you!"

The two ran outside, and they saw that it was already late, and the bright moon in the sky was surrounded by starlight, shining like a brilliance, and the ground was full of brilliance reflecting the grand scene of the palace, like a dream.

The evening breeze was cool, Jiang Huan took off his outer robe and spread it on the grass, pulling the wind and sitting on the ground.

Feng Yueci stood aside and did not move.

Jiang Huan said: "There is no one else here, so Ah Yue should just accompany me, don't care about etiquette."

Feng Yue resigned, "Aren't you cold?"

Jiang Huan patted his head, looked at the thin clothes on his body, ran back to the palace in an instant, and ran back with a coat after a while, wrapping him tightly.

"You reminded me, but I can't let you catch a cold."

Feng Yue resigned, "...Mr. Jiang, I'm talking about you."

Jiang Huan held his hand, making him feel the scorching heat in his palm.

Feng Yueci remained silent, and then sat side by side with him, but his posture was still extremely upright.

Jiang Huan laughed softly: "Ah Yue, do you know that you are almost ready to answer my request."

Feng Yue resigned, "A seven-day agreement."

Jiang Huan said: "If I knew it earlier, I should have made a thousand-year agreement and a ten-thousand-year agreement."

Feng Yue said: "Nonsense."

This sound was extremely light, and it didn't sound like a reprimand at all.

The smile on Jiang Huan's mouth never faded.

Both of them raised their heads, admiring the night view together, the surroundings were silent, only the stars and the moon were shining, and they were accompanied by each other.

Jiang Huan called out, "Ah Yue."

Feng Yueci looked at the moon in the sky and asked, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Huan turned his head to look at the person in front of him, saw that his face was more beautiful than snow, like a banished fairy under the moon, and murmured: "May I be like a star king like the moon, and the night and night stream be bright and clean."

Feng Yueci lowered his eyes and did not answer, but just sat quietly with him and watched the scene in the middle of the night.

The moon sets and the sun rises, and there is no sleep all night.

Although he was wrapped in clothes, Feng Yueci was still ill the next day, and Jiang Huan, who looked annoyed, pressed him on the bed to rest, watching him running around and busy.

Boil medicine for a while, pour water for a while, deliver books for a while, and sit by the bed and talk with him for a while.

Looking at his energetic appearance, Feng Yueci couldn't help thinking, aren't you tired?

In the evening, Jiang Huan touched Feng Yueci's forehead, warmed it with his hands, and finally stopped burning.

He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "You were cold before, but the sudden fever frightened me."

Feng Yueci coughed in a low voice, and said, "It's okay."

Jiang Huan said: "I know it's okay, but who made me feel sorry for you."

He hit straight balls one after another, completely unaware of restraint.

Seeing him busy, Feng Yueci said, "You are tired, you should go to rest."

Jiang Huan was not tired, but he turned his eyes, yawned deliberately, and fell on the bed pretending to be extremely sleepy.

Feng Yueci: "..."

Jiang Huan: "I'm getting more and more tired, I'm so tired."

Feng Yueci was silent for a moment, then moved inside to make room for him, without saying anything.

Jiang Huan rolled over and lay beside him, feeling warm in his heart, he said for a while: "I know in my heart that Ah Yue treats me very well, even if it has nothing to do with Fengyue, it's really good."

Feng Yue replied quietly: "Young Master Jiang treats me very well."

The two of them didn't speak any more. After an unknown amount of time, the sound of breathing gradually became steady. Jiang Huan quietly held Feng Yueci's hand, interlocking his five fingers, continuously conveying spiritual power and warmth, and then closed his eyes and fell asleep. past.

Feng Yueci's eyelashes moved slightly, but they did not open after all.

The next day, the two woke up at the same time, and their eyes met in the morning light.

Jiang Huan couldn't bear it anymore, he leaned over and kissed the man in front of his brow, "A Yue, good morning."

Feng Yue resigned, "Good morning."

After leaving the palace, the two talked about business.

Jiang Huan asked: "Ah Yue said the day before yesterday that he knew how to get out, what is it?"

Feng Yueci walked to the side and said, "Come here."

Jiang Huan was looking around, and ran over when he heard the words, "What's wrong?"

Feng Yueci raised his hand and took his hand.

Jiang Huan said: "...A Yue, you took the initiative to lead me!"

Feng Yueci explained: "If you don't let go, you can go out."

Jiang Huan didn't care about anything else, he just stared at the clasped hands and said, "You're holding me."

Feng Yue resigned, "Yes."

The corners of Jiang Huan's lips curled up, feeling extremely happy.

The two stepped out of the palace side by side, and they did not meet the slightest obstacle, but after trying to release it, they were pushed back inside again.

Jiang Huan was quite speechless, and blurted out: "It's not because I'm afraid that the bride will run away!"

Feng Yue resigned, "Maybe."

Jiang Huan: "...Emperor Jiang really wanted to get out of the order, but he could only dream, poor thing."

After walking for a while, I didn't meet a single person.

Jiang Huan said: "It's strange, when I came here with the little girl from the Jiang family, I saw many people on the road, how come none of them disappeared?"

Feng Yueci identified the direction, followed the aura of the charm, and not long after, he saw the unconscious Jiang Zhimeng beside a deep well.

Jiang Huan knelt down and probed, "It's okay, it looks like something happened. I'll wake her up."

After all, he slashed with a knife.

Feng Yue resigned, "Be lighter."

Jiang Huan laughed when he heard the words, and the movements of his hands were really relaxed.

"Oh!" Jiang Zhimeng rubbed his head and jumped up, and shouted anxiously without seeing who was in front of him: "Brother! Brother!"

Jiang Huan patted her head again, "Very noisy."

Jiang Zhimeng froze for a moment: "Dao Jun! Mr. Jiang Huan!"

Feng Yue asked: "What happened?"

Jiang Zhimeng blurted out: "It was my elder brother who fought with Mr. Ye... Oh no, when I found them, they were fighting. Afterwards, Lord Killer also came, and then Huaxia Academy and the four Jun Academy is also fighting!"

Her face was full of anxiety, and she spoke incoherently and incoherently, making people confused.

Jiang Huan followed Feng Yueci without making a sound, just looked at her, waiting for her to calm down.

Jiang Zhimeng rubbed his cheeks, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "That's right, I had a connection with my brother, so I found him at the first time. At that time, he was fighting with Mr. Ye, and there were many people around. The disciples of the academy were trying to persuade them to fight, but immediately after, Jun Jun chased him and asked his elder brother to hand over the key. The elder brother only said no, and Jun Jun joined the battle, and then the academy and the academy also fought. You don’t know what happened at that time? What a mess and chaos!"

Jiang Huan smiled when he heard it, "It sounds quite interesting."

Jiang Zhimeng: "... Let's do it!"

Jiang Huan: "Aren't they controlled like you?"

Jiang Zhimeng frowned and said: "I was just about to say that they don't seem to be in the same space as us! Because when I called my brother, he seemed to have never heard of it, and he didn't turn his head back! My brother always loves me, so it is impossible to ignore me !"

Jiang Huan: "Oh? Then?"

Jiang Zhimeng shivered suddenly, and said, "I don't know! I saw the spiritual power collide and explode, as if they touched some taboo, and then many monsters appeared and surrounded them!"

After finishing speaking, Jiang Huan and Feng Yueci looked at each other.

"Space, monster?" Jiang Huan thought for a while, then pondered: "We are in Emperor Jiang's dream, and it looks like a beautiful dream. Then they...couldn't be unlucky to enter some kind of mental demon realm."

Jiang Zhimeng opened his eyes wide, looking at them in horror, tears rolled in his eyes, and he was about to cry.

Is His Majesty Jiangdi's inner demon state a joke?

If you are not careful, you will die!

At this time, there is no difference in the identity of the Jiang family and the Ye family.

Jiang Zhimeng wandered back and forth anxiously, sobbing, "What should I do?"

Jiang Huan said: "Although I don't really want to care about it, after all time is precious, but..."

Feng Yueci went to the deep well to investigate, and because the two held hands, Jiang Huan was also brought there.

"But Ah Yue will definitely not sit idly by," Jiang Huan said disapprovingly, "Then save people."

Jiang Zhimeng tilted his head, saw their postures, and couldn't cry immediately, he opened his mouth wide and said, "You, you...you!"

Before Jiang Huan could fool around for a while, he saw Feng Yueci raised his hand and made a tactic, and then flicked, a light and shadow suddenly appeared in the deep well, which was impressively a passage connecting the two realms.

Jiang Zhimeng couldn't help but "wow": "It's amazing!"

Jiang Huan: "Wow what, do you want to save someone, let's go!"

It was important to save lives, and without time to elaborate, the three jumped into the well.

As the light disappeared, another phantom suddenly appeared outside the well, it was the person Jiang Huan saw drinking at the table earlier.

Xuying raised his hand, holding the calligraphy and painting that Jiang Huan had put away in his palm, and said softly: "Is it interesting to scold yourself all day long? Whether it's a thousand-year contract or a ten-thousand-year contract, how can it be as good as the seven-day contract?" about."