The Devil and the Flower

The sea is calm and you can hear the drop of a needle.

Before Jiang Huan could recover from Feng Yueci's sentence "The moon is already in your hands", he was confused by his sentence "I should see you".

"A Yue..."

"A Yue."

Two voices sounded at the same time, the same whisper, but with completely different tones.

Jiang Huan's eyes turned cold, and he stared sharply at the phantom slowly appearing in front of him, "Do you want to die? It's my Ayue."

Xu Ying casually said: "It's your Ayue, but I am you."

Jiang Huan: "...what the hell?"

Xuying smiled, looked at Feng Yueci, and asked in a low voice: "I know Ah Yue's heart is as clear as a mirror, but I'm still curious, how did you know?"

Feng Yueci glanced at him, and replied: "It was only a guess at first, but it was confirmed after you showed up."

Phantom: "..."

Jiang Huan: "Confirm? Confirm what?"

Xu Ying's eyes were complicated, and he said melancholy: "I have wanted to beat myself to death many times. I just scold myself every day, and I am also keen to dig holes everywhere. I will not mention anything else. I have to explain something first. Luo Bingying and I really have nothing to do, ah Don't listen to his nonsense, he forgot to bring his brain in reincarnation!"

This familiar low-pitched tone, if it wasn't for one person, I couldn't believe it.

Jiang Huan said: "... Enough! If you talk nonsense again, I'll chop you off with a knife. Are you me? That's not how you touch Porcelain, right? There is nothing wrong with my hometown, Earth Huaxia, so how could it be that unlucky Emperor Jiang?"

Xu Ying said casually: "Oh, Emperor Jiang's hometown is Huaxia Earth, there is nothing wrong with it."

"..." Jiang Huan opened his blood-colored eyes, put his hand on the handle of the knife, and said coolly: "I advise you to be kind, don't talk like me."

Xu Ying said coolly: "I advise you to be sensible, lest your face be swollen, and I have no face."

The Xuanjin robe changed from virtual to real, and the virtual shadow stood face to face with Jiang Huan, like twins, except for the clothes, there was no difference at all.

The two looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly turned their heads at the same time and said, "Ah Yue!"

Under the blue sky, with lotus blossoms blooming, Feng Yueci quietly watched them making noise like talking to himself, without saying a word, until they stopped, and then said: "After drinking that night, you said you were looking for I."

Jiang Huan was startled when he heard this.

Feng Yue resigned: "The Jiang family of Wangchuan is the orthodox Emperor Jiang, and the way you practice is in line with them, even far better than the Jiang family's direct inheritance. The Jiang family imitated Jiang Emperor's clothing preferences, and you also like black gold clothing, wearing long swords .”

Jiang Huan lowered his head and looked at the long knife in his hand.

Feng Yue resigned: "You can do the picture scroll that can't be opened. You can know the sword technique that Zhimeng can't use. Once you enter the picture scroll, you will be 'Emperor Jiang'. Since Emperor Jiang has left a thought in this picture In the volume, how can I let someone else enter the big wedding dream instead of me?"

Both Xuying and Jiang Huan were speechless and listened in a daze.

Feng Yueci said slowly: "The picture of floating life and looking at the moon, the endless sea of ​​demons, you say that the moon under the sea is the moon in the sky, how can I not know who the person in front of me is—"

Xu Ying sighed very lightly.

Feng Yueci stretched out his hand towards Jiang Huan, and said calmly: "Emperor Jiang, Jiang Huan."

As if a huge thunder exploded in his ears, Jiang Huan's mind went blank, but without hesitation, he held Feng Yueci's hand in an instant.

Tightly, refusing to let go, for fear that he would run away.

Not having time to pay attention to the messy mind, Jiang Huanfu went to his heart and blurted out: "No matter who I am, there is a seven-day agreement between you and me, if I win you, then you... are mine!"

Feng Yueci nodded slightly, his eyes were clear and his expression was calm, without any intention of avoiding it.

Xu Ying murmured: "Finally it's not in vain... this painstaking effort."

Jiang Huan said: "I was the one who chased the man, and I was the one who was tempted by Ah Yue!"

Xuying heard the words, smiled softly, and said: "Is there any difference? I am jealous of myself, and I am the only one who can do it. If it is not included in the scroll, how can there be a seven-day agreement? After you recover all the memories, you will I know how precious everything I got today is. Cherish it, you don’t know how much you used to envy the you now.”

Up to the poor and down to the underworld.

Climb to the ninth level for him, fall into reincarnation for him, become obsessed with one thought for him, and remain unchanged for him.

However, after all, I didn't find it, and I didn't wait for it.

Jiang Huan suddenly felt great grief in his heart, with an unspeakable sour feeling, like joy, like sorrow, he couldn't help frowning.

Feng Yueci gently caressed his hand and said, "Calm down, don't think about it."

A clear and light voice is the best medicine, Jiang Huan raised his head to look at him, he didn't feel uncomfortable, but couldn't help asking: "A Yue came back to look for me earlier...was that the one who was tempted?"

Feng Yueci thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head slightly and said: "No, you once said that you are tempted by 'I can't help myself, I am happy to see you', but I have never been dissatisfied or displeased with you."

Jiang Huan held his breath, and Xu Ying listened carefully, not wanting to miss a single word.

Maybe it's the cuddling under the moonlight, maybe it's the co-sleeping in the long night, maybe it's the warmth that comes from all the time... It's not a moment to be tempted, but a process that Feng Yueci gradually gets used to.

Feng Yueci has lived alone since he was a child, and getting him used to being alone is an incredible thing.

But Jiang Huan did it.

At the bottom of the sea, Jiang Huan knew it was the seventh day, but sent him away because he was afraid of hurting him.

Feng Yueci didn't think about anything at that time, only one thought - he couldn't be left alone.

Since you have something in your heart, you should face it with sincerity.

Ask without regret, and you can't feel ashamed.

Feng Yueci looked at Jiang Huan quietly, and said frankly: "Mr. Jiang, I will not lie to you. I still don't understand my feelings at this moment, but I have traveled thousands of miles, and I am willing to turn back for you. Even if there is no way out in the world of mortals, I am willing to go with you. If you have not changed your mind, let's give it a try, shall we?"

Jiang Huan's heart softened to the point of melting.

There was a smile on the corner of Xuying's mouth, and the watery eyes flashed away in a trance.

Jiang Huan rushed over, picked up the man and turned around on the surface of the sea for a few times, and shouted with a smile on his face: "Good! Good! Good! Great! Ah Yue, I'm so happy!"

Laughter was flying, almost resounding through the sky and the earth.

Xu Ying was watching from the side, he didn't say anything for a long time, he seemed to be in a daze, after a while, he said in a low voice: "I've been waiting for you to turn around for more than 6000 years."

Dressed in white, her face shines like snow.

It's like a glimpse in the past, and it's haunted ever since.

Xu Ying couldn't help stretching out his hand, wanting to touch his face, but he stretched out his hand in the air, and then slowly retracted it.

Feng Yueci raised his eyes.

Xu Ying raised his eyebrows slightly, and the light in his eyes was exactly the same as that of Jiang Huan, as if the scorching sun never extinguished, he just smiled at him like that, his figure gradually faded away, turning into a spot of light and blending into the center of Jiang Huan's eyebrows.

Jiang Huan froze in place for an instant, his mind was shaken, as if a force forcefully pushed away a corner of the dust, the gate of memory gradually loosened, and he was able to glimpse those past events that he couldn't bear to let go.

He swayed and supported the green lotus that was slowly blooming on the sea.

Feng Yueci frowned and went to help him, reaching out to touch the center of his brow.

Jiang Huan stared at him closely, the blood in his eyes sometimes deepened and sometimes faded, like a silent tsunami rolled up by the sea of ​​blood.

Feng Yueci asked softly, "Are you uncomfortable?"

Jiang Huan held his hand and placed it next to his cheek, eyes slightly closed, feeling the warm and cool touch of his palm.

Feng Yueci quietly accompanied him.

Jiang Huan suddenly took his hand, put it to his lips and kissed it, then opened his mouth to bite, and licked his white fingertips.

Feng Yueci withdrew his hand, seeing that something was wrong with him, he thought it was the influence of the sea of ​​demons, and immediately wanted to play the piano to calm him down, saying: "Jiang Huan, Ning..."

Jiang Huan hugged his waist, pushed him down on the slowly blooming green lotus with a little force, and whispered in his ear: "A Yue, call me Wangting, Jiang Wangting."

Before Feng Yueci could react, Jiang Huan kissed his lips.

Feng Yueci: "..."

The previous kisses were all Jiang Huan's playful kisses on the cheeks, only one time when he was drunk, he secretly kissed his lower lip.

But that time, it was just a touch.

At this moment, lips and teeth were close together, Feng Yueci's breathing finally got a little messy, but he didn't push away, it was just too close, so close that he didn't know what to do.

The mind is innocent, and looking at the erotic books is like watching the Taoist scriptures. If you have something in your heart, you can't be indifferent after all.

Jiang Huan smelled Chuxue's breath in a trance, mixed with a faint lotus fragrance, which was clear and cool. He couldn't help licking and biting gently, the deeper he went, the more infatuated he became.

The untraceable person is now in his arms.

Jiang Huan backed away half a point, and murmured: "Ah Yue, I remembered some past events, a little bit, but now I am very clear, so I am him—I am Emperor Jiang."

Feng Yue resigned, "You are you."

Jiang Huan laughed, and pestered him, saying: "A Yue, let me kiss you again, okay?"

Feng Yueci sat up, the jade crown on his head was pulled by the lotus petals, and fell into the bottom of the sea. In an instant, his long black hair poured all over his body. An aura that no one dares to desecrate.

Jiang Huan was not afraid, and wanted to kiss him again.

Feng Yue resigned, "You like this very much?"

Jiang Huan said, "Ah Yue doesn't like it?"

It doesn't matter whether he likes it or not. From Feng Yueci's point of view, people who practice Taoism seldom care about skin-to-skin contact, but more about the collision of soul and spirit.

The so-called Taoist couples are different from ordinary couples, but people who join hands in the Tao.

Compared with the distraction caused by kissing, Feng Yueci prefers to discuss with Jiang Huan, and he feels at ease.

Jiang Huan touched his cheek, and said with a smile: "I know that Ayue used to be self-controlled before, but it's just a matter of emotion, which can't be controlled at all. Look, your ears are red."

Feng Yueci was slightly stunned, touched the back of his hand to his ears, and it turned out to be a little hot, he was silent for a while, then raised his hand to his forehead, and said softly: "Even so, don't indulge in indulgence, and miss the right path."

Jiang Huan smiled sullenly, and kissed the corner of his mouth again, "A Yue is so cute."

Feng Yue resigned, "Jiang Huan."

Jiang Huan smiled and said: "When I went, I was afraid that there would be no return, but now I have returned, Ah Yue, call me Wangting, that's what you called me before."

Feng Yue resigned, "Wang Ting."

Jiang Huan took his hand and stood up, saying: "The thought left in the moon-watching picture is a memory of my youth. It was when I first met A Yue. The "Jiang Di Biography" you read may not be so much. To be precise, the Jiang family’s gang of brats owe a lesson to others who write their lives scribbled in their clothes, and then deal with them after they go out. It’s a rumor, and it’s a crooked one, and I don’t know which kid wrote it.”

The sea of ​​blood dissipated, the blue sky was washed away, the ancient imperial city was dusted off, the dilapidated streets regained their brilliance, the palace walls were raised, the city was renewed, and the prosperity of the past gradually returned.

Feng Yueci never forgot, so he naturally remembered the records in the book, and said, "Emperor Jiang was born in the Doom Dynasty?"

Jiang Huan nodded, pointed to the front and said, "Emperor of the world, the Jiang Dynasty, look—"

On the big tree inside the palace wall, a arrogant and reckless young boy was lying with his legs crossed, sleeping carefreely there, completely unaware of what was going to happen in the future.