Abandoned Immortals

The thunderstorm lasted until the next morning, when the sky was dimly lit, the sound of the rain gradually died down.

Yu Lianxin opened her eyes on the soft couch in the corner of the study, with a person lying in her arms.

Que Qingyun's neat clothes pressed fine folds under her body, she pressed close to Yu Lian's heart, closed her eyes and slept lightly, breathing softly and long.

The soothing breath brushed Yu Lian's skirt, and for a moment, she almost thought that she already had Que Qingyun.

Suddenly, Que Qingyun's eyelids trembled slightly, as if he was about to wake up.

Yu Lian closed her eyes in time, not letting the other party notice that she had woken up early.

After a while, the person in his arms retreated away, the warmth dissipated, and a trace of coolness penetrated into his heart, feeling desolate and cold.

The feeling of loss didn't last long. Her body warmed up, and a familiar fragrance surrounded her nose. It turned out that it was Que Qingyun who covered her body with a thick coat.

The sadness and loss just now disappeared in an instant.

No matter what, Que Qingyun still cared a little about her.

Disappointed and lonely for a moment, secretly happy for the other party's small actions for the next breath, and kept saying that he would no longer want this person's sincerity, but in the end he still couldn't let it go, deep in the dark heart, there was always room and luck .

She not only scoffed at her own humbleness, but also couldn't help herself, haunting her dreams.

It's not like her temperament to be so contradictory, but that person is Que Qingyun, and everything seems to be reasonable.

Yu Lian opened her eyes, wiped away the wet tears from the corners of her eyes without any trace, turned her gaze, and Que Qingyun was standing in front of the window again.

Que Qingyun always liked to lean on the window to watch the scenery, but Yu Lian didn't know what she was looking at.

She is always used to being silent, and does not tell others about her complicated thoughts. Maybe what she sees is not the courtyard view outside this window, but the past, the old grievances, the mottled years, and the hopeless world.

Yu Lian firmly grasped the white clothes covering her body, rolled up a piece of the skirt and put it between her nose to sniff.

On this dress, Que Qingyun's elegant aura still remained.

When she moved a little, there was a slight sound from the couch under her body. The beauty in front of the window looked back and said softly, "You're awake."

"Well, um." Yu Lian rubbed her eyes, pretending to be awake, "How long has Master been up?"

Que Qingyun stared at her for a while, not revealing.

"Just got up for a while." As he said, he looked back at the wet and muddy courtyard outside the window, "The rain outside the house has stopped. How do you think about investigating the condition of the emperor?"

She didn't seem to have heard those words of Yu Lian's heart after the joy of the cloud and rain yesterday.

Yu Lian pursed her lips in silence, and every time Que Qingyun opened her mouth, she always had a clear purpose and plan.

After a storm last night, this morning was too peaceful.

Sometimes she can't tell whether even her decisive madness and hysteria are controlled by Que Qingyun, and all her actions are within his expectations.

For the "common people", Que Qingyun is willing to put a price on herself in exchange for the chips in her hand.

Her master is such a righteous and loving person, but it is difficult to give her sincerity as a gift.

But even though she was full of sadness, she still flocked to him.

"Shall we go now?"

That said, it means she agrees.

"Don't worry." Que Qingyun pursed the corners of her lips, showing a faint smile that was hardly noticeable, "You can wait for the dawn to go."

Yu Lian's heart was frightened by that smile, and she couldn't help walking over.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned over to kiss her lips.

She has become more and more presumptuous, and often has a thought in her heart, and immediately puts it into action.

She no longer considered Que Qingyun's feelings.

Urgently needing to relieve the depression accumulated in her heart, she put her arms around Master's slender shoulders, trying to press and entangle her.

Obviously, she should be happy, but she was not happy in her heart, as if something precious was dissipating silently in the process.

Then, she hugged Que Qingyun tightly, and buried her face in his warm neck.

Her eyelashes became wet unknowingly, causing her shoulders to tremble slightly, and she shed tears uncontrollably.

Although it is close at hand, it seems to be far away in the sky. No matter what is not satisfied, no matter what you want.

While enjoying Que Qingyun's tolerance, at the same time, he made more progress, giving birth to endless delusions and greed.

She felt that she was really a complete lunatic.

Que Qingyun remained calm from beginning to end, as if she had anticipated all this, and seemed to just be content with the situation, no matter what the situation was, it was difficult to touch her heartstrings.

However, in a place that Yu Lian couldn't see, under those drooping eyelashes, there were dark and unclear waves.

Yu Lian lay in her arms for half a cup of tea, and then raised her eyes, her mood had calmed down, except for a slight blush at the corners of her eyes, if she didn't observe carefully, she couldn't see that she had cried silently.

The sky seemed to be a little brighter again, Yu Lian got up heartily, her face returned to normal, and put the white dress on Que Qingyun again.

Tie belts meticulously, smooth out placket folds, and adjust accessories hanging from waists.

Que Qingyun also tacitly didn't urge her, and let the time flow, she waited for a long time to get ready, and it was already more than half of the time when she opened the door and came out.

Yu Lianxin followed Que Qingyun, walked through the nine-curved corridor, and passed through layers of checkpoints before arriving at the palace of the emperor's daughter, Qiluan Palace.

The security in Qiluan Palace is strict, there are dozens of people inside and outside, and there are several personal attendants of the monarch standing outside the palace gate.

From this, it can be seen that Yan Wenyu is also here.

When Que Qingyun and the others came, the guards guarding the gate went in to report, and led them in after a while.

The monarch I met yesterday was guarding the emperor's bedside. Today he changed into a dark brocade robe, with a five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread on his chest.

He folded his hands, resting his eyebrows in mourning.

Hearing Que Qingyun's salute and greeting, he straightened his face, nodded to Que Qingyun, and said, "Come in."

Yu Lian stepped into the bedroom with a heart, and felt a hidden strangeness, frowned slightly, then quickly suppressed her doubts, and walked to the bedside with a normal expression.

Lying on the bed was a skinny woman, about fifteen or sixteen years old.

But her eye sockets were sunken, her complexion was sallow, and her expression was haggard. Even with her eyes closed to rest, she could still tell that she was tired and that she was terminally ill.

Yu Lian just glanced at it briefly, then shook her head in her heart, with such a mood, even Sen Luo Hunke would be hard-pressed to do anything.

In the silent atmosphere, it was Yan Wenyu who took the initiative to speak: "Let's ask Miss Yu to take a look for my son."

After agreeing to Que Qingyun, Yu Lian no longer refused, walked to the side of the bed, and pointed to Yan Qinyue's forehead with two fingers.

Yan Wenyu watched this scene nervously, and clenched his hands on his knees involuntarily. He must have felt uneasy, lest Yuyi accidentally hurt his beloved daughter.

After a while, Yu Lian let out a small gasp in her heart, with some doubts in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Que Qingyun asked her.

Yu Lian frowned, and did not speak immediately, but made a more detailed investigation, and when the result was clear, Fang turned her head and said: "She lacks the energy of life in her body, and her soul has already been hurt, as if possessed by an evil thing. Its anger was drawn away, but the disciple checked just now, and did not find any trace of the evil thing."

"Possession by evil things?" Yan Wenyu's face changed drastically, and he said in shock.

For a long time, the palace doctor told him that the princess had a strange disease.

He sent people to visit famous doctors and found many doctors to treat Yan Qinyue, so naturally he also invited Yan Chengyue to see him.

However, although the emperor's teacher has a high level of cultivation, he has not been able to find out the cause of the disease. He only said that the soul of the emperor's daughter is damaged and needs to be cured slowly with the elixir of nourishing the soul.

In the past six months, Yan Wenyu sent countless people to search for the elixir that can nourish the soul, hoping to save Yan Qinyue's life.

But God's will is unpredictable, good fortune tricks people, and the growth conditions of the elixir for healing the mind and soul are extremely harsh, and there is not much in the whole big tree.

Therefore, the medicinal materials used to treat Yan Qinyue's illness were limited. Her health improved for a while, but it has deteriorated a lot recently, and the cause has not yet been found.

There are places where this kind of elixir gathers, but the place where the only hope is, is the least likely to give a helping hand.

He would write to Yinhunzong every three days, and even went to visit in person many times, but he was turned away by the other party, and he couldn't even go up to the mountain gate.

At this moment, an attendant came quickly from outside the palace, and reported in the monarch's ear: "Your Majesty, the priest brought a doctor and said that he wanted to take the princess's pulse again."

Both Que Qingyun and Yu Lianxin heard these words, and turned their faces at the same time.

They had just escaped from the clutches of Dao Yanzong, when Emperor Master Yan Chengyue robbed the practice field, turned his head, and Daoist Huntian came to the palace and said that he wanted to treat the emperor's daughter, obviously he had other plans.

Yan Wenyu hadn't recovered from the truth he had just learned, when he heard the priest coming, he showed his emotions and clenched his teeth in hatred.

He closed his eyes and adjusted his breath for a while, and then opened his eyes to calm the anger in his heart. His eyes were quiet, and he said to Que Qingyun and the two: "There is a dark room under the couch, and the mechanism is inside the left foot of the bed. Please go in and hide first."

Adjusting her state so quickly, Yu Lian couldn't help but look at him more, this person is far less gentle and harmless than he showed.

Que Qingyun didn't say much, grabbed Yu Lianxin's arm and led her into the bottom of the bed, touched the mechanism at the foot of the bed, only heard a crackling sound, the whole square brick under the bed was reversed, pulling the two of them together Swallowed into the underground darkroom.

There is a magic talisman on the stone door of this dark room, which can seal off the spiritual energy in the room, and it is indeed a good place to hide.

The only downside is that the space here is so small that it could only accommodate one person. Yu Lianxin and Que Qingyun hid in at the same time, so they had to half hug and half hug, waist to waist, and feet to feet.

The two balls were soft and pressed against the chest, knowing that it was not the right time, Yu Lian couldn't help but feel a little nervous.

The two are about the same size, hugging each other in this posture, and being in the dark room, the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Her vision was dim, and Yu Lian couldn't see the expression on Que Qingyun's face, but because of this, the touch of her body being pressed against each other became clearer under the blessing of spiritual consciousness.

Yu Lian's heart moved her throat, feeling her chest was burning unbearably hot, she wanted to get closer, longing for the faint fragrance of Que Qingyun's body.

She couldn't help stroking Que Qingyun's waist, and hugged him tighter.

It was Que Qingyun who was obviously poisoned by the devil, but every time the two of them approached, they couldn't help it, and it was Yu Lianxin who wanted to make a move.

The latter noticed her movement, and gave her a sideways glance helplessly in the dark.

After hugging her, Yu Lian was still not satisfied, so she took the opportunity to lower her head and rest her chin on Que Qingyun's shoulder.

Anyway, the space is so small, Que Qingyun must be unable to break free.

Que Qingyun's breathing was unsteady, so he closed his eyes, lightly pushed Yu Lian's shoulders, gathered the majesty of a teacher, and whispered in his ear: "Enough is enough, don't make trouble."

The voice is too soft, too soft to hear.

All that remained was a gentle breath brushing over the heart of the naughty little apprentice.

The author has something to say: It was too difficult for me, really, I changed the chapter five times yesterday _(:з」∠)_