The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Early in the morning, Gods of all walks of life were standing around the Zhushentai, and the Emperor of Heaven hurried over and shouted, "Jing Feirong! What are you going to do!"

In the center of the God Execution Platform, stood a young god with red eyes, and his hair was not combed, only loosely tied up in a bun, the tail of his hair fluttering in the wind, and a pair of wide snow-white sleeves were blown loudly.

"Father." Two lines of tears fell from Jing Feirong's eyes, he choked up and said, "I've made up my mind, you don't have to persuade me."

The historian at the side of the Emperor of Heaven immediately took out the notebook, and wrote it down while chanting: "In the 710th year of the ancient times, the Fifth Highness of the Dragon Clan, Jing Feirong, was forced by his father, the Emperor of Heaven, and could not bear the forced marriage, so he decided to kill himself. Young man God, not afraid of power..."

His tone became more and more passionate, and he was already adding fuel to the fire. The Emperor of Heaven frowned and waved his hand, and the divine guard stepped forward and carried away the old man who talked nonsense.

"I have made up my mind." The Emperor of Heaven said coldly, "Jump as you want, don't affect the gods to go to Lingxiao Temple to report on their duties."

Jing Feirong was still brewing up his grief against the wind, he was taken aback when he heard the words, tears were hanging on his chin tremblingly, he asked in disbelief: "What?"

"Don't jump?" The Heavenly Emperor raised his eyebrows and waved his hand again, "Go and help him."

Three or five divine guards took orders and walked towards Zhushentai. Jing Feirong panicked: "Wait... Father, it's not that we can't discuss this matter..."

"You don't need to persuade me," said the Heavenly Emperor.

Jing Feirong turned pale in shock, and hurriedly backed away. Because his legs were too long, he stepped on the ground before taking a few steps back, and fell straight down from the Zhushentai in a daze.

The god-killing enchantment under the God Execution Stage is densely covered, and no matter how high the god is, it will be useless if he touches the enchantment.Jing Feirong held onto the edge of the God-killing Altar with both hands, trying to reveal half of his face, seeing the Emperor of Heaven looking at him indifferently, this time he cried with real emotion: "Father! What's wrong with you, just say something!"

The Emperor of Heaven turned back indifferently: "All the gods are here, return to Lingxiao Temple to report on your duties."

The area around the Zhushentai was empty for an instant, only Jing Feirong's hoarse cry echoed in the surrounding fields.

It is said that he pawed at the edge of the platform for a whole day, and it was not until dusk fell that the Heavenly Emperor asked the divine guard to fish him up.Jing Feirong sat alone in the middle of Zhushentai and cried for a long time, but finally his third brother persuaded him to go back with the excuse of having dinner.

There is another sad dragon in this city.

Demon Realm, the realm of dry swamp.

The demon world is dark all day long, black clouds are rolling, wind and sand are flying, and the dry land is no exception.Standing on the edge of the barrier, Chu Yanchuan looked at the golden-red seal that was slowly surging in the territory. Under the seal was a square base, on which were carved different shapes of strange spirits and beasts, surrounded by stone pillars and thick chains, floating faintly above it Take a huge blue totem.

"Wake up." Yu Cang reminded.

Chu Yanchuan took a breath as if regaining consciousness, slowly opened his half-closed eyes, and said weakly: "I'm not asleep."

He rolled up his wide sleeves and said to himself: "It's getting cold, especially in the Demon Realm."

Yu Cang nodded: "It's time."

Chu Yanchuan rubbed his forehead: "I almost forgot, I got married today."

A little priest appeared behind him, made a bow, and said respectfully: "My lord Pluto, my lord Emperor, Heavenly Court has sent Lord Xing, and the ceremonial team is already waiting outside."

"Let's go now." Chu Yanchuan sighed and said.

Chu Yanchuan never expected that the scene would be so big.

The [-] divine guards and [-] heavenly officials in the heavenly court greeted him with greetings.Sanqing Tianzun accompanied by horses from various factions, the camel sedan chair was a Garuda seated on the Buddha seat, the white elephant ring rein was in front of Puxian seated, and a hundred spirit horses flew into the air behind.The Nine Heavens, the Changxi River, the Giant Peng Shaking Gold, and the Goddess Embroidered Clouds. When the sun is in the sky, the western sky also hangs a bright moon and stars are shining brightly.

Such a majestic and empty scenery is indeed worthy of the marriage of a famous and famous beauty.Countless fairy spirits wanted to see the grace of this beautiful emperor, but the veils of the wedding sedan were stacked, and only a beautiful jaw was faintly visible in the undulating ups and downs. With the hand on the knee, the vermilion brocade reflected the slender fingers, which was exquisitely beautiful.

Chu Yanchuan was sitting in the sedan chair, originally planning to sleep, but now he couldn't fall asleep no matter what, it was too noisy.

It was just an arranged marriage, and Chu Yanchuan had also heard a little about how Jing Feirong was tearing up and tearing up on the Zhushen stage that day.Now that the Heavenly Emperor is making arrangements with such a huge force, Chu Yanchuan has reason to suspect that the Fifth Highness of the Dragon Clan in the Heavenly Realm is probably not born to his father.

But Chu Yanchuan would not ask, he was afraid that the delicate and fragile Fifth Highness would cry again.

When he arrived at the Heavenly Court, Chu Yanchuan was very sleepy, so he skipped all the complicated etiquette, went to Jing Feirong's bedroom, opened the curtain, and fell asleep.

I slept soundly this time, I don't know what kind of incense is burning in Jing Feirong's temple, and the quilt smells good, Chu Yanchuan was wrapped in crimson clothes and red silk, and fell asleep peacefully, when he woke up, it was already dark outside. The bright moon is in the sky.

With a bang sound, the door of the dormitory seemed to be pushed open by someone. Chu Yanchuan raised his eyelids, turned over leisurely, and lifted the curtain of the bed.

Jing Feirong thought he had gone to the wrong dormitory, not because he had never experienced this kind of experience. He had strayed into the third brother's room after drinking a few years ago, but was struck out by a sharp talisman - because his third brother was with a The unspeakable object is like that on the bed.

In fact, there is nothing to say, the third brother's bed is Yu Cang, the king of the underworld.

Jing Feirong only hated that his eyes were not vicious enough, that he didn't see who was up and who was down between his third brother and Pluto.

At this moment, holding the flagon in his arms, he stared blankly at the beauty on his bed—the beauty in red dress and black hair, with a white and slender hand holding up the bed curtain, half of her face was illuminated by the moonlight, and the end of her eyes Still drowsy with drowsiness, his pupils were the color of water, cooler and more beautiful than the moonlight Jing Feirong saw just now as he walked all the way.

They got married today, but Jing Feirong never showed up to meet the bride, and hid alone in Zhuling for a drink, until the Emperor of Heaven sent someone to catch him back, and told him to quickly go to the bedroom and apologize to the emperor.

It is impossible to apologize, and Jing Feirong felt that Chu Yanchuan didn't see any signs of anger, not only was he not angry, but he was very nice.

Jing Feirong was stunned for a while, then suddenly hiccupped, realizing why he was drunk today, and then gradually frowned, and said in a low voice, "Why are you sleeping on my bed!"

Chu Yanchuan smiled with a good temper, flicked his hand, his fingertips glowed with fire, lit a pair of red candles under the window, and said, "Your Highness Fifth, wipe off the drool."

This smile is like a pear tree suddenly blooming under the moon, and the branches are covered with cold snow.Jing Feirong was taken aback for a moment, and quickly wiped the drool off his mouth, then looked up angrily: "I asked why you slept on my bed!"

Chu Yanchuan still answered irrelevant questions: "Alcohol is easy to hurt your body and cause trouble, so it's better for His Royal Highness to drink less."

Jing Feirong frowned more and more, the conversation between the chicken and the duck made him unable to tell whether he was drunk or whether Chu Yanchuan was deaf.

"Although I don't know why the emperor accepted this marriage." Jing Feirong suddenly became serious, "but the emperor must also know how you and I should deal with each other."

Chu Yanchuan nodded thoughtfully: "It must be clear."

It seems that there is no deafness, Jing Feirong's face turned pale, and he was about to say which of us would go out to sleep better, when he saw Chu Yanchuan slowly sitting up straight, raising his hand and starting to untie his waist.

Pity our Fifth Highness, who has never experienced such a sharp turnaround and exciting scene. When he finally reacted, Chu Yanchuan had already thrown his girdle on the ground and was about to take off his robe.

With a bang, the flagon fell to the ground, and Jing Feirong Huaying quickly walked to the bedside, grabbing Chu Yanchuan's wrist with one hand.

"What are you doing?!" Jing Feirong's face was distorted, the tips of his ears and neck were all red, he didn't know whether it was annoyance or embarrassment, his teeth were clenched, "Why are you taking off your clothes!"

"..." Chu Yanchuan deliberated for a moment, chose a slightly reserved expression suitable for the age of His Royal Highness, and said, "Do that."

Jing Feirong understood, and his expression gradually lost control.

"Could it be that the Fifth Highness can't do it?" Seeing Jing Feirong's miserable face, Chu Yanchuan asked tentatively, "Isn't it?"

In the dead silence, only Jing Feirong's heavy panting was heard.

"No way?" Chu Yanchuan asked again, he wrenched his wrist out of Jing Feirong's hands, and looked at him with some doubts, "Didn't everyone say that dragons are inherently obscene?"

"You..." Jing Feirong was so ashamed and indignant that he hiccupped again, and then shouted, "Dijun, you are old and disrespectful! Why are you so old!"

Chu Yanchuan was not annoyed at all, but nodded in agreement. The shadow of the candle was vivid, and there was a bit of seriousness on that cold and elegant face. Chu Yanchuan said: "I am indeed several generations older than you. If that is the case, the Fifth Highness is not as good as you." Call me Grandpa?"

That night, the historian of the Heavenly Court, who had been taken away by the divine guards, recorded stroke by stroke in the heavenly book: On the night of the wedding, His Royal Highness Jing Fei tolerated the embarrassment of forcing the marriage, collapsed again, escaped from the bedroom, shed tears in the Heavenly Court, and finally grieved Until he vomited blood from his heart, the shape was tragic.It is reported that he was drunk all day before returning to the palace, but he was still overwhelmed and unable to face it.Is this marriage a loss of morality, or a distortion of human nature...

I didn't finish writing later, because the Emperor of Heaven sent someone to take him away again.