The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

The pens and paper on the desk were scattered all over the place, and in the dusk, Chu Yanchuan was hastily wrapped in a robe, and was hugged by Jing Feirong and sat on the ground.Jing Feirong kissed his bare shoulder, and asked in a voice hoarse after being satisfied, "Is today still too long?"

Chu Yanchuan leaned wearily in his arms and nodded.

The two of them stuck together intimately, Jing Feirong felt his whole heart swell, and his tone unconsciously sounded like a baby: "Dijun, you need silver taels to go to the human world, do you have any?"

"Yes." Chu Yanchuan said with a hoarse voice, "In the brocade bag, I also brought candied fruit for His Highness."

Jing Feirong asked pleasantly, "White peach candied from Wangyue Mountain?"

"Well, I passed by Wangyue Mountain when I came here, so I took some with me." Chu Yanchuan reached for the brocade bag left on the side, took it over and opened it, squeezed out a candied fruit, and when he raised his hand, Jing Feirong behind him opened his mouth to pick it up past.

"Why are you crying again, Your Highness?" Chu Yanchuan looked at Jing Feirong sideways and asked him.

Jing Feirong bit the candied fruit for a moment, he never stopped crying since Chu Yanchuan used his mouth for him, it was very simple, because it was too comfortable and exciting, the expression of extreme feelings on him was tears, completely controlled Can't live.

Besides, that was the supreme emperor of the gods...Jing Feirong's thoughts at that time were already extremely chaotic, Chu Yanchuan unexpectedly knelt in front of him without hesitation, and later...swallowed——

This is... true love, right?Jing Feirong admits that there is still an element of emotion in his tears.

Since it was true love, there was nothing to hide in front of Chu Yanchuan, after all, the emperor knew even his oral desires, and he was already ashamed, but Jing Feirong could see it.

"I don't know, the tears fell out by themselves." Jing Feirong muttered.

After the two packed up, they went to the human world. There are regulations in the heavenly world, and it is not allowed to change money at will and use it in the mortal world. They need to register with Sihu Xingjun to receive it.Usually, he followed his older brothers and sisters, so Jing Feirong naturally had money to spend, and today he was in the big family of Dijun, and he was very happy.

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Jing Feirong always feels that Chu Yanchuan's complexion is particularly good after the incident, even if he just raises his eyes and purses his lips, it's like there are beautiful little flowers blooming on his body, the spring scenery is picturesque, but it seems There was snow falling, clear and clear.

"I'm finished." Standing in the bustling crowd with dim lights, Jing Feirong looked at the back of Chu Yanchuan who was buying candied haws for him, and murmured absentmindedly.

Chu Yanchuan turned his head and handed the candied haws to Jing Feirong. Against the background of various lanterns and the smoke and fire in the world, that cold face was so clean that it was not stained with dust. It seemed that he could catch it just by looking at him eternal.

"Is it sweet?" Chu Yanchuan asked.

Jing Feirong nodded, and handed the candied haws to Chu Yanchuan: "Emperor, eat one?"

Chu Yanchuan shook his head, but Jing Feirong moved closer to him, and rubbed the candied haws on Dijun's lips.The crowd was noisy, and Jing Feirong's voice was clean and clear, as if coaxing a child: "Dijun, it's really sweet, you should have a taste."

His face was against the light, his hair was in a loose bun, and his whole head was fluffy. Chu Yanchuan looked at him for a while, and then licked his lips. There were some sugar stains on his lips, sticky and sweet.Chu Yanchuan pursed his lips, moved forward a little bit, and wanted to bite the candied haws.

Jing Feirong moved the candied haws back with bad intentions, and Chu Yanchuan took a bite.

It was the first time in tens of thousands of years that Chu Yanchuan was so blatantly teased. Chu Yanchuan was stunned, and subconsciously raised his eyes. Jing Feirong was caught by his rare blank gaze, and suddenly became distracted—because the emperor is usually very calm, and he can only sleep on the bed. That's why he looked at him like that.

"Oh, I read it wrong." Jing Feirong looked at the candied haws pretendingly, "I just saw that there seemed to be confetti on it, but it didn't."

He brought the candied haws to Chu Yanchuan's lips again, and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, the emperor will take a bite."

The gentle emperor was irritated by the bear child, and the consequences were serious. Chu Yanchuan walked forward without saying a word. Jing Feirong felt that the appearance of the emperor was very novel, so he stood there and giggled twice, and then bit a candied haws In his mouth, he chewed and followed.

After walking two steps, there was a small stall selling masks. Jing Feirong stopped and looked at it curiously. He was also thinking about Dijun and the money in Dijun's pocket, so he turned his head and wanted to stop Chu Yanchuan, but he saw Dijun opposite him. There was a man standing holding a silk peach blossom lantern in his hand.

The stall owner who sold the masks was about to make a sale, but the young man in front of the stall disappeared with a bang. When he looked around, he was already two feet away.

Without further ado, Jing Feirong embraced Chu Yanchuan's shoulders, chewed candied haws, and said innocently, "Did you meet someone?"

The voice was innocent, and the eyes were merciless. He coldly looked at the man from top to bottom, and finally fixed his eyes.He is obviously a handsome young man who eats candied haws, with a smile on his face, but no matter how you look at him, he looks cold and pressing.

The man smiled and said: "It seems that the young master is already with you. If you bother me, I will take my leave."

Seeing the man leave, Jing Feirong put his hand off Chu Yanchuan's shoulder and asked, "Did he just want to give the lantern to Dijun?"

"Yes."

Jing Feirong muttered: "Why do you send lanterns when you see someone?"

"It's the Lantern Festival custom in this city. Giving a lantern to someone means inviting the other party to go out to enjoy the lantern at night."

Jing Feirong was taken aback for a moment, then held back for a long time before saying: "Frivolous!"

As he said this, he took Dijun's hand very frivolously, Chu Yanchuan looked at him, Jing Feirong looked left and right, chewing candied haws, as if trying to hide something.In the end, he blinked his eyes a few times, finally looked ahead, and said solemnly: "There are too many people, it would be bad if you lose Dijun."

Chu Yanchuan let him hold his hand.

The two slowly walked across the entire long street along the river full of lanterns, and finally walked away from the lively crowd, and arrived at a quiet stone bridge. There were little lanterns floating in the river, not knowing where they were going.Jing Feirong looked into the river for a while, then asked Chu Yanchuan: "Does the emperor want to put lanterns?"

His Highness Fifth Highness's thoughts were tortuous and extremely unpredictable. He obviously wanted to play, but he refused to speak directly, and he wanted to ask others in a pretentious manner.With a faint smile on Chu Yanchuan's lips, he replied, "Yes."

"Then I'll go buy it, Dijun, wait for me here." Jing Feirong was about to take a step, then turned around and leaned against Chu Yanchuan, and asked in a low voice, "Dijun, can you give me the purse?"

Chu Yanchuan took off the brocade bag and handed it to Jing Feirong. Jing Feirong took the money bag and didn't leave. Taking advantage of the darkness around him, he leaned over and kissed the emperor's side face.

Chu Yanchuan turned his head to look, Jing Feirong had already run away and only his back was left.

When buying the lanterns, Jing Feirong was molested by the proprietress, and asked this handsome young man who he would give the lanterns to. Jing Feirong was carefully carrying a few lanterns. Answer: "Give it to your sweetheart!"

He quickly returned to the bridge to look for the emperor, but the place where the two were standing just now was empty, except for a few pedestrians passing by, there was no figure of Chu Yanchuan.

Holding the lamp, Jing Feirong looked around in a daze, somehow his heart tightened, and he suddenly realized that Chu Yanchuan seemed to be like this—light and quiet, coming and going without a sound.Jing Feirong never knew his past, so he couldn't hold on to anything. Marriage and totems didn't represent anything, and his hands were actually empty from the beginning.

The gods had to seal the spiritual breath in the mortal world, and even Jing Feirong couldn't use this to sense whether Chu Yanchuan was still around.

Behind him was the boisterous Lantern Street, Jing Feirong stood by the dark river, with his head down, tears welling in his eyes.The lamp in his hand was burning softly, illuminating him a little lonely, like an abandoned child.

"His Highness Fifth?"

Jing Feirong suddenly raised his head, followed the sound, and saw a white figure on the bank of the river under the steps, which was his Emperor.

A heart seemed to be firmly caught, Jing Feirong immediately stepped down the steps, walked in front of Chu Yanchuan, was silent for a while, and then said a little aggrieved: "I thought the emperor is gone."

Afraid that Chu Yanchuan would find out that he was crying, Jing Feirong immediately changed the subject: "I bought a lamp and it's already lit."

He handed a lotus lantern to Chu Yanchuan, and Chu Yanchuan stretched out his hand to hold it. The two squatted down by the river and put the lantern into the water together.Two lanterns staggered next to each other and drifted slowly towards the middle of the river. The flames on the lanterns flickered like stars, embellishing the small river with bright lights, which is rare in the heavenly world.

After a long silence, Jing Feirong suddenly said, "I heard that lanterns can carry away the prayers of the living and illuminate the way for the souls of the dead who have nowhere to return."

He asked Chu Yanchuan: "What did Lord Pluto say?"

Chu Yanchuan looked at the lanterns in the river, with some light reflected in his eyes, and replied, "He said it was fake."

"But it can always give people something to think about. It's good to have a sustenance. If you really lose a loved one, it's not a kind of comfort." Jing Feirong thought thoughtfully, "Old friends are like light clouds, day and night. But they are far apart and out of reach. With such a lantern in hand, it can be regarded as a real concern."

Amidst the subtle sound of water flowing, Chu Yanchuan's voice was very soft, a little ethereal, as if he was appreciating Jing Feirong's words: "Old friends are like light clouds..."

Jing Feirong rubbed his nose, glanced at Chu Yanchuan secretly, carefully picked up a pear flower lantern at his feet, and said, "Dijun, I give it to you."

——It is the Lantern Festival custom in this city. Giving a lantern to someone means inviting the other party to enjoy the lantern night tour together.

This was said by Chu Yanchuan himself, Jing Feirong put what he learned into practice, anyway, the sky was dark, the emperor couldn't see him blushing.

Chu Yanchuan took the pear flower lantern, paused, and said, "I have already enjoyed the lantern with Your Highness."

"Leave a memory." Jing Feirong said, "It's the first time we celebrate the Lantern Festival together."

He was very embarrassed after speaking, his ears and face were hot.Then the two got up together, Chu Yanchuan said: "Your Highness Fifth, it's time to go back."

"Ah."

A pair of figures gradually walked away, the river was slightly turbulent, and the pair of lanterns that were placed next to each other scattered a little bit during the drift, and finally fell on both sides of the river, dangling and far apart.

Jing Feirong didn't go back to the Heaven Realm, he turned a different direction halfway and went to Duanyi Mountain.Duanyi Mountain is located in the Immortal Realm, where it stands alone, and Jing Feize, His Highness of the Dragon Clan of the Celestial Realm, served as the governor of the Immortal Realm.

The road was smooth, and there were acquainted priests everywhere. Jing Feirong arrived outside the hall smoothly, and without anyone reporting, he pushed the door in and walked through the long corridor to the door of the study.The room was full of immortal books with glittering golden lights, and behind the long book table sat a blue-clothed deity, reading quietly with downcast eyes.

Jing Feirong opened a bag of sweet-scented osmanthus cake in his hand, lowered his head and sniffed the crisp fragrance, then he knocked on the door frame, walked in, and said with a smile on his face, "Da Lang, I've taken the medicine."