The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

The injury on his back was still not fully healed, Jing Feirong was lying on the bed, the room was dark, only the moonlight came in from the window, the mottled tree shadows swayed between the bed curtains, and the evening breeze was cool.

Chu Yanchuan entered the room, took off his outer robe by the bed, and as soon as he lay down, Jing Feirong hugged his waist, and immediately leaned his head over his chest.Jing Feirong lay on Dijun's chest, Chu Yanchuan patted his head, but did not speak.

"Did the emperor bring that bag of white peach preserves to me?"

When Jing Feirong woke up, he found a bag of candied fruit on the bedside. He thought he had made a mistake. Thinking about it now, it must have been Chu Yanchuan who came to him when he was unconscious. The dream he thought was actually true—Dijun Heal him, give him water, and kiss him.

"Yes." Chu Yanchuan replied.

Jing Feirong said softly: "Father also likes candied white peaches."

Chu Yanchuan blinked slowly: "Yes."

"When did the emperor and father meet each other?"

"We met before the creation of heaven and earth. We survived the great chaos together. When the world was created, it was a catastrophe. It was Lin Yun who saved me and helped me transform into a physical body." Chu Yanchuan said slowly, "Later I Together with him and the gods, we will remove the demons and open the Yuan Dynasty, and set up the seal of sealing the demons."

At that time, they were still a tree and a phoenix, and the divine phoenix lived next to the divine tree, accompanying them for thousands of years.The world is ignorant, with no light or color, and one day there is a silver light, like a giant blade piercing through the primordial mists.The way of heaven was opened, the flames ignited the clouds, and there were thunders and thunders. The divine phoenix fluttered its wings and rushed towards the cracks in the sky against the flames. The thunder pointed directly at the main peak of Suliang Mountain, and smashed on the sacred tree one after another.

The branches and leaves swayed down, and the spirit of the sacred tree was about to split. The divine phoenix was one step ahead of him, screaming Nirvana from the flames of the sky, and passed through the catastrophe. A burst of thunder——Lei Zhen passed through the body of the phoenix and reached the Yuanling of the divine tree. The divine phoenix folded its wings and transformed into a human form, and a stream of spiritual power flowed out from its fingertips and poured into the divine tree.Yu Linyun grasped the hand that stretched upwards, and pulled Chu Yanchuan out of his original body. The long hair and robes of the two were entangled and fluttered in the thunder flames. After looking at each other tacitly for a moment, they both flew into the sky, Together with the gods to create the world.

Jing Feirong didn't speak, and hugged Chu Yanchuan's waist tightly. The emperor and his father have known each other for so long, and they have been in trouble together. The best friend died in one day, and Chu Yanchuan has been guarding the place where the deceased died day and night for more than 7000 years. , Those pictures replayed in his mind over and over again, which is not a kind of torture.

"Dijun." After a long time, Jing Feirong said in a low voice, "I have grown up and am capable of saving my father, don't be sad anymore."

"I believe His Highness has this ability, but I don't want His Highness to be injured." Chu Yanchuan said.

He stroked Jing Feirong's back. After he proposed to reconcile that day, Chu Yanchuan thought that Jing Feirong would be ashamed and angry, but no, Jing Feirong didn't vent his anger on him, just said nothing. Out of the dormitory.Chu Yanchuan did not expect that he would directly question the Emperor of Heaven, let alone that Jing Feirong would be punished with five hundred lashes for mentioning Yu Linyun.

Jing Feirong raised his head, looking at the mottled moonlight, and asked, "If I get hurt, will Dijun be sad?"

Chi Tuo reappeared in human form, and if he wanted to completely wipe him out, Jing Feirong was already ready to use up his cultivation—as long as he could save his father's soul.

"Yes." Chu Yanchuan looked at him and replied.

"Then I must be careful, don't let myself get hurt, and don't let the emperor be sad again."

After Jing Feirong finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed the corner of Chu Yanchuan's mouth. Chu Yanchuan raised his hand to touch his face, and gave him a longer kiss after a while.

None of them mentioned the Emperor of Heaven. Chu Yanchuan had separated from the Emperor of Heaven many years ago, and Jing Feirong, after experiencing all kinds of things and seeing all kinds of things, finally confirmed that power is power, Tao is Tao, and there will never be a balance. .

He knew that the Emperor of Heaven had difficulties and had to do so, and he also knew that he had been living in endless guilt and remorse, because as long as Jing Feirong could remember, his father, the Supreme of the Six Realms, the leader of the Dragon Clan, wore Phoenix gown.

But since you made your choice, you should have to bear the consequences.

When Jing Feirong opened his eyes, he immediately looked to the side subconsciously - the emperor was still there.

He took out the pacifier, but Chu Yanchuan didn't seem to have woken up yet, Jing Feirong got out of bed quietly, went to the study to get a pen and paper, then went back to the bed, pulled out a low couch, spread the paper, and faced Dijun's sleeping Let's start painting.

When I finished the painting, I saw that it was ugly, and I couldn't even say that it was very different from me, but I could only describe it as irrelevant.

Jing Feirong resentfully put away the pen and paper, and was about to get up, when Chu Yanchuan suddenly opened his eyes and looked sideways at him, saying, "Won't Your Highness show me the painting?"

"..." Jing Feirong put the painting behind his back in embarrassment, "The painting is not good-looking, and I will show the emperor when I draw a good-looking one in the future."

Chu Yanchuan sat up slowly, stepped out of bed, and walked in front of Jing Feirong.Jing Feirong was afraid that he would steal the painting, so he immediately became alert, but Chu Yanchuan just held his face, raised his head and kissed the corner of his mouth.

Every initiative of Dijun was a critical blow to Jing Feirong, his ears and face turned red instantly, and his peach blossom eyes widened.Chu Yanchuan touched his face, looked into his eyes, and said softly, "Since the picture is me, show me, okay?"

Xiaolong fainted, obediently handed over the ugly painting, Chu Yanchuan opened it, looked down for a while, and said, "The painting is ugly, but I like it very much."

The slap and honey smeared on the face together, Jing Feirong didn't know whether to cry or laugh, but in the end, happiness prevailed - although the painting was ugly, but because it was drawn by him, Dijun liked it very much.

Rounding it up, the emperor loves me, he likes me!

Jing Feirong picked up Chu Yanchuan, walked a few steps to the bed, pressed him to lie down, and was about to kiss him, but Chu Yanchuan raised his hand to cover his mouth, and said, "Your Highness, it's getting late, it's time Went to patrol the Demon Realm."

Although there is a beautiful woman on the couch, but what should be done cannot be ignored, Jing Feirong nodded, kissed Chu Yanchuan on the face, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Dijun, please don't leave, please don't leave during this time." Here, okay?"

He didn't have any hope, but he really wanted Dijun to accompany him, so he mustered up the courage to speak out.

"Okay." Chu Yanchuan agreed very simply, "Your Highness, go early and come back early, I will wait for you."

Go early and come back early, I'll wait for you.

Jing Feirong was stunned for a while, then immediately got up and changed clothes to go out - go early and return early, you have to go early to return early, you must seize all the time and leave quickly!

After the people left, Chu Yanchuan put on his robe, rolled up the portrait, went to the study to look for a painting tube, accidentally knocked over a larger painting tube, it was heavy, and he didn't know what it contained, he opened the cover, Pull out the stack of papers inside.

There are dozens of sheets of paper, the handwriting on them is a bit chaotic, and the font size is also large and small. It can be seen that it was written unconsciously when distracted.And on these papers, the same name was written all over the place——

Chu Yanchuan, Chu Yanchuan, Chu Yanchuan, Chu Yanchuan...

The crooked names are like the restless and sincere thoughts of His Highness Fifth Highness, which are written stroke by stroke, and then carefully rolled up and put away, and stuffed into the darkened painting tube.

Chu Yanchuan unconsciously raised his head and looked out of the window. During the time when he went to meditate without saying goodbye, Jing Feirong probably sat in the study like this every day, staring blankly, writing paper after paper. .

He always only called Chu Yanchuan Dijun, but in his heart, he had already recited Dijun's name thousands of times in the most intimate and coquettish tone.

Fingertips brushed over the ink-black handwriting, as if touching Jing Feirong's beating heart, Chu Yanchuan's wrists trembled, his eyes fell on the paper, and he couldn't move half a minute.

"He's just a dog hook waiting for you to come home. He hides under the eaves when the sun is high, shakes his fur when it rains, and does what he should do every day. He eats and sleeps as usual, but the rest of the time will be I use it all to miss you. When I miss you, I write your name with my paws. Every time I think about it, I write a name.