The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

For a period of time after that, apart from leading the troops to guard against demons and report to the Emperor on time, Jing Feirong sat in the middle of the room waiting for Chu Yanchuan, holding the inner garment in his hand, occasionally picking it up and sniffing it, as if relying on the smell. Remember the puppy.

When night fell today, Jing Feirong just returned from the battlefield in the Southern Region.Recently, the chaos demon seems to be getting stronger and stronger, and its magic power is treacherous. After Jing Feirong returned to the heaven, he didn't even have time to change his battle clothes, so he went to the study of the emperor of heaven and reported the battle in detail.After hearing this, the Emperor of Heaven frowned slightly: "Understood, you should be more careful."

"I think there is something strange. Maybe we can cooperate with Pluto to investigate. Pluto is in charge of the northern region of the demon world, which is the place where the dry marsh is located. I suspect that the new batch of scattered demons has something to do with the seal of the seal in the territory. I have seen the The excerpts of the priests in the realm, the descriptions in it correspond to the demons of the Southern Territory that I met in every way."

The Heavenly Emperor remained silent, closed the folder, paused for a moment with his gaze on the bloodstain on Jing Feirong's neck armor, and said, "You should go back and rest first."

The obvious roundabout words, Jing Feirong puffed up his cheeks a little childishly, and raised his hand to say goodbye: "My son, I will leave."

After he walked out of the study room, the Heavenly Emperor picked up another folder, but the words were indistinct. He turned his head slightly to look at the blue jade tube carved with flying phoenix and auspicious clouds on the table, in which was inserted a gloomy phoenix feather.

Jing Feirong walked all the way back to his bedroom under the moonlight. Many days have passed. On the third night after meeting Chu Yanchuan in the underworld, Jing Feirong waited for a long time on the bed wrapped in a small quilt. Did not appear, the promise to come every three days was broken in the endless waiting.Finally, Jing Feirong got out of bed with red eyes, ran to the desk in the study, and angrily wrote three large characters on the paper: Deceitful (with five exclamation marks).

Pushing open the door, Jing Feirong took off his battle armor, and looked at his own sword, thinking about taking it to the furnace for maintenance tomorrow, then he took off his outer robe and walked into the room.When passing by the study room, Jing Feirong stopped suddenly, was stunned for a moment, then slowly turned his head to look at the book case.

Chu Yanchuan was sitting in front of the desk with his chin resting on his head and reading quietly. His snow-colored clothes and raven-black hair, the bright moonlight poured in from outside the window, covering the floor, almost blending with his robe.A slender and fair neck seemed to be covered by a halo, with a soft and warm touch, looking at Qing Leng from the side, without any trace of the hostility of fighting on the battlefield for thousands of years.

Tapping lightly on the table with his jade-like fingertips, Chu Yanchuan picked up a thin piece of paper, on which there were three bold Chinese characters: Deceitful (plus five exclamation marks).

"Who are you talking about?" Chu Yanchuan asked.

Jing Feirong looked at him for a moment, turned and left without saying a word.

He returned to the room, stood there in a daze for a while, and then went to take a bath and change clothes like a hungry wolf rushing to eat the wind and clouds, washing away the remaining blood and demonic energy on his body.When Chu Yanchuan entered the room, Jing Feirong had a piece of candied fruit in his mouth, and was hurriedly hiding his clothes while eating—it was Chu Yanchuan's.

How dare Jing Feirong say that he sleeps with this dress in his arms every day, and stares at the totem in his palm for a quarter of an hour before going to bed—as long as he thinks that Dijun loves him so deeply, so deeply, and so sincerely, he will feel There was something soft from the heart to the heart, as if the whole person was about to melt.Beauty is not scary, infatuated beauty is the deadliest, Jing Feirong has a deep understanding of it now.

"The emperor came to visit suddenly after many days, what's the matter?" Jing Feirong's heart was moved, and he ordered a lot of things that should be angry, and folded his hands with his back to Chu Yanchuan, "I came to see that so-called child, Or did you wake up at Lord Pluto's place, and take a walk here by the way?"

He felt that his words were superb, not only mentioned Chu Yanchuan's late arrival, but also implicitly stated that he already knew that the matter of having a child was false, and by the way, pointed out the old incident of Chu Yanchuan sleeping next to Yu Cang's seat , can be said to kill three birds with one stone.Jing Feirong, you are so outstanding.

Chu Yanchuan looked at Jing Feirong's tall back, which was brightly naive and careless, and he suddenly remembered the words of the Emperor of Heaven: "Feirong is still a teenager except for being clear-headed on the battlefield. I hope the emperor will take care of you."

"I will take care of it myself." Chu Yanchuan replied, his expression was indifferent and cold. He didn't look at the Emperor of Heaven at that time, but said indifferently, "I am not the emperor's family."

"His Highness is injured?" Chu Yanchuan walked behind Jing Feirong and asked him softly.

Jing Feirong felt that he was lost, Chu Yanchuan cared about his injury with such a gentle tone, a real man couldn't show any more anger, he even forgot what question he just asked.

"It's just a small injury." Jing Feirong said calmly, but the tips of his ears were already red.

Chu Yanchuan stretched out his hand, took Jing Feirong's arm and turned him around: "If there is a demonic energy invading, it will not be a trivial matter, Your Highness, let me take a look."

Jing Feirong's eyes wandered, Chu Yanchuan pushed aside his collar, carefully looked at the wound on the side of his neck, and confirmed that there was no magic energy contamination, so he pressed lightly with his fingertips, and a bright blue spiritual power overflowed along his fingertips, Slowly merge into the flesh.Jing Feirong only felt that the Lingtai was suddenly clear, and the spiritual breath carried a faint chill, traveling through the main veins, and within a short while, the wound healed until only a faint trace remained.

Jing Feirong had suffered a lot of injuries, and had also received a lot of spiritual power from outside, but Chu Yanchuan was the first one who didn't conflict with each other and had such obvious effects.

Sure enough, he is the Kaigu God Venerable, with a unique spiritual breath, and a moment of healing is worth more than a hundred years of cultivation.

"The injury is healed." Jing Feirong touched his neck and whispered.

They were very close, and Jing Feirong could clearly see Chu Yanchuan's slightly drooping long eyelashes, the roots were distinct, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the lines on the side of the face were soft and elegant, intersecting to outline a delicate chin.Jing Feirong suddenly wanted to rub Chu Yanchuan's lips vigorously, to paint it with brighter colors, it would be very beautiful.

Thinking about this in a daze, Jing Feirong heard Chu Yanchuan seem to ask: "Did your Highness eat white peach preserves from Wangyue Mountain?"

Fourth sister's words suddenly echoed in my ears: He loves you so much.

He loves you so much...

Chu Yanchuan loves you so much...

Chu Yanchuan loves Jing Feirong so much...

Jing Feirong suddenly became dizzy, he stared at Chu Yanchuan's face, and answered the wrong question: "The emperor also wants to eat?"

Chu Yanchuan just asked casually, and was about to shake his head to say that he would not eat, but his eyes suddenly darkened. Jing Feirong lowered his head, pressed his hand on the back of his neck, and kissed him without warning.