All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Snow gradually began to fall in the sky, and with the raging cold wind, it poured into the attic, spreading layer by layer on Fengning's body.

But Feng Ning acted as if she didn't notice anything, she sat on the ground alone, as if her whole person was separated from the world.

His head was dizzy, as if he had been soaked in water, a bunch of miscellaneous threads were tangled together, and he couldn't figure it out no matter what.

He didn't raise his head until a messenger talisman floated in front of him.

But only then did I realize that the sky was dark.

Feng Ning picked up the messenger talisman, opened the envelope, and looked down.

The letter was in the handwriting of his second disciple Ling Feng.

Ling Feng's handwriting is the most neat, each stroke is like a knife carving, and the language has always been concise and clear, without talking nonsense.

But Feng Ning found it extremely difficult to read this letter today.

The handwriting on the letter was reflected in his eyes, but it couldn't reach his brain. He had to read a paragraph slowly two or three times before he understood the meaning.

The letter said that the Guining Gate was about to start the enrollment ceremony for No. 30 freshmen, and Feng Ning was not around, so he dared not make the decision alone.

In addition, Xiao Ning from the Demon Realm has been clamoring to go back to the Demon Realm these days, asking him to ask Feng Ning when she will go back.

At the end of the letter, I also wish him all the best in his actions.

...The operation went well?

Feng Ning stared at these six words and thought for a long time before she realized that this "action" refers to his going to the Demon Realm to "spy on the military situation".

He almost forgot that he came to the Demon Realm to find out whether Qing Lang had any intention of going to war.

In fact, he overheard the conversation between Qing Lang and the former East Altar Master on the first day he came.

The former East Altar Master advocated for war, but Qing Lang's attitude was vague.Qing Lang seemed unwilling to take the initiative to start a fight, but he was fully prepared to start a fight, as if if there was a slight disturbance, he would immediately change the direction of the wind and strike violently.

In addition, the demon world and the underworld... are about to marry, and the battle situation will change a lot in the future.

Feng Ning can tell Heavenly Emperor Qinglang that he has no intention of going to war for the time being, because this is conducive to the stability of the battle situation.

But the latter is fine.

The alliance and marriage with the underworld may be Qing Lang's hidden card, and if it is revealed, Qing Lang's plan may be messed up.

As long as Qing Lang stays rational, doesn't kill innocent people indiscriminately, doesn't provoke chaos, and doesn't cause harm to the world, then he will always stand by Qing Lang's side.

Even... even if Qinglang did something outrageous, he still wanted to protect Qinglang with all his might.

Feng Ning stood up, and the snow fell from her body.

He looked down and looked at this magic palace belonging to Qinglang.

...it's time for him to leave.

Others thought that he came to the Demon Realm to spy on the enemy.

Only Feng Ning knew that he just wanted to see Qing Lang.

But the moment he saw Qing Lang, seeing Qing Lang's silent eyebrows, he thought, not only did he want to stay here and look at Qing Lang, he also wanted to see Qing Lang smile.

But he can't do it now, because Qing Lang hates him.

Qing Lang hated Feng Ning, and also hated the Xiao Ning he pretended to be.

Anyway, Qing Lang just hates him, no matter which shell he hides in, he can't make Qing Lang happy.

Qing Lang is going to get married soon, and will be with the queen of the underworld.

The queen of the underworld will make Qing Lang happy.

Qing Lang also liked that queen.

Otherwise, he would not remember intimately that that person likes to drink plum blossom tea.

Feng Ning shook her head, unwilling to think about it.

He only needs to think of the Queen of the Underworld, Qinglang, Ziyuan Ring, Plum Blossom Tea, and their marriage contract.

He felt stuffy and blocked in his heart, extremely uncomfortable.

Even if she had to leave, Fengning wanted to take another look at Qinglang before leaving.

At night, it snowed again.

The magic palace was very quiet, and there were twice as few guards patrolling than usual.

Xiaoxi is also missing.

Dim yellow light overflowed from the crack in the door, indicating that Qing Lang hadn't fallen asleep yet.

Feng Ning suddenly became a little nervous. He took a deep breath, put a set of tea sets into his hand, and walked in with the tea set in his palms sweating.

"Monarch, you..."

But as soon as he raised his head, he quickly stopped speaking.

Although Qing Lang didn't go to bed, he was resting.

Qing Lang was still sitting by the desk, maybe he was sleepy from reading, he propped his head on his left hand, and took a nap with his eyes slightly closed.

It's still snowing outside.

But because of the presence of the phoenix, the room seemed quiet and warm.

The dim candlelight flickered lightly, outlining Qing Lang's face more beautifully.

Feng Ning stood where she was, quietly holding her breath.

He looked at Qing Lang's eyebrows, looked at Qing Lang's face, and used his eyes as a brush to draw the outline of Qing Lang's figure over and over again, earnestly and meticulously, quietly and obsessively.

But in the silent air, a lingering scent of plum blossoms lingered quietly.

Feng Ning followed the scent of flowers and looked over, and saw the flower arrangement on the window sill.

This is what he plugged in this morning.

When he came today, he saw that the plum blossoms outside were growing very well, so he broke two and placed them in Qinglang's room.

Today, the plum blossom is still beautiful. There were still a few buds in bloom this morning, and now I am staying in the warm room, and every petal is unfolded.

Bright red plum blossoms, white porcelain vases, everything is very good.

But Feng Ning felt that the plum blossoms pierced his eyes like needles, making his heart sore and uncomfortable.

Feng Ning put down the tea tray in her hand and walked straight over.

He pulled the beautiful plum blossoms out of the bottle.

Get it in your hand.

Then burn it to ashes with spiritual power.

Qinglang's wife, who had never been married, liked plum blossoms so much, and from now on, plum blossoms would be fragrant in their house every day.

It's not bad for the few branches he Fengning planted today.

But seeing that beautiful plum blossom turn into ashes in her hands, Fengning felt a little annoyed: How could he be so narrow-minded?

Feng Ning feels that he is not like herself now.

He doesn't know what's wrong with him, he just feels like he's being controlled, getting angry for no reason, doing inexplicable things, and caring about inexplicable things.

Until now, he still feels that something is blocking his chest and piercing his heart, and there is warm liquid filling his mouth and nose, making him stuffy, painful and uncomfortable.

Feng Ning turned her head to look at Qing Lang again, but fortunately Qing Lang was not awakened by his movements, and was still resting with her eyes closed.

His long hair was not completely tied up, and the soft black hair poured down like running water, covering his left hand that supported his head.

Looking at his left hand covered by hair, Feng Ning suddenly wondered if there was the purple kite ring on Qing Lang's left hand.

Did he accept the ring afterwards?

Did he bring that ring to his finger?

Qing Lang didn't have a ring on his right hand, so did he put the ring on his left hand?

Feng Ning was eager to know the result, so she held her breath and walked over lightly.

The large desk stood in front of Qing Lang, and there was a bookcase on Qing Lang's left, so Feng Ning had no choice but to go around to Qing Lang's right hand, bent over, gently pushed Qing Lang's hair back, and looked at his left hand.

……No.

Qing Lang's hands were clean and he didn't wear anything.

Feng Ning suddenly felt a little joy in her heart.

But just a little bit, just a moment.

It was quickly buried by other emotions.

What does it mean if you don't wear a ring?They were going to get married after all.

Maybe it was put away.

Feng Ning withdrew her hand somewhat disappointed.

The black hair slipped from Fengning's fingertips, and the unknown breeze blew Qinglang's hair onto Fengning's cheeks, making it itchy.

Feng Ning suddenly realized that he was very close to Qing Lang now.

It was so close that Qing Lang's weak breath spread over his face.

Feng Ning's heart suddenly beat uncontrollably.

He licked his dry lips, wanting to kiss Qing Lang again.

……the last time.

he thinks.

I'm leaving.

I will never see Qinglang again.

the last time.

He convinced himself step by step, then closed his eyes and kissed her.

"Snapped!"

But before he even kissed Qing Lang, a hand grabbed his neck and suddenly pushed him down on the table.

Feng Ning opened her eyes in a panic, only to see Qing Lang leaning over him, her eyes flushed red with anger.

"Feng Ning!" Qing Lang gritted his teeth and shouted, "What do you want to do again?!"

Feng Ning opened her eyes wide.

...was discovered?

When was it discovered?now?Or earlier?

The next moment, the illusion technique on his body was smashed by Qing Lang, and the whole person returned to his original appearance.

Looking at the familiar face in front of him, Qing Lang couldn't restrain his anger.

The strength in his hands was stronger, and he pushed Feng Ning harder on the desk.

Feng Ning's back bumped against the corner of the table, and his back also touched the cold paperweight on the table, causing him severe pain.

Qing Lang was so angry that his complexion was livid, with veins throbbing on his forehead, as if he wanted to strangle Feng Ning to death, he said angrily: "Feng Ning, what exactly are you trying to do?!"

... what do I want to do?

Feng Ning looked up into Qing Lang's eyes, his mouth trembled, his voice was very hoarse, and there was a hint of tremor: "Can you... can you not marry the queen of the underworld?"

Qing Lang was stunned.

But soon, his brows and eyes became sharp again, and there was a strong sarcasm in his voice.

"I have nothing to do with you now, what qualifications do you have to interfere in my marriage? Or are you afraid that the alliance between the demon world and the underworld will pose a threat to the world and the six worlds?!"

Feng Ning: "No...not..."

Qing Lang: "Why is that?"

Feng Ning opened her mouth, but couldn't utter a word, the emotions in her eyes were confused and chaotic.

Seeing his appearance, Qing Lang's eyes became more and more indifferent, he pinched Feng Ning's chin, stared into his eyes, his tone was aggressive, every step was aggressive, almost unstoppable.

"Fengning, can you explain your behavior to me?

"Why did you go to the Demon Realm and pretend to be my servant to serve me?

"Why did you use invisibility to sneak into my room?

"Why don't you want me to marry someone else, and why did you come over and kiss me secretly?!"

He paused, raised his eyebrows mockingly, and his tone became mean.

"...Or did you say that you didn't want to kiss me secretly just now, but wanted to attack me when I was not prepared. What? You once stabbed me with a sword, but now you want to kill me completely?!"

Feng Ning shook her head, her psychological defense almost gradually collapsed under Qing Lang's pressure: "...it's not...it's not because of this..."

"——Not because of this, but because of what?!"

"I like you! I like you! Because I like you!"

Feng Ning's vision became blurred, intense grievances flooded his heart, overwhelmed his reason, he pushed Qing Lang away, and cried out in a broken heart.

Qing Lang froze suddenly.