All the teachers know that you two are secretly married.

Feng Ning was teleported to Duyu Pavilion by Qing Lang.

The books and chairs in Duyu Pavilion are exactly the same as in memory, and it is impossible to tell that 500 years have passed.

Even when Feng Ning's fingertips brushed over the teapot, they still touched the warm wall of the teapot - there was still warm tea in it.

Feng Ning poured himself a cup of tea, and the taste of this tea was exactly the same as that of 500 years ago.

He died for 500 years, but his disciples cleaned his room every day, burned incense and warm tea at any time, and waited for him to come back all the time.

"You have lived in this place for tens of thousands of years. Seeing this, do you think of anything?" Qing Lang asked.

Feng Ning put down the tea bowl and shook her head: "...No, it's just a little familiar."

"What about me?" Qing Lang asked, "Do you think I am familiar?"

Feng Ning nodded: "It's also familiar."

Feng Ning paused for a moment, felt that this description was ordinary and couldn't express his unique love for Qing Lang, so he said again: "Of all the people who just appeared, the moment I saw you, I liked you the most."

Qing Lang laughed.

He smiled very nicely, blowing away the tiredness between his brows. He was a little more mature than the young and handsome boy 1000 years ago, and a little more mature than the cloudy and sunny devil 500 years ago. gentle.

Feng Ning couldn't help being dazed, and followed him to the side of the bed in a daze, and let his slender fingers touch her belt.

It wasn't until the belt fell off that Feng Ning realized it.

His face suddenly turned red, he hurriedly covered his clothes, and took two steps back.

Hey, it's broad daylight!

"Sorry for scaring you," Qing Lang also took a step back, the smile on his face faded, and he said, "Even if you want to rest, I shouldn't undress you without authorization."

"rest?"

Qing Lang: "Didn't you say that you are tired and want to sleep?"

Feng Ning: "..."

That's right.

He thought...

Fengning's ears turned red again, and she secretly spurned her filthy thoughts.

When Feng Ning was lying on the bed and covered with a quilt, Qing Lang stood up and was about to leave.

"Aren't you going to sleep together?" Feng Ning paused, then asked again, "Are you going to sleep on the soft couch outside?"

Qing Lang shook his head: "I still have one thing to do."

Feng Ning asked: "What's the matter?"

Qinglang said: "Go to Jiuchongtian and kill someone."

Feng Ning said: "I just heard your conversation in the cave, is it Changbai you want to kill?"

Qing Lang nodded: "Now that you have been resurrected, it's time for me to avenge you."

"Can you let me do this?" Feng Ning paused and said, "As you and Ling Feng said just now, those who are expelled from the Guining Gate need to be punished with 28 whips, so according to this , Changbai is still my disciple of Ningmen, now that he made a mistake and killed me, he should be punished by me."

Qing Lang was silent for a while, then said: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Feng Ning patted the bed with a smile: "Okay, come to sleep."

Qinglang did not climb onto his bed, but just sat by his bed, looked at him quietly, and said: "Since you have listened to our conversation just now, then you naturally know that even though Changbai killed You, but I am also one of the culprits."

He paused for a while, his voice became a little difficult: "...I was the one who bound you with my living tendons, tied you up, and locked you in my secret room, but you did it to protect my living tendons." , to protect my life, only to be killed by Changbai, why are you not afraid of me, don't hate me, and even invited me to share the same bed with you?"

Feng Ning: "..."

Will you speak?

Why is this little Qinglang so stupid?

Fortunately, his amnesia is faking, if he really lost his memory, he would have been kicked out long ago when he heard Qing Lang describe his "evil deeds" in this way.

Feng Ning took a deep breath, sat up from the bed, with a radiant, holy and tolerant smile on her face: "I'm not afraid of you, and I don't hate you either."

Qing Lang: "Why?"

Feng Ning thought for a while, and then said: "Maybe it's because you saved me, and I like you in my heart."

He said: "The first time I saw you, I felt that you were different from others. It made me happy, and I couldn't help but want to get close to you. I don't care that you have hurt me. I just feel sorry for you for wasting 500 years." It took me a year to save me, I know you love me, and I like you too, so no matter what happened between us, it was just a misunderstanding."

Qinglang's breathing became rapid, and he moved a little, getting closer to Fengning.

But not too close.

He stopped at one that was too close for a friend, but a little too far for a lover who was about to kiss.

So Feng Ning moved closer to him and kissed him on the mouth.

Then he looked at Qing Lang, blinked, and still had that innocent and innocent look: "I'm sorry, did I scare you? I just heard that we were lovers, so I thought kissing might remind me of something. "

Qing Lang said hoarsely: "Then what did you think of?"

Feng Ning shook her head: "Not yet."

"That's not enough."

Qing Lang pressed Feng Ning onto the bed and kissed her deeply.

The long-term miss, the soft bed, and the joy of reunion after a long absence make everything a little too much.

Qing Lang didn't control his strength well, and the moment he accidentally tore his inner coat, a breeze happened to blow, making the wind chimes by the window sing.

It was only then that Feng Ning realized that the window was still open, if any disciple passed by, they would be able to see the absurdity of this room.

Feng Ning was frightened immediately, and kicked Qing Lang's calf, her voice even tinged with tears: "Qing Lang, window window!"

Qing Lang cast a spell to close the window, then kissed Feng Ning's collarbone, then his neck and cheek, then hugged him tightly, panting slightly.

Feng Ning: "..."

Feng Ning poked her head out of Qing Lang's embrace silently: "...No...is it gone?"

"Don't worry, I won't do anything to you."

"……Why?"

Qing Lang pressed his forehead against Feng Ning's, and said with a smile, "I've been sleeping for 500 years, are you stupid? How can I forget things like my dual cultivator's consumption of Yang energy?"

Feng Ning: "...Huh?"

Feng Ning's ears turned red, and then she remembered.

Then he buried his head in Qing Lang's arms, and said with a guilty conscience but confidently: "I've lost my memory, it's normal to forget these things."

Qing Lang's expression suddenly became annoyed, but his voice was stained with a low and hoarse smile:

"Sorry, I forgot that you are faking amnesia now."