Love against the sky

Lan Shang pursed her lips and smiled, without looking up, she continued to lean on his shoulder and said, "Then what if it's a daughter?"

"Then it's called Mo Yun, Yun..."

"Hehe, the cloud won't come out."

"I haven't made up my mind yet. Besides, I feel that it must be my son."

"I knew you liked boys."

Mo Yan stopped talking, and said for a while: "That's natural, daughter, there's nothing wrong with it, but in the future, someone will inherit the ancestral business and carry on the family line." As he spoke, he shook his glass, "Do you think it's a son or a daughter?" .”

"I do not know."

"Don't think about the daughter for now, just treat her as a son, surnamed Mo and named Junqing."

"Junqing." Lan Zhan read the name lightly, and said lightly: "The world is safe and secure, and you will not fail the Tathagata and not fail you."

"What, this domineering name changes when you say it."

Lan Shang buried her face in Mo Yan's neck, and said softly, "Mo Yan, I miss home, but I can't bear to part with you."

"Even if you're willing, I won't let you go, at least not now."

Yes, not now, he still needs the child in his womb to exchange for the lamp of the three realms, in exchange for what he needs to unify Yunxia.But apart from this, there may be more reasons for it.

"Then when will you let me go, when?"

"I'm willing to let you go, so why don't you go?"

Lan Shang gently shook her head, "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."

These words somewhat relieved Mo Yan, and he said: "I have already promised you that one day I will let you return to my own country and let you sit on the seat of Emperor of the Sea. You go back, and I will personally send you back to the blue sea and blue sky."

Lan Shang nodded, did not speak for a long time, and then whispered: "But then we can't be together."

"I can go to see you. If there is such a day, I will go to the sea to see you."

"But I don't want you to see..." Lan Shang's voice became lower and lower, with a tremor at the end, "I don't want you to see me..."

Mo Yan was silent for a long time, then smiled, feeling a bit disappointed, "Then, I won't go."

"Okay, you don't go, don't go..."

The wind on the river blows over the tips of the ears and temples, like a faint singing.

The two fell into a boundless silence.

Silence seems to be the most beautiful and sad legend in the world.

Suddenly, a cool, slippery object rolled down the collar and fell into the inner jacket. Mo Yan blinked his eyes, touched the round object with his hands through the clothes, and then pushed and fell on him. Lan Shang on the shoulder said, "What's the matter with you?"

"I don't want you to look at me, I don't want it."

"I told you not to go or not to go!" Mo Yan was a little annoyed, "What else do you want?"

Lan Shang raised her head, her eyes bright, "I don't want you to go, so why don't you go?"

"..." The end was very confusing, "Then tell me, how should I answer you, hmm?"

"I don't know." Lan Shang wiped the corners of her eyes and looked far away, "Perhaps there is no answer."

"Okay! How far away is it? What do you think about it now?"

Lan Shang looked at him in the blink of an eye, and said softly, "I just don't want to be separated from you."

"Then it doesn't matter!" Mo Yan looked aside and sighed, "I'm almost driven crazy by you." He looked at him again, "I said, can you change your crying habit? An older person will cry every now and then, there is really nothing I can do about you."

Lan Shang lowered her eyes, and said in a low voice: "Who told you that you want to send me back, you still don't want to see me."

... Mo Yan was really speechless and speechless, pushed him and said: "Okay, just be my king and say nothing, now, get up for me, and return to the world of drunkenness."

Mo Yan held Lan Shang's hand, feeling like crying without tears.I think he is like a bunch of embroidered cattails entangled in one place,

The bottom line is that people can't find a clue.

The night gradually sinks, but the Bali River is still rippling, flowing silently into the distance.

The thin and tall figures of the two disappeared into the dim lights of the street corner.

The vast sea ran out of ice, and the sad clouds were bleak.

The vast snow desert is boundless as far as the eye can see.

This area is in the northernmost part of Yunxia, ​​and it is called Beihuang.

The bright red snowthorn flowers bloom on the vast white snow, like a burning cloud at the end of the sky.

In this vast and dark land, as far as the eye can see, there is another city.

This is the imperial city of the great Han Dynasty, all named Qitian, whichever it means, wants to be equal to the sky.

In the city, there lived the most powerful ethnic group in Yunxia, ​​the Sagar ethnic group.

All members of this tribe are good at riding and shooting, respect witchcraft, drink blood like hair, and are very vigorous.

The big man is Yunxia Dayang's only formidable enemy. For hundreds of years, although they are far apart, they have fought endlessly year after year. In countless fights, Dayang has not won, and the two countries are at a stalemate.Although Emperor Dayang tried to calm down the Han Dynasty several times with the border city and rich gifts, the king of the Han Dynasty did not agree, and repeatedly invaded the northern border of Dayang, and the war continued for years.And because Segar is a nomadic people, and everyone is a cavalry who can penetrate Yang at a hundred paces, so Dayang can't do anything about it.

At this time, it was dusk, and the setting sun was like blood, reflecting the land, and covering the white snow with a strong color.

The design of the palace is also different from other countries.The crown-shaped dome is quite religious, and most of the furnishings in the palace are carved from animal horns and bones. In the spacious hall, Wujin Qingding lit a bowl-sized salt candle, and the warm fire light It can't melt the murderous atmosphere in the air.

On the high throne, leaning lazily on a man with cloudy eyes and a handsome face.

Holding a bottle of blood wine in his hand, the dark red liquid is like the snowbuckthorn flower in full bloom on the desert.

The blood wine was still warm, and his slender fingers were fiddling with the wine bottle carved from animal bones.

This person, named Situ Yi, is the emperor of the Han Dynasty.

He was wearing a snow wolf raccoon, and the snow-white wolf coat set off his bronze-colored skin, revealing his firm chest.On the neck is a necklace carved from a unicorn-horned beast, and on the left ear is an animal bone earring.The black shattered hair trimmed to the ears made his entire face look sharp and sharp, as if cut by a knife.And the soul hidden under this appearance is like an unsheathed sword, a sharp knife, vicious and sharp.

At this time, a guard with the appearance of a general hurried in, cupped his hands and said, "Your Majesty, Mr. Nangong is back."

Compared with Dayang's system, Dahan's court rules are relatively less, without those complicated hierarchical systems, as long as Situ Yi likes him, he can talk to him directly.

"Let him in!" Situ Yi put down the wine bottle, picked up a herbal tobacco made from snowbuckthorn branches and leaves, lit a nearby candle, took a deep breath, and closed his eyes deeply .When I opened it again, I saw Nangong Qingcheng had already entered the hall.

Nangong Qingcheng is a thousand-year-old fox demon, exuding a demonic aura all over his body.She has a fair face, a pair of almond eyes that are always shimmering, waist-length dark red hair, loosely tied in a bun at the back of her head, and the rest is loose.He never wears any color other than red, because he is transformed by a red fox and has a soft spot for red.This made him even more indescribably alluring, with a strong evil spirit.

"You monster, you came back quite quickly." Situ Yi straightened up and asked lazily, "Where is the thing I want?"

"Of course I found it for you." Nangong Qingcheng took out a small pure black fox from the skirt of his clothes, "here."

"That's it!? It's like a grasshopper, trying to make a fig leaf for me!"

"Don't underestimate it. It is a little small now, but it will grow up. Your Majesty has so many mink and raccoon dogs. Do you have to wear it now?"

"Monster! How dare you refute!"

With a whoosh, the wine bottle flew over and hit Nangong's forehead, and blood gushed out immediately. He clutched his forehead, showing a trace of resentment, but he didn't dare to make a mistake. If there was no Situ Yi, he would have slept in a snow cave, where those The wolves snatch food from their mouths, and life is quite difficult, how can they be so rich and well-fed like this time.Then he said in a low voice: "If Your Majesty is in such a hurry, then I will look for it again, but I may not be able to find this kind of black snow fox that is hard to see in a thousand years."

Situ Yi gave Nangong a cold look, "Bring it to me to see."

Nangong carried the little fox up the jade steps of the throne and handed it to Situ Yi.

Situ Yi took it with one hand and looked at it with disdain. The little fox blinked its round black eyes and looked at him in horror.

"The coat color is pretty good, it can be called excellent." Situ clicked his tongue, "but this thing is so big, when can it be made into a raccoon dog and worn on the body."

Seeing that Situ opened his mouth, Nangong leaned over and touched the little fox's shiny black fur, "That's not too fast. Your Majesty only needs to feed it well, a few months will be enough."

"I don't have time to spare!" After a pause, he looked at Nangong, "Can I grow up to be as big as you?"

"Me?" Nangong was surprised, but also a little scared. If Situ Yi was unhappy, he might make clothes out of himself, "Your Majesty really knows how to joke, I'm already in human form..."

"You are transformed into a god, and you are also transformed into a fox."

"..."

Nangong lowered his eyes and clenched his hands tightly, feeling cold sweat protruding from his palms.

"Back off! Don't stand in my way here."

"Yes." Nangong hurriedly retreated to the bottom of the steps. Just as he was about to say something, Situ threw the little fox on the ground. Situ said, "Take it to the harem and let the servants feed it."

The little fox fell in pain and made a whining sound.

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