Green scales

The first year of Dasheng, the twelfth lunar month.

There have been hundreds of springs and autumns in the world, and dynasties have changed, and finally in this severe winter, a new emperor ushered in.

The emperor gave both kindness and power, amnesty to the world, and the soldiers disarmed and returned to the fields one after another. The inside and outside of the imperial city, and even the entire Central Plains, were full of joy.The bright red window grilles, couplets and red lanterns almost illuminate the dark night, and the imperial city is never dark.

A hundred years in the human world is but a fleeting moment for the demon world, at least for big monsters like Situ Ling and Yao Jue.

The demon world has regained its vitality in the past hundred years, and everything is in order.Situ Ling failed to resign after all, and still sat firmly on the Demon King's position. The only difference was that this time Xia Xinglan became a demon, and at Qing Yu's request, Situ Ling personally awarded it.

The Wan Yao Temple once again hung red lanterns. Before Yao Jue came, there was almost no winter in the demon world, because the monsters did not like severe winters.

However, Yao Jue likes snow, so Situ Ling will open the barrier every winter, so that the snowflakes from the sky and the earth will also fall on this fertile land.

This made some little monsters suffer, and they had to take out the plush cloaks that had been dusty for many years, and some of them didn't even go out.

"This year's snow is extraordinarily heavy. It has been falling for three days." Yao Jue stood in the hall, and from time to time, large snowflakes would blow in with the wind, soaking the ground at the door.

"Because Ziwei star came into the world." Situ Ling casually raised his head and drank the wine in his glass, "Everyone has a saying that the auspicious snow heralds a good year, and it is because of Ziwei emperor star's accession to the throne."

Yao Jue raised his hand to catch a snowflake, and said with a smile, "Where are Qing Yu and Xia Xinglan? Why did they disappear after drinking?"

"Where else can I go, I might find a place where no one is around to make out." Situ Ling lazily hiccupped.

Snowflakes fell one after another, and the entire Wan Yao Temple was covered with a white coat.

Xia Xinglan was sitting in the small pavilion in front of Caiqing Pavilion, the dim candlelight shone on his handsome side face, Xia Xinglan's complexion was reddish, he was wearing a black and gold martial robe, and a large cloak was placed on the table.At this moment, he was leaning back, leaning on the stone table with one hand, looking up at the snow with his legs crossed.

"It's cold outside, let's go in." A warm voice sounded, Xia Xinglan narrowed his eyes slightly, but without turning his head, he only responded briefly from his throat.

Qing Yu changed her plain clothes, and today she wore a garnet red robe with gold embroidered edges, a fox fur cloak over her head, a circle of snow-white fluff around her neck, her black hair hanging down, her skin fair and jade-like.

"It's cold outside, go in quickly." Xia Xinglan said.

"I won't go back." Qing Yu sat down on the stone chair next to Xia Xinglan instead, "If you don't go back, I won't go back either."

Xia Xinglan laughed helplessly, her voice was low and hoarse, then she put down her long legs and patted again.

Qing Yu understood, got up and walked to Xia Xinglan's side, and sat on his lap.

Xia Xinglan's firm and powerful arms tightly wrapped around Qing Yu's slender waist, buried her head in the snow-white fox fur and took a deep breath, a fresh fragrance lingered in her nose.

Xia Xinglan's warm breath sprayed on Qing Yu's neck, which made him itchy. He couldn't help shrinking his neck, and pushed Xia Xinglan's head with a red face.

However, Xia Xinglan went ahead and kissed Qing Yu's slender neck directly.

Qing Yu's body trembled for a moment, her ears turned red.Xia Xinglan knew that this place was his Achilles' heel, and was very sensitive, but he had to kiss here every time.

"I was thinking..." Xia Xinglan said slowly.

Qing Yu pricked up her ears.

"How did we meet? I wasn't a demon before, am I a mortal?"

Qing Yu's eyes dimmed. In the first period of time, he tried to tell Xia Xinglan those stories, but because of his own reasons, whenever he mentioned some key points, his words flickered.

As time passed, Xia Xinglan didn't often ask about it.

"Don't be afraid." Xia Xinglan felt her body stiffen in her arms, and hurriedly whispered to comfort Qingyu, pecking kisses on Qing Yu's cheeks, "Memories will change, but feelings will not. I love you, it's me deep-seated belief."

Qing Yu didn't reply, she just leaned her head against Xia Xinglan's head, and the two leaned against each other, the wind and snow howled into the small pavilion, wet their clothes.

In the past hundred years, even though Xia Xinglan and him have also been married and have done everything that should be done, the two of them are indeed as loving as before.But what happened in the past has always been like a barrier separating the two of them. Although it is not a big deal, it will always be seen.

"If I tell you, it may be biased." Qingyu said softly: "Situ has a picture scroll of floating life, which can create dreams. I have been weaving these things into dreams for a year and put them into it. Tomorrow I will If you can write it well, if you want to know the ins and outs, tomorrow I will lure us into a dream."

Xia Xinglan frowned and remained silent, looking at Qing Yu fixedly.

Qing Yu laughed, leaned over and kissed his forehead lightly, "Don't worry, it's just a dream, it's just a night, in this night, you will know everything."

Xia Xinglan was still a little hesitant, Qing Yu didn't rush, but just waited patiently.

Xia Xinglan felt that Qing Yu's hands were shaking, but it wasn't because of the ice and snow, but because he was afraid.

Although Xia Xinglan didn't know why Qing Yu was so afraid, but since looking into the past would make Qing Yu feel sad, the memories from the past seemed less important.

After a while, Xia Xinglan sighed softly, "Forget it, that's fine, let him get over the past."

The wind and snow whizzed through the small pavilion, and fell on the two of them with heavy snow like goose feathers.

Qing Yu got up, took Xia Xinglan's hand, and walked into Caiqing Pavilion.

Xia Xinglan didn't struggle, but thought that Qing Yu was tired, so she picked up the cloak on the table and raised her hand above the two of them to block the wind and snow.

The interior of Caiqing Pavilion is as warm as spring, and once the door is closed, it is isolated from the wind and snow outside.

The maids in the cabinet have long since left, and now there are only two of them left in the room.When Qing Yu came back after taking a shower, she saw Xia Xinglan holding a scroll of floating life and looking at it carefully by the candlelight.

"I haven't made the last stroke yet, so you can't see it." Qing Yu walked behind Xia Xinglan, wrapping her thin white arms gently around his neck.

Xia Xinglan smiled when she heard the words, rolled up the scroll again, put it aside, got up and carried Qing Yu on her back, Qing Yu exclaimed, and then a pair of big hands firmly held his hips , and then Xia Xinglan blew out the candle, turned around and fell into the bedding room with Qing Yu on his back, naturally fascinated.

In the middle of the night, the wind and snow whizzed open the window frame with the chill, and snowflakes fell into the house one after another. A few larger snowflakes seemed to be blown on the picture scroll inadvertently, and before they melted, they were violently blown away. Absorbed it in, and then the picture scroll shimmered like a firefly.

The veil between the bed fluttered with the wind, Xia Xinglan woke up from the cold, turned her head to look at Qing Yu who was tightly buried in her arms, raised her hand to pull up the quilt, and slowly got up to close the window, Isolated from the severe cold of the outside world.

"Huh?" Just as she was about to turn around, Xia Xinglan's eyes were attracted by the slightly shiny scroll. Xia Xinglan turned her head and looked at Qing Yu who was sleeping soundly. After thinking for a long time, she still didn't plan to wake him up. What's the matter, I'll talk about it tomorrow. .

As soon as Xia Xinglan turned around, the light in the scroll suddenly increased several times. Before Xia Xinglan could make a sound, he was surrounded by the beam of light. After the light dissipated, Xia Xinglan's body fell limp, and everything returned to calm.

Snake demons are the least likely to move in winter, even a big monster like Qing Yu is not immune, especially on this snowy night, it is almost impossible to wake him up.But at the moment when the beam of light converged, Qing Yu suddenly opened his eyes.

"Xia Xinglan?"

The surroundings were empty, Qing Yu sat up, and saw a black shadow under the bed, followed by the slightly shiny picture scroll on the table.

Qing Yu was so frightened that he was scared out of his wits. He hadn't finished the picture scroll yet, yet it directly lured Xia Xinglan into a dream!Moreover, it is not controlled by him when he enters the dream, and it is very likely that the time will be chaotic-staggered. If Xia Xinglan is not properly guided to the right track, the consequences will be disastrous!

Qing Yu's complexion was pale, she almost flew over and spread out the scroll, chanting the formula in her mouth, she couldn't help saying in her heart: "Don't be confused by time."

The picture scroll was unfolded again, and after a dazzling white light, Qing Yu also breathed steadily, and her body gradually weakened and fell to the side.

But the picture scroll quietly floated up, and the whole body exuded a lustrous light. The faint light sprinkled on Qing Yu and Xia Xinglan's sleeping cheeks, as if they had cast a layer of moonlight.

In the spring of the seventh year of Qingyuan, in the imperial city, at night.

The moon and stars are scarce, and the severe winter is over. The lights of the night market in the imperial city shine through the sky as always.

"Ga—" The crows and sparrows flew out of the treetops as if frightened.

A red figure came out from behind the tree, the silver mask on its face revealed a slight chill under the moonlight.The man in red raised his hand to support the tree beside him, shook his head, then raised his hand to take off his mask, revealing an extremely stunning face.

It was Qing Yu.

Qing Yu raised her hand to look at the red shirt on her body, a trace of bewilderment appeared in her eyes, and she quickly realized it.

At this moment, a figure flashed past, followed by four streaks of black mist.

Qing Yu was startled, and he was able to see the white figure clearly through the moonlight, just as he had imagined in his memory, with a "crash", the man stepped into the air, was attacked by the man in black again, and jumped from the eaves Rolled up and hit the ground hard.

The man raised his face, it was Xia Xinglan, but he was just an adult, and there was still a trace of childishness on his face.

With the sound of "squeak", a piece of bright yellow light fell, and a young man happened to open the window frame.

Xia Xinglan looked up, and the young man casually glanced at the dark place, then turned around again and left.

Qing Yu should have waited in the dark until Xia Xinglan fled into the boy's bedroom before going out and killing those men in black.

But his movements were a step faster than his thoughts, and before he could react, he had already flew up, and pierced through the man in black who was pressing every step of the way with his sword. After screaming, the man in black turned into a cloud of black mist and dissipated , and the remaining few were pierced through the heart by Qing Yu's sword again before they could escape, and they were wiped out in ashes.

Xia Xinglan sat down on the ground, staring blankly at the beauty in red who was bathed in the bright moonlight.

"you……"

"I……"

The two spoke at the same time, and were silent together.

Qing Yu took a deep breath, looked sideways at the open window, then turned around, not looking at Xia Xinglan again.

There were rustling sounds coming from behind, Qing Yu felt a little unspeakably upset, although he knew that this was just a dream, but pushing Xia Xinglan to others still made him very uncomfortable.

But he had to do that, if he wanted Xia Xinglan to remember the past, he had to walk again according to that memory.

Qing Yu was completely immersed in her own thoughts, ignoring the sound of footsteps getting closer behind her.

Suddenly.

"Thank you, Young Master, for saving me. I...Xia Xinglan, may I ask what your name is, Young Master?"

Qing Yu tilted her head slightly, revealing her graceful jaw and neck.

"Qing Yu."

"I" hadn't finished speaking, Xia Xinglan snorted, her figure was shaking and she was about to fall, Qing Yu turned around, only to see that body slamming towards her, Qing Yu subconsciously hugged Xia Xinglan in her arms, touching the wetness with her palms, lifting her When I looked at my hand, it was full of blood.

Qing Yu didn't dare to delay, although he could completely cure Xia Xinglan, but he didn't do it.

Qing Yu put Xia Xinglan behind her back with her backhand, and disappeared into the house in a flash.

As soon as it landed, there was an exclamation beside her ear, and Qing Yu quickly raised her hand and let out a boo.

"Young Master Yu? What's the matter? Did something happen?" A little boy shouted outside the door.

"No...it's okay, I accidentally bumped it, you go down first!" A young man in Tsing Yi stared at the two who barged in with his eyes wide open.

"He is a disciple of Jianzong. He was injured during this trip to eliminate demons. Please treat him." Qing Yu carefully put Xia Xinglan on the bed, and explained slowly to the still frightened young man.

The young man responded in a daze, and slowly moved a few steps. Qing Yu sat on the side of the bed, holding Xia Xinglan's right hand with one hand, and kept sending him spiritual breaths. Not long after, Xia Xinglan's originally pale face grew a little more. Bloody.

The young man saw it and said, "I don't know medicine, I'm not good at saving people. Why do you let me come if you can save him?"

"You don't need to worry about it, you just need to save it." Qing Yu said.

The young man thought for a while, rubbed his fingers on his sleeve and asked softly, "Although I don't know how to heal, my brother can. He should be back playing the piano now, or... I'll call him to save him?"

Qing Yu originally wanted to refuse, but was taken aback suddenly, the boy's brother...

If the Fushenge scroll caused time confusion due to the wrong opening, then...whether it will.

Qing Yu's breathing was a little short, and she said in a trembling voice: "Your brother...what's his name?"

"Drinking songs." The young man seemed a little proud when talking about this person, and his voice couldn't help but grow up. Seeing Qing Yu's complexion changed, he hurriedly explained: "I didn't lie to you, he is really good at medicine, drinking songs is very good He can heal people with a wave of his hand, last time I was accidentally scratched by a fragment of a vase, and he helped me!"

The young man was afraid that Qing Yu would not believe it, so he hurriedly lifted up his trouser leg, revealing a thin white calf, and gestured: "Look, there used to be such a long scar here, but now nothing can be seen."

But Qing Yu didn't hear anything, it was as if she had been slapped in the face.

Drinking song is still in Bibo Pavilion...but how could it be, drinking song should have disappeared long ago.

"Can I... meet him?" Qing Yu asked with difficulty.

"Of course, wait a minute, I'll call him right away." The boy nodded, and ran out without waiting for Qing Yu's response.

Qing Yu sat blankly for a while, her heart was pounding, and when she was about to stand up and go along with her, a gentle big palm grabbed his hand violently.

"Qing...Qing Yu." Xia Xinglan's eyes were closed tightly, his forehead was sweating, he held Qing Yu's hand tightly, and kept babbling as he opened and closed his lips.

Qing Yu hurriedly turned around and rushed to the bedside, but Xia Xinglan opened her eyes a little.

"Qing Yu..."

"I'm here."

"Qing Yu...don't go." Xia Xinglan's eyes were blurred, and he could barely see a silhouette in red, as if he was afraid that Qing Yu would leave, he tightly grabbed his arm with one hand.

"I'm not going, I'm not going, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere." Qing Yu comforted in a soft voice.

Xia Xinglan snorted lightly, and then she felt relieved, but she still didn't let go, muttering words like "Ten Thousand Demon Palace", "Snow", "Hua" in a low voice.

Qing Yu frowned. It stands to reason that Xia Xinglan would erase the memory of the outside world after she came in. Why did she remember it now? !Obviously... obviously I didn't know each other just now.

Could it be that it is really because the picture scroll has not been completed yet...

What is the meaning of this dream?Qing Yu couldn't help laughing bitterly.

Although Xia Xinglan was in a coma, she still murmured Qing Yu's name in a low voice, as if she wanted to engrave it in her heart.

Qing Yu could only comfort her softly, "I'm here, I won't leave, I'll be with you."

With a "squeak", the door was pushed open.

"Who do you ask me to save?"

Qing Yu turned her head abruptly, and the visitor also froze.

Yinge is dressed in white, covered with a gauze with the pattern of green mountains, her black hair hangs down, and her face is tired, but it disappears the moment she sees Qingyu clearly.

The author has something to say: Fanwai swears that there is no abuse, it is used to make up for some mistakes and regrets.The sweetness is max, as for the small trolley that I promised earlier... Since everyone wants it, I have to go and see it after my liver comes out.