[Lotus Cake] The whole world knows that I am chasing you

It's good to owe anything, but you can't owe favors. There is a saying that the thinner the favor, the lighter the body.Ao Bing is the one who is most afraid of being indebted in the whole Tiangong, and it can also be said that he is indifferent to world affairs in his bones.He is indifferent to others, and he is also indifferent to himself. Whenever the word "humanity" is touched, he is afraid to avoid it.

Such a person who is afraid of being in debt, now owes Nezha a lot one after another.

Maybe for Nezha, it's just blowing the fire with the wind, and he can't even be called a helper, but Ao Bing really can't do it lightly and let it go.I also thought about repaying the favor, but Huagai Xingjun's house was surrounded by nothing, so Ao Bing told himself that at any time and in any matter, as long as His Royal Highness speaks, he will go through fire and water, and will not hesitate.

They even made some preparations to go to the water and fire, but they never expected that His Highness the Grand Master asked to sleep together in the middle of the night.

Ao Bing was still in trouble, but Nezha had already moved his jade pillow a little to make room for his own pillow.After finishing these, he took off his boots and socks, stretched his long legs, and lay down.

Strange to say, Ao Bing's bed was only covered with a thin layer of mattress. Lying on it, he could clearly feel the rustic feeling of his back against the bed board, but Nezha found it extremely comfortable. More than a hundred times more comfortable.On the bed, there was a cold fragrance of water plants mixed with water vapor, very light, refreshing and elegant, very calming, Nezha had smelled this fragrance on Ao Bing.

Ao Bing was sitting at the end of the bed.The bed was so small that only one person could stretch his arms.Not understanding why Nezha came to sleep on his bed, and it seemed that it was only for sleep and nothing else, Ao Bing secretly felt a little guilty for his misunderstanding when he heard this for the first time.

He got down to the ground and sat down on the chair beside him.

The fire lotus had already been extinguished, and the room was pitch black, with only a sliver of moonlight leaking from the window, and Ao Bing's figure blurred into a mass of black figures.Nezha's eyes followed his figure: "What are you doing sitting there? Come and have a rest."

Ao Bing said: "The bed is too small, Xiaoxian doesn't sleep very honestly, swaying her hands and feet, afraid of disturbing His Highness's sweet dreams, Your Highness should go to sleep, Xiaoxian meditates and comprehends immortals in the same way."

"I came here to sleep with you," Nezha said.A few days ago, he also shared a room with Ao Bing in the East China Sea, but at that time they slept on the ground and a bed, and his sleep that night was not much better, so he concluded that Ao Bing had to sleep beside him.

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Nezha realized that what he said was ambiguous. Thinking that Ao Bing might be misunderstood, his 3000-year-old face couldn't help but blush.Fortunately, in the dark, each other can hardly see each other's expressions clearly.

"I don't have any other meaning," Nezha thought for a while, and explained, "It's hard to understand after a long night. How can participating in the cultivation of immortal arts compare to a good night's dream." After a pause, he said something obvious Lie, "I am never afraid of being startled when I sleep, so you can sleep."

Ao Bing didn't move, Nezha raised his jaw and looked at the dark figure.

After a long time, the figure stood up and walked towards the bed.Nezha gave a low laugh, and moved a little further outside the bed to make enough room for him.

That night, Ao Bing's back was almost completely pressed against the wall, his breathing was as light as possible, he didn't dare to close his eyes, and his hands and feet were arranged very neatly, for fear of accidentally bumping into Nezha.Persisting for a stick of incense, suddenly an arm was put around his waist, and Nezha breathed long and long.Ao Bing felt uncomfortable, and wanted to take his arm off, but just as his hand touched it, Nezha seemed to have sensed it, and moved closer to him, and hugged him even tighter.

Ao Bing didn't feel sleepy at all, stared blankly at the pitch-black nothingness for a long time, then heaved a long sigh, ignored the arm on his body, and closed his eyes.

He woke up early, and Shancai was pruning the branches and leaves of several pear trees planted in the yard. The big scissors creaked. Ao Bing walked out of the room after hearing this, gestured to him, told him to lighten his voice, and then pointed to himself s room.

Shancai was weird for a moment, didn't understand what he meant, so he simply carried the scissors and went to the main room to check what happened, and saw His Royal Highness lying in a large font on his Xingjun's bed, sleeping very deeply.

He was quite taken aback.Why is the grand master on Xingjun's bed?Are the rumors out there true?Absolutely not.In his heart, the bastard prince is not worthy to lift Xingjun's shoes.Recalling the indifference when he first asked him for help, he became angry, and remembered that the people in Tianshuai's mansion said that the prince was a light sleeper, so they deliberately picked up the scissors and clicked.

As expected, Nezha moved a bit and woke up slowly.

Sleeping peacefully all night, Nezha was convinced that Ao Bing was a good medicine for calming the nerves, and he was in a good mood, even when he was woken up, he was still amiable, even if he was a little bit sleepy, he looked dumbfounded.

Seeing his harmless appearance, Shancai sneered courageously from somewhere, and did not go forward to salute, but stood at the door and satirized: "It's not that the prince feels light and can't easily quarrel, the dormitories are all designated Where is it, why did you condescend to come to my Xingjun's bed?"

Nezha frowned. Just because he was in a good mood didn't mean he could climb onto his head.He raised his eyes, his bleary look was gone forever, his eyes were filled with coldness, fixed on Shancai, and he became that lofty prince again.

"When will it be your turn to talk about this seat?"

Shancai's heart trembled, and he suddenly realized that he was overstepping. The crown prince has always been the same crown prince, and has not changed. Even if his own star king kneels down three times and kowtows nine times, the crown prince can afford it.He didn't know where the illusion came from, he actually thought that the crown prince was equal to Xing Jun, and he was used to being the same as Xing Jun, so he dared to speak rudely to the crown prince.

He bent his knees, knelt down, and his face turned pale. If Xing Jun was hurt because of his transgression, he deserved to die: "I offended Your Highness, please forgive me."

He put his head on the ground, but Nezha didn't ask him to get up, and he didn't dare to get up. After a long time, he suddenly heard a loud bang and raised his head in shock, and saw that Nezha was holding a shuttlecock in his hand, and the table was hit Had to tip over on one side.

All the things in the mansion were given away, except for this chicken feather shuttlecock that couldn't be put on the table, and I didn't feel ashamed to give it away.

Nezha's face has changed shape in surprise, I don't know if he is dazzled, Shancai feels that his body seems to be trembling under the robe, and the shuttlecock is held in his hand to look back and forth, as if dazed, it is just The most common shuttlecock in the world made him seem to want to see a flower.

"Whose is this?" Nezha said suddenly, his voice was hoarse, with an imperceptible tremor hidden.This shuttlecock is the same as his painting with his wife's portrait, the two feathers are not tied very well, and they are sticking out.

Shancai said: "Xingjun's."

Nezha's eyes were glued to the shuttlecock: "Where did it come from?"

I accidentally contradicted him before, but now, in order to atone for his sin, Shancai knows everything: "This little one doesn't know, it seems that Xingjun had it before he became a god. I don’t know where Xing Jun got it from.”

"Before conferring the gods." Nezha repeated in a murmur, his eyes passed over Shancai's head and drifted towards the courtyard.

Ao Bing, dressed in green, sat reading a book in the stone pavilion in the courtyard, and the breeze stirred his temples and hair, making him independent from the world.

"Is it you?" Nezha said to himself, hating himself for not being able to remember anything.

Shancai didn't hear clearly: "What?" He raised his head and found that the prince in front of him suddenly disappeared, looked outside, and he was standing in front of Xingjun.

Ao Bing was reading a book of rites, when a shuttlecock blocked the page, he was slightly taken aback, raised his head and smiled and said, "Did your Highness sleep well?"

Nezha looked at his smiling eyebrows, trying to search for some similarities with his wife from the depths of his memory, but it was all in vain. He didn't answer and asked instead: "Where did Xingjun get it?"

"An ordinary shuttlecock, why does Your Highness mind where it came from?" Ao Bing didn't quite understand, and couldn't answer, he had already forgotten the origin of the shuttlecock.

"Since it's so common, why did Xingjun use immortal techniques to preserve it? The 3000-year-old shuttlecock, if it wasn't for Xingjun's immortal technique, would have rotted into mud."

Ao Bing couldn't answer this question, as if he couldn't answer all the questions about this shuttlecock.If it is not important, why does he subconsciously keep it carefully?If it is important, he really does not remember the reason why it is important. Since the reason has been forgotten, how can it be important, which is clearly paradoxical.

Seeing Ao Bing's embarrassment, Nezha laughed: "Xing Jun will kick it? Why don't you kick it with me."

Ao Bing has lived alone in the mansion for a long time, and has only read books and practiced the law. No one has played with him. Shuttlecock has existed for 3000 years, and it has been lonely for 3000 years. Unconsciously, he was a little more public than usual: "Do you need Xiaoxian to show mercy, I'm afraid His Highness is not your opponent."

He spoke arrogant words mildly, and Nezha found it interesting: "Haha, you are not ashamed to speak out."

While talking, the two had already left the stone pavilion, and they were three zhang away.Nezha poured a lot of spiritual energy into the shuttlecock, and the shuttlecock danced and jumped between his feet like a spirit bird, and then, with thunder and flames in his arms, he threw himself at Ao Bing face to face.

But seeing Ao Bing's sleeves swaying lightly, all the fierce attacks were resolved, the shuttlecock landed on his feet obediently, like a pair of hands gently moving, the shuttlecock spun out patterns flexibly in the air.

Nezha stared blankly at the startling figure across from him, and the images from deep in his memory gradually emerged.

The blue sea water, reflected by the brilliant sunset, has a different kind of brilliance. Two figures are playing happily on the beach.He was born with strange strength, no one could catch the toys he threw, let alone play with him, just because he was afraid that he would accidentally violently hurt others, so he felt extreme loneliness when he was three years old.Only the man by the sea, the man who was coaxed and tricked back home by him.In the vast and endless world, there were only two people at that moment.

Exactly the same as now.

The aura he lost into the shuttlecock, Quantiangong couldn't find another person who could catch it.He suddenly understood why he could sleep so well next to him. The memory of 3000 years ago is lost, but every inch of the body remembers the sense of peace that lingers around.

The shuttlecock fell on top of Nezha's head and slid down. He unconsciously reached out to catch it.

Ao Bing was taken aback for a moment, noticing Nezha's abnormality: "Your Highness?"

Nezha just stared blankly at his face.He is indeed the most beautiful fairy in the Heavenly Palace, with a gentle expression, and the morning glow at the end of the Heavenly Palace casts a pulsating luster on his face, which is indescribably bright.

I didn't expect to meet like this, it's too unbelievable.In the previously imagined encounters, he would rush forward to hug the person and rub them into the bones, or he would get angry severely, deliberately put on a straight face, and reprimand him for failing to make an appointment for 3000 years.

But I really met him, and when he called me His Highness, I was alienated and unfamiliar, and I couldn't even take a step.

He heard his own voice: "Ao Bing, do you still remember Chentangguan?"

Ao Bing frowned in thought, and said after a while: "I don't remember, Your Highness admitted the wrong person?"

His expression does not seem to be pretending, and there is no need to pretend. Nezha looked at him deeply, with a complicated expression. For a long time, Ao Bing thought he was going to be silent like this for a long time. I have admitted the wrong person, Mr. Xing, how about giving this shuttlecock to me?"

Without needing Ao Bing's answer, Nezha put the things into his clothes, read a formula, and it turned into a red light, and disappeared into the mansion in the blink of an eye.