The day of fortune-telling for the dragon

Outside the empty aviary, Xuanlong and Huajue stared at each other for a while, and finally Huajue got up in despair, lowered his head and explained to Xuanlong: "Well, this is not considered stealing. ..." He thought about it carefully, and finally decided to take out his package to show Xuanlong: "I want to feed it."

Hua Jue blinked at Xuanlong.Behind him, a small fat bird in a certain birdcage bounced a few times, sang happily a few times, jumped up and down and bumped into the cage, obviously very excited.

Xuanlong looked down.The cherries and nuts brought by Huajue were crushed when he fell down. The almonds and caramelized chestnuts survived, but the cherries had turned into a puddle of mud. Huajue realized these things half a day later I couldn't eat it anymore, so I took the package back in embarrassment.He looked at Xuanlong's expression, feeling that something was wrong, and slowly stroked the judge's pen in his sleeve, wondering if he should use the sleeping talisman again this time?

The deer garden is not a short distance away from the residence of the prince's mansion. First, Hua Jue doesn't know where Xuanlong lives, and second, there is no way to move such a big person back quietly.If he used the sleeping talisman again, the next day there would be rumors in the streets and alleys that King Ziyang was unconscious in the garden and was discovered by a sweeper... According to Xuanlong's current lukewarm appearance, Hua Jue doubts that she will not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

The two sides stalemate for a long time, but it was Xuanlong who broke the silence first: he crossed Huajue, stepped on a corner of the stairs that had just collapsed, and took off the birdcage on the top with his strength, and placed it beside Huajue.

"You want this bird?" Xuanlong asked.

He sat down beside Hua Jue.Feng Huang woke up when Hua Jue came over, and kept flapping its wings happily, but when it saw who was carrying the cage, it suddenly lowered its head dejectedly, and shrank itself in a corner.

Hua Jue heard a bit of hope from Xuanlong's words, and nodded quickly: "It is it."

Xuanlong opened the birdcage and reached in.Feng Huang moved closer to the corner vigilantly, seeing that she was about to be caught, so she opened her mouth and bit Xuan Long's fingertips.

Xuanlong didn't even frown, and directly hung the little fat bird with his fingers and sent it to Hua Jue: "Here."

Hua Jue: "..."

Hua Jue cautiously stretched out her hands to catch it, but Feng Huang clenched on it, very stubborn.Hua Jue observed Xuanlong's face, then shook his wrist, shaking the little fat bird, and finally fell down with a thud.Hua Jue happily took it, fed it a few melon seeds, and patted Fenghuang's head.

After confirming her safety, Little Phoenix quickly hunkered down on his lap without moving.Xuanlong looked at Hua Jue, only saw a twist of hair on top of his head when he lowered his head, a handful of unruly hair.The young man just grabbed his wrist, his fingers were cold when the skin was touching, but after he let go, there was a faint heat.Xuanlong's eyes fell on those hands: white and slender, with a pen callus on the joint of the ring finger, and a light scar on the tiger's mouth near the thumb.

What do you often do that leave such marks?

Xuanlong once again felt that there was a deviation in some places.Ever since he met Feng Huang for the second time, everything has changed.For example, he thought that Fenghuang should be arrogant and domineering, but the one in front of him is gentle and gentle. Another example is that he thought that the people who come out of the music workshop should have soft hands without any traces, but this person in front of him doesn't pay much attention to these things and doesn't decals. Not oily, just like every young scholar in the streets and alleys.

Of course he didn't know that it was the thin cocoon left by Hua Jue after holding the compass for a long time.In the night, when there was a full moon in the sky, the moonlight shone like water in people's eyes. Hua Jue tried her best to appease the wronged Feng Huang, rubbing its head gently, not paying attention to the eyes of the people around her.Based on Hua Jue's deduction, [-]% of Xiao Fenghuang's look of dying and being aggrieved after seeing him still remembers something, otherwise he wouldn't be eager to call him for help.

The little fat bird flapped its wings indiscriminately, calling pitifully: "Hua Jue—"

"Okay, okay." Hua Jue touched the little bird's head again, put it into the purse at his waist, and stuffed a piece of silk cloth inside to keep it warm.He is Little Phoenix's savior in this world, so why isn't Feng Huang the only reliable ally for him?With the tragic feeling of reuniting with each other after all kinds of hardships, Hua Jue decided to take the bird back no matter what.

If you have no confidence and can't fight, at this time, you have to cut first and then play.Hua Jue pretended to be calm, put the little fat bird away as it should be, and then said to Xuanlong, "This is the one, thank you...uh, thank you for your reward."

Xuan Long smiled: "I heard people say that this parrot can only say two words when it is born, one is life-saving, and the other is a certain name?"

Hua Jue chuckled: "Is there such a thing? It's an anecdote from ancient times and modern times. It turns out that this little bird is so extraordinary." Then, he patted the dust on his body, stood up and said loudly: "It's really a fate to meet the prince here tonight. , but it's getting late, I'm afraid it will delay the prince's rest, so I'd better report—"

He hadn't uttered the word "Ci" before he was dragged back by Xuanlong.Little Fenghuang was bumped in the pushing room, and screamed "Help" again.Hua Jue was falling on Xuanlong's lap, Xuanlong reached out to wrap him in his arms and hugged him tightly.

The man's deep voice came from his ear: "I heard from Ye Dabao that the name you told him is the name the parrot said?"

Hua Jue: "..."

He froze in Xuanlong's arms, his only thought was to go out and beat Hua Dabao.The fat-headed cat sold him very quickly as always, not only selling him, but also keeping his flattering nature.

Xuanlong turned him around, wrapped his arms around his waist, and looked at him deeply face to face: "Hua Jue? Is this the name you used to sell yourself?"

Hua Jue was so nervous that she was about to stammer: "Sell yourself? I didn't...I mean, yes. Fenghuang is just a stage name, that's all."

The little fat bird in his pocket moved and poked out a small head, his eyes seemed to be dissatisfied.

"Your parents' surname is not Hua." Xuan Long blocked his way with one word.Hua Jue answered quickly: "I was in poor health when I was a child. I was originally given the name of a monastery to raise my hair, so I took the surname of an elder."

Xuanlong glanced at him, and Hua Jue immediately said: "That temple has been destroyed, and I haven't been in touch with Master for a long time, so I don't remember many things clearly."

"Oh, you still have a master." Xuanlong said slowly.

Hua Jue read the meaning in his eyes: I understand, but I won't expose you.For a moment, he almost wanted to stun this stupid dragon: Did he think he didn't know that he was cheating?If you don't tear your face, you have to keep acting. Hua Jue is not good at lying, and he will never come back when he says it.

There are many things in this dragon!

Hua Jue also responded with a gentle smile.The current posture of the two is even more awkward than that day in the music workshop: although they are both wearing clothes, September is not yet the season to wrap them tightly. There are two layers of satin, the satin is light and soft, and you can feel each other's body temperature.Hua Jue sat straddling Xuanlong's lap, and vaguely recalled the erotic album she saw in Fenghuang's room that day, and the "Crane Crossing Neck" in Longyang's eighteen styles was exactly the same as theirs now.

Hua Jue couldn't stop thinking about it, she wanted to get down with her face flushed, but she struggled a few times but was held down.Xuanlong pressed him closer to him, buried him in his neck and whispered: "Don't move around. Don't be afraid, I won't do anything. Just like... that day." He looked at him teasingly glance.

Hua Jue: "..."

Xuanlong still remembered that day, when the Furong tent was warm and the night was getting better, he suddenly fell into a drowsy dream.When he woke up, his clothes were intact, the person in his arms was sleeping soundly, and nothing happened.The young man must have given him medicine, otherwise he would never have slept unconsciously.After getting up, he was too lazy to picket this matter, he straightened his clothes, washed and washed, and left.After returning to the mansion, he heard that Feng Huang had been beaten severely and dealt with severely, so it was regarded as an even balance.

Today is a beautiful moonlight and beautiful scenery, you should hold someone in your arms.Xuanlong felt that the person in front of him was a good choice.Hua Jue has a smell that he likes.Xuanlong couldn't tell what it was, but it had a little scent of medicine and flowers, and it was a very clean breath, reminiscent of the water and sky in the painting, where the thin grass grew silently, and it was someone's hometown.

"Do you eat dates?" Xuan Long asked.

Hua Jue said "Huh?", but didn't understand his way.Xuanlong found a few jujubes that were not crushed in the scattered packages, picked one of them up and fed it to Hua Jue's lips.Hua Jue bit it blankly, before he started chewing, Xuan Long leaned forward and bit the other half of the jujube outside his lips and teeth.In this short moment, the lips of the two were almost touching, with only a slight gap between them.There are warm and tired twists and turns hidden in the gap, which makes people shiver.

Hua Jue was really flustered at this moment and couldn't hold back, he didn't care about Xuanlong's warning not to let him move, and quickly climbed off his lap, stumbling to leave.This time Xuanlong didn't stop him, just stayed where he was, casually touched an almond and bit it in his mouth, watching the young man run away in panic, thoughtful.

"My lord, look at this..." After they left, a servant came out from the dark corner, and looked at Xuanlong in fear.

In the night, the man's eyes were somewhat cloudy, but not completely gloomy: "He is not an informant sent by His Majesty, so there is no need to investigate him."

"Then, send it away?"

After a while, the guard heard his master's answer: "Not for now."

Xuan Long touched his lips, recalling the youth's seemingly absent body temperature just now, the crunchy jujube was so sweet and greasy, as greasy as stars in that person's eyes.

"Hua Jue..." With a faint smile in his eyes, he pronounced that person's name with a three-point unconscious tenderness.