MTL - Bancheng Fengyue-Chapter 173 apricot blossom spring rain

The continuous spring rain fell on the towering trees in the courtyard, and the subtle sound became very clear because of the deep and quiet courtyard. Pen~@crazy~! middle@! Article ~VVww.biChi.me first release

In the dark room with the curtains closed, a slender and naked calf fell out of the green gauze tent. After a while, this calf was caught back in the tent, and Fu Cang played with the tender and boneless jade feet in his hands. There were also a few bruises, so he rubbed it gently with his fingertips.

Another foot rested on his bare chest, and the toe followed the slender and powerful line all the way down vaguely, landed on the abdomen, and continued to go down.

Fu Cang couldn't help grabbing it, and with a gentle tug, Princess Dragon's body fell into her arms. She was always slow to warm up, and at first she always had to dodge for a while before she was willing to sink into the indulgent dragon nature, and her temperament was the same.

Ears and temples rubbed together, her body twisted like a snake in her arms, the tide of ecstasy and passion engulfed him, and she was completely exhilarated. Fu Cang's lips fell on her collarbone, and there were a little more bruises.

I don't know how long it took, all the hustle and bustle settled down, Fu Cang surrounded her body, her eyelashes were wet with sweat, and tiny drops of water condensed on them, he bowed his head and kissed, feeling a little regretful in his heart, too indulgent Yes, she slept for two thousand years before waking up, it shouldn't be so early, she should be more restrained.

Her bare shoulders were dotted with countless bruises, Fu Cang pushed back her long hair, and sure enough there were all over her neck, he rubbed it carefully for a moment, regretting at the moment, and feeling indescribably happy at the same time.

Suddenly she said softly, somewhat hoarsely: "Brother Fucang, I want to see Xianhua Xinghua."

…now? Fu Cang blew out in one breath, and the closed curtains were opened a crack, and the night outside was dark.

also good.

Fu Cang put on his own robe for her, with a tight neckline to block all traces of ambiguity, and then took a black gauze to cover her eyes, even the cold moonlight would hurt her fragile eyes now.

Hua Xu's barrier was erected around his body to block the continuous spring rain. Fu Cang held her with one hand and walked down the huge and long steps step by step, the clogs making a crisp sound. Pen~@crazy~! middle@! Article ~VVww.biChi.me first release

In the night, the Qingdi Palace was full of wind and rain, and in this huge and silent landscape, it seemed that only the two of them depended on each other.

Xuan Yi watched quietly for a while, then suddenly said: "Brother Fu Cang, where is His Majesty Qing Emperor?"

Emperor Qing must have known about the fact that she has been sleeping in the Chunjun sword all these years, and it is estimated that the old man may not be very happy.

Fu Cang said: "Father should have gone out to play with mother."

He still has his mother's? ! Xuan Yi is rarely surprised, why has she never seen it before?

"My mother is the daughter of Emperor Taiyi who is above thirty-three days. She has always pursued the immortality of her nature. Unfortunately, the reincarnation of a hundred generations failed, and she was about to perish. Therefore, my father realized that the sword energy turned into darkness, and took the mother's soul and body into it. She is protected by Hua Xu's mahogany sword, and she is considered to be living in the mahogany sword from now on, and no one can see her except her father."

I really can't see His Majesty Qingdi being so single-minded, Xuan Yi sighed again, compared with her own father, she suddenly felt horrible.

Fu Cang pulled the broken hair around her ears for her, and said softly: "They all like you very much."

Why didn't she believe it at all? But it doesn't matter. Xuan Yi hooked his neck.

The fairy flower apricot blossoms in the garden are already more than half in bloom, palm-sized clusters of flowers swaying in the wind in the drizzle. Appreciating flowers in the rain at night, and falling flowers all over the ground, really has another kind of sad and beautiful taste.

Xuan Yi looked at the Chengjiang Lake in the distance, the lake and half of Mount Tai were submerged in the sky, it was completely different from the bright sunlight and the glittering golden roof of the Qingdi Palace that day.

She looked down at Fu Cang who was hugging her again, and he was also staring at her with the same eyes as before. All of a sudden, he seemed to have suddenly turned into three figures, the cold and soft emperor, the clean and soft seventh prince, and the persistent and strong general in white.

It was as if he had reincarnated three times, each time looking at her with exactly the same eyes.

She smiled shallowly, and suddenly said: "Senior brother Fu Cang, at that time you told me that there is no rush for a dream for a thousand years, I was actually very happy."

She also avoids her liking for him like a snake and scorpion, hoping that he will hate herself forever, but when he said that he can do it for her without rushing, she really felt joy in her heart. Joy that frightened her. Perhaps it was also from that moment that she realized where her anger and grudge against him came from.

After all, she couldn't control it, clinging to him like that, even though she thought of A Niang's blood and crying over and over again in her heart, she still looked forward to those little sweetness.

"I've always liked you very much." After more than 20,000 years, Xuan Yi finally confessed again in front of the **** in white, "So, if it's you..."

They have not been together for a long time, but they have experienced life and death together, but the most terrifying thing in this world is never the fickleness of the outside world, but the long and trivial time. You can still talk about the delay of a scholar, but you can't talk about the delay of a woman, but if this scholar is him, she is very willing.

Xuan Yi looked away, and his eyes fell on the morning light slowly rising from the horizon. The rain gradually stopped, but the branches were still dripping, and his body was covered with fallen flowers.

"I, I like you the most."

The rain cleared and the clouds dispersed, and the morning sun in the sky began to glow a transparent light blue. The morning glow shone brightly on the entire Qingdi Palace, and the water mist filled the air. It also illuminated Princess Dragon's pale face. She is really suitable for delicate and bright colors.

A branch of apricot blossoms bent down heavily due to too much rain, and she supported his shoulders to reach the best bright red one, with the wide sleeves falling between the elbows.

Fu Cang raised his hand to take it off for her, flicked off the rain and dew on it, and gently tied it in her hair, the beauty is more beautiful than flowers.

He thought of the first time he was with her under the flowers, the subtle loneliness that flashed in her eyes, the loathing for her in his heart, and the shock of suddenly realizing that he was hopelessly attracted, that was a terrible day.

Since then, he has been looking forward to the day when he can enjoy the colorful falling flowers and the bright glow with her again like this now.

It's dawn, the wind and rain have stopped, and everything will be all right.

Fu Cang raised his head and pressed a kiss on her forehead: "I love you."

*

It was a sunny spring day, and the whirling peony that only bloomed once every 30,000 years on Huahuangxian Island was finally ready to move, and a crack opened.

At the same time, the grand wedding of the third son of the Huahuang, Gu Ting Shenjun, and the little princess of the Red Emperor, Yanxia, ​​was grandly held on the Huahuang Xiandao, which was full of exotic flowers and plants. The guests almost stepped on the threshold.

Xianjia pear blossoms like piles of clouds and snow are all over Xiandao, countless guests gather in groups under the trees, chatting and laughing like waves, only the edge of Xiandao is a little quieter.

Where the wind blows, the pear blossoms fall like light snow, and under the tree, there is a goddess in a water-red and complicated lotus dress standing quietly, with the golden ring in the fluffy hair shining~www.novelbuddy.com~The graceful back is standing in the light Standing still is as if about to fly.

Occasionally, the gods passing by would be a little unable to walk when they saw such a face, and they would sneak up to her, only to see that her eyes were covered with a black veil, and the curvature of her cheeks under the veil was full and charming.

He immediately said warmly: "This must be Princess Xuanyi of the Zhuyin clan."

Xuan Yi turned his head slowly, looked at the face-to-face god, and said nothing.

Shenjun smiled again: "Princess is not only famous, but she is such a rare beauty. The spring is beautiful today, and there are countless beautiful scenery on the fairy island. How can the princess be alone here? I want to invite you, but I don't know if the princess will appreciate it? Next is..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly saw a **** in a navy blue dress walking around behind a bustling pear tree not far away, walking cleanly and neatly. Today Huahuang's third son got married, and he even wears a blue sword on his waist. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Chunjun.

It is the God of Helping Cang of the Huaxu family.

The **** hadn't thought about what to say, but saw the **** Fucang holding Princess Zhuyin's hand, turned around and left.