MTL - Bancheng Fengyue-~ white clothes and peaChapter blossoms

I remember when Fu Cang was 3,000 years old, his round and round outline had begun to grow a little bit. Because of his beautiful features and eyes, his lips were red and his teeth were white, he looked like a little goddess. [email protected]~! [email protected]! Article ~VVww.biChi.me first release

Occasionally, Emperor Qing would pat his little head and sigh with emotion: "I'm afraid this child will not be quiet when he grows up."

Later he found out that before Fu Cang grew up, he could no longer be peaceful.

On the red emperor's birthday one day, the Qing emperor and his wife brought the little **** Fucang to a banquet. At that time, the eldest son of the red emperor, Wu Hui, who was six thousand years old at the time, was stupefied when he saw him. Can't get it off. Not only him, but many little gods of the same generation also peeked here. The Qing Emperor and his wife didn't pay attention. Fu Cang was already surrounded by a group of little gods who love beauty. Give him your favorite treats.

"This little princess is so beautiful, she must marry me when she grows up in the future!" A certain little god, who seemed to be only four or five thousand years old, had already begun to think about the future life of the gods.

Fu Cang gave him a very unfriendly look, the cold eyes made the little **** start crying.

Emperor Qing waved at him with a wry smile: "Fu Cang, come here."

The little beauty like a jade pile of snow got up, and the little gods realized that he was dressed as a god, and his steps were very clean and neat.

Qingdi cleared his throat, and suddenly turned his head to look at his wife: "It's better to be pestered by little gods than being pestered by little goddesses, isn't it?"

Madam shook her head: "...In some ways, it's worse."

After returning home, Madam changed Fu Cang's attire. Her soft hair was no longer **** in various buns in pursuit of beauty, and the colorful and complicated clothes were replaced by simple white long clothes. She gently instructed Fu Cang: "I'll just wear it like this from now on, I don't want any fancy clothes. 笔%痴#中￥文[email protected]"

So the God Lord Fu Cang, dressed in white, became famous all over the world for a sword dance at the emperor's wedding banquet when he was 22,000 years old. Since then, he has been admired and chased by all the goddesses and banshees.

The only thing that can make Qingdi and his elders rejoice is that Fu Cang prefers to stay alone in his courtyard, read books quietly, and practice kendo lazily rather than go out to fool around.

At that time, even though the goddesses from all walks of life admired the Goddess Fucang, except for the Goddess Xihe who talked about God, most of them were more reserved and not so wild towards him. Perhaps for them, watching this cold and moonlike Goddess from a distance, It's better than really leaning over to put a hot face on a cold butt.

So every time Fu Cang went out, he was always stared at by countless eyes, and there was not much real inconvenience. He never thought that the real first temptation he faced was from his friend's fiancée.

When Gu Ting was 28,000 years old, he met Princess Tuxiangshan Fuluo at a banquet, and was immediately conquered by this beautiful, passionate and generous goddess. Marriage proposal and engagement contract, in the heart of this old-fashioned god, whoever he likes has to be **** with his name first.

Gu Ting's engagement banquet was quite grand, probably because he was too happy, the banquet was not halfway through, Gu Ting was already drunk, dragged the shy Fu Luo to toast Fu Cang, and couldn't speak clearly: "Fu Cang... this is Fu Luo... Come on, give me a toast..."

Flo reminded him in a low voice: "We are the ones who toast God Fucang."

She squeezed the wine glass, smiled, with spring in her eyes, leaned forward and touched the glass to the wine glass in Fu Cang's hand, paused for a moment before taking it back, and said softly: "Shen Jun Fu Cang, I heard you You have a very good relationship with Gu Ting, since you are younger than me, how about I call you Brother Fu Cang?"

The drunken Gu Ting burst into laughter because of the words "Brother Fu Cang". Amidst the laughter, Fu Luo quietly squeezed Fu Cang's little finger, and the white-clothed **** took two steps back, drank the wine in his glass silently, and turned away .

All the guests stayed at Huahuang Xiandao that night, after Fu Cang finished reading the books he brought, he blew out the silver lamp, but there was a knock on the door.

"Brother Fucang, open the door." Frobi's voice, which was countless times more charming than in the daytime, sounded softly outside.

Fu Cang frowned, did not move, and said in a cold voice, "What's the matter?"

Fu Luo said softly: "It's Gu Ting who drank too much and was in a drunken madness. The servants of the gods can't restrain him. It's so late and it's not easy to disturb the old Huahuang."

Will Gu Ting go berserk? Fu Cang frowned deeper, then loosened it again, got up and opened the door neatly, and the next moment, a beautiful shadow flashed, and she rushed into his arms. The gauze on her body was illuminated by the moonlight, as if it were transparent.

Fu Cang turned his body to one side, avoiding her movements, grabbed a chair with his backhand, and knocked it on her knee, Fu Luo sat down involuntarily.

"You hurt me." She said delicately, raised her legs, and pressed the pain with one hand, and her bare legs were exposed from under the gauze.

Fu Cang put on his coat, picked up the book he brought, and said calmly, "Close your eyes."

Hooked! Fuluo closed her eyes happily, and after waiting for a long time without any movement, she called him timidly: "Brother Fucang?"

There was no response, she opened her eyes in astonishment, only to find that the white figure had long disappeared in the guest room, the door was closed and locked, and the moon window was also locked, and she was locked in this guest room by this god!

When Fu Cang found Gu Ting, he had already fallen asleep reeking of alcohol, and he wanted to call out the rain to wake him up, reminding him that the fiancée he was looking for was really unreasonable, but after thinking about it, after all, he still didn't move.

Gu Ting seemed to be deeply involved, and was so happy that he even made a marriage contract. If he hadn't been engaged, he would have told him without hesitation that for a clan like Huahuang Yao who cared about face, it would be a huge blow to cancel the engagement just after getting engaged.

It's better to slow down this matter first, or let Gu Ting realize it slowly, otherwise the excitement reaches the peak and then suddenly falls into the abyss of pain, the feeling must be uncomfortable.

The wind howled, and Fu Luo, who had finally escaped from the guest room, turned into a gust of wind and landed behind her. A layer of purple, finally no longer transparent.

Fu Cang summoned the big peng Yulu, and threw all his brains on Gu Ting's face, causing him to roll over in shock and shout in astonishment. The white-clothed **** left quietly, leaving only four words: "I can do it myself."

Ever since Fu Luo, Fu Cang kept away from those goddesses who would wink at him, until he met a dragon princess who always winked at him.

At first, he thought, she and Flo were the same thing.

Then, he thought, something seemed different.

In the end, he thought, it would be better for her to wink at her alone.

One day after a long time, Princess Dragon suddenly asked him: How did Senior Sister Fu Luo hook up with you back then?

After a moment of deliberation, Fu Cang decided not to tell her the truth.

It seems safer not to tell her, the white-clothed **** who is constantly in love thinks so.