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The second prince Tingyuan

Her hands raised from the messy bedding, plucking his long hair, and instinctively approaching him.

Fu Jiuyun gasped low, and his right hand reached the thinnest curve of her waist, making her open her whole body to herself without any gaps. The friction between her skin made the heat suddenly increase, and no one would want to endure it anymore. Suddenly he suddenly let go of himself, she held his fingers lingering on her cheeks, murmured as if begging: "Don't leave!"

Don't say no, no, like last time. They don't have much time, and every time with eyelashes intertwined is more precious than Mingzhu, so don't waste it unnecessary. She wants him, it's now.

He immediately bent down and hugged her tightly, panting against his lips: "I'm here."

They are now truly one, close and seamless, and can no longer be separated, nor will they be separated. She has never had such profound insights as she is now. In this world, she is no longer alone. The one who loves her is here, and the one she loves is here.

"Chuan'er..."

"Um?"

"I want to watch you."

The huge clam shell suddenly opened, and the blue and transparent luster of the sea water poured down, and the fiercely impacted fine foam evaporated out, one by one, like fine beads of crystal.

She is here now, in his arms, they are in love.

This sweet and intertwined love can last forever and endure the world. She is so wonderful that she can't love enough, and he doesn't even know how to love her again to be truly satisfied. I saw her wearing men's clothes for the first time by the river in the ring, looking anxiously at the gurgling river water, and thinking about seeing him in my heart, like a flying little oriole, innocent and cute - he has always consciously or unconsciously fantasized about being stared at by those beautiful eyes since then.

You have to look at me, I am the only one, because I have been watching you like this when you didn't know it yet.

I don't know how long it took, the noisy sea water gradually calmed down. His fingertips wrapped around her long hair, sweat gathered with her, and his moist lips rubbed against her slightly opened soft lips, and he sighed: "Hold me."

Qin Chuan raised his weak arm and hugged his neck tightly. His heartbeat was extremely violent, like a drum beat, hitting her heart. She was so tired that she was about to fall asleep, so she let him comb his hair gently. Suddenly, she kissed her forehead and whispered: "Does it still hurt?"

She shook her head slowly, grabbed his long hair in her hand like him, straightened it out and braided it into small braids, and said softly: "Do you hurt?"

Fu Jiuyun laughed: "Silly child, how can men suffer?"

Qin Chuan felt sleepy and tired, and every inch of his muscles was sore and swollen, but she didn't want to sleep, and she was happy and indescribable loss. From then on, she became a real woman. At this moment, she wanted him to hug herself tightly, without saying anything. Perhaps there was such a thing that was really heart-to-heart in the world. The next moment he wrapped around her, and stroked her naked and delicate back as comforted as her palms, and her warm lips kissed her cheeks, eyebrows, and ears.

The light gradually darkened, but Qin Chuan woke up from his sleep.

Groups of small fish that emit beautiful light in the dark swim in the house, arranged in many irregular patterned lights. They occasionally swim to Qin Chuan. She was afraid of waking up the sleeping Fu Jiuyun beside her, so she gently touched them with her fingertips, which led to more small fish swimming here, competing to kiss her fingers, as if there were delicious food on it.

The hazy light reflected through the sea water on Fu Jiuyun's sleeping face, as if it was about to flow down his trembling eyelashes. Qin Chuan held his chin and looked at his face pretending to be asleep, and said in a low voice, "Jiuyun, are you awake?"

He muttered, buried his head in the quilt and continued to pretend to be asleep. His eyes suddenly became a little hot, and he was afraid that he was dreaming and did not dare to look up.

Qin Chuan couldn't help but feel funny. He couldn't believe that such a man would have shy thoughts. After waking up, he didn't know how to deal with it, so he simply covered his face and hid until the next day. Only the girl's house would do this.

She leaned on his shoulder, lifted the quilt, and said softly: "Jiuyun, don't be afraid, I will be responsible for you."

He suddenly turned around, and threw her on the huge clam bed like a hungry tiger. Qin Chuan smiled and wanted to hide, but he covered her eyes with his hands, and there was still a hint of hoarseness in his voice: "Damn girl, don't look or talk."

As expected, she stopped talking, but just held his shoulder with her hand and straightened his messy long hair for him. Fu Jiuyun's hand slowly moved down from her face, pinching her chin to turn her towards him, and her eyes were in exchange for intercourse. They didn't need those long, tedious but beautiful vows, and their eyes could already say everything.

"Fu Jiuyun, Young Master Qi... Why do you want to choose two names?"

She didn't know much about him.

Fu Jiuyun thought for a while: "This is a secret."

He was gently punched, but a nostalgic smile gradually appeared on his face. He grabbed her wrist and let her lie quietly in his arms. His voice was filled with emotion: "It's been a long time...you asked me this question again."

Qin Chuan asked with confusion, but he just shook his head and smiled, and finally said, "You see, the ancient painting saint is called Ping Jiazi, but why does he have a name called Jiang Hui?"

The unexpected explanation was very reasonable. Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment: "It's true that I didn't understand it before?"

"You're always so stupid."

He was punched again.

He turned over and wanted to bully him completely. The bedding on the giant clam bed was so messy that it was impossible to see. One of the pillows fell off at the bottom of the sea and was buried most of the sea sand. The sky gradually became brighter, and the light refracted into the sea water, emitting a layer of pearl-like light.

Qin Chuan's fingers inserted into his thick long hair, and suddenly felt a little scared in his heart, and closed his eyes quickly.

"It's almost dawn." She said softly, "It's better to light up later, I don't want to get up yet."

She was a little unwilling to do so. She had not yet dreamed, and she had no time to live and die with him, and lived a short and beautiful life together.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, and the giant clam slowly closed to stop the dawn trying to break into.

"It won't be dawn."

He said, placing her chin on his shoulders and pressing her cheeks tightly.

No matter how long the night club has the moment of passing, it has been several days since Qin Chuan's eyes were able to adapt to the bright light on the sea.

On the day I got ashore, the weather was clear and the wind was not strong, so it was very suitable for doing some dangerous and exciting things.

Meishan Jun rode a spiritual bird and a crane on the shore, and his complexion was not very good. He must have been tortured by his love rival, the war ghost recently. He took the white hair of the national teacher handed to him by Qin Chuan, touched it lightly with his fingertips, and said indifferently: "Grandma, I'm not helping you for disputes between countries, you must understand this. You will handle the affairs behind the elder brother, and I will give you a favor."

Qin Chuan nodded and smiled slightly: "No matter what it is for, I am grateful to my uncle for being willing to take action."

Meishanjun looked at Fu Jiuyun standing behind, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The dispute between countries will never stop, but human life is limited, so hatred is limited. What you do may have no meaning to future generations, or are you insisting on doing it?"

She raised her foot and walked forward, and after a while, she replied: "I'm not for hatred."

Tens of millions of people of the Great Swallows suffer day and night, becoming the food for demons. There are things in this world that are far more important than hatred, and immortals who transcend the world may never understand them.

Meishan Jun fell beside Fu Jiuyun and smiled bitterly: "I can't help you, so I'd better tell her? Otherwise, I'll steal the soul lamp after I gathered my soul..."

"No." Fu Jiuyun smiled with satisfaction, "Now I want nothing."

Meishanjun watched him step forward in surprise, holding Qin Chuan's long hair that was blown by the sea breeze with his hands. Their foreheads were pressed together, and they didn't know what to say. She suddenly laughed and kicked the sand on him. The two of them ran lightly on the beach that was beyond the limit. This scene deeply stimulated Meishanjun's fragile little heart that had been traumatized by his love rivals recently. He couldn't help but run away with tears.

On the fourth day of the September 19th, it rained for several consecutive days, and it was rare to let it go. A letter was posted in front of the National Master's Mansion without a signature, but the seal of the Ruiyan Qilin on the paper was enough to explain the identity of the person who came. There was only one line of words in the letter: It was midnight tonight, and Fengmian was at the foot of the mountain, and we met.

The national master who was sick and stayed at home without leaving home held this letter, feeling very complicated. The entire national master's mansion had many barriers and magic circles. He could call a little mouse to go in without returning, but the emperor was not a mouse, so she didn't come, and she just threw a letter at the door. If he was sure, he would definitely go to the appointment.

He had information about the imperial concubine secretly investigating the subordinates, which clearly stated: Emperor Princess of Dayan, who is delicate and weak, innocent and kind, is elegant and good at singing and dancing, and is rough in white paper and spiritual skills.

The national master tore these materials to pieces. She was innocent, pure and kind, and delicate. It was the first time he had seen such a cunning and cruel "naive" girl. There was a heavy jade box in his arms, with the vivid heart of Emperor Ji, and it was densely covered with silver needles, like a blood-red hedgehog.

He carefully retracted each silver needle, and the blood immediately soaked half of the jade box. He whipped it casually, and the scars as big as the needle hole on it disappeared instantly, and everything returned to its original state.

Even if he gets the soul of the prince, he cannot let her live freely. He wants her to suffer all the hardships and live for only five years.

At that time, it was drizzling again. Qin Chuan held a greasy paper umbrella made of green bamboo, and was waiting outside the bamboo forest with a lantern. He saw the national master riding a monster and landing ten feet away from afar, following the headless prince. The prince was vaguely carrying a woman on his body, as if he was sleeping.

She walked slowly to meet her and smiled slightly: "The National Master is indeed a punctual person."

The national master looked around and saw that the bamboo forest was empty. It was obvious that she was the only one. He couldn't help but ask in a deep voice: "Where is Young Master Qi? Could it be that he is hiding in the dark again?"

Qin Chuan smiled and said, "This is my own business and has nothing to do with others. Of course, I am the only one who comes to see the national teacher."

He would believe it was really a ghost. Seeing her turning around and going to the bamboo forest, he immediately waved his hand: "No need to go in, just make it clear here. Return the hair and the prince's soul to me, and I will return the heart to you - I didn't want to kill you, but afterwards I wanted you to leave Tianyuan immediately and not step into my Tianyuan territory for the rest of my life!"

She nodded with clarity: "I naturally don't have to do it. The national teacher is afraid that I will reveal the prince's secret and your ambition will not be achieved."

The national master stared at her for a long time, and said slowly: "Prince, I actually don't mention these grievances, I admire you very much. Because you don't believe in fate. I never believe in the so-called destiny. Perhaps you can understand me in these things.

"God arranged everything for us, when to be born, when to die, when to be noble, when to be cheap. It said that the world will be in chaos, and then there will be constant disputes. It said that the Central Plains will be in great order, so a son of destiny will come. Why should I obey the destiny? The so-called son of destiny should never be destined by heaven. In this world where people and demons live, whoever is stronger is the king. If everyone in the world obeys the so-called destiny, then I will create the strongest one to break it!

"The world has been ravaged by God and forgotten the pain. I will tell them to remember the pain. There has never been God in this world. Even if there is, I will kill them. From now on, I will be God!"

Qin Chuan looked at his fanatical eyes coldly and said indifferently: "In my eyes, you are just a poor old monster devoured by greed."

"...You really don't understand these." The national master shook his head disappointedly, unwilling to talk nonsense with her, and with a move, the headless prince walked to Qin Chuan with heavy steps. To be honest, his headless appearance was terrible, especially in the middle of the night, and suddenly he could scare people to death.

Qin Chuan held his breath and saw him throwing the woman on his shoulder to the ground without any hesitation. The mud soaked half of her body, rolling on the ground, revealing half of her clean and beautiful face - it was Xuanzhu!

"This princess tried to cross the sea without paying money. After being identified, she was not guilty and hurt people instead. I think she and you are old acquaintances, so it is not easy to make you worry about her safety, so I will give it back to you."

Qin Chuan felt his heart beating, and he really didn't expect that the other party could capture Xuanzhu again. This sister was really not enough to make trouble. Besides causing trouble, wouldn't she have something useful? Seeing that she looked like she was still alive or not, she was afraid she was cursed and fell asleep. Seeing that the national master was going to unravel the spell, she quickly raised her hand: "Wait! Let her fall asleep first!"

If she wakes up, I don’t know what harsh words would be said. Today, I am very serious and I have to let her sleep for a while.

She took out a strand of white hair and a crystal-long bottle from her sleeve. The bottle was crystal clear and a light green flame hidden inside, which jumped gently like a candlelight, full of spirituality.

Qin Chuan looked at the soul in the bottle and smiled: "The soul is here, but my head is already rotten and I lost it. With the skills of the national teacher, this little thing will naturally not be a problem."

"Bring it!" The national master was worried about the prince, and couldn't help but take a step forward, and reached out to grab it.

She smiled and covered the bottle without saying anything, but just looked at him. The national master immediately took out the jade box, and the human heart inside was beating vividly and could not tell that it had been half a month since it left her body. The human heart rose against the wind, like a childish bird throwing her arms, and it penetrated into her heart with a swish.

The heart returned to the body, and the pain of heart-wrenching was all the time. Qin Chuan bent down in pain, and suddenly took a few steps back and grabbed Xuanzhu, and disappeared outside the bamboo forest in the blink of an eye. The bottle and a strand of white hair were left on the ground.

The national teacher couldn't suppress his excitement, so he snatched the bottle and took out the heavy handful of souls. The familiar pulse made him feel excited.

What is the unparalleled fate? What is the unification of the Central Plains? He no longer needs these ancient and superstitious prophecies! As long as the prince is there, as long as there is a prince! This evil son he has bred with essence and blood can send him to the peak of power. Tianyuan's ancient prophecy is about to be broken, and no matter who the real master of the unparalleled fate is, it doesn't matter. The prince is about to come back!

He will become the emperor who unifies the Central Plains, move to the high altar, and become a god who looks down on the world!

He happily put the ball of soul flame on his chest and whispered: "Good boy, Dad has found you back!"

The monster behind him suddenly looked up and howled, as if warning something. The national master turned around slowly and saw a group of people quietly advancing in the vast night, surrounding the bamboo forest. One of them lit the torches and shone them here, followed by a familiar and friendly male voice: "National Master, how could you be alone here on such a deep night?"

As he said that, the man walked up, wearing armor and under his helmet was a handsome face wet by the rain. His eyes were bent with a smile, very gentle and extremely gratifying. It was the second prince Tingyuan.

When the national master saw that it was him, his heart suddenly fell three points and said indifferently: "The old minister should ask the second prince if he is going to lead his troops to suppress the bandits on this rainy night?"

Ting Yuan said softly: "I received news today that there were thieves at the foot of Fengmian Mountain, so my father asked me to lead troops to capture them. But after a long circle, it was pitch black and the thieves didn't see you, but I met you. I also have to ask you to tell me, but I saw thieves appear? I can give you an explanation to my father when I go back."

The national teacher's heart was lifted down five points, and pointed to the deep bamboo forest and said calmly: "A few suspicious people have just entered the bamboo forest. Why don't the second prince go in and search?"

Tingyuan indeed attracted more than a dozen confidants, rode his horse to approach the bamboo forest, suddenly looked into the national teacher's arms, and said strangely: "Hey, what kind of shiny thing is in your arms?"

The national master lowered his head and saw that the prince's soul was exposed from the neckline. Because there were soldiers around him, only a very small number of royal families knew about the prince's death. It was inevitable that he would be suspicious when he said it. He immediately covered it with his hands and said indifferently: "I'll catch some little monsters that only appear on rainy nights. It's useful to refine pills. This is a monster with fireflies at night."

Ting Yuan smiled and said, "So that's the case. I still think it's the soul of somebody... Speaking of which, isn't the brother behind you a monster? Why is he losing his head?"

The soldiers had not noticed it at first, and after hearing what he said, they lit the torches to see it. Sure enough, they saw the headless prince standing straight in the rain. The prince was very tall, and even if he had no head, he was two heads taller than ordinary people. In the past, he led his troops to sweep away the Central Plains countries. The soldiers were very familiar with his figure, and they screamed in shock: "That's the prince! The prince has no head?"

The national master felt anger and looked at Tingyuan coldly, but he seemed to know nothing, looking at him innocently and confusedly, murmured: "National Master, what's going on?"

The national master looked gloomy and suddenly took out the soul, slapped it behind the prince's body, and said sternly: "I'll let you see what's going on!" The murderous intent suddenly appeared in his tone. There were too many people who saw what happened today. If it was leaked, the prince's prestige would definitely be greatly reduced. The roots of the grass must be eradicated!

The soul penetrated the prince's back, and the corpse that was originally motionless suddenly started to dance. Everyone was frightened to the point of being frightened when they saw a corpse without a head jumping around. The national master carefully embedded the wooden head that had been tied to his waist on the prince's neck. He immediately hugged his head, which seemed to be painful, and suddenly opened his mouth wide, vaguely intending to roar, but he couldn't make any sound.

With a crack, the wooden head was crushed by himself, and the thick black and smelly corpse blood suddenly surged out from the point where the head was broken. The prince's heavy body smashed into the mud and water, and could no longer move.
Chapter completed!