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The battle between body and mind

Fu Jiuyun has always been a physique that never falls. He often goes out to drink with his friends, but only others fall to his feet. He has long been used to the ridiculous behavior of drunk people.

When the girl on the opposite side drank thirty-five cups, there were only two earrings on her body shaking. The rest of the place was as quiet as mountains, and her eyebrows didn't move, just like a bottomless wine barrel. The food was already cold on the table, and no one moved at all. They just kept drinking. When they drank until the moon was in the sky, Qin Chuan was still like a wooden man, not even drunk at all.

Fu Jiuyun couldn't help but shouted to Jue secretly, and then filled her with wine, and said with a smile: "Chuan'er, are you drunk?"

Qin Chuan bowed his head in fear and fear: "I dare not! How dare the young man get drunk in front of the adults?" He spoke clearly and responded with a quick response. It was indeed a bottomless wine barrel.

Fu Jiuyun sighed: "But sir, I seem to be drunk and very sleepy. Clean up and serve me to sleep."

Qin Chuan's hands, which had not been shaking, finally shook hard this time, and most of the wine was sprinkled. She smiled dryly and quickly got up and said yes, and hurriedly put the bowls, chopsticks, and wine pots back to the kitchen. When she came back, she saw Fu Jiuyun leaning against the lamp, her long hair had spread out and draped on her shoulders. Her eyes were filled with a hazy brightness. She just stared at her and smiled faintly.

Her fragile little heart began to jump wildly again, walked over timidly, and asked in a low voice: "Sir, do you want to wash up?"

"No." He shook his feet and hugged her shoulders, and the smell of alcohol came over his face. "Make the bed for me... and take another bed out of the cabinet there. You have to sleep here in the future, and you can't do without a quilt."

Qin Chuan just wanted to run away, but he couldn't run away. He helped him to the edge of the bed and sat on the chair for a while. She quickly tidied up the bed before turning around: "Sir, okay..."

As soon as he turned around, he almost hit his chin. Fu Jiuyun was so close at some point, his nose was less than two inches away from her forehead. Qin Chuan's whole body was stiff, and his blood kept rushing toward his head, barely saying, "Big, sir...you...you go...to bed and rest..."

He laughed softly, grabbed her shoulder and asked, "You go up first?"

Qin Chuan almost jumped up and stammered: "I... Xiao... I only have... Brother Doudou in my heart! Just... even Lord Jiuyun, you... can't..."

"Your Brother Dou Dou doesn't want you anymore." Fu Jiuyun slowly unbuttoned her hairband and gently combed it with his fingers, "Besides, Brother Dou Dou has Lord Jiuyun, okay?"

"Dou... Brother Dou Dou is the best in the world!" She tried her best to find a reason.

Fu Jiuyun was impatient to argue with her and pushed her. Qin Chuan stood unsteadily and fell on the bed. She grabbed the collar tightly, wanting to cry without tears, and looked stern: "My Lord Jiuyun... you... even if you get me... my body, you will never get my heart! My heart will always be... Brother Doudou!"

Fu Jiuyun sat on the edge of the bed, put down the tent, raised her fingers on her chin, and ignored her: "What do you want your heart to do? What do you want is you."

Qin Chuan really cried and rushed over to hug his arm: "Then... I'd better give you my heart! Don't want your body, okay?"

Fu Jiuyun looked at her quietly, with a gentle look and reluctance to leave, and murmured: "Really? From now on, I have been devoted to adults and have no one else to see me."

Qin Chuan kept nodding, and was extremely sincere.

Fu Jiuyun let her go, a pity: "I am so unwilling to heat up the quilt for me? Sir, I just wanted you to warm the bed first and wait until the quilt is no longer cold before going in."

In one breath, holding it in her chest, Qin Chuan had the urge to vomit blood. Fu Jiuyun! She was trembling all over and whistled silently to the sky.

"Then you go and get the quilt and sleep under the bed. There is a bed board that can be pulled out and spread it on it."

Fu Jiuyun took off his coat and fell on the bed. He saw Duke Zhou go in a short while.

Qin Chuan looked at him resentfully, took the quilt and spread it out, blew out the candlelight, tossed and turned on the bed board, and his teeth almost broke.

There was something hard in her arms that was hurt. She took it out and put it in her hand to rub it, but it was the goose yellow bag that had been lost and recovered.

Qin Chuan gently took out the bronze mirror from the inside. The moonlight outside the window was so bright that the room was bright. The girl's face was reflected in the bronze mirror, with thin eyebrows and thin eyes, thin lips and a faint nose, and she could not find a good place. Only she knew how warm this inconspicuous face used to smile. The owner of the face gave her all her love and care, but she didn't have time to repay anything.

Fu Jiuyun was already asleep, his breath was slightly deeper, as if he was still muttering some sleep. Qin Chuan couldn't fall asleep. The empty moonlight, the empty sky, and the empty room made her feel confused and tired. Only in such a quiet night, with the slightest alcohol, could she dare to remember that all the people who love her in the world had gone. In such a vast world, even if her heart was like a bird, she was just alone.

She was afraid every moment, she was afraid, but she wanted to continue.

It seemed that something I hadn't seen for a long time was boiling in my chest. I still drank a little too much tonight. Qin Chuan closed his eyes tightly, stuffed the copper mirror back into his bag, and carefully put it in his arms.

A kind voice vaguely sounded in my mind: "Silly kids, girls are going to get married when they are old. What do you think you don't want to marry?"

Her voice was still very tender and cheerful at that time: "I just want to be by my father and mother. If I get married, I will be bullied, and no one will protect me."

"Haha, even if you stay with your mother for the rest of your life, your father and mother will die one day, and no one will protect you. I was bullied at that time, but what should I do?"

"I...I'll go with you!"

...

Qin Chuan turned over, tears fell out from under his eyelashes, wetting a large area of ​​the quilt.

Fu Jiuyun suddenly murmured, and with a snap, his arm fell on her body, climbed up along her shoulders, stroked her head, and said in ambiguous and provocative way: "Well... Qingqing..."

The hand touched her face and touched her fingertips. He suddenly stopped.

Qin Chuan hugged the hand, put it on his face, and cried loudly: "Brother Doudou! Why are you leaving?"

The hand froze for a long time, squeezed her face hard, but didn't leave, and wiped her tears clean with some rudeness.

"Little liar..."

He seemed to have said another vague dream talk, and his palm was quietly placed on her cheeks. The warmth in his palm covered her cold skin, vaguely dispelling the chill of this lonely night. Qin Chuan finally couldn't hold on and fell asleep slowly.

She woke up suddenly, and after waking up, she was shocked - I don't know when she was actually carried onto the bed, covered with two quilts, so hot that she was sweating. But the sweat immediately turned into cold sweat after fright.

Fu Jiuyun sat in front of the window wearing clothes, pressed the millet against his fingertips, and fed the greedy starling. It had learned to speak, and cursed him with one mouthful: "Liar! Bad guy!" He couldn't help laughing and praised him repeatedly: "Smart! So smart!"

Qin Chuan was a little amused and moved his hands and feet slightly, and his clothes were all on his body, so there was nothing wrong with it. Then he felt relieved, pushed the quilt away and jumped out of the bed, smiling carefully: "I deserve to die... I got up later than the adults... I accidentally occupied your bed."

Fu Jiuyun smiled at her. His smile was gentle and his voice was greasy: "Since you are loyal to me, you will naturally not be stingy. Why do you have to say such a disgusting thing?"

Qin Chuan suddenly remembered the incident that he had been tricked by him yesterday. He was so embarrassed that he almost bit his silver teeth and laughed dryly: "It should be, it should be..."

Seeing that Fu Jiuyun was wearing his hair and his clothes were not neatly worn, it was obvious that it was her turn to do the work of combing and serving. He quickly went to the kitchen to boil hot water and wash his face and change his clothes. Fu Jiuyun's hair was tied up very casually on weekdays, and a hairpin was slanted, which was very convenient to make. Qin Chuan took the comb to combed his hair. He was about to tie a bun, but he followed his instructions: "Piece it all and match it with a green wood crown."

Qin Chuan was stunned for a moment. The Qingmu Guan was an ornament that the male disciple of the mountain master would wear in formal occasions. The woman wore a green wood forehead ring. The mountain master did not like gold, silver and jewelry, so he could only wear Qingmu in formal occasions. He took out the Qingmu Guan from the drawer, carefully tied it on his bun, and then changed into a blue-black and red-brown two-color outer cover dress. Fu Jiuyun's usual elegance suddenly became much more restrained, and he finally looked a little bit like a serious disciple of immortal cultivation.

"Today, follow me to the incense palace to burn incense for the mountain master. He will leave today." Fu Jiuyun thought that her belt was not good-looking, so she had to tie it back in front of the mirror.

Qin Chuan's heart moved: "Will the mountain master go into seclusion?"

"The mountain master goes into seclusion three times in March every winter. This time he leaves seclusion early probably for the purpose of the Dragon King of Baihe to visit."

The belt was finally tied up. Seeing that Qin Chuan was still unkempt and dazed, he didn't know what he was thinking about, he urged: "Check it out quickly! It's not too late to burn incense."

Qin Chuan hesitated for a moment: "The little one... the little one is not worthy of going to Pixiang Palace, you should go by yourself."

Fu Jiuyun pushed the window and laughed sarcastically: "Don't want to go? Then it's up to you."

There was a flash outside the window, but someone was lying on the wall and looking inside. Although he hid very quickly, Qin Chuan still saw clearly. They were the maids who were following Xuanzhu. She smiled bitterly in her heart. Fu Jiuyun smashed the two auspicious beasts in the mansion. Relieving the breath is to relieve the breath. Only when Xuanzhu lets them go will there be a ghost.

"Do you go?" Fu Jiuyun asked again slowly.

Qin Chuan immediately changed his clothes and smiled so hard that he said, "How dare you not go? Go! You must go!"

The Pixiang Hall is in the center of the fairy mountain blessed land, with spacious white stone steps rising one after another. The hall is magnificent and colorful, with a completely different style from the imperial family on earth. The four bronze tripods in front of the hall are curling with blue smoke, and the fragrance is quiet and clear, as if there are and there is nothing. It is the immortal sandalwood that cannot be bought with a thousand gold in the world.

Many disciples have come to the platform in front of the palace. The men are tall and majestic; the women are beautiful and have snow-skinned appearance. When Qin Chuan saw this style, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart that this mountain master really knows how to enjoy happiness. He is the imperial family on earth, commonly known as the harem of 3,000 beauties in the harem. How can he see so many beautiful young people? The beauties gathered together are really pleasing to the eye.

Fu Jiuyun was the most popular one among them. As soon as he arrived, he was surrounded by a group of young girls, laughing and saying. Qin Chuan was squeezed far away and almost fell down. He quickly stood up with the wall.

The romantic wanderer... She cursed fiercely in her heart. When she met him inside for the first time, it seemed like this was the case. Seeing him radiant and chatting and laughing in a large group of belles, she was obviously used to this kind of scene. Some aspects of this person's character really needs to be discussed.

"Brother Jiuyun, I haven't come to play with us for several days! Do you think we're annoyed?" asked a delicate question.

"Brother Jiuyun... I have learned how to do it more carefully. You must come and try it next time!" said a gentle and greasy.

The four words "Brother Jiuyun" come one after another. Qin Chuan touched his arm and had goose bumps on it. He walked away quietly, only regretting that he was not an invisible person.

"Jiuyun!" The voice of the girl Qingqing suddenly rang out. Qin Chuan was squatting in the corner and treating herself as a shadow. Seeing her coming, he couldn't help but look up. For some reason, he remembered that Fu Jiuyun called Qingqing's name in his sleep last night. The palm he stroked at that time was so gentle that it was heart-warming.

Qingqing seemed like a black phoenix butterfly, and broke through the crowd lightly and cleverly, holding Fu Jiuyun's arm, smiling like a flower. Qin Chuan felt a sudden confusion, raised his hand and touched his face, not quite understanding what was going on.

"How was the rehearsal of "The Song of the East Wind and Peach Blossoms"?" Fu Jiuyun picked up any pot without opening any pot.

Qingqing's face suddenly sank, and after a while, he said coldly: "What else can we do? Since we have a princess who likes to be ahead in everything, how dare we, the wilderness folk, not let us go?" The implication is that the leader dance is no longer her, but it is replaced by Xuanzhu. After all, it is a fact that they dance better than her.

Fu Jiuyun smiled faintly: "Is that so? I think you dance better than her."

Although he knew it was perfunctory comforting at first, Qingqing still smiled happily and said: "You are so polite. How dare I compare with His Highness the Princess? Even if the country is destroyed, it was still a golden branch and a jade leaf before! The princess is more handsome than anyone else."

As soon as he finished speaking, Xuanzhu behind him said, "Sister Qing is joking, how dare you?"

The disciples on the platform buzzed and silenced as Xuanzhu held Zuo Zichen's arm and climbed to the last step.

Qin Chuan hurriedly hid his body in the shadows, and only showed his eyes to watch the fun.

Although Qingqing spoke a little mean, she was also a straight-tempered girl. She showed her face directly on her face if she liked him. It was easy to see that she hated Xuanzhu, so she spoke very rudely: "It should be that I dare not, Your Highness, Princess."

This time, with Zuo Zichen by his side, Xuanzhu didn't get angry, but just smiled slightly, and his voice was gentle: "The country is no longer here, why should Sister Qing always call her little sister a princess?"

"Oh? It turns out that some people know in their hearts that they are not a princess, but they are still quite arrogant."

Xuanzhu finally got stabbed by her and said, "Sister Qing, why do you always attack verbally? My little sister believes that she has not offended you."

Qingqing sneered and said, "Attack? I thought I was telling the truth!"

The two women finally couldn't hold back their anger and started to sarcastically in front of the hall. Fu Jiuyun held his arms and watched with great fun, with bright eyes. This person obviously had a very bad taste.

Seeing that everyone was attracted by the quarrel, Qin Chuan hurriedly climbed with his hands and feet and planned to leave the Pixiang Palace and find a safe and quiet place to hide.

"Qin Chuan." A low voice suddenly called her above her head.

She froze and slowly raised her head, Zuo Zichen's face appeared in the sight. Why? Every time she met him, she was crawling?

"Little... I've seen Lord Zichen!" She jumped up quickly and smiled silly.

Thinking that he would hold his arm tightly like last time, she took a step back alertly to deal with the emergencies. Unexpectedly, he turned around and leaned gently on the white stone railing behind the hall, and said indifferently: "The weather is very good today and the wind is very comfortable."

He wore a green wood crown on his head, and two long belts of the same color as the dress were hanging down to his ears, dancing in the wind, and his face was full of tranquility and peace. This expression was rarely seen in the past by Qin Chuan. Zuo Zichen was always expressionless, or he frowned and full of thoughts.

She stood behind him, dared not speak or leave, so she had to look down at the tip of her shoes.
To be continued...