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The Dragon King of Baihe is here

Fu Jiuyun has been very busy recently. Seeing that the Dragon King of Baihe is coming to visit, the distribution of treasures has not been done yet. Either the color is not matched or the style is not good-looking. The mountain master has plundered only a few thousand treasures for hundreds of years, and the booklets for logged in treasures are three thick. It is really a problem to choose dozens of treasures that are suitable and generous, but not too conspicuous. It is as energetic as Fu Jiuyun, and he is as busy as a headless fly, and has no time to quarrel with Qin Chuan.

Here is the selection of treasures, and the female disciples rehearsed "The Song of the East Wind and Peach Blossoms" and came to an end. Xuanzhu was punished by the head of the mountain for one month, and the task of leading the dance fell on Qingqing's shoulders. She has also been full of spring breeze recently.

The disciples were busy, and the traitors were even busier. The male traitors renovated the many large and small temples inside, and even the walls of the four halls in the east, west, south, and north, were repainted. The female traitors pruned all kinds of flowers, plants and trees. Even in the cold winter, the branches and leaves were still green and dense. For those that were not blooming, they selected the best flowers from the sea of ​​jade flowers and tied them carefully to the trees.

No matter who is at this moment, when you see the magnificent scene of Xiangke Mountain, five steps, one pavilion, ten steps, and one floor, the magnificent scene of flowers, you will be shocked for a long time and unable to speak.

It is obvious that this is the main effect of the mountain. The battle between immortals seems to be no different from that of mortals.

If it were on weekdays, Qin Chuan would probably serve a cup of tea when he was free and sit and watch the scenery slowly. However, Fu Jiuyun was very cunning and had no time to watch her, so she would be busy and had no time to mess up things.

In addition to taking care of the sea of ​​Qionghua, she was also forced to do cool labor for Qingqing and the others every day. After practicing "The Peach Blossom Song of the East Wind", the peach blossoms all over the ground had to be cleaned up by her. After cleaning up a few games a day, her waist was about to break. When she returned to the house, she just wanted to sleep.

Fu Jiuyun hasn't come back for three or four days. She was so happy that she went back tonight and finished her meal alone, washed her clothes and went to bed directly. Of course, she didn't dare to go to Fu Jiuyun's bed, so she could only pull out the second floor below to sleep next to the bed.

Sleeping well, suddenly someone was touching his face. Fu Jiuyun's low voice sounded in his ears: "Xiaochuaner, get up quickly."

Qin Chuan moaned in pain, begging him in a soft voice, "Sir... I'm so tired... Please wait a moment..."

"Be good, get up quickly..." Fu Jiuyun blew into her ears. She immediately crawled all over with goose bumps, rolled around in panic, and sat up helplessly.

"The young man has to work tomorrow..." Qin Chuan was almost crying. She was so tired that she was weak. This person was so conscience that he was unhappy if he didn't torture her.

Fu Jiuyun pulled a big cloak from his own, wrapped her from head to toe, and picked her up directly: "Sir, take you to see something fun."

Qin Chuan felt his hand around his chest, his big palm pressed against his back through his clothes, and instinctively shrank, and said anxiously: "Don't! Little... Little, go by yourself!"

She was so busy that she changed into her coat and put on her shoes. She didn't have time to comb her hair. He lifted the collar and floated out of the door.

The east end of Xiangzhi Mountain is Zhenlan Palace, where the Wanbao Pavilion is housed. The function is to place the treasures on the Wanbao Pavilion when guests come for viewing.

Fu Jiuyun held her and pulled her up all the way. Although the door was closed, you could vaguely see the flowing light slowly dancing through the window paper, and there was no idea what treasure was hidden inside.

"The Wanbao Pavilion has been arranged, so I can see how the results are." He lowered his head and smiled at her in an unknown way, and pushed open the door.

The bright moon was in the sky and the sky was shining brightly. Qin Chuan seemed to be frightened suddenly, his whole body froze, and his eyes were staring at the wonders inside the house.

A half-human-high red coral is placed in the middle of Wanbao Pavilion, with several colorful pearls scattered on it, flashing rainbow light, like a dream. There are either thin porcelain and white jade vases or fairy grass Ganoderma lucidum that fills the room with a strange fragrance, which swept away the magnificent vulgarity and looks particularly elegant.

However, these are no big deal compared to the wonders indoors. A painting was hung on both sides of Wanbao Pavilion. On one side is the beautiful spring scenery, with flying flowers like rain and falling flowers; on the other side is the cool breeze, the bright moon is in the sky, and the sky is shining brightly.

The dark blue luster sprinkles the entire Wanbao Pavilion. As long as the scroll of the painting is opened, the scenery in the painting makes people feel immersive. It is clearly a spacious house, but the stars are shining and the petals are rolling. Under the reflection of the moonlight in the painting, it seems to be next to a flower tree, and in the mountains, it is indescribable to be elegant and charming.

Qin Chuan stayed for a long time, then suddenly took a step and walked in slowly. Without taking two steps, his knees became weak for no reason and he knelt gently on the ground.

Everything in front of her seemed to be in chaos. At that moment, she thought she had returned to the Dayan Palace.

Once upon a time, on a summer night, she loved to let Aman spread the "Bright Moon Picture" at the head of the bed, and the cool breeze in the painting blew away all the heat. She was greedy for coolness and often fell asleep with her pillow. Aman always waited for her to fall asleep and then quietly closed the scroll to avoid the delicate little princess from blowing the cool breeze all night, and the next day it was cold.

It would snow heavily in the big swallow in winter, so she secretly ran to Jinxiu Palace and unfolded the picture "The Beautiful Scenery of Spring", saving even the fire barbecue, and slept particularly sweetly.

But now, all the good things have passed, like flowing water, and nothing can be found. All she can do is to stare at the old things and think about the old things. Although she has been alive, she seems to have died many times.

Fu Jiuyun closed the door, stood behind with his arms in his arms, and said with a smile: "Xiaochuaner, how do you see the Wanbao Pavilion be arranged?"

Qin Chuan did not answer, and her whole mind was concentrated on the two immortal paintings. She was thinking about some misty thoughts, her lips curled up, and she smiled happily - lonely happiness.

Fu Jiuyun squatted beside her, touched her head, and whispered: "These two immortal paintings are treasured in the Royal Palace of the Great Yan Kingdom. You are from Da Yan, and you will like them."

Qin Chuan slowly turned his head and looked at him without blinking, as if he had something to ask him, but in the end he didn't ask anything.

He smiled and asked again, "Do you like it?"

Qin Chuan nodded passively, sniffed, lowered his head and smiled reluctantly, "It's very beautiful... the little one likes it very much."

Fu Jiuyun's voice was as gentle as water: "Why do you cry if you like it?"

She held the floor tiles and thought to get up: "Young man doesn't cry! You've read it wrong..."

"Look at that side." Fu Jiuyun suddenly pointed his hand forward, and Qin Chuan raised his head, but his body was suddenly hugged tightly by him, and two hot lips were printed on him.

She fell down, too surprised, even forgot to resist, and stared at him with wide eyes. His face was so close that he could only see his dark eyes reflecting a faint glaze under the moonlight. These beautiful eyes stared at her quietly, and there were many deep thoughts that she could not understand. The lips that were pressed together were so quiet that she knew that he understood but could not say, and silently intersected between her lips.

A trembling moan was heard in his throat. Qin Chuan suddenly closed his eyes and let him hug him tighter and tighter, almost breaking her into his arms. But his kiss was extremely gentle, gently sucking her lips and stroking her cheeks with fingertips, gentle but never frivolous, slowly but never hesitating, seducing her bit by bit and eating her.

Qin Chuan felt a unique softness from head to toe, leaning against his chest like a willow, his hands were so panicked that they didn't know where to put them. They were grabbed and wrapped around his neck. She seemed to be unable to hear the sounds around her, and only the sound of the heart pounding rapidly in her ears. His trembling lips and teeth were coaxed to let go, allowing him to go deep into the siege, plant flames in her mouth, and burned to all the limbs.

She could hardly bear it and wanted to soften forward. He lay down and let her lie on him. She struggled instinctively for a moment, but he pressed the back of her head to aggravate the kiss. The tip of her tongue rubbed her endlessly, like seduction and comfort.

The palm was filled with fire, and she gently stroked her slender spine and wrapped around her slender waist. The other hand quietly unbuttoned the first tie on her chest, and the fingertips touched the skin on her clavicle, as if she was touching a delicate petal.

Qin Chuan felt dizzy. She was about to breathe. She should have been very painful, but she felt an extreme pleasure from the depths of her body. She had nowhere to rely on, like a strand of gossip, leaning on him slenderly and lingeringly. For a moment, she forgot to leave and dodge.

Fu Jiuyun breathed heavily, suddenly let go of her lips and kissed her gently on her cheek, her voice hoarse: "Sir, I'm sleepy, sleep with me."

Qin Chuan was still in a state of silence and nodded subconsciously. He pecked on her wet lips again, hugged her tightly, unfolded her cloak to wrap the two of them, turned over and hugged her in her arms, buried her face between her fragrant hair, and never moved again.

Qin Chuan was stunned for a long time, as if he suddenly understood what had happened just now, and suddenly became panicked, and struggled slightly, whispered: "Big... sir... you... are you asleep...?"

Fu Jiuyun uttered lazily: "Sir, I'm too tired today, I can't satisfy you, let's do another day."

Her face was flushed and her whole body was on fire, and she stammered: "I...I didn't mean that...I was trying to say...you...can you let me go? This way...I...I can't sleep..."

He turned around and looked at her with a burning look: "Can't sleep? Xiaochuan'er means that he will sacrifice himself to the adults today?" After that, he sighed, stretched his waist, twisted his neck and moved his arms, and began to untidy his clothes, "Then come on, sacrifice his life to accompany Chuan'er."

Qin Chuan covered his collar tightly and twisted hard to hide: "No, no! That's great! Go to bed!"

He touched her head, covered her hot cheeks, and his voice became gentle: "Sleep, I'm here."

Qin Chuan yawned and washed her face, changed into a gray cloth dress, put her hair together and prepared to leave, but was forced back by Cui Ya, who had to wear gold and silver and dress up grandly.

When we arrived at the Pixiang Hall, people were already gathered around us. The disciples stood on the platform in front of the hall, and the servants were scattered on the steps. Although there were hundreds of people, they were extremely quiet and only the sound of the wind was heard.

Cuiya tiptoed and looked up hard, whispering: "Which mountain master is the one? Why can't I see clearly?"

Qin Chuan glanced casually: "The mountain master has not come out yet, it must be that the Dragon King has not arrived yet."

"How do you know that the mountain master has not come out? Sister Chuan has seen it?" Cui Ya was very curious.

Qin Chuan smiled: "There are all young people above, and the mountain master must be an old man, otherwise why would he accept so many disciples?"

Cui Ya was half-believing and half-doubted, still stretched her neck and looked up, muttering: "Where is Lord Jiuyun? Why can't I see him..."

Qin Chuan could only smile bitterly.

After a while, the sound of wind suddenly became louder and swirled upwards. A roar of thunder came from the air. In the blink of an eye, a huge cart appeared on the platform. The beast that pulled the cart was ox head, horse body, tiger claws, and I don’t know what kind of monster it was. How tall were the two of them, it was extremely ferocious. Those servants had never seen such a scene and couldn’t help but exclaim.

Immediately afterwards, dozens of smaller cars landed on the platform. The disciples retreated one by one and bent down respectfully to salute. A hearty laughter came from the Pixiang Hall. The door of the hall was wide open. The mountain owner was wearing a long gown of nine crows, his hair was as silver as silver, and his beard almost drooped to his waist. At a glance, he knew that he was definitely not a person in the world and had a fairy-like appearance.

He kept coming up, and the same laughter came from the first long car. The Dragon King of Baihe went down and took the mountain master's hand.

Cui Ya was so excited that she trembled all over her body. She pinched Qin Chuan's hand tightly and shouted: "Look, look! Mountain Lord! Dragon King! Today I'll die with peace of mind!"

The Dragon King of Baihe was younger, about fifty years old, and was very rich, with a big belly. When he walked, he was like a wave of water rippling in it. The ones jumped from the car behind him were all handsome young men and women he collected. Unlike the mountain master who received disciples, these young men were actors, specializing in singing, dancing, and playing, and making fun of others.

The eleven or twelve-year-olds stood together, the 14 or 15-year-olds stood in another place, and the 18 or 19-year-olds were another group. Some were separated by men and women, and some were mixed with men and women, each of them looked like the bright moon, which was more charming and gentle than the disciples of Xiangsuoshan.

The mountain master took the Dragon King to the Pixiang Hall to reminisce about the past, and the rest were waiting outside. Some curious disciples tried to get close to the Dragon King's people, but the other party was trained very strictly, and everyone bowed their heads and said nothing like a silence, teaching them to be disappointed.

The servants were not really watching the steps, and they were all anxious. After finally waiting for the mountain master and the Dragon King to finish their reminiscence, they took their disciples and actors to the Tongming Hall of the North Shou, where the banquet had already been prepared, just waiting for the arrival of the good guests.

Ten thousand gold flowers emerged in the air, and gold powder flew around, falling like rain. It was the mountain master who used the immortal technique as a manner to welcome the good guests. Seeing the vast group of people coming down, the servants were in a mess, some avoided, some hid in the dark and peeked, and some followed quietly.

Qin Chuan was dragged by Cui Ya, but in a hurry he suddenly saw Fu Jiuyun who had been missing for a long time. He was wearing a jade white gown and a green wood crown, and was so handsome that he was so angry that he was resentful. At this moment, he walked forward with the crowd calmly, while lowering his head and smiling and talking to several little female disciples. His expression was gentle and frivolous. When he saw that appearance, he knew that he must have thought of nothing good in his heart.

Somehow, Qin Chuan suddenly felt anger in his heart, as if he had been deceived or fooled. He felt inexplicably confused. When he reacted, he had already turned his head away from looking at it.

It was such a mess, why was she angry? Qin Chuan scratched her hair and frowned irritably. Unexpectedly, there were a few male servants next to her who wanted to watch the fun, and staggered a few times, almost falling down. Cuiya was more unlucky than her, and she fell directly into a dog's mud, and she was so painful that she couldn't get up for a long time.

She hurried to help her, but she didn't expect a strange male voice suddenly sounded above her head: "Girl, are you okay?"

When the two looked up, they saw a male actor standing aside with a smile, with long phoenix eyes, as handsome as pear blossoms. Qin Chuan was secretly surprised to see that he had fox ears on his head and his long tail was not hidden behind him. He was actually a vixen. Although it was no longer a strange thing to be a female actor, it is rare for the fairy to be an actor for the Dragon King.

Cuiya's face turned red all of a sudden, and she couldn't speak for a long time, but she just looked at him in a daze. The man smiled slightly, bent down and stretched out his hand, and his voice was gentle: "Hold me."

Without waiting for her to speak, he gently held her hand and pulled her up.

"Is the mountain master's disciple?" The man actually looked at Qin Chuan as if nothing had happened and started chatting with Cui Ya.

"I...I'm just a perimeter servant..." Cui Ya stuttered and waved her hands repeatedly.

The man didn't care at all, but smiled softer: "I'm just an actor. My name is Fox Shijiu, my name is Fox Fong?"

Cuiya's child was almost frigid from head to toe, his steps were frivolous, as if he was walking on the clouds, and Qin Chuan shook his head secretly.

Suddenly someone helped her arm, Zuo Zichen whispered behind her: "Be careful, don't get so close." Qin Chuan was surprised, looked back at him, and called out: "Master Zichen..."

He was in good spirits today. He was so haggard that he had been wiped out some time ago. A smile appeared on his face and said softly: "You have swollen eyes, aren't you sleeping well?"

She rubbed awkwardly: "I'm so excited... I've never seen such a lively scene before."

Zuo Zichen suddenly raised his hand and touched her head. Before Qin Chuan showed a surprised expression, he was surprised by himself. He looked down at his hand and murmured: "Strange... I just think I should do this... sorry."

Qin Chuan smiled hurriedly and said nothing.

Zuo Zichen was silent for a moment and suddenly asked, "Qin Chuan, you didn't look like this, right?"

She was so shocked that her heart almost stopped, and she opened her mouth wide to look at him in horror. He looked calm and his tone was light: "I think it should be like this again. I think I have seen you, but you are not you. Qin Chuan, I just can't remember it, but I'm not a fool. What did you hide from me?"

She suddenly closed her mouth, blinked her eyes, turned her head away, and her voice became cold: "I don't understand what Lord Zichen said."
To be continued...