it was really a beautiful painting, and the people next to it were all set off, and the only one who had entered the eyes of the dragon was the pair of bi people.
the heat was hot, i think it was because ning zhiyu's body was not good, he wore a lot of clothes, and the white robe was also draped with a silver and white cape, his skin was like snow, his body was handsome, standing on the side of yan iris, which was a match made in heaven.
"does it look good?" ning zhiyu raised his hand and touched the silver hairpin that fang cai yanyi personally put on for him, and smiled.
"it's good-looking." the swallow kites look spoiled. "ayu looks good at everything."
the smile under ning zhiyu's eyes grew stronger: "you are used to coaxing me." "
"wherever there is, i'm telling the truth." yan yi smiled and took ning zhiyu's hand.
now when chao tianzi married both men, the wind of longyang was gradually accepted by the people, and it was not unusual for two men to hold hands in public, and the vendor owner heard the conversation between the two and smiled in agreement.
"this prince is elegant and elegant, his appearance is outstanding, and he looks good in everything he wears."
"your husband didn't lie to you."
the word 'fu jun' made ning zhiyu's pale cheeks glow a little red, and he couldn't help but look at yan yi.
"that's right, it's a husband." yan yi met ning zhiyu's gaze and smiled, but in fact he was a little absent-minded. "i want this silver hairpin, how much is it?"
the stall owner reported the number, and the plainclothes guard behind yan yi stepped forward to pay.
xuan long hid in the darkness that could not be touched by mortal eyes, watching the two back shadows drown in the crowd and disappear into his own sight.
not long after, in front of the stall where yan yi and ning zhiyu had patronized, a man in black robes appeared wearing a black veil and bucket hat, he was determined to stand in front of the stall, the boss saw him for a long time, and did not have the intention of buying, and asked in a doubtful voice.
"dude, do you have anything you want to buy?"
the man was silent for a long time, and a hoarse voice came out from under the bucket.
"fangcai... the silver hairpin that the man in blue put on for his lover, but there was still it. "
the boss understood, lowered his head and picked up a hairpin from the stall and handed it to the man with both hands.
"the silver hairpin that the prince bought for his lover is exactly this one, and there is exactly one left, this style is an ancient firing cloud pattern, which is very delicate and beautiful."
the man reached for the hairpin, but before he could touch it, he stopped. he didn't know what he was hesitating, and finally slowly withdrew his hand. "...... or not. "
"then what else do you see?" owner road.
the man shook his head and left as quietly as he had been.
the boss was busy greeting other guests, he didn't care, after about half a cup of tea, the man appeared next to the stall again, xu was seeing that the boss was busy, did not go forward, only quietly watched from the side.
strange to say, the hairpin was clearly beautiful, and after such a long time, it still lay there decently, and it was not bought.
the boss sent away a wave of guests, noticed the figure of the man, and took the initiative to call: "son? "
the man stepped forward, gently twisted the cloud-patterned silver hairpin, and asked in a low voice, "how much is this hairpin?" "
"five or two silver."
the man raised his hand, felt a piece of silver from his chest, and placed it on the stall.
"well, wait a moment, the little one will find you money." the owner was smiling.
"not necessarily." the man left a word, took the hairpin and turned away.
the boss looked up: "eh, son..."
the man's footsteps did not stop, and the kung fu that shook his eyes was gone.
the boss rubbed his eyes... he muttered, "what a freak." "
clearly liked it, after reading it, he didn't buy it, if he lacked money, it was reasonable, but the man was so arrogant, he didn't even want the rest of the money, where like the master who lacked money.
odd. odd.
inside the inn.
mistle returned from outside, saw that xuanlong was not there, was very anxious, and was trying to go out to find the dragon, when he saw xuanlong fly in through the window and take human form in the house.
he quickly greeted him: "where have you been?" "
"feel free to go out and walk around." xuan long took down the bucket.
mistle was horrified: "how to coax you to go out on weekdays, today suddenly there is no dragon shadow, i thought you were wrong, but i am worried about the death of the little master." "
now xuanlong was too weak, and it would be very dangerous if he was targeted by a monk with bad intentions.
"i'm fine." xuan long turned and walked toward the bedroom.
mistle followed up: "today is the beggars festival, the outside is all in pairs, what does it mean for you to go shopping with a dragon, and i will accompany you after dinner." "
xuan long did not answer and sat down on the edge of the bed.
mistletoe knew that he was in a bad mood and coaxed him to be happy: "i went to the jingyulou, which is the most famous restaurant in chang'an city, and the dignitaries and dignitaries of the human race love to eat there." needless to say, the roasted chicken is really delicious. "
"eat?" he conjured up a roast chicken and handed it to xuan long, and he could smell the aroma through the layer of oil paper.
xuan long shook his head and said softly, "i'm not hungry." "
mistletoe snorted softly, "i knew that you dragon was a picky eater, and thanks to little master, i didn't just buy this kind of food." "
he raised his sleeve and waved it, and not far away the rosewood round table was filled with hearty dishes, more than a dozen.
mistletoe leaned over and pulled xuan long's hand: "go, accompany xiao ye to dinner." "
xuan long smelled the aroma of the food that filled the room, and he was not very comfortable, and his face, which was already lacking in blood, became more and more pale, so he withdrew his hand from mistletoe's hand and turned his back on the bed: "you eat." i'm a little sleepy. "
mistle frowned, "you can't go on like this anymore." "
"why do you have to be so stuffy, don't talk to me a few words, even if you are in a bad mood, you have to think about the fetus in your belly, he will be hungry." 」
xuan long stared at the snow-white wall inside, "... that's how i was. "
he was so stuffy.
mistle saw that he could not be persuaded, so he did not persuade him, xuan long heard that there was no movement in the house, it should be mistle left.
those clan dragons were right, no one could stand such a lonely and cold nature, the little fox had been following him, and now that he was gone, he would be left alone and quiet.
xuan long lay down for a long time, and felt the cloud-patterned silver hairpin from his arms.
it was really beautiful, very compatible with ning zhiyu, but on the contrary, he held this exquisite hairpin that should not belong to him in his hand, which seemed to be unremarkable and ridiculous.
he didn't know why he had bought the silver hairpin, and when he came back, he was already in front of the stall. after thinking about it, he felt that it was inappropriate, what did he buy this hairpin for, he would not tie his hair, and it was useless to buy it.
moreover, it was a beggar gift from yan yi to ning zhiyu, and he bought the exact same one to do.
no matter how he thought about it, there was no reason to drive him to buy the silver hairpin, so he left.
but in the end, i went back to the stall and bought it.
there is no reason.
i just want it, i want it.
perhaps in this way, it can be pretended that yan yi's intention for him is true for a moment. even for a moment it would be good not to make him so upset.
but why, when he looked at this beautiful silver hairpin, he felt even more uncomfortable in his heart.
after all, those feelings cannot be stolen.
xuan long closed his eyes and put the hairpin back into the dark pocket of his coat.
i don't know how long time has passed, but there is a deliberately light footstep behind me, and mistletoe cat leans forward to approach xuanlong: "ah bo, are you sleeping?" "
when xuan long heard this, his body stiffened, and he slowly sat up, and his low voice unconsciously chilled: "don't call me like this." "
"why?" mistle exploded in an instant. "if the terrans can summon it, can't i summon it?"
"..."xuan long was silent.
he just...... when you hear this name, you think of the man.
mistle was quiet for a long time, but finally gave in, this dragon had just been hurt by love, he was kind-hearted, and he didn't bother with him. he whispered, "... so what should i call you? "
xuan long pursed his lips, "yes." "
mistle tilted his head and thought, "your name is hanbo, then i will call you ahan, how?" "
"or is it cold?"
"or berth?"
"which one do you say?"
"yes." xuan long dao.
he replied so perfunctorily, mistle was discouraged, did not want to dwell on this topic with him anymore, and a plate of fresh sashimi on the plate appeared in the palm of his hand.
he conjured up a pair of chopsticks and handed them to xuan long together: "now." "
xuan long did not answer, and looked at mistle silently.
mistletoe laughed evilly, it was a charming fox, but at this time, those ice blue eyes looked very pure, which was like a 200-year-old little fox, and it was always a little bottomless to talk to his sweetheart.
he whispered.
"i went to ask the healer, and he said that it is normal for pregnant demons to be picky eaters, and that you dragons love to eat fresh fish." i thought about it, you have lived in the ancient pond of a thousand years, where the fish must be the most appetizing to you, so i went to catch a few, after removing the internal organs and fish bones, only the fish meat was left, and then cut into fillets, at this time it is best to enter. "
"...... eat it! "
xuan long found that mistle was wet, and he looked at the pale pink fresh fish fillets on the plate, each piece of fish was about the same size, obviously taking a lot of thought.
"...... why treat me so well. "
yan yi treated him well, for the sake of his dragon scales, so what about mistle... and why.
mistle was stared at by xuan long like this, not knowing what to think, his cheeks suddenly turned red, and he had to stuff the plate into xuan long's hand, turn around and run: "oops! tell you to eat what you eat, so much crap to do! i'm embarrassed to make little master..."
xuan long saw his figure disappear into the room, confused.
since he was with yan iris, he had not eaten this fresh fish for a long time, and now he really felt a little hungry, so he picked up a slice with chopsticks and put it in his mouth, chewing and chewing, remembering what yan iris had said.
"eh, how can you eat this raw meat, only wild people and beasts eat this uncooked thing—"
at that time, yan iris had just been rescued by xuan long and returned to the thousand-year-old ancient pond, a person and a dragon sat face to face, yan iris ate the food that xuan long bought from the market, xuan long ate the raw fish caught in the pool, he was not so particular, he caught it and ate it, yan iris saw that his mouth was full of blood, he was stunned, and told him that he should not do so.
xuan longtou knew once that it was wrong to eat like that.
that's not right for the terrans.
he was afraid of scaring yan iris, so he seriously learned from him how to make chopsticks, and tried to adapt to the food of the human race, he became more and more like a human, and understood how to love... but the man's heart never belonged to him.
the persistence of the past is no longer necessary.
xuan long didn't have much appetite when he thought about that, but he still ate half a plate, and mistle was right, he should think about the fetus in his belly.
what about in the future... there are children with him.
half an hour later, mistle returned, and xuan long was sitting cross-legged on the bed pranayama.
"to you."
xuan long opened his green eyes, only to see mistle holding a red luo jin sachet in his hand and handing it to him.
"what is this?"
"beggar's day gift." the roots of quercus's ears burned red, and the voice line seemed a little tight in the dimly lit room.
"i think everyone else has it, and you should have one too."
"......"
mistle saw that xuan long did not pick up, so he took the initiative to stuff it into his hand: "here is the spirit grass, the smell is very good, it can calm the spirit and raise the fetus." "
without putting the sachet between his noses, xuan long could smell the pleasant smell, which seemed to have a real calming effect, and his heart warmed and whispered.
"thank you."
"you... just like it. "