The Fifth Highness is still being deceived

Chapter 10

After Jing Feirong left the Northern Territory, he went to the Southern Territory for routine inspections. There was no fighting today, but since he took over the Dry Marsh Realm, it is still necessary to go to the study to report to the Heavenly Emperor.But who would have thought that he was stopped by Jing Feiyun just after he returned to the Heavenly Court.

Jing Feirong didn't have the nerve to ask what happened to those marks on Jing Feiyun's neck, and why his lips were swollen. He touched his nose and asked, "Third Brother, what's the matter?"

"What did you do in the Northern Territory?"

Jing Feiyun's voice was hoarse, and his voice was cracked. Jing Feirong had a complicated expression, but he still replied: "I have taken over the Dry Marsh Realm by order of my father."

"Hiss..." Jing Feiyun frowned and took a deep breath, then gritted his teeth and said, "Don't tell your father about this beforehand."

"why?"

"Father did not give the order." Jing Feiyun said.

"What?" Jing Feirong frowned, "But Pluto and Dijun..."

"Succession is not a trivial matter. Even if the father really wants you to take over the Northern Territory, he must make an order in front of the gods at the court meeting, and won't let Yu Cang pass it on."

"Isn't Pluto falsely passing on the emperor's decree?" Jing Feirong's eyes widened, "And the emperor, why did you let me take over the dry marsh in advance without telling my father?"

Jing Feiyun shook his head solemnly: "I don't know, but your father should know about you taking over the enchantment soon, and you can wait and see how he reacts, with the emperor and Yu Cang around, father I won't just trouble you."

Jing Feirong opened his mouth slightly, and said after a while, "I see."

A few days later, when Chu Yanchuan arrived at Jing Feirong's sleeping hall, Jing Feirong had just taken off his battle clothes and was sitting in front of the desk in the study in a dark blue inner robe, writing a booklet.The navy blue headband is tied with a high bun, revealing a handsome side face, with a serious expression, and the fingers holding the pen are slender and fair, writing with great concentration.

It was still early, Chu Yanchuan didn't want to disturb, so he left quietly.

After Jing Feirong finished writing the notebook, he called the priest to pick it up and send it to the Emperor of Heaven. He didn't go to report to the Emperor of Heaven in person these few days, but only wrote a notebook every day, reporting what he did every day.

The priest handed the zhezi to the table of the Emperor of Heaven. When he left, he glanced sideways. In the side room at the other end, behind the beaded curtain, there seemed to be a white figure standing.

"It was written carefully." After the priest left, the Heavenly Emperor looked at Jing Feirong's notebook, "There is no mention of the dry state."

There was a soft rattling sound from the bead curtain, and Chu Yanchuan walked out of the side room, and said calmly, "Your Highness the Fifth Highness knows that you didn't give the order."

The Emperor of Heaven smiled lightly: "Since the Emperor has already handed over the enchantment to Feirong without telling me, why should he clean up the evil spirits around the Blighted Marsh for him every day? On the contrary, he is more tired than before."

"Your Highness is still young, and it is not easy to stabilize the enchantment. Take it step by step and be safe."

"If it wasn't for the fact that Dijun's primordial spirit couldn't hold it anymore, this marriage could have waited until Feirong matured and everything was in his hands, so Dijun could rest at ease."

Chu Yanchuan looked at the phoenix feather on the table with a cold expression and did not answer.

"When the totem has completely changed hands, the seal is strengthened, and the evil spirits are completely suppressed, the emperor can make peace with Fei Rong." The Emperor of Heaven said slowly, "At that time, the emperor can let go of everything and just follow his own path."

"My way?" Chu Yanchuan raised his eyes, "My way is the way of heaven."

The Emperor of Heaven's expression froze, and then he stared at the phoenix feather. After a long while, he said in a hoarse voice: "The emperor will accuse me of going against the Tao again."

Chu Yanchuan said calmly; "Don't dare."

"I often dream." The Emperor of Heaven stretched out his hand to caress the phoenix feather, and sighed, "I dreamed of a little phoenix perched in front of the window, not moving or making noise. As soon as I walked to the window, it flew away."

"Since the choice was made at that time, there is no need to mention it again."

The Emperor of Heaven said in a deep voice, "It wasn't my choice, it was his choice."

"Because he had no choice."

"Could it be that I have a choice!" The Heavenly Emperor lowered his voice, but his tone was a bit fierce, "Six Realms, Destiny, who was not pushed away?!"

Chu Yanchuan said coldly: "So I said, don't mention it again."

He turned around and left the study, as if he didn't want to talk more, the Emperor of Heaven looked at his back, frowned and closed his eyes, the folder in his hand was clenched into wrinkles.

Jing Feirong felt a little strange. Although he had taken over the Blighted Marsh Realm, the surrounding area of ​​the barrier was calm and calm, without the collision of scattered demons. It was quiet and extremely peaceful.He even went to the North Territory to look around a few times, but the surrounding area was empty, and he couldn't even find half a ghost.

Although Chu Yanchuan told him that due to the powerful spirit blood of the dragon clan, the totem can exert the most powerful effect in his hands.But that's only for the magic seal inside the enchantment, and it won't be safe even outside the dry marsh.

What's more unreasonable is that the Emperor of Heaven has never asked him about the matter of the Dry Marsh, so Jing Feirong didn't know how to ask Chu Yanchuan why he did this.

Jing Feirong handed in the paperwork, and was still sitting in front of the desk, with his chin resting on his head and looking out of the window.Today is the Lantern Festival in the human world, I don't know if Dijun still remembers the last agreement and will come.

"His Royal Highness."

Jing Feirong was startled, then turned his head, Chu Yanchuan was standing at the door of the study, dressed in snow, with light golden cloud patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, cool and elegant, with calm eyes.

"..." Jing Feirong quickly pulled out a piece of paper from the desk, stuffed it into a painting tube beside him, then stood up and said, "The Emperor is here."

Chu Yanchuan asked him: "What did Your Highness write, is it a lie again?"

"No, no..." Jing Feirong blushed, and immediately denied, "I didn't write that."

It’s true that he didn’t write a deceitful person. What he wrote was Chu Yanchuan’s name. There was no reason, and the motive was unclear. He just wrote it unconsciously after thinking about it. He wrote a total of seven, crooked, ugly, and true. of.

Chu Yanchuan walked to the case and reached out to get the paper in the painting tube. Jing Feirong didn't know why the emperor wanted to read his handwriting so elegantly today, but the content must not be seen by him.Jing Feirong immediately grabbed his wrist and said anxiously: "Dijun, there is nothing to see."

"Just to take a look." Chu Yanchuan broke free from Jing Feirong's hand and replied.

"no!"

Jing Feirong was in a hurry, grabbed Chu Yanchuan's hands, and dragged him to the front, the two of them bumped into each other head-on, Chu Yanchuan was rarely stunned, and raised his eyes to look at Jing Feirong.As the sun was about to set, the afterglow soaked the room, covering Jing Feirong's eyelash feathers and the small down on his face with a layer of warm color, those peach blossom eyes were clear to the bottom, with a bit of anxiety, as if they were about to splash out of water.

Jing Feirong was born good-looking, and Chu Yanchuan had always known that his youthful demeanor carried the nobility of racial blood and status blessings, his expression was lively, and his soaring beauty made it difficult for people to look away.

The two looked at each other for a long time, Jing Feirong came back to his senses, lowered his eyes to cut off the intersecting line of sight, and loosened his grip a bit, but he still didn't let go of Chu Yanchuan, the pulp of his thumb was lightly on his wrist. Rubbing.The skin was smooth and cool, and it felt so good to the touch, Jing Feirong just wanted to touch it and touch it again.

Chu Yanchuan didn't speak, just looked at him, Jing Feirong touched the emperor's hand enough, then raised his head, moved closer to him, closed his eyes shyly, first kissed the corner of Chu Yanchuan's mouth, and then Kissing his face, he finally felt embarrassed. He buried his face on the side of Chu Yanchuan's neck, and asked vaguely, "Dijun, is it okay to go to the Lantern Festival after I'm done?"

It was the first time for him to court so straightforwardly, he was nervous and jerky, his chest was throbbing, and then he felt that his hand was gently held by Chu Yanchuan, leading him down, and placed it on the belt.

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The author says:

Fifth Highness - shy, but tough