Chapter 399 Extra: The Unending Fox Flower, Yun Weize

The sound of rain began to rise from the eaves, first a light drizzle, then a continuous downpour.

Raindrops fell, tapping on the green tiles, splashing into millions of clear, cool jade beads.

Crisp yet not shattered, dense yet not chaotic, it is like a wordless chant scattered from the sky, enveloping the entire palace in a transparent silence.

Outside the window, a light drizzle fell like butter; inside a wide purple bamboo chair, a couple lazily lounged for the entire day.

Hua Buxiu wore a light, snow-white undergarment, her dark hair flowing down her back. She was both elegant and alluring, loosely embracing a slender waist, her fingers holding a half-open scroll.

The sound of rain tapping on the green tiles is like someone slowly plucking the strings of a zither, making one feel lazy.

He channeled warm spiritual energy into his fingertips and gently massaged that soft waist.

When he felt comfortable, he would lower his head and lazily brush the tip of his nose against the strands of hair at her temples, as if he had found a gentle haven.

His gaze occasionally fell on the ambiguous marks stained under the wide blue robe. His half-lowered eyes were no longer indifferent, but rather filled with a scalding, aggressive heat, slowly licking and tracing them.

He didn't expect that Di Yin would follow Fei Ling's nonsense and stay there for two days without leaving.

The fox was so angry that its nose was crooked. It stormed into the hall and dragged out its wicked disciple.

Who knew?

The peace didn't last two days. The wicked disciple had just come out of the Twin Palaces when he was caught by him and was fooling around in the spring with Emperor Yin and the fox.

Fei Ling... later also went there.

These days, the wicked disciple is always surrounded by either two or three people.

Hua Buxiu's gaze lingered slightly on the scattered marks on her snow-white shoulders and neck, and his deep-seated desire, like the night, silently spread, thick and unyielding.

If he and Yun Weize hadn't gone to bring her back, who knows how long the three of them, Fox and his friends, would have continued their antics.

The wicked disciple lay crookedly in his arms, unable to wake up even after bathing.

At this moment, she nestled in his arms like a cat, her blue clothes disheveled, her shoulders and neck bare, white as jade, draped with half a soft and thin quilt.

She had been asleep for two days, and in her dreams she was still sobbing intermittently, crying and begging for mercy.

"No...it ran away..."

Hua Buxiu lowered her head slightly, and a soft, indistinct sob entered her ears. Her knuckles curled unconsciously, and her gaze seemed to be captured, fixed on her lips for a long time.

Her lips were rosy and full, as if repeatedly polished by the night, glistening with a thin layer of rouge.

He suddenly lowered his eyes and lightly touched his thin lips.

Unexpectedly, just as he was about to part his lips, the unconscious and unaware disciple, perhaps thinking he was still fooling around with Di Yin and the others, subconsciously and pitifully licked his lips.

even……

Beneath the thin blanket, her legs were as soft as satin, and as if they had their own consciousness, they drooped obediently in an almost sacrificial posture.

It was as if in this way, they could earn a little pity for themselves and suffer less pain in the coming storm.

Suddenly, Hua Buxiu's fingers paused, his lips tightened, and his previously languid eyes suddenly became unfathomable.

Like a calm pool of water being thrown into a giant rock, churning up a deep, inky color, then suddenly sinking.

One can imagine that this is how the wicked disciple coaxed Di Yin, Fei Ling, and the fox in order to suffer less.

She probably didn't realize that the more obedient she was, the more... inhuman the foxes became.

Her gaze shifted to the fingertips clutching a piece of his shirt, which was covered in a peach-pink hue, soft and supple, with skin as smooth as cotton, and shimmering with a faint light.

These hands, they must have endured countless hardships along with her, now hang limply like withered flowers, devoid of any strength.

Hua Buxiu lowered his eyelashes, his gaze lingering tirelessly on her face for a long time without moving.

The book that was held between my fingers had lost its grip at some point and silently slipped to the side.

The wicked disciple sobbed softly, his eyelashes tightly closed, a single tear seeping through.

She seemed to be awakened by the disturbing sound of rain, or perhaps her memory was still stuck in that messy room.

even.

In a fawning manner, it deliberately suffers in its sleep, trying to gain some pity in return.

Hua Buxiu suddenly held his breath.

The fingers that were on her waist suddenly clenched, and the veins on the back of his hand were clearly visible due to extreme restraint.

Just grit your teeth and suppress it.

The wicked disciple is making a fool of himself.

As expected, the person's eyelashes trembled slightly in their sleep, and a tear welled up from the corner of their eye. The curled eyelashes fluttered a few times, finally managing to open a small gap.

Her wet eyes were unfocused, only vaguely reflecting the beautiful face before her.

Suddenly, her toes curled up as if startled, and her unfocused gaze quickly sharpened.

When the beautiful woman's face came into view, Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes trembled again, and all the confusion instantly receded like a tide.

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

She never expected that the beautiful woman would be this kind of person!

They actually did it while she was sleeping...

"rogue!"

Jiang Xianwan had just woken up. Without thinking, he pointed his trembling fingertip at the beautiful woman's nose, and with a shaky voice, passionately started speaking.

Incredibly, her voice also carried a hint of aggrieved crying.

And he was very righteous and indignant!

"Beautiful lady, I never imagined you were this kind of person!"

At least wait until she wakes up, right?

He's just so... shameless!

Hua Buxiu: "..."

What did that wicked disciple say?

He's shameless.

What kind of person is he?!

Hua Buxiu stared at the fingertip that was about to poke the wrinkles between his eyebrows. A look of disbelief flashed across his deep eyes, which then turned into a look of gritted teeth.

This wicked disciple... took the initiative to come to me, and the first thing he did after waking up was to call me a hooligan?

Are foxes not scoundrels?

Is the Hidden Emperor not a rogue?

Is Fei Ling, that little bastard, not a hooligan?

What kind of person is he?!

This is intolerable!

Hua Buxiu was already so jealous he didn't know what to do with it, and now he was about to be driven mad with anger.

Of course, he did laugh in anger.

He was especially furious when he saw his wayward disciple wake up and try to back out, shaking his legs as he tried to run away.

"Me, a hooligan?"

"Jiang Xianwan, you'd better explain yourself clearly, what kind of person am I?"

Hua Buxiu tightened his grip on her waist, deliberately adding a bit more force.

Ignoring the wicked disciple whose legs immediately trembled with unusual elation, his breath mingled, and his voice rose again at the end, carrying a hint of low, dangerous hoarseness:

"You unfilial disciple, you've got guts. What did you just say... dare you repeat it again?"

"Um?"

He hasn't even done the scoundrel thing yet!

She was clearly doing it herself!

How dare that wicked disciple call him a hooligan!

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

no.

Was she the one who started this scoundrel's act?

How could that be!

Is she out of her mind?!

But Hua Buxiu's ambiguous smile clearly indicated that it was true!

Jiang Xianwan jolted and quickly withdrew one fingertip!

She immediately rubbed her head against his face, her voice sweet and affectionate.

"Master... Your Excellency?"

"lightly……?"

She knew she was probably finished again, and only hoped that Hua Buxiu would develop a rare conscience!

Hua Buxiu: "..." You wicked disciple!

Now they know how to be sweet and juicy, and they come to call him Master?

I almost wanted to stab him to death with that fingertip just now!

Could she really think that by shouting like that, he would show her any pity?

Why didn't she tell Di Yin and the others to be quiet... Oh, she did, but Di Yin and the others... have no conscience.

So, Hua Buxiu is a good person?

Seeing his wicked disciple's lips instantly curve into a fawning smile, his face changing faster than he could turn the pages of a book, Hua Buxiu almost laughed in anger again.

He slightly curved his lips, pressed down on his prodigal disciple's head, and as her eyes were filled with hope, he suddenly smiled at her.

then……

The wicked disciple's eyes lit up suddenly, thinking that he had it in the bag.

He parted his thin lips slightly and said calmly, "It's too late to call me Master now."

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

Her eyelashes got wet, and she immediately burst into tears again.

Pointing a trembling finger at the tip of his nose, she excitedly turned on the microphone again!

"Beautiful woman... What kind of master would turn out like this!"

They actually tricked her!

ungrateful!

Hua Buxiu's muscles were taut like a fully drawn bow, his dark hair cascading down his neck, his eyes locked on those that were starting to tear up again, his teeth clenched, and the veins on his cheeks slightly visible.

He and Yun Weize felt sorry for her and stayed by her side for two days, comforting her for two days as well.

The wicked disciple turned around and cursed him?

Do you want him to pity you?

There's nothing to discuss.

Hua Buxiu showed no mercy whatsoever.

Two days, and I'm finally able to get enough sleep.

Facing the reproachful gaze of her wicked disciple, which clearly read 'Hua Meiren, not human,' Hua Buxiu parted his thin lips slightly and bit the fingertip that she was poking at him.

He gave a cold laugh.

"Whose unfilial son has turned out like this?"

"Jiang Xianwan...you're responsible for what you did."

She was quite capable just now.

Are you scared now?

Is Hua Buxiu a very gentle person?

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

He... is not.

But how could that beautiful woman with her soft, pouty lips utter such cold-blooded and heartless words?

That being said, it's rare for such a stubborn beauty to actually have a shred of conscience.

Therefore, when the clouds returned to the marsh, the thin blanket appeared to be wrinkled by the wind.

It exudes a gentle, leisurely, and tender feeling.

Yun Weize: "..." He slowed his pace.

Hua Buxiu: "..." His eyelashes trembled.

Jiang Xianwan: "..." His fingertips trembled.

The master and apprentice suddenly turned their eyes in unison.

Yun Weize was dressed in a dark black robe, with gold threads faintly visible as he walked. He paused, then helplessly spread his hands and sighed softly, "Brother, I was only gone for a short while."

He just forgot about him?

Hua Buxiu: "..." He really forgot about him.

Jiang Xianwan: "..." No?!

Compared to the two people who were frozen on the wide chair, Yun Weize's expression was as calm as a flower in the morning light, and he slowly put down a stack of clean and tidy clothes.

His dark robes trailed in a magnificent arc in the air. Hua Buxiu was somewhat silent and unnatural, while Jiang Xianwan was filled with terror, her head shaking unconsciously like a rattle drum.

She loosened her clothes, removed her dark robes, and her long, raven-black hair flowed down.

He lifted the corner of the quilt and nestled his tall, slender body into the bamboo chair.

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

The bamboo chair wobbled.

Hua Buxiu's expression was inscrutable, Jiang Xianwan's expression was blank, and Yun Weize once again reached out his porcelain-white fingertips, gently pulled her into his arms.

His chin then rested on the top of her head, his entire weight pressing against her like a tenon and mortise joint, before a lazy sigh escaped from his nose.

"Have you had enough sleep?"

Hua Buxiu, forced to turn to the side: "..."

Jiang Xianwan's eyelashes trembled slightly. "...Mmm."

He looked up, conflicted.

"Clouds form marshes."

"Um."

Yun Weize's voice was low and soft as he nestled in, his magnetic voice carrying a hint of weariness.

The rain is pattering outside the window; it's a rare, cozy day.

Snuggling in a warm, cozy bed is the perfect thing.

He placed one arm around her waist, his chest and abdomen absorbing the warmth of her body, the temperature seemingly seeping into his very being, causing his brows to unconsciously relax.

He looked tired, but otherwise he was not.

The room was completely silent, save for the sound of my heartbeat and the rain.

only.

One person is lazy.

The two were like a string.

Yun Weize reached under his body and pulled out a book. "What's the ending?"

This story is supposed to be in two volumes; what I have here is the first volume, and the second volume hasn't been published yet.

For the past two days, Jiang Xianwan has slept on the bamboo chair with them. When he is awake, he watches; when he is asleep, Fengyi continues to watch.

Speaking of this, Jiang Xianwan, who had returned to her old ways, instantly looked aggrieved. She didn't seem to have any time to write the book!

Now dressed like this, she angrily bit her fingertip and said, "Write them all to death."

Yun Weize immediately closed the storybook and looked down at her.

Seeing her frowning and looking resentful, he chuckled softly, his thin lips close to her ear, "Lovers should be together. If you kill them off, the readers will probably throw up the book and throw a couple of vegetable leaves and a few rotten eggs at you."

That's all.

He looked up.

"Right, bro?"

Hua Buxiu: "..."

The slight awkwardness in his eyes had vanished, and he now held Jiang Xianwan's waist with an air of ease.

They can even regard clouds as nothing... Continue.

"Um."

The wicked disciple didn't intend to kill off these two characters.

Now it's possible... that they might want to write about the two brothers completely.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Unexpectedly, under these circumstances, Hua Buxiu actually... they could still chat and laugh freely, and he immediately secretly pinched Hua Buxiu's waist.

only……

The voice was hoarse, and it let out a soft hiss... It was Yun Weize.

Before the Southern Emperor even entered, he was pinched hard. Youyou lowered his eyes, looking innocent and aggrieved, "Wanwan, the one you pinched... seems to be me."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Destroy it.

She was squeezed in the middle, unable to free her arms and legs.

He stubbornly pretended nothing was wrong.

"The dignified Southern Emperor should read less of this kind of meaningless book."

They even learned how to use rotten eggs and vegetable leaves as props.

Upon hearing this, Yun Weize gently kissed her lips, his voice even more wistful than hers, "Without you here, what else can I do besides look at these?"

"Heh..." Jiang Xianwan wanted to retort, but under Hua Meiren's force, her voice choked.

After a moment, with tears still clinging to her eyelashes, she managed a weak sob and said, "Who was it that beat the Three Kings and their companions so badly they were rolling all over the ground in Xiaoman Pavilion the day before yesterday?"

Therefore, the three kings, along with a group of demons and monsters, climbed up to the Thirty-Three Palaces, crying and pleading, to jointly accuse the Southern Emperor of being full of evil intentions!

She also needs to uphold imperial authority.

Yun Weize's eyes immediately showed a hint of resentment, "Of all the twins you've raised, they are the most precious."

"Jiang Xianwan, do you dislike me now?"

Besides, was it his idea to go?

The three kings carried him there by force, insisting that he play.

Jiang Xianwan wasn't there, and he wasn't used to this kind of liveliness, but he still couldn't resist the group of humans, demons, and monsters with their peculiar thought processes, and they played a couple of rounds.

In the end, the three kings couldn't afford to play along and even filed a counter-suit against him.

Yun Weize felt extremely wronged.

He's strong, so he's wrong?

Thinking about it this way, and recalling something from the past, my heart grows even colder.

With a flick of his fingertips, he peeled a perfectly round lychee from somewhere, and gently turned her stiff head, placing it to her lips to silence her words.

Her low, hoarse voice sounded increasingly aggrieved.

"Wanwan, what about me?"

Is she happy with Fengyi, and now she's pretending not to see him?

He's going to cause trouble!

He had been waiting for a long time.

Back in the lake that night in the Void Ancient Realm...

No.

To be precise, those shameful and sordid thoughts first arose that very night at Fengyi Terrace, in her courtyard.

I still remember.

The two lychees that she ate.

Beside her were him and his brother.

The weather that day was just like today.

The sudden rain was slightly cool, but it felt as hot as if oil had been poured over my heart.

He and Fengyi fled from her courtyard in a disheveled state, their footsteps stopping in unison outside her courtyard gate.

After their hasty separation, they unexpectedly bumped into each other again in the cold spring.

I was wrapped in cold water, my torso was completely chilled, but my heart was still pounding.

Unaware, Jiang Xianwan slept soundly through the night until dawn.

but.

He has more to do with this than just this now.

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

She bit a bit of lychee flesh from his lips, thinking of the bold words she had once uttered.

He raised his eyes in anger.

"You're not already..."

Her fingertips trembled violently again as she plucked a black calyx that was even more flamboyant than her own trembling. She turned her face away, but Yun Weize suddenly became relentless.

His low, husky voice, accompanied by his hot breath, gently caressed her earlobe.

Suddenly, he said to the beautiful woman in a calm voice, "Brother, come here."

This matter needs to be resolved with a winner and a loser.

He couldn't wait any longer.

Jiang Xianwan: "...!" His face turned green.

But then I heard...

The beautiful woman raised an eyebrow slightly, a half-smile playing on her lips, "As you wish."

Jiang Xianwan: "...!"

"Wanwan..."

"Who is more..."

"Um?"

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Of course...

[End of article]