Ten lifetimes of red entanglement with mushrooms failed
With a few loud bangs, Fourth Brother shook the wine gourd one after another, frowning.
He was muttering to himself when, unexpectedly, he slept through the night and finished all the alcohol.
"Hey, brother-in-law!" he called to Xie Jinhui. "Today, the eight of us siblings are sworn brothers. It's a joyous occasion, and we should drink and sing together."
"Brother-in-law, hurry and take some good wine to your brothers-in-law."
"Drinking?" I said with a forced smile, "Brothers, that's not really appropriate!"
To everyone's surprise, even the taciturn second brother and the elegant fifth brother agreed, saying, "We should drink wine to truly solidify the bond of brotherhood."
"Su Ling, since Eighth Sister was able to come in, getting a jar of wine shouldn't be too difficult, right?"
I thought to myself, this Purple Palace has all kinds of divine water, but it has no place to store fine wine.
Emperor Shengsheng does not usually drink alcohol, and Xie Jinhui used to be a speck of dust who loved to eat dirt.
Later, when the stove was turned into a furnace, he loved to eat me.
He doesn't have the habit of carrying drinks with him.
Hearing no sound outside, I assumed he had gone somewhere to steal some wine and wouldn't be back for a while.
Unexpectedly, I suddenly felt a surge of energy within me, and a wine jar wrapped with layers of red thread emerged from my body and landed steadily on the table.
Xie Jinhui's voice echoed everywhere.
"What a coincidence! I never expected that among the seventy-two jade pillars of the Ziji Palace, there would be a jar of wine hidden every few pillars."
It smells quite nice; please accept it, brothers-in-law.
With a flick of light and shadow in his hand, Fourth Brother broke the myriad spiderwebs on the wine jar.
As soon as the seal is opened, a unique, intoxicating aroma of fermentation, tinged with peach blossoms, wafts out.
Third Brother's eyes lit up with a whiff.
Fourth Brother was clearly extremely satisfied, praising the wine as excellent, but he was also extremely dissatisfied and nitpicked.
"Brother-in-law, that's so unfair! There were so many jars, yet you only took one? What kind of logic is that?"
Xie Jinhui smiled slightly, as if from behind a cloud.
"What I've said is what I've said."
Enjoy the taste, but don't be too unrestrained.
Wow! Xie Jinhui, you've played Su Ling, and it's really useful. Fourth Brother is indeed smiling憨憨地.
"Alright, alright, one jar is fine. We siblings don't need to be overly enthusiastic, just fulfill our duty."
Then, eight cups came out from my chest and were arranged in front of me and my brothers.
Xie Jinhui had also thought of everything; the wine vessels were all plain snow-white ice cups with peach blossoms.
After being filled with peach-colored wine, each glass resembles a snow-covered peach blossom, perfectly capturing the warmth of spring.
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of the pile of red thread that my fourth brother had broken open, and for some reason, I felt something was off.
I can't quite recall exactly what I did wrong.
My brothers raised their glasses, and I quickly followed suit, breaking my train of thought.
The elder brother raised his cup and asked the sky.
"Su Mio, would you like to have a drink together?"
Xie Jinhui smiled and reminded him, "If I drink it, won't it cause you all to break up?"
"Forget it, forget it. You all have your reunion, I'll toast in my heart."
The eldest brother raised his glass in a gesture of respect and began to speak.
May our eight siblings remain united!
"Compare!"
"gold!"
"Strong!"
Uh, it even includes a word chain game?
Then Fifth Brother added, "Same!"
"born!"
"common!"
When it was my turn, I knew what to say, but I felt that the word was inappropriate for a sworn brotherhood ceremony.
So I shouted loudly, "Gray!"
I admit that the things I remember most vividly are stones and dust, all of which can be ground into ash.
My brothers smiled and didn't argue with me.
Immediately, they all raised their glasses to me, and the brothers, as if on cue, said in unison, "Don't be afraid, little sister, your brothers will protect you."
My eyes welled up with tears, and I tilted my head back and drank the wine with them.
It's so spicy! How was it brewed? Why doesn't this wine flow into my body? Instead, it seems to seep into some strange places.
"It's so hot!" I blurted out.
The brothers were about to refill their drinks when they suddenly froze.
At the same time, Xie Jinhui exclaimed inwardly, "Damn it!"
I felt a powerful force pulling me outwards; it was Xie Jinhui.
"Yuanhe, come out quickly."
well?
Why are the brothers' faces all red, and why are they all pressing their hands to their chests, trying to force out the alcohol?
Should I push myself too? But suddenly my body felt restless, as if I were boneless and weak.
The movement of pressing on the chest was weak and feeble.
"Brothers," I said with a silly grin, "I think I'm already knocked out after just one drink!"
My brothers looked serious and together raised their hands to cast a spell to push me away.
"Sister, get out!" they said.
In a daze, as I passed through the Heart Bridge and stepped firmly onto the floor of the sleeping quarters, I was immediately enveloped in a hazy, exquisite feeling.
I long to love, to love intensely, to love possessively.
In the sleeping quarters, it was as if pink clouds were floating up, one by one, soft and fluffy, as if you could lean against them and sleep with them.
Among them, the one who was the most tender and caring was Xie Jinhuiyun, who floated over and supported me.
It's not pink, it's color itself, the color I love, the color I want to open my heart to and merge with.
I would snuggle up to him whenever I saw him, rubbing against him.
"Xie Jinhui, what kind of wine did you bring? It tastes so strange, so strange."
I looked up at him, and without thinking, I stood on tiptoe and kissed his chin.
The intense emotions brought on by the alcohol were churning inside me, engulfing my reason and forcing me to forget it.
As I kissed him, I breathed heavily and said, "Xie Jinhui, I want you."
At that moment, I suddenly remembered that he couldn't be exposed, and I shrank back in his arms in fright.
"Xie Jinhui, that wine..."
"I'm sorry, Yuanhe." For the first time, Xie Jinhui didn't respond to any of my kisses. He looked down at me with guilt.
“Yuan Yu, do you still remember?”
On the day we broke the marriage certificate, Lord Muheng, in addition to binding us with the Immortal Binding Cloud Lock, also wanted the Marriage Immortal to bring us a kind of wine hidden in the Purple Extreme Palace, saying that it could control us.
At the time, I didn't understand what that meant.
So many years have passed, and only now have I remembered this, but it's too late.
The wine I just grabbed for convenience is the very same strong wine that the Fairy of Marriage keeps here—Ten Lifetimes of Red Entanglement.
"Yuan'e, I'm sorry. I'll stay by your side tonight. Just get through tonight, and everything will be alright."
In his arms, I was sometimes lucid, sometimes infatuated.
"Ten lifetimes of red entanglement? Good wine, delicious! Hehe."
"No, Xie Jinhui, I can't touch him, I can't, I can't, I can't..."
Xie Jinhui felt both heartache and confidence. He pulled me back into his arms, who had pushed him away time and time again, and said while caressing me, "Yuanhe, you can touch me."
But don't worry, I won't hurt you. You can do whatever you want to me as long as it makes you feel better.
I gradually stopped understanding what he was saying, and my psychological defenses against touching him began to kick in. I started to hallucinate.
The illusion wasn't an outburst of desire, but rather an immersion in the Guming Illusion where Xie Jinhui and I had been together for 100,000 years.
I increasingly feel like I'm a mushroom, a mushroom that can't move.
But Xie Jinhui in front of me was moving. I reached out and touched his white mushroom-shaped face, and laughed, "Xie Jinhui, are you a red mushroom, an oyster mushroom, a shiitake mushroom, or an king oyster mushroom?"
Xie Jinhui's eyes gleamed with a tempting light that made me want to bite him.
“Yuan’e, I am Jian Shouqing.” He coaxed me with a smile, gently pulling the grass from my mushroom head.
I can't bite him because I'm a mushroom, and I can't move.
Xie Jinhui suddenly sighed, and hugged me tightly with a mixture of relief and emotion.
"Yuan'e, my Yuan'e, have you locked yourself in the illusion? Remember, I'm right beside you. I'll stay with you no matter how long you stay."
But he went back on his word as soon as he said that.
He suddenly pushed me away and stumbled back a great distance. I could hear him angrily berating the brothers inside me.
"Why did you do this?!"
Xie Jinhui seemed to become transparent, and his brothers' voices could be heard through him.
"Su Mio, we can't handle this wine, you'll have to bear it yourself!"
It seems that his brothers forced him to drink the wine and then poured it all out on Xie Jinhui.
I could hear what they were saying, but I didn't quite understand what they meant.
Xie Jinhui clenched his arms and trembled for a moment, gritting his teeth as he said, "How can I bear it? How can I possibly bear it?"
This is a wine that supposedly binds you for ten lifetimes!
He hid in a corner, silently chanting a spell to himself.
"I can't leak, I can't leak."
Ah, Yuan Yu, I think...
no! "
He turned to look at the wall, curled up into a small ball, and his shoulders trembled.
I was wondering, do mushrooms get cold too?
Before my eyes, my water sleeves fluttered. I thought this cloud was nice; if I covered Xie Jinhui with it, he wouldn't be cold while he was making mushrooms.
At that moment, out of pity for him, I broke the rules of the mushroom.
Completely bewildered, I happily grabbed my sleeve, thinking I had caught a cloud, and excitedly started taking mushroom-like steps.
He trekked back to Xie Jinhui.
I covered his head with my sleeve, and to my surprise, the mushroom suddenly grew taller.
He turned and stood up, his narrowed eyes filled with the restraint he needed before spraying the spores.
Xie Jinhui stretched out his arms, picked me up horizontally, and carried me to a new land.
I felt myself fall, fall into a soft, skin-friendly piece of silk.
The space beneath me felt familiar; it was as if I remembered always sleeping here, with a cushion placed under the mushroom-shaped head.
I vaguely remember that the place where I am lying now is called a bed.
Ah, mushrooms can grow on beds too!
I looked up at the blue sky, but above me there was only a low-hanging white cloud.
The clouds drifted and drifted, sinking lower and lower, and a few drops of rain began to fall.
The raindrops falling from the white cloud, from the mushroom cap to the mushroom's base, gathered me into a river.
My body rippled with the coolness and heat of the clouds.
The clouds not only held raindrops, but also seemed to emanate from my heart like lightning, constantly descending.
Wave after wave, it shook my slightly numb body and mind.
I feel like I'm still a mushroom in a 100,000-year-old illusion; I don't move, but something is making me sway.
Swaying, swaying.
Unlike in the illusion, what made me tremble was not the raging wind and earthquake outside.
It was an inner, menacing desire that kept stirring up waves, making me want to be reborn with the clouds and go into exile together.
I vaguely saw what seemed to be a dragon in the illusion.
The dragon returned to my mushroom-like body, only now it had shrunk and was coiled up.
It trembled as it caressed the doorway that each woman guarded for her husband.
I remember this little worm that hadn't yet transformed into a dragon; it used to live between me and Xie Jinhui.
Now that it has appeared, where is Xie Jinhui? Why isn't he by my side?
I called his name softly, and I heard him respond from above me.
I was terrified. Could it be that the persecution sweeping in from both inside and outside had killed him and turned him into spores?
And I have already fallen, and am about to die.
I was scared and kept calling his name.
"Thank you, Jinhui! Thank you, Jinhui!"
I want to stand up, as a mushroom that, if not towering and upright, at least has Xie Jinhui to lean on.
I straightened up with all my might and bumped into the clouds.
Above, Xie Jinhui's face instantly disappeared into the clouds. I saw him hovering above me, his face filled with a mixture of intoxication and restraint.
I suddenly realized that we are not mushrooms, but what are we doing?
I can't figure it out!
His lips landed on my forehead, my brow, my lips...
I could hear a buzzing noise, like a mosquito, coming from inside his body.
It cried out: "Su Ling, Eighth Sister, you two hold on!"
Ugh, so annoying. I reached out and swatted at the mosquitoes, which felt like I was slapping Xie Jinhui on the left cheek. He was probably annoyed by them too, and he slapped himself in the face as well.
I was about to brush his hair aside when I realized he had turned into a rainy cloud again.
Raindrops fell one by one, covering my entire body.
I, this mushroom, really want to lift my foot and wrap myself around this cloud.
But I don't know if I can pull my feet out of the ground.
That night, it seemed to rain heavily, and there was a flood. Xie Jinhui, this mushroom, was also soaked by the rain on my tongue.
We leaned on each other in the wind and rain, and it was the first time I had ever felt such a silky smooth touch.
It wasn't until I woke up that I realized the bed was a complete mess.
In the early morning, when the sunlight was still dim, I draped myself in a thin mist robe shrouded in Xie Jinhui's immortal power and nestled in his arms.
This was an attempt where everything happened on the edge.
I wrapped my arms around his waist and looked up at him. "My husband," I said with a smile.
He lowered his head, a bitter smile of regret and relief on his face: "Not yet."
We breathed a sigh of relief, a sigh of regret, but also a sigh of relief as if we had survived a disaster.
He is remarkable.
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