Chapter 165: Fenglin's Confession "Why on earth do you...
"Why on earth do you have to compete with yourself?" Fu Li was full of doubts and felt a bit absurd and helpless.
She has been in this world for many years and is already familiar with all the rules.
Not to mention someone like Lingzhuzi who reincarnated through regular procedures, even if his previous life suffered heavy casualties, leaving only a bit of his true spirit to reincarnate and cultivate again, after learning about his past life, he would naturally accept all the causes and effects.
In this world, cause and effect are more important than any memory or even the soul.
She didn't believe that Taiyi Zhenren, who taught Nezha to cultivate immortality, had never taught him these things.
Upon hearing this, Nezha lowered his head and remained silent for a long time. Suddenly, a bright drop of water fell and hit Fuli's fingers, which he held in his hand. It was hot at first, but soon turned cold, making Fuli irritable and guilty.
"I don't mean to blame you. I'm just asking you out of pure curiosity." She looked so embarrassed as she explained anxiously that Nezha almost immediately noticed the subtle difference.
——At this moment, he kept his head down, and Fu Li could not see his face at all, the face that once belonged to Ling Zhuzi, but he was still so anxious and concerned.
Does that mean...
Nezha's eyes lit up. Taking advantage of Fu Li's inability to see, a smug look crossed his face. "Ha, Lingzhuzi, Lingzhuzi, who says the living can't compete with the dead? The dead are still dead after all. Only the living can create infinite possibilities!"
After feeling proud, he quickly calmed down and covered his face completely, leaving only the helplessness and dependence of a young man.
"Sister, I... I'm not fighting with myself. I just... I just don't have any memories of my past life. I only heard everything about my past life from others."
He clearly saw that Fu Li's eyes had softened. She had already fully believed him before he'd even finished half of his words, without the obvious adult indulgence she had shown when he was a child.
That kind of indulgence, to a certain extent, is also a kind of indifference. It's just that when he was a child, he was complacent and thought he had a good plan.
Nezha's eyes were red, and as he spoke, a round teardrop slid down from the corner of his eye and hung on his cheek, about to fall but not yet. He became as crystal clear and fragile as this teardrop.
Fu Li reached out her hand almost subconsciously, and her white fingers, covered with calluses, gently wiped away the tears. The next moment, she felt the back of her hand warm, and it was Nezha's scorching hand that covered her soft hand and covered his cheek.
Men's body temperature is naturally higher than girls', and Nezha inherited the fire spirit body of the spirit race, so his body temperature is even higher, almost scorching.
But that was the temperature that Fu Li was most familiar with and loved the most, making her forget to stop for a moment.
Perhaps, she didn't want to take her hand back either.
"Sister." Nezha rubbed his fair cheeks gently against her palms, like a cat trying to please its owner, his eyes shimmering with soft, delicate ripples. "I just heard that in my previous life, I had a very bad temper. I always looked at you with displeasure and needed your coaxing all the time. How much grievances must have been suffered by you back then?"
Whenever I think of these things, and the misfortunes my sister suffered because of my bad temper in my past life, I blame myself and despise myself in my past life: How could you do this to such a good sister? When I think of these things, I feel sorry for my sister and always want to make her happy.
——Did you hear that? Did you hear that? The one who always makes you angry and needs you to coax him when he’s in a bad mood is the Lingzhuzi from your previous life! Nezha is different. He only feels sorry for his sister and only wants to make her happy!
Fu Li's heart completely softened into a puddle of water.
Her other hand also covered his cheek, touching his angular face, and she gently kissed his forehead. Her voice was filled with pure emotion: "I know, Nezha, I understand your feelings."
Nezha blushed immediately, but asked shyly, "Sister, can I kiss you too?"
Without even waiting for Fu Li to reply, he took advantage of his unusual height to take the initiative, and his hot lips fell devoutly on her snow-white forehead.
This time it was clearly his initiative, but he seemed even more shy than before. The blush on his face instantly spread to the roots of his ears, and his earlobes were as red as pigeon blood stones.
Fu Li's surprise quickly dissipated, and she chuckled, "Didn't you want to kiss me? Why are you shy?"
"I'm not shy!" Nezha retorted in embarrassment, but because he retorted too quickly, he exposed his guilty conscience.
He soon realized it, and he lowered his body as if to escape, shrinking his big body into Fu Li's arms, showing the real scene of "a big bird relying on its mother".
Fu Li surrendered immediately: "Okay, you're not shy, I'm just overthinking it. Hurry up and get up, you're so big, I can't hold you."
Nezha blurted out: "Then I will hold my sister."
He was tall and straight, with long arms and legs, and with a stretch of his arms he held her in his arms.
This was the first time Nezha held her in his arms, and it was at this moment that he suddenly realized that the sister whom he admired so much was actually so petite.
But despite her petite body, she possessed powerful strength that no one else in the world had. She went into Sichuan alone, integrated the tribes, controlled floods, and established a country that was beyond the reach of the Central Plains dynasties.
He was born into a family of officials. He was influenced by his family since childhood and was taught carefully by Fu Li. He knew the historical context of the Shang Dynasty very well.
Even during the reign of Emperor Wu Ding, many people from the Central Plains fled to Shu. These people were not all slaves, but also many commoners and nobles who lived to the end of the dynasty.
Whether they were slaves, commoners or nobles, nine out of ten people who arrived in Shuzhong would choose to stay, and few would regret it and turn back.
During the reign of Wu Ding, Fu Li had already resigned as King of Shu for many years. The King of Shu in power at that time was merely continuing the legacy of the sage king.
When Nezha listened to his mother's stories, he often regretted that he was born too late and had no chance to witness the splendor of Shu during the reign of the Holy King.
At this moment, he held the Holy King who had created supreme achievements in his arms, but he did not get carried away by it. Instead, he respected and loved her even more.
"Sister, I like you so much. What about you? Do you like me a little bit too?" His tone was nervous, as if he was worried about losing something.
Fu Li felt that his voice was like a soft feather, gently touching her heart, making her uneasy and intoxicated.
"I like it, of course I like it." She was dizzy and everything followed her instinct.
This was the towering tree she had nurtured with her own hands. She had nurtured it since it was young to absorb the rain and dew, and supported it as it grew up to experience the wind and frost, and only then did it grow into the tree that she desired today.
Nezha asked softly, "Will sister like me more and more every day?"
——Do you like Nezha more than Lingzhuzi?
The past life and the present life should be one. Nezha has received the most elite education in the prehistoric world since he was a child. How could he not know this truth?
But none of those who had rebuilt the relationship mentioned "love".
Once involved in love, even the most proud person will inevitably lack confidence, and even the most perfect person will inevitably worry about gains and losses.
What's more, whether it was from Taiyi Zhenren's mouth or from Fu Li's narration, his previous life Lingzhuzi was almost a perfect person.
Handsome, upright, and powerful. Even though she disliked the intrigues of the imperial court, she was willing to hide her edge and live in the Shu Kingdom harem for a hundred years, just to support the great cause of her beloved.
He possesses almost all the good qualities a man should have. Just by hearing about it, Nezha knew that Fu Li couldn't help but like Lingzhuzi.
Everyone said that he was Lingzhuzi, but he didn't remember Lingzhuzi at all, nor did he remember how Lingzhuzi and Fuli met, got to know each other, and stayed together; he didn't know what kind of ups and downs Lingzhuzi and Fuli had experienced to make their love stronger than gold, and make Fuli take good care of Lingzhuzi's reincarnation.
Lingzhuzi is an unremembered past life for Nezha. He is a vain phantom that overshadows all men in the world and also overshadows Nezha.
Many times, when we belittle someone, it is not because we really think that person has done something wrong, but because we know that person is really too good.
When it comes to his feelings for Fu Li, Nezha doesn't want to bear the illusory legacy of his previous life.
He wanted Fu Li to face Nezha squarely and like the Nezha who was real to him.
That Lingzhuzi is his competitor, the one he must defeat!
So, it’s normal to pull someone down from time to time, right?
His tea art became more and more advanced, and Fu Li was in a state of confusion and infatuation, so how could she perceive the deeper meaning?
——Will you like him more and more every day?
"Of course I will. You're so nice, how could I not like you?"
"Sister, who am I?" Nezha's hot lips rubbed her snow-white and tender cheeks affectionately, like a butterfly lingering on a flower.
"You are... Nezha, you are Nezha."
The hot lips finally landed on the soft lips, rubbing and twisting, as if crying and complaining.
At this moment, between heaven and earth, there are gurgling streams, chirping birds, rustling breezes, and rustling red leaves.
There are also two figures, tucked away in the sound of the stream, hidden among the birdsong, scattered in the breeze, and concealed in the red maple forest. They cling tightly to each other, entangled wantonly.
The setting sun dragged the red clouds across the sky, reluctant to leave, but ultimately it could not resist the night-wandering god's chase, and unwillingly disappeared into the dark night.
The night sky is dark blue like a canvas, and it is the home of stars and the bright moon.
The morning star in the east flickered quietly, as if sending out some kind of secret signal, summoning one small lantern after another, which were scattered all over the canvas, and the light and dark were like the blinking of a naughty child.
Soon, the moon came out.
The moonlight tonight is exceptionally bright, overshadowing all the stars in the sky, shining through the rustling maple leaves and pouring down densely on the people in the forest.
The two of them snuggled up tightly, Nezha's coat wrapped around Fuli's delicate body. The remaining fire spirit power on the coat was like being baked by a warm stove, making her face flush and her eyes look intoxicated.
She leaned gently in Nezha's broad arms, listening to his heartbeat from steady to rapid and then gradually calming down. She couldn't help but tilt her head back slightly and kiss his angular jaw, one kiss after another.
Nezha gently moved his cheek, and the petals, as fresh and lovely as flower petals, randomly landed on his cheek and the corners of his lips. This game was addictive to him, and he just wanted it to never end.
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