Dreams are a person's deepest secrets, and they often reflect a person's truest thoughts deep in his heart.
Dongfang Ninghe met Su Jiaojiao again.
In the dream, she was so vivid and beautiful, more beautiful than any other woman in the world.
When he looked into her eyes, he could feel his heart beating rhythmically and regularly, very fresh and full of life.
"Admit it, you like her."
"You think about her every moment, and you want to be close to her madly." Another self appeared again, standing not far away and looking at himself.
Su Jiaojiao turned around in front of him, and the ends of her hair slid through the tips of his outstretched fingers.
Dongfang Ninghe missed the target.
She walked around Dongfang Ninghe and came back to him.
"Brother Ninghe, do you miss me?"
"Do you want to get me?"
The scene of Su Jiaojiao coming to save him during the day reappeared in the dream, the difference was that this time Su Jiaojiao looked at him affectionately.
Su Jiaojiao climbed onto his shoulders.
In just a blink of an eye, her clothes were removed, revealing her pink and smooth skin.
Dongfang Ninghe's heart began to beat wildly.
He had just touched Su Jiaojiao's lips when he was interrupted by the Buddhist chanting in his ears.
The Buddhist sound came from far away and became clearer in just a moment.
When he looked into his arms, Su Jiaojiao was gone, and even his other self was gone.
He was the only one left here.
Each word of the Buddhist chanting turned into a golden character, breaking through the dark sky above his head. In an instant, the thick black around him retreated in a hurry as if it was burned.
The characters were arranged in order, wrapping around his body from the top of his head, and then gradually surrounding him.
His heart slowly calmed down at this moment. He sat cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and chanted along with the Buddhist music.
Dongfang Ninghe slept very soundly that night.
Su Jiaojiao had no idea that there was someone in this world who was so madly in love with her. She was now sitting opposite Ye Jiuli, eating a bowl of vegetarian rice.
She was pregnant and got hungry easily, so she was eating happily.
Abbot Mingkong was sitting on the side discussing something with Ye Jiuli.
This time the poisonous snake came with great force. Although he killed Mo Xun, he didn't believe that this guy didn't have a backup plan.
Mingkong was twisting his Buddhist beads and reciting scriptures.
He knew something about the monsters in this mountain, but he didn't know what kind of vicious monster Mo Xun was.
He actually dared to ignore the Buddha's light and barged into the mountain gate so brazenly. He was really forced into a corner.
"This monster is ferocious, so don't go down the mountain easily in the near future." Ye Jiuli warned.
The monk Mingkong in front of him was much more mellow than Abbot Wuxiang, but his expression was not much more easygoing.
He could even be described as cold.
Ye Jiuli didn't care about his attitude.
It is like this when every new abbot is born, but after a long time, when he becomes familiar with Ye Jiuli, he becomes much more easy-going.
The same is true for Abbot Wuxiang.
It was late at night, Mingkong left, and only Su Jiaojiao and Ye Jiuli were left in the room.
Ye Jiuli looked at the empty bowl, then looked at Su Jiaojiao and held her hand.
"Your Majesty?" Su Jiaojiao looked up at him in confusion, a blush on her cheeks.
What was this sudden intimacy?
Isn't it not a good idea to do that kind of thing in this peaceful Buddhist place?
Just one action was enough to make Su Jiaojiao start to think wildly.
When Ye Jiuli saw her red cheeks, he felt as if a feather was gently scratching his heart, making him feel itchy and numb.
The things that Su Jiaojiao expected did not happen after all.
Ye Jiuli knew his limits and knew that this place was not suitable for a romantic affair. In addition, he did not believe that Mo Xun was dead, so he patrolled the surrounding area.
But I still couldn't find any trace of Mo Xun.
Ye Jiuli had observed every cave and every little snake on the mountain, but none of them was Mo Xun.
"Did he really die like this?" Ye Jiuli hung in the air overlooking the forest.
The mountains and forests were shrouded in clouds and mist, with occasional bird calls. Everything seemed normal.
The sky cleared up, and Dongfang Ninghe took Jiang Ruyi down the mountain. This time nothing happened, and everyone returned to the palace safely.
Dongfang Ninghe looked at the Baoxiang Temple in the distance and breathed a sigh of relief.
Jiang Ruyi went to Baoxiang Temple and came back much calmer. Even when the concubines came to provoke her, she could deal with it calmly.
Several concubines found it incredible.
In order not to disturb Jiang Ruyi's rest, Dongfang Ninghe rested in the bedroom.
Before going to sleep, he went to see Jiang Ruyi, put her hands that were outside into the quilt, and tucked the corners of the quilt for her.
He looked at her sleeping face, kissed her forehead, and then left quietly.
The palace maids and eunuchs who were on night watch were extremely envious of Jiang Ruyi for being so favored by Dongfang Ninghe.
Such loving couples are rare in the world.
Dongfang Ninghe stood at the desk and looked up at the painting.
He hoped that Su Jiaojiao would really treat him like in his dream, but he also didn't want that.
He was caught in a strange dilemma.
But Su Jiaojiao was destined not to fall in love with him.
That is the Demon King’s concubine.
He has a crush on her, but she loves someone else.
This is an unfair cycle.
Dongfang Ninghe knew that this was not the right thing to do, but he still dreamed of Su Jiaojiao.
He sank into this dream, and the desire deep in his heart was gradually magnified, even to a point where he could not control it.
After a long time, even Jiang Ruyi noticed that something was wrong.
Recently, she always saw a look of confusion or fascination on Dongfang Ninghe's face, but when she asked, he evaded the question.
After she suspected that she could not serve the emperor in bed, Dongfang Ninghe didn't want to stay with her, but he didn't want to make her worry, so he kept it a secret from her.
In fact, she understands all these principles.
"I have not been able to serve the emperor recently, and the other sisters in the palace are looking forward to his visit." Jiang Ruyi said this with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were sad.
Which woman would be willing to push her husband into another woman's room?
She's not that generous yet.
"That's good." Dongfang Ninghe pulled her hand and gently stroked the back of her hand with his fingertips.
But Jiang Ruyi knew that he was distracted again.
She suddenly realized that she didn't know him well enough.
Su Jiaojiao fell in love with the vegetarian food at Baoxiang Temple, and occasionally went to the mountains with Ye Jiuli to roast pheasants.
After all, killing is not allowed in Baoxiang Temple.
Ye Jiuli seemed to have gotten used to this kind of life. He traveled back and forth between the demon world and the human world, and only instructed the high priest to keep an eye on the snakes in the water prison and choose a suitable person to lead them.
After all, when the news of Mo Xun's death spread back, all the snake people looked sad, but the next day, everything was the same as it was.
The entire snake clan looks like a puddle of mud that can't be helped, but such a race is also easier to control.
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