Three Lives, Three Worlds: Pillow Book Fanfiction Extras

What is cheek? Can it be eaten? ??

They finally had a good ending

In the Changqing courtyard of the Nanqi Shrine in Fanyin Valley, there is a lush twin four-season flower tree. Legend has it that it was planted by the God of the Nine Heavens. Regarding that tree, the priests in the temple also have some strange legends. They say that every time there is a thunder, they can see an illusion of a young man in black and a girl in red hand in hand towards the general. But the only one who might know the inside story, Lord Xize, refused to comment at all. He only said that he was entrusted by the god and must take good care of him. One day, a young man in white clothes visited Xize. The young man was holding a long flute and his eyebrows were picturesque, showing a natural and romantic attitude. That night, Xize arranged for him to stay in the Changqing Courtyard, which greatly surprised the priests nearby. On weekdays, the courtyard only had such a sacred tree, but no one had ever been arranged to stay there. It seemed that this distinguished guest might have something to do with this tree. The young man in white set a table under the tree, brewed a pot of fragrant tea, and poured himself a cup of tea while playing the flute. The sound of the flute sounded so sad and desolate that even Xize, who had always been the most ruthless and desireless man, couldn't help but sigh. The people on the other side felt sad after hearing this, but they didn't know why. It turned out that the young man in white was Su Moye, Alan Ruo's master at that time. The day he came was the fifth day of May, and the day he first met Alan Ruo was also the fifth day of May. Back then, he accompanied Emperor Donghua to place the tree in this compartment, and then went to the human world to experience it. In the blink of an eye, 500 years have passed, and he has never let go. After much hesitation, we entered Fanyin Valley again. This tree is much stronger than when it was planted, and there are faint auspicious clouds and mist between the flowers and leaves. It seems that as the emperor said, as time goes by, some spiritual energy may be produced. When it was time for ugliness, Su Moye, who was sitting cross-legged under a tree to meditate, gradually fell into a dreamland. First, he walked into a forest of four-season flowers. As he walked there, he was surprised. This forest looked different from others. After a while, he came back to his senses. The woods are not solid, but ethereal light and shadow. Once you reach out and touch them, they disappear without a trace. Seen from a distance, the shadows are deeper than the real ones. There seems to be another cave in the misty green. As he walked further inside, he seemed to hear the girl's laughter. The silver bell-like laughter was full of teasing, which was very similar to Alan Ruo back then. He quickened his pace, wanting to see what was going on. Finally, in a dense Qingpu leaf, he came to the Sixing River. The girl's laughter disappeared. Su Moye stopped, and he remembered the tragic scene he had seen in the Miaohua Mirror. As the saying goes, when there is no end of the world, there is only endless love. "Master, how have you been lately?" The voice of the girl behind him was as delicate as spring bamboo shoots. Su Moye turned around and saw the pretty girl in red behind him. He tried to grab her hands, but he couldn't catch anything. It turned out that the girl was just a shadow without a real shape. "How are you?" Su Moye asked in a low voice. The girl nodded and did not answer immediately. After a while, Fang said: "I don't know that my soul has died, and there are only dreams accompanying me." Su Moye's heart felt hot, but he immediately realized that she was not accompanying him, "How are you and him?" Su Moye's voice became darker. "We are happy, but there are some inconveniences." "Inconveniences?" Su Moye was a little confused, "He and I have the same blood, but the condensed place has a real shape. It is really not suitable for this situation. I hope the master can take it out of this situation." As soon as the words fell, a soft ball appeared in the girl's hand. Su Moye looked carefully, and it seemed that it was not a flower. It had no real shape, but its softness and tenderness made people feel a bit of love and pity. "Master, let's say goodbye. See you later!" The chic taste in the girl's smile reminded her so much that Su Moye couldn't help but reach out, imagining stroking the green hair around her ears like in the past. Just as he reached out, the girl's shadow faded. Su Moye came back from his trance, and suddenly found that he had dreamed again, but there was an extra baby in his arms. This baby was not a shadow, nor was it a metaphor. The winged bird clan should be spiritual beings raised in the shadows. Su Moye is such a smart god. He immediately realized that the dream just now was not a dream, and the baby did not appear out of thin air. He carefully picked up the child and saw the word "Ye Lan" in the child's hand. He gently held the child tighter and said against her ear, "You are also my flesh and blood. I will call you Ye Lan from now on."

This explosive article is so conscientious! Make a call

The power of sweet and sour fish,😂😂

The emperor is very handsome! What a literary talent!

Three lives and three lives, shallow fate and poor fortune

Emperor's sweet and sour fish is really a killer

Haha, plagiarizing bitch's fan work

I cried so hard when I saw Fengjiu's notes. . But the author writes well, keep up the good work~