Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

Yuque Taibu Jingtian died in the third Fengraomin War.

He manipulated the Kanyun Mirror to send a distress message to the Emperor Bow, causing the Emperor Bow's arrow to fall on Fanghu, ending the war completely.

Yuque Yunqi Xiaowei Anming killed tens of thousands of enemies, but he was marked with Fengrao and will not be rewarded for the time being.

Luofu fortune teller Fu Xuan, who made meritorious divinations and found the only turning point through the hexagram, was promoted to Luofu Taibu Si Taibu.

[At the age of 18, you stayed in Luofu this year. The broken Wuye was like the cracked sword heart, which could never be repaired. Fu Xuan became the Taibu of fate, but not Yuque, but Luofu]

The first snow in early winter floated in the air like goose feathers and fell on the palm of the hand. Fu Xuan's face, which had been expressionless for a long time, finally showed some fluctuations.

"An Ming."

"It's snowing."

The peach tree was covered with silver snow, like a long string of candied haws, swaying in the wind and dropping crystal snowflakes.

An Ming just leaned against the window and handed out the warm sweet tea from the window, "Xuan'er, don't catch a cold."

"I'm not a child..." Fu Xuan took the warm teacup with both hands, and raised his eyebrows slightly after realizing it, "I've told you so many times, don't call me that!"

"Senior sister likes to hear that kind of address, so I'll call you that."

An Ming just smiled and looked at Fu Xuan, without making too many objections. It was this reaction that made Fu Xuan feel extremely distressed. This kind of An Ming was not the high-spirited Yunqi Xiaowei she was familiar with.

Fu Xuan walked to the window on the soft snow. A hint of shyness flashed across her beautiful eyes. She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say, "Then, if you beat me in a snowball fight, you can... kiss me."

The last few words sounded as small as a mosquito, but how could they escape An Ming's ears?

"Well... is this the reward for winning, Senior Sister?"

An Ming smiled and reached out to remove the snowflakes from Fu Xuan's hair. It was fluffy like a cute little hat.

Fu Xuan's cheeks turned red in an instant. She shyly put the sweet tea on the ground and then squatted on the ground without saying a word.

"Senior Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

An Ming apologized immediately. The moment he stuck his head out of the window, he was hit by a burst of coldness. Some snowflakes fell on his neck, making him shiver.

"Puff... Stupid An Ming!"

Fu Xuan was not angry at all. His eyes were full of mischievous smiles, and he held a snowball in both hands.

An Ming was not annoyed. He nimbly jumped from the window to the snow while holding a ball of snow in his right hand. He shot a snowball in the middle of the head.

Fu Xuan lost his balance and staggered to the snow. His forehead was red and cute.

"Stupid Xuan'er, how can you beat me in a snowball fight?"

"Ugh--you!"

Fu Xuan rubbed her head pitifully and felt a swelling. She forgot that An Ming was merciless.

Dead wood! Straight man! Bad junior brother!

Fu Xuan wanted to cry after being beaten, but for the sake of her senior sister, she gritted her teeth and picked up two snowballs. A prism-like pink glow appeared in her eyes.

The stars were surrounding her, and the hexagram appeared in front of her.

"You are playing tricks, Senior Sister!"

The next moment, An Ming was hit by Fu Xuan's machine gun-like snowball attack and fled in panic. But no matter where he wanted to hide, the snowballs always chased him on the back of his head as if they had eyes.

This lasted for a full five minutes before Fu Xuan calmed down. He walked to the window, took a sip of sweet tea, and raised his eyebrows proudly at An Ming.

Suddenly, she saw a familiar smile on An Ming's face under the peach tree, and she felt a little relieved. This was the An Ming she was familiar with.

In the past year, An Ming has become much more taciturn, and almost only talks to her.

Since returning from Fanghu that day, the first thing An Ming said after waking up was to grab Fu Xuan's sleeve and say to her in a trembling voice:

"Senior Sister, I only have you."

Until now, Fu Xuan can't forget it. How much pain is contained in it.

Many years ago, An Ming cried in her arms and said that he had no relatives, but now, An Ming only has her.

Fu Xuan walked under the tree with tea and handed the sweet tea to An Ming with a smile.

The moment An Ming took it with both hands, Fu Xuan pushed him against the tree trunk. An Ming, who was holding the teacup in his hand, had no time to resist and was blocked by soft lips.

There was the fragrance of peach blossoms and a sweet taste.

It was as sweet as candied haws.

An Ming quickly transferred the teacup to his left hand and held Fu Xuan's slender waist with his right hand, attacking and defending at the same time.

The snowflakes on the tree fell like goose feathers, covering their heads, but they didn't care.

Fu Xuan's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, and her shy eyes slightly avoided An Ming's eyes, but the warmth between her lips always stimulated her.Beating heart.

Even the cold snowflakes could not cool down the heartbeats of the two at this moment.

"Xuan'er, have you heard a poem by Xianzhou?"

"I told you not to call me that..."

"If we are together in the snow one day, we will grow old together in this life."

"..."

Fu Xuan's eyes looked directly at An Ming, with countless complex emotions flashing in them. At this moment, love surpassed reason, so let the so-called fate go to hell!

Her white hands held An Ming's face in the snow.

"An Ming."

"Senior sister, I'm here."

"I don't care what the future will be like!"

Fu Xuan closed his eyes shyly, and gently tiptoed to offer a passionate kiss.

The snow stopped at some point, and in the white world, only the two of them hugged and kissed each other.

No matter what tragic fate or pain the future will bring, it is definitely not a reason to give up love.

If you knew from the beginning that there would be no result, would you still fall in love?

Fu Xuan gave her a choice.

Fate has only one path. She could not change the fate of her master from that destined fate, nor could she see the future of her and An Ming.

But she wanted to love.

Even if she missed it, she had it.

People always make choices in their lives, some choose conservatively, and some are more radical.

Fu Xuan just didn't want to regret it.

Then choose the option that will not make you regret it, even if she will suffer more pain in the future, she is willing!

Fate, if you are always so cruel, then at least at this moment -

let her be happy.

Fu Xuan can hear the sound of her heartbeat, and the feelings in her heart are definitely not false.

"Xuan'er..."

"Yeah."

"So beautiful."

Seeing the gentle Fu Xuan in his arms, An Ming couldn't help but want to touch her hair.

Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed. Although his junior brother was a straight man, the love words coming out of his mouth were more embarrassing than anything else.

"Stupid An Ming."

"I... don't care about you anymore."

"Sister Xuan'er hasn't officially become the Grand Diviner yet, right?"

"Stupid An Ming!"