Jing Feirong felt so aggrieved that she sat down beside the tree, wiping away his useless tears and sobbing, “Dijun is so mean. He didn’t even tell me in advance that he was going to leave for meditation. He left without a word, and I couldn’t find him anywhere. No one knows where he is either.”
“Today is the fifty-seventh day since Dijun disappeared. I miss him.” Jing Feirong raised his head with red eyes. “A hundred years used to pass in the blink of an eye, but now even a single day is hard to endure.”
“He handed the Withered Swamp Realm to me. After I took over the barrier, I never noticed anything unusual. Later, I forced the priests of the Withered Swamp Realm to tell me the truth. Then I learned that Dijun would clear the surrounding demons for me every day. He even… added a hidden realm outside the barrier to secretly protect the barrier and prevent it from being impacted. Then I wouldn’t have to work so hard.”
“What if Dijun wants to meditate for hundreds or thousands of years? What should I do…” Jing Feirong became more and more frustrated as he spoke. He raised his head and burst into tears, tears continuously falling down. “I can’t wait for him for that long. If that’s the case, I will freeze myself in the sea, not thinking about anything or doing anything, and wait for him to come back and defrost…”
Chu Yanchuan pressed his brows with a headache, then the sacred tree lowered its branches and gently patted Jing Feirong’s shoulder.
Jing Feirong sniffed and looked at the sacred tree. He suddenly said, “It can’t be.”
“Dijun loves me that much, he won’t let me wait too long.”
The sacred tree trembled suddenly: What?
Chu Yanchuan began to reflect on what he had done wrong that made the Fifth Prince so sure that he loved him deeply.
Talking about love, Jing Feirong stopped crying. He wiped his tears with his sleeve and began to tell the sacred tree about the beauty of married life: “You know, Dijun is really good-looking. I have seen countless gods, countless people, ghosts, demons, and so on in the six realms, and no one has ever been half as good-looking as him.”
“Dijun is also very gentle. He was worried that I would get hurt, so he gave me a very precious totem. He also accompanied me to the human world to celebrate the Lantern Festival and light lanterns. On the way to heaven, he brought me a bag of white peach preserves because he knew I liked them.”
“Dijun doesn’t mind that I haven’t passed the oral stage yet, and he even lets me suck his n*pples…” Jing Feirong’s face began to turn strangely red, and the topic gradually went off track: “He allows me to do anything with him, and he agrees to any posture I want and any way I want to act coquettishly with him. He also lets me c*m inside him every time…”
Chu Yanchuan began to regret why he came here to meditate.
Jing Feirong was so shy that he rested his chin on his knees and pulled his sleeves a little embarrassedly. His beautiful peach blossom eyes sparkled brightly: “Dijun’s mouth is so soft, his waist is soft, his butt is soft, and his legs are long. A bite or pinch on his body will leave a mark. I always apologize to him and say that I shouldn’t be so cruel, but in fact, I am very happy. I wish that Dijun would be covered with my teeth marks…”
He spoke the obscene words sincerely and innocently, with the frankness and sincerity of a young man, as if he wanted to seduce peach blossoms to bloom on the sacred tree.
“Aiya, I admit my mistake.” Jing Feirong spoke for a long time and suddenly covered his face as if he were ashamed. Then he raised his head again, smiled triumphantly, and said, “Oh! I was pretending!”
Chu Yanchuan hardened, his fists hardened.
“But there is one thing that I am very confused about.” Jing Feirong held his chin with both hands, a little puzzled. “Why is Dijun always silent and unwilling to call out when he is in bed?”
“It sounds nice when he calls out, especially when he can’t help crying, but he always bites his lips and doesn’t let anything out. When he calls out occasionally, it’s just…” He turned his head to look at the sacred tree and said arrogantly, “Forget it, how can a tree like you understand?”
Then he reflected: “Maybe I didn’t use enough force, or Dijun didn’t feel satisfied enough, next time…”
Chu Yanchuan couldn’t bear to listen any longer, so he put a branch across Jing Feirong’s mouth to block the bed affair that kept pouring out of him.
“Ah, is the Sacred Tree shy?” Jing Feirong took the branch out of his mouth, his eyes, nose, ears, and face were all red, and he asked curiously, “Does the sacred tree understand?”
“I only told you, Sacred Tree, you have to keep it a secret.” Jing Feirong touched the branch, “If Dijun knew, he would be unhappy.”
Chu Yanchuan: Thank you. I’m already unhappy.
“I would rather Dijun lose his temper at me…” Jing Feirong’s mood changes faster than the weather in June. He was shy just now, but now tears began to well up in his eyes. In the blink of an eye, the tears rolled down like money. He cried and said, “At least I can see Dijun, but now I don’t even know where he is…”
Later, he mumbled something while crying, but Chu Yanchuan didn’t hear it clearly. His temple was hurting a lot.
He’s afraid that this meditation will have to end early. After all, a certain baby dragon has been crying so hard that he is unconscious, and it looks like he is going to howl Suliang Mountain to the ground.
After seven days, the Heavenly Court held a court meeting, and the deities went to the Lingxiao Palace. Jing Feirong received a report last night that a war had suddenly broken out in the Demon Realm, so he led his troops to the Southern Region overnight and fought for half the night until this morning. When he returned to the Heavenly Realm, he was in time for the morning court meeting, and Jing Feirong did not take off his battle uniform and went directly to the Lingxiao Palace.
Jing Feiyun walked side by side with him, and seeing that he looked depressed, he asked, “Is the war in the Demon Realm not over yet?”
“It’s over. I can’t come back if it’s not over.” Jing Feirong lowered his head and sighed, “It’s something else.”
There is still no news from his Dijun, and he is extremely anxious.
The morning sunlight shone on Jing Feirong’s handsome face, but it didn’t bring out any life but made him look more gloomy and sad, like a withered flower. Jing Feiyun was about to ask his fifth brother what kind of setbacks he had suffered in life and why he was so depressed during this period, but he suddenly heard the gods around him talking.
“Hey, hey?”
“That is…”
“I saw it right ba? This is the first time I’ve seen Dijun attend the morning court in ten thousand years…”
The moment the word “Dijun” was heard, the withered flower suddenly came back to life. Jing Feirong raised his head abruptly, his eyes passing through the flowing deities, and he saw the god standing under the bright morning light, his white clothes as white as snow and his black hair like a waterfall.
Chu Yanchuan was standing a few feet away, with his wide sleeves gathered, looking at him calmly.
“Dijun…”
Before he finished his murmur, Jing Feirong had already run over. The wind he raised blew the sleeves of the gods like white doves fluttering in the air.
He rushed to Dijun, and in full view of everyone, he reached out and picked him up, then spun around on the spot. Chu Yanchuan’s clothes flew up, drawing a snow-white arc in the air.
“Dijun!” Jing Feirong closed his eyes and sniffed the cool fragrance on Chu Yanchuan’s body. A few strands of Dijun’s hair fell on the side of his face, soft and slightly cool. His heart was pounding, and he felt full of excitement. He was so happy that he almost wagged his dragon tail.
At this moment, Jing Feiyun finally understood what his fifth brother was worried about.
The author has something to say: Jing Feirong: Dijun really loves me! He really didn’t want me to wait too long!
