The Immortal Lord turned around and saw Song Qiutong's beautiful clothes and charming clothes. She was walking with her maids.

He reached out his hand to lift the curtain and stopped, calmly tidyingly tidy up the bamboo curtain, and then asked, "What's wrong?"

"I am idle and have nothing to do, so I can walk around and eat at will." Song Qiutong bowed and looked at the carriage with a gentle look, "A Ran is going to go out?"

"Go to Wuchang Town to visit a night market."

She smiled brightly, with a compassionate expression but intimateness: "It's still a carriage so close. Isn't it alone?"

At that time, his patience with her was not bad, so he laughed: "It's not alone."

Song Qiutong's eyes were circulating, and her eyes fell on the yellow rosewood. The woman was meticulous and had an answer in just one turn. Her expression was slightly stiff at first, and then she said happily: "Ah, is it sister Concubine Chu?"

“…”

It’s simply imagined Chu Wanning’s expression in the carriage after hearing this title, and the Immortal Lord held back his smile: “Well. It’s him.”

The woman's face became more and more charming, and it was almost eclipsing the clouds in the sky: "It's great. I spent three years in the palace and only saw Concubine Chu on the wedding day, but she was still wearing a veil. What kind of good day is this? I can actually meet it."

She smiled and said, "Aran is willing to lead us sisters to meet each other?"

The Immortal Lord shook his head: "He is a remote person and feels uncomfortable when he sees strangers. He is still a mute. Don't see him."

Although Song Qiutong always obeyed Mo Ranyan, she was itchy at this time. What's more, she had been resentful about this concubine Chu for a long time, and she felt humiliated since she was abandoned by her husband for no reason on the day of her marriage. Later, she heard many gossips from the palace servants, saying that the Emperor stayed in the concubine Chu's room on the wedding night until the next day before she came out.

"It didn't stop all night, and that movement really killed someone."

"I heard from the night people that they counted with their fingers and did it at least seven or eight times. Your Majesty is too capable."

A little palace maid even smiled and said, "Isn't the one who can do it? I'm afraid even the little prince will soon have it."

However, what embarrassed Song Qiutong the most were whispers such as "The Empress is so beautiful, I didn't expect that she would fall out of favor on the wedding night", "This is not in line with the etiquette, and Your Majesty is too disrespectful to the Empress."

She felt like she was slapped hard by Concubine Chu who had never seen her face. The scorching pain had only increased and not decreased in the past three years.

Later, even her confidant maid felt resentful and gritted her teeth and complained fiercely: "I don't know which mountain of foxes cultivated it, which made His Majesty dizzy."

Then he advised her: "My lady, don't be too sad. Look at Your Majesty who stays in her almost every night, but she doesn't necessarily have pregnancy. I think her body is not good and she will never have any children in this life. Your Majesty just plays with her, and sooner or later she will get tired of it."

Song Qiutong forced a smile, how could she have the face to say something?

He was extremely cautious in her love with him and never wanted to let her be pregnant. The only time he vented in her gentle hometown was not long ago, after getting drunk, he had a big fight with Concubine Chu and came to her in the middle of the night.

She was already asleep at that time, and when the curtain was suddenly lifted, she met those scarlet and unreasonable eyes. Before she could even react, she turned over and tore off her inner clothes and brutally ravaged. In the reckless and crazy torture, her hair was grabbed hard, and she heard him panting in her ears: "Who are you secretly writing to with me on your back? Do you care so much about him?"

When the clouds and rain were thick, she was so excited that she was weak all over, but she heard him lying behind her and murmured: "You can't see anyone... You can't go anywhere... You can only be my concubine Chu... Even if you are unwilling to give up..."

Song Qiutong recovered from this shameful memory. She sorted out her expression and smiled with her beautiful eyes bent, "Although Your Majesty doesn't mind etiquette, he is still a sister after all. I always want to see her and give her some fine gifts."

The hand that the immortal king put on the bamboo curtain did not mean to put it down: "He has everything. He lacks nothing."

Since he had already said this, Song Qiutong had no choice but to say a few words to the Emperor in a gentle voice, then watched him get on the carriage and walk far away from the vixen.

Deep in the bamboo curtain and above the soft mat, the immortal king endured his laughter and his belly and ribs were hurt, and he continued to say seriously: "As the emperor, I am too proud of you to be favored in front of you, I'm afraid it's inappropriate."

“…”

Chu Wanning's face was gloomy, and she looked at the window with her face and said nothing.

The golden sunlight shone in through the thin bamboo curtains, and layers of light and shadow fell on his thin and transparent face. The immortal king stared at him for a while, leaned over, and simply lay on his lap.

Chu Wanning stretched his back and didn't look at him, but asked, "Aren't you hot?"

"The voice of my beloved concubine is so cold that it can cool down the heat."

"..." Chu Wanning finally lowered his head and glanced at him, his eyes colder than his voice.

He was really angry. No man wanted to be the concubine of another man. Song Qiutong's voice "Chen Concubine" made him feel like he was swallowing. His eyes were red because of shame.

At the beginning, the Immortal Lord named him a concubine, so that he could taste this kind of taste that was worse than women. Song Qiutong was a wife, and he was a great immortal in Beidou, and he became a concubine for a junior.

"Are you angry?"

“…”

"I didn't let her see you, why are you wronged?"

The Immortal Lord originally wanted to tease this man, but when the dusk flashed, the afterglow of the sunset came in from the bamboo curtain, illuminating Chu Wanning's face. The Immortal Lord found that the eyes were so cold and alienated, so he moved his mouth and said nothing in the end.

He suddenly felt very boring.

Neither of them spoke again.

When I came to Wuchang Town, I bought a lot of things. I bought sugar paintings, flower cakes, candied haws, lanterns, and everything I could buy, and I loaded a carriage. But Chu Wanning just looked at the excitement outside the bamboo curtain and ignored the dazzling array in the bamboo curtain.

No matter how he saw Chu Wanning, he was so happy that he couldn't help but feel a little irritated.

"Forget it, I won't go back tonight." He suddenly said, "just live in the town."

He ordered the groom to find an inn and go in with Chu Wanning, who was wearing a cloak and a hoodie.

The waiter was yawning. When he saw the guest, he cheered up. After half of his yawn, he asked with a smile: "Do you stay in the hotel?"

"I want a room."

Although Chu Wanning's face was hidden under the hood, she couldn't see clearly, but she was obviously a man's figure and demeanor, so the waiter couldn't help but look at her curiously.

Chu Wanning said: "...two rooms."

Hearing him say this, the anger that the Immortal Lord has been suppressing could not help but jump out: "What is your relationship with me? Is it necessary to open two rooms to cover up?"

If the waiter's eyes were still suspicious just now, it would be a sudden realization.

The immortal king was quite satisfied with the waiter's look, and even felt a little viciously relieved. After checking in, he grabbed Chu Wanning's arm all the way. He kissed him tightly before he could close the door tightly, and his lips and tongue were entangled urgently and fiercely.

Outside the window with grape-wrapped branches, the lights of thousands of houses were bright, but these lights had nothing to do with them. He pressed Chu Wanning on the big bed. In the ambiguous sound, he heard Chu Wanning sigh softly.

"Mo Ran, what's the point of you like this?"

“…”

"What's the point of us like this?"

This sentence is so sharp that after so long, my heart still feels a little thrusting.

The Immortal Lord opened his eyes.

He was still standing in the Red Lotus Water Pavilion, and the past was over.

But for some reason, there seemed to be a phantom flashing in front of him, and there seemed to be a pouring rain in his ears. He seemed to be a ghost of a dark night, peeking in through the grape-patterned window of the inn.

He saw the same house, the same two people, the difference was the heavy rain outside the window, and the atmosphere similar to the love on the bed.

He saw himself and Chu Wanning lingering on the bed. The room was very dark, but he was sure that he had seen Chu Wanning's face clearly - he was confused with desire, slightly closed his eyes, and entangled with him.

In this hallucination, I stared at the man beneath me affectionately, begging and firmly: "Tonight, I just want you to be comfortable."

He lowered his head and kissed Chu Wanning's fragility. He got what he wanted and heard the man's breathing. Chu Wanning's fingers penetrated his black hair: "Ah..."

The immortal master suddenly held his forehead and felt that the internal pain in the skull seemed to be about to crack.

These two memories intertwined and bit each other, trying to gain the upper hand. Which one is true? Which one is a nightmare? He didn't know, and he didn't dare to think about it again.

After barely calming down his heart, he took the way and left the Honglian Water Pavilion.

He came to Wujianping, stood in front of the white jade carving railing, looking at the distant mountains, his chest slightly undulating. What was the erotic memory just now?

Is it the life Mo Ran from another world that has experienced...

He couldn't help but recall Chu Wanning's wet and soft eyes, and raised his neck and gasped on the couch.

The Immortal Lord suddenly tightened the guardrail.

——Is Chu Wanning willing to sleep with the Master Mo who saw the ghost?!

For some reason, even though they were the same person, the anger of the Immortal Lord suddenly burned, making his eyes full of blood red.

If this is really another memory of himself, then he suddenly feels extremely resentful and unwilling.

Why? Why?

After he was resurrected by Hua Binan, the walking corpse returned to this world, leaving him with the devastated Wushan Palace and a bunch of disgusting messes.

What did he see when he ran to the Red Lotus Water Pavilion in a hurry? It was the withered lotus after the spiritual power was dissipated, the crabapple falling all over the ground, and the empty house.

And the Lotus Pond where old friends no longer have.

He was pulled back from hell by Hua Binan, but Chu Wanning's body had turned into ashes and powder, nothing was left and could never be found again.

He remembered that he walked slowly to the lotus pond, lowered his head and looked around for a while, then leaned over and slurped his fingers into it, and scooped up a handful of water. The cold pond was deep and cold.

He couldn't help but shivered, and the water leaked from his fingers, and he sat dejectedly on the ground.

So, what is left after returning to the world?

He hated living in this world more and more every day, but he was controlled by others and had no choice but to obey Hua Binan's orders.

Later, Hua Binan found a crack in the life and death gate in time, but refused to tell him who left it. The guy happily went to another world and left him here to work hard. However, the only thing he was relieved was that in order to make him feel confident in doing things, Hua Binan would try to send him some news every now and then.

So he learned that some of his soul was reborn in that era. He learned about Shi Mei, Xue Meng's news, and Ye Wangxi, Nangong Si and others who had long been dead.

He also learned about Chu Wanning.

The letters Hua Binan sent him were always short and he cherished his words as gold. He also hated Hua Binan's handwriting with sharp pen tips, like scorpion claws.
To be continued...