The Ghost King and the Demon Queen

There was a sound of brisk footsteps outside the hall.

The young man came from the east. He was wearing a crescent-white Chinese dress. His figure was slightly slender and slender, and he seemed a bit weak, but his steps were light and brisk, without any weakness, and his skin was fairer than that of a woman. , with long and narrow eyes like crescent moons, enchanting and sincere, yet heroic.

He stopped under the steps, looked up at her, and bent his eyes: "Sister."

"What's the matter?" Qiong Ying said indifferently, standing on the high steps, somewhat condescending.

"Can't I come to you if I have nothing to do? Sister, do you remember this time two years ago, you were standing there and asked me what's the matter." Qing Jun seemed to be complaining aggrievedly. For two years, her tone and demeanor had not changed. Change, still so indifferent, so ruthless.

"Come here." Qiongying looked at him, maybe not looking at him, but staring at him for a while.

"It's the same as two years ago." Qingjun smiled, and the crescent moon eyes that were bent seemed to be shining into the sunlight, clear and bright, full of brilliance.

There are nine steps, and he stood beside Qiongying, bathing in the morning light with her, he grew a lot taller, and so did she.

"Sister, do you like to wear purple?" Qing Jun asked suddenly, because many times I saw her wearing lavender and sometimes light blue.

"Why do you know that?" She never deliberately chose any color, she just picked it up from the closet.

"Because purple matches you well with my sister." Qing Jun smiled, purple is the most noble color, probably only purple can barely match her.

"Really? But, Qingjun, you are not very suitable for wearing white." Qiongying said indifferently, and glanced at his crescent white.

"Oh? Then sister, what color do you think I am suitable for?" Qing Jun was surprised, and secretly startled in his heart, he thought she liked seeing him in plain white.

"red."

Qingjun was slightly taken aback, in fact, he had worn red, a color like manjusawa, which really suited him, but he thought she wouldn't like it, so he didn't wear it.

"Red? Will it look too ostentatious?" He hesitated for a moment and said.

Qiongying was silent.

"Sister, it's a rainbow." Qing Jun suddenly pointed to the east and said in surprise.

Maybe it was because of the rain last night. I saw a rainbow this morning. The scene at this moment is exactly the same as two years ago. He likes standing at such a high place, where he can see the first ray of sunshine, and the beauty A dazzling rainbow.

"It's a good weather." Qiongying smiled lightly, her phoenix eyes were bottomless, silent and deep, like a secluded pool, like an ancient well.

"Looking at the changing sky here, whether it is sunshine, rainbows, wind and rain, or thunder and lightning, is the most beautiful, the most exciting, and the most shocking." Qing Jun laughed, these words are repeating two years ago .

Qingjun looked at her sideways, she was even more shocking than two years ago, she was incomparably noble, but also breathtakingly cold and charming, even if the morning light fell on her, the ice between her brows still could not be dispelled.

Looking at the sky, Qing Jun felt a slight shock in his heart. She was the same as two years ago, but he, two years ago he liked to stand here, and today, two years later, he likes to stand here with her.

In the sky, the morning sun sprays colors, drives away the clouds and disperses the fog.

Two figures stood on the high steps, the soft morning light scattered on the Chinese clothes, and the face and hair were covered with a layer of golden spots.