Your Highness always wants to attack me

Chapter 142 The Immortal on the Cloud (25)

Ming Cen stared blankly at the sword tassel held in the young man's thin but big palm: "...Give it to me?"

Why did you give me a gift on my birthday?

Ci Jing smiled and said in a low voice, "Happy birthday."

Cijing is an orphan. She has lived alone since she was a child. She doesn't even have a name. How can she know her birth date?
But she said, my birthday is your birthday, as long as I am here, we will spend it together every year.

I grow up with you.

……

...

The breeze blew across the treetops, shaking the broken shadows all over the place.

Mingcen sat side by side with the young man, stroking the red sword spike with his slender fingers: "...So, your name...was also given by me in the past?"

The shape of the sword tassel is made into a phoenix, and the tail of the phoenix is ​​designed as tassels, with carefully crafted cloud beads, which is extraordinarily beautiful.

It's a thoughtful gift.

The young man let out a low laugh, and the voice between the young man and the young man scratched her heart like a cat's little soft paw, crisp and numb.

"No, you taught me how to read and let me choose my own name." Ci Jing smiled and said, "It is said that the elders usually choose the names for the younger ones, if you help me choose the name, you will be a generation older than me. "

Ming Cen's injuries have almost healed, so he doesn't need to wear the icicle anymore.

Under the soft moonlight, the slender eyelashes were dyed with full moonlight, and the side face was shrouded in the twilight night, half dark and half bright, and the snow-white robes were scattered on the ground randomly, a little alienated and a little cold.

It seems that compared with when she was wearing ice-chanted gauze before, it made her look more unsullied, reclusive and independent.

"Ci Jing, if I say..." Baiyi Xianjun suddenly said, "If the me now... and the me before are two people, who would you... choose?"

She knew what she was minding and what she was afraid of.

Even if the assumption that "Xiang Sui and Ming Cen are the same person" is still in her heart, it is just an assumption.

What if she wasn't the one who gave her birthday to the boy?

What if the person who patiently taught young people how to read and practice was not her?
If the person who had accompanied the boy countless days and nights in the mortal world...wasn't she?
So what should she do?
"If you weren't who you used to be, then I wouldn't be here."

Ming Cen paused suddenly and looked sideways into the young man's smiling dark eyes.

The boy's slender hands gently lifted a few strands of long hair scattered on her shoulders, and he lowered his head to kiss her: "You forget what you look like, but I still remember."

"You are always sleepy in the morning. You have been fasting for many years, but you are particularly fond of vulgar food and sweet."

"You always like to keep a straight face, but you are actually like a child in your heart."

Ci Jing looked at her, and there were a few more strands of blue hair on her fingertips, entangled to death: "After I have a name, you said I can call you by your real name."

"You said, your name is Ming Cen."

I never forgot because you said it.

—The brothers and sisters call me Xiaowu, the master occasionally calls me Xiaosui, and others dare to call me Xiangsui by the Taoist name.

— But I want you to call me Minzen.

"I have remembered people for two lifetimes, how can I admit my mistake?"

Ming Cen glanced at Ci Jing, and said quietly: "Then why didn't you recognize that Hua Hanshuang before?"

The young man didn't panic, but frowned slightly: "I also feel a little strange, your changes in the last life were obviously very wrong, but it seems that something forcibly suppressed my doubts and made me believe in Hua Hanshuang. .”

In the past few days, he has been recalling what happened before his rebirth, and the more he thinks about it, the weirder he feels.

He has been in the mortal world for many years, and he has known Ming Cen for a long time. It is impossible for him to be deceived by Hua Hanshuang so easily.

Not to mention two people with obviously different personalities.

But at that time, he believed it.

Like being influenced by some force.

He had faintly detected abnormalities several times, but would soon forget this awareness.

It wasn't until he was reborn that that power seemed to have disappeared that he slowly remembered these things.

"You mean...you felt controlled by someone at that time?"

Ming Cen almost instantly thought of Lin Ya'er in the last world who was controlled by a god with the appearance of a demon.

Hostility suddenly rose.

"It can't be called control, it just suppressed my doubts about Hua Hanshuang." Ci Jing obviously felt her change, and whispered, "I'm not sure what it is, but it doesn't matter, this They didn't succeed this time, didn't you come back?"

Ming Cen laughed and said, "Then I really want to thank them."

One pass, two pass, but no three. If I really knew it was that guy who was doing the trick again...

Ah.

I will never let her go again!

The boy rested his head on Ming Cen's shoulder, and softly diverted her attention: "Cen Cen, do you want a birthday cake?"

When no one else is present, Ci Jing always likes to call her Cen Cen, it seems that every life has a special preference for this nickname.

Hearing the word "birthday cake" which obviously does not belong to this world appear in the boy's mouth, Ming Cen couldn't help raising his eyebrows: "How do you even know this?"

Seeing that she didn't push him away, Ci Jing buried herself deeper into her neck, her hot breath brushing against the snow-white skin: "You told me."

He even taught me how to make a birthday cake.

Ming Cen: "Really?"

Ci Jing took out a square wooden box from the storage ring, spread a layer of veil on the ground, and put the box on it.

Seeing the ancient version of the cake inside, the corners of Ming Cen's mouth twitched.

It seems... It's really a bit of Ming's style.

Mingcen was a little surprised: "How long have you been doing this?"

Ci Jing lowered his head: "The cake was made today, and the others were prepared a few days ago."

Hearing this, there seemed to be warmth flowing in his heart, Ming Cen couldn't help but twitch his eyebrows and his lips slightly curled up.

"This kind of thin candle is...I made it myself. Do you think it looks like candles inserted on the cake?" Ci Jing took out a few more small candles that were thinner than ordinary candles, which was rare and a little unnatural.

Mingcen: "...like."

It's like, but if it's true...

Will it be dead? ?

Seeing this standard modern version of a birthday ceremony, Mingcen couldn't help but jokingly said: "I didn't tell you that I wanted to sing Happy Birthday, did I?"

Then, the handsome young man's phoenix eyes lit up, his expression was self-evident.

Ming Cen: "..."

Gan.

Ming Cen asked tentatively: "How about...you sing me a song?"

Ci Jing paused, and the roots of his ears hidden in his hair gradually turned red: "Want...to try the cake?"

As he spoke, he took out a knife from the wooden box and cut a piece, handed it to Ming Cen's mouth, and she subconsciously took a bite.

The taste turned out to be pretty good.

"Happy birthday to you... happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

The familiar melody gently echoed in the wind, and the young man's clear voice was gently sent to her ears, reaching straight to her heart.

　Thank you Sakura, Tangtang Tangtang, Jinghe, "Undyed", "Dasseinzumtode", Smith., The proud but not charming cat [∧] for the cute recommendation tickets^^
　　


(End of this chapter)