The figure of the man waving the folding fan on the treetop flashed in the air and landed firmly in front of Ling Yue. His face was as pale as water, and his clear and handsome eyes looked a little indifferent under the moonlight. He nodded slightly towards Ling Yue and said
: "I am none other than Mu Zili. I have heard of Brother Lingyue's name a long time ago, but I have never had the opportunity to meet him. Today, thanks to Brother Feng, I am lucky enough to get to know him!"
It turned out that as early as the day after Mu Zili brought Yifeng and Simeng out of Yunshui Palace, the news that he broke into the palace to save people had spread like wildfire in the Li territory. Some little monsters who usually like to gossip,
We often get together in one place to discuss this prison robbery case for which we can't figure out the reason.
Ling Yue also accidentally learned from the little demon who came to the forest to beg for a drink that Cai Die Yifeng, whom he had admired for thousands of years, actually eloped with Simeng.
At that time, he was sad about this for a long time. Later, when Cangxuan ordered him to bring wine to the palace every day, he realized that it was not just his Ling Yue who was hurt by this.
Even their lord was drowning his sorrow in drinking every day because of this matter, so he gradually looked away.
Unexpectedly, he was in a better mood. After seeing the true face of the Lord tonight, his heart that had not been floating for a long time finally felt slightly agitated again, and Yifeng suddenly appeared again.
Although Mu Zili was polite in words and deeds, Ling Yue had been depressed for a long time because of Yifeng's farewell without saying goodbye, so there was no good word to say to him here.
"Brother Mu, you are exaggerating! I'm just a winemaker, but I can't afford to be famous! If you two came here late at night, if it's for the dream, I'm afraid it will be in vain. I have been guarding this pear forest day and night, and recently I have
I have never seen her appear here. My Lord, I have just taken a jar of aged wine from the forest. I am afraid that she has not gone far yet. You two have special status, so please leave here as soon as possible!" Ling Yue said.
, and an eviction order was issued.
Although he has feelings for Yifeng, he does not dare to become an enemy of Cang Xuan because of this. After all, he is just a flower demon who knows how to make wine.
In addition, he is the flower master of the pear flower clan. In order to protect the flower spirit and flower demon in his clan, he will never take the risk of offending Cang Xuan unless absolutely necessary.
Therefore, in order to protect himself, he had to keep a distance from Yifeng at the moment.
Even though she was thinking about him in her heart, she pretended to be nonchalant on her face, hoping that he would wake up soon and not do anything earth-shattering again because of that purple jade butterfly.
Mu Zili didn't know much about Ling Yue and Yifeng's past, so he just assumed that he meant well and was just afraid that they would be in danger.
But Yifeng felt like a mirror in his heart, knowing that most of his words contained resentment, but he could not respond to Ling Yue's thoughts for him in his life, so he had to pretend not to know and thanked him.
With good intentions, he and Mu Zili left in the wind.
Only Ling Yue was left, sighing quietly among the flowers under the moonlight.
Yunshui Palace, Hanchen Palace.
The moonlight filled the air and fell into the courtyard. The gauze curtains in the palace swayed in the wind. The pearls in the corners of the palace shone slightly with a faint blue light, shrouding the huge palace room in a layer of tranquility.
There are several delicious side dishes placed on the long table, and the golden phoenix tail cup contains pear blossom wine filled with fragrant wine.
Cang Xuan was dressed in a silver-white robe, with his red hair loosely tucked behind his shoulders, revealing a beautiful face. The tenderness in his eyes made the woman sitting opposite him feel slightly absent-minded.
"The dream is red, it is very beautiful."
Cang Xuan seemed drunk, his eyes slightly narrowed, and he looked at the woman in red in front of him.
Just now she went to the Pear Blossom Forest. When she returned to the palace, she had already bathed and changed into a red dress. The blood-red color made her charming face even more charming, and her lavender eyes were shining brightly.
Under the dim blue light, he looked slightly drunk, which made his heart move.
His praise seemed to be quite useful to Xi Meng. She held up the wine bottle with a smile, filled it up for him, then raised it with her sleeves and handed it to his lips, saying softly: "Your Majesty, you are so complimentary!" Meng'er borrowed the compliments from you.
Thank you for the Lord’s wine!”
Cang Xuan took the wine cup, raised his head and drank it all, and immediately laughed out loud, "Good wine! This jar of pear blossom wine has been buried in the forest for thousands of years. It is indeed unique, with a mellow aftertaste and a fragrance on the lips and teeth."
Xi Meng was startled by his laughter, and a flash of surprise flashed through her purple eyes. She put down the wine bottle in her hand blankly, lowered her head and looked down at the red gauze skirt on her body that was so thin that her clothes could almost be seen clearly. Her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and her eyebrows
He also frowned slightly.
What happened to her? How could she be dressed like this and drinking and laughing with Cang Xuan?
When did she change her clothes? She couldn't remember at all. Cang Xuan's expression in front of her seemed to be filled with joy.
Could it be that she said some loving words to him again? Or did she do something to him that she shouldn't have done?
Her memory only stayed under the edge of the window, and she saw herself in a purple shirt in the bronze mirror. Her cheeks were smooth and delicate. When she brushed her fingers, she felt a dull pain...
Some fragments of what happened after that vaguely come to mind, but the specific details cannot be recalled at all.
She was suddenly silent, and Cang Xuan had noticed it. He put down the wine cup, held her hand, and whispered: "But you are tired?"
Xi Meng tried hard to pull his hand away, but found that the energy in his body was completely unresponsive. He actually covered the back of his hand with his other hand. His charming voice seemed to come from a distant world, but it was really real.
From her mouth.
"Meng'er is afraid of the dark. Can the Lord wait until Meng'er falls asleep before leaving?"
As soon as these words came out, Shi Meng wished she could slap herself in the mouth immediately. Even Cang Xuan's half-closed eyes suddenly opened, as if she couldn't believe that the words just now came from her mouth.
But the beautiful woman in front of me had her eyebrows furrowed slightly, her eyes were shining with lavender light, and her little mouth was slightly pursed. When I saw this, I felt pity for him, so he couldn't bear to refuse.
After a long silence, he finally nodded slightly.
Immediately he stood up and rolled his sleeves to hold her hand. Her heart froze and she wanted to dodge, but her hand had already been put into his palm.
At the end, she actually raised her head and gave him a sweet smile.
Xi Meng despised herself deeply in her heart, but no matter how much she wanted to refuse in her heart, her words and deeds always contradicted it, which was really puzzling.
The red gauze tent was warm and the beauty was in his arms, but Cang Xuan did not make any overstep.
He just hugged her and whispered in her ear, "I have already ordered people to make preparations for the wedding. I just need to wait for Meng'er to nod before we start the ceremony."
He saw her sudden change in attitude towards him, and although he was a little confused in his heart, he was still more happy after all.
Seeing that she didn't object, he simply got to the point and said, "Tomorrow is a good time that only comes once in a century. If Meng'er is willing, you and I can get married tomorrow, okay?"
Xi Meng was leaning in his arms, her mind had long been in a mess, and the pear blossom wine just now was very powerful. She, who always boasted that she would never get drunk after a thousand cups, was already a little groggy. When she heard him talk about the wedding,
The instinct in her heart was to say no, but in fact what she heard herself say was, "Everything depends on the Lord..."