Love and scenery, beautiful and picturesque.
Zhui Feng, who was waiting at the foot of the mountain, accidentally glanced at it and couldn't help but be stunned.
He had never understood love, never understood lingering, but at this moment, he felt so angry that his heart was like stone and was beginning to move.
If only I could hug a girl like this under the moonlight and in the flower forest, what an intoxicating feeling it would be.
He couldn't help but think about it.
Ahem, he seems to be thinking too much, too much!
He looked away with a blushing face, suddenly his pupils shrank, and he looked blankly not far ahead.
There was a pine tree there, which was as tall as a canopy. Under the tree, there was someone with a posture like snow and white clothes like frost, standing motionless.
The wind blew the corners of his robe, like a white butterfly, which looked particularly eye-catching at night.
That's Chu Shaobai!
When did he appear and when did he chase him? Zhui Feng didn't even notice at all.
Zhui Feng suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. He looked at Chu Shaobai, his lips moved, and then he found that Chu Shaobai didn't look at him at all. His eyes were looking at the flowers and trees on the hillside for a moment. The two people hugging each other and kissing.
Both of them closed their eyes, intoxicated in each other's breath, completely forgetful.
The moonlight was like white gauze, coating their beautiful profiles with a light silver edge.
Chu Shaobai watched quietly. He didn't know how long he watched, and then he saw the two people hugging each other finally separated.
He saw him raise his hand, touch her red lips, and softly say three words.
"You're so sweet."
The sound was soft and far away, but Chu Shaobai heard it and heard it extremely clearly.
Then he saw her smiling. She looked so beautiful under the moonlight. She stood on tiptoes and hooked her arms around his neck. He thought she was going to kiss him, but she unexpectedly bit him on the ear. His face turned slightly red, pretending to scare her, and her laughter rang like a silver bell.
Chu Shaobai's eyes were filled with mist unconsciously.
In his hand he held tightly a wood-carved snow lotus hairpin, which he carved with his own hands and gave to her. This hairpin was always worn in her black hair.
But she didn't even know when it was lost.
There were mixed feelings in his heart, and there was a tight pain in his chest. There was a fire burning, which caused pain all over his body and almost suffocated him.
He understood everything.
But he seemed to understand a little too late.
That guard in black, that bastard Xiao Hei, he is no one else, he is his uncle, and he is the current emperor of Western Chu!
What should he do
His mind turned into a wasteland, with weeds growing and wildfires burning, until he felt a dull pain in his palms. He lowered his head and found that his palms were covered in blood and flesh, and the rough wooden hairpin had injured his hand.
Does it hurt
It doesn't hurt!
Compared with the pain in his heart and mouth, the pain in his palm was nothing.
"King Jing'an? King Jing'an?"
Zhui Feng called him several times, but Chu Shaobai didn't hear it. In his eyes and ears, there was only the person under the pear tree. Apart from her, he couldn't hear him.
Zhui Feng couldn't help but shake his head. He tore off a piece of clothing and walked to Chu Shaobai, preparing to bandage the wound on his palm.
He was originally worried, thinking that after Chu Shaobai saw that scene, he might go crazy and angry, and he might rush up the hillside to fight for the emperor, but he found that he didn't!