Lian Youyou looked calmly ahead: "Your and my divinity has made you and I lose the passion and joy of being gods. Life in the realm of gods has become dull and meaningless, like a walking corpse without a soul. During this time, I slowly regained my humanity, tasted happiness again, and finally regained my joys, sorrows, anger, and happiness, and even felt every bit of sweetness in love." A sweet smile appeared on Lian Youyou's face. That alluring sweet smile instantly spread into Duanmu Qingchen's heart like the warm light of spring, dispelling all the worries in his heart. He didn't know why, but he was lost in thought when he saw Lian Youyou's sweet smile.
Lian Youyou savored the thought for a moment, then turned to look at Duanmu Qingchen's golden eyes: "You really should come down, fall in love, and regain the taste of love. Don't always live in numbness." Lian Youyou raised a sincere and pure smile to Duanmu Qingchen's golden eyes.
Duanmu Qingchen's golden pupils suddenly opened, and a trace of panic appeared in the trembling divine light. He himself didn't know where this panic came from or why it happened. But his heartbeat was more intense than before.
He hurriedly looked away to hide his inadvertent panic. He raised his head and saw the time, so he tried to calm down and reminded solemnly: "Time is running out." After he said that, the corner of his eyes involuntarily fell on Lian Youyou's calm and peaceful body.
Lian Youyou raised her face. There were only four hours left in the air. Whether Li Juanlan's fate could be changed in these four hours depended on whether these white pieces on the chessboard could produce the power to turn the tide.
"It's still early~~ It's still early~~~" Lian Youyou was calm and unhurried, with her hands behind her back, looking at Duanmu Qingchen leisurely, blinking at him, "For things like fate, no one can guess the outcome until the last moment~~~"
Duanmu Qingchen's golden eyes slowly lost focus again at Lian Youyou's relaxed and contented smile...
At this moment, on the stage of the Imperial Forest Lantern Festival Square, Duanmu Yankang was holding a brightly colored hydrangea. Duanmu Ruifeng said loudly and excitedly on the stage: "Your Highness knows that my Qian Dynasty is better than my master. Do you want to watch the martial arts competition—"
“I want to—” The girls in the audience applauded and cheered.
"Competition! Competition! Competition!" Everyone cheered loudly.
Duanmu Ruifeng tossed the embroidered ball in his hand and said, "How about we decide the Mid-Autumn Festival champion in literature and martial arts tonight?!"
"good!"
"good!"
"good!"
There was cheering from the audience.
Duanmu Yankang also said: "The top scholar in both civil and military affairs will be presented with the gift she has carefully prepared by our little sister, the Seventh Princess—"
"oh---"
Immediately cheers broke out and the atmosphere in the entire venue instantly boiled over, like a pot of boiling water, "gulp, gulp", and the people in the audience were like bubbles in the pot, jumping up one after another.
Duanmu Yaxin looked down at those young men from aristocratic families, and her heart was also jumping with joy. Seeing them fighting for her favor, which girl would not be happy that so many young men were crazy about her? Tonight, she was the only one who was in the limelight.
She took a quick glance and saw many handsome boys, but even more ugly and mediocre ones. She hoped that the talented major general who would win in the end would be the handsome boy she wished for, so that tonight would not end up in a failure.
Duanmu Yankang tossed the embroidered ball in his hand and approached his sister Duanmu Yaxin: "Little sister, do you like any of them?"
Duanmu Yaxin pouted. To be honest, under the light, people's heads were swaying and she really couldn't see their appearance clearly at a glance, so she couldn't tell who was better.
"Are you dazzled by the selection?" Duanmu Yankang smiled wickedly and looked a bit like Duanmu Qingchen.
"Hateful!" Duanmu Yaxin turned around, but the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise. There were so many good-looking boys tonight.
"Don't worry, your brothers will help you to select first. It's meaningless for a good-looking one without literary and military skills. We will never let the ugly one come up. We will definitely find gold for our sister!" Duanmu Yankang put his hands on Duanmu Yaxin's shoulders, patted his chest and made a promise.
Duanmu Yaxin smiled sweetly, and that smile was like honey, becoming even sweeter in the warm yellow light. Today she is a princess, she must be the most beautiful and happiest. Tonight must be perfect!
Duanmu Ruifeng was already shouting at the stage: "Now, please write a couplet with the theme of tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, leaving the venue here to our warriors! Who will come up first!"
"Me!" Immediately, a burly black man jumped up. His eight-foot tall stature scared away the group of handsome and weak men below.
Duanmu Yaxin became anxious when she saw such a dark and ugly man jumping up. She didn't want to give the gift she had carefully prepared to such an ugly guy.
She was so anxious that she immediately pulled Duanmu Yankang's sleeve, pouting her lips and blinking her big eyes.
Duanmu Yankang saw Duanmu Yaxin's worry, and he frowned when he saw that big guy, but he still comforted Duanmu Yaxin: "Don't worry, if you are not satisfied in the end, I will ask the third brother to save the situation. Hiss... Where did the third brother go again?" Duanmu Yankang looked around the room anxiously, looking for Duanmu Jinhong. How come Duanmu Jinhong suddenly disappeared
Among the princes, Duanmu Qingchen was the best at martial arts, followed by the third prince Duanmu Jinhong. The Mid-Autumn Festival party was supposed to be hosted by Duanmu Qingchen, who loved the excitement the most. If the young man who came up to compete was too ugly, he should have been the one to repel him. But he ran away. So the responsibility of hosting fell on Duanmu Jinhong.
But Duanmu Jinhong disliked such lively and crowded scenes, so after the opening, he threw the important task of choosing a prince consort for his seventh sister to Duanmu Yankang and others, and he disappeared.
If the man who won in the end was not the one Duanmu Yaxin loved, Duanmu Yankang and the others had already thought about it, saying that he would have to win against the third brother to count. Now, the third brother was gone, how could Duanmu Yankang not be anxious? With the skills he and Duanmu Ruifeng had, they could only last a few moves.
"I am Zhong Lei, the son of the Left Vice Minister of the Ministry of War!" The black man had already clasped his fists in front of the ring and said in a voice as loud as a bell, "Who will accept the challenge?"
"I'll do it!" Another young man jumped onto the stage and rolled up his sleeves.
Duanmu Yaxin felt relieved when she saw that someone finally challenged her, and it was another handsome young man.
Duanmu Ruifeng ran back to Duanmu Yankang's side, looked around worriedly, and lowered his voice: "Could the third brother have also escaped..."
Duanmu Yankang also looked at Duanmu Ruifeng with a sad face, and the two of them couldn't help but sigh together. Originally, they also wanted to chat with the girls tonight, talk, and maybe even touch their hands, but now, everything is ruined. Where on earth did their third brother hide? (To be continued)