Crossing the long street and crossing the bridge, Lang Qianxing followed Qin Lang and stood on the bank of the Willow Embankment.
Lang Qianxing tried his best not to pay attention to the flute he and Qin Lang were still holding. Maybe he forgot, and Qin Lang would also forget.
Unfortunately, Qin Lang is obviously not such a careless person. He let go of the other end of the flute and walked to the old woman who was selling lanterns under the willow tree.
Behind Qin Lang, Lang Qianxing turned the flute upside down and held it, slightly rubbing the place where Qin Lang had held it all the way with his fingertips, as if to see if the flute still had the temperature of the man's palm.
Soon, Qin Lang came back with two lanterns.
There is no crowd on the opposite street here. Most people buy lanterns and write their wishes and leave the lights, so they don’t have to worry about being scattered by the crowd. Lang Qianxing had to return the flute to Qin Lang.
Qin Lang pretended not to notice that the flute had been turned around, took it and pinned it on his waist at will, and then handed a lantern to Lang Qianxing, "Let's put it on."
It is the most common lotus lantern. It can be carried, or the small wooden stick can be taken off and placed on the river. The price is also very affordable. Qin Lang thinks it is worth buying.
Lang Qianxing took it, holding the lantern and looking down. The pink and white petals are clean, waiting for people to fill in their most secret thoughts.
"Master, let's write too!" The beating voice in his chest gradually became louder, and Lang Qianxing stared nervously at Qin Lang looking at the lamp.
Qin Lang raised his head, looked at the expectancy on the boy's face, and replied softly, "Okay."
Just by the willow tree, the grandson of the old woman who sold the lamp set up a pen and ink, and he could borrow a pen for a penny. Carrying a lantern that did not match their temperament, the two came to the boy who was only fifteen or sixteen, gave the money and took a pen. The two stood under the willow tree, holding the lantern in one hand and a pen in the other.
The two wishes seem to be very short, and they have been completed in a few strokes.
Lang Qianxing returned the pen to the young boy, full of curiosity, and asked Qin Lang, "Master, what did you write?"
"Since it's a wish, how can you say it?" Qin Lang turned around, walked to the river, squatted down, placed the lantern on the river, and watched the waves send the lantern away.
Lang Qianxing half-squinted, put his right hand behind his back, secretly squeezed a tactic, and then placed a lantern next to Qin Lang, seemingly intentionally but also unintentionally. Every stroke is full of tenderness and sweetness, and the explicit mind is the rampant and fearless love when he was a teenager.
At this time, fireworks began to be set off in the imperial city. Qin Lang raised his head to look at the bright fireworks in the night sky, but did not express any curiosity about what Lang Qianxing wrote.
The boys and girls by the river raised their heads and admired the lively scenery with their sweethearts. The fireworks that aroused people's amazement, but Lang Qianxing was not at all interested. He focused on Qin Lang who was looking up at the scene, and was convinced that the scene in his eyes was much more beautiful than the scene in the night sky.
The fireworks were exhausted, and the people who had put out the lanterns left in twos and threes.
"Qianxing," Qin Lang asked again, who was the only one still looking up at the sky where the smoke remained, "Are you happy now?"
"Happy." Lang Qianxing answered him without hesitation, although he was a little puzzled why Master asked him twice whether he was happy or not.
Qin Lang turned to look at him. There was indeed only joy in Lang Qianxing's eyes, as if there was some hidden joy.
He nodded, "Let's go."
Lang Qianxing followed him, and when he walked to the bridge, Lang Qianxing carefully looked at Qin Lang's back, made sure he wouldn't turn around, and pulled his right hand. He was holding it in his hand, and no one around seemed to see the lantern that appeared out of thin air in his hand, and no one exclaimed.
After a while, the lantern disappeared again, as if it had never appeared.
Taking back the lantern of the master and putting it into the storage ring, it was only a momentary thing, but Lang Qianxing was extremely nervous.
Lang Qianxing breathed a sigh of relief, and quickly took a few steps forward, closely following Qin Lang.
Unexpectedly, Qin Lang suddenly stopped in front of him, Lang Qianxing's heartbeat was extremely fast, obviously afraid of being discovered by Qin Lang.
Fortunately, he was too guilty, and one of Xuanyuan Qi's guards found them.
The guard said that their prince was gone, not separated, but disappeared directly in front of their eyes, and they guessed that they had encountered a monster again. So I want to ask Qin Lang to help them find their prince.
The lantern festival had to be interrupted, but Lang Qianxing had already enjoyed the fun of the lantern festival. He should not be greedy and his good mood was not destroyed.
Several people left the Lantern Festival, Lang Qianxing gave the four guards the location and orientation, and took Qin Lang to leave first.
The location that Lang Qianxing measured was a wood outside the city. As soon as he arrived, he could smell the monsters. The monsters in the lower heaven were not a big threat to Lang Qianxing. He quickly found the monsters in the misty forest to kill them, and rescued them in the monster's cave. Xuanyuan Qi.
Qin Lang watched all the way, without reminding Lang Qianxing that someone was following them.
"Master, he passed out and didn't die." Lang Qianxing put Xuanyuan Qi next to a big tree, knowing that the little prince was no longer in danger, and he didn't want to touch it. He looked at Qin Lang and waited for Qin Lang to answer. What to do down.
"Send him down the mountain and hand it over to his guards." Qin Lang walked towards the depths of the forest.
"Master?" Seeing him walking into the fog, Lang Qianxing put a teleportation talisman on Xuanyuan Qi's body and hurriedly followed.
Qin Lang heard the footsteps of Lang Qianxing running towards him behind him, stopped and waited for him to catch up, while looking at the mountain forest with fireflies in the summer.
The green fireflies were looming in the white mist, and Qin Lang and both of them were cultivators. If ordinary people walked in here, they would be frightened by such a gloomy environment.
"Master, is there any problem here?" Lang Qianxing looked around carefully and found nothing.
Qin Lang frowned and looked into the depths of the forest.
In fact, there is a system. Of course, he knew that someone was following them, and the little prince was brought here just to lure him.
As for why the other party didn't show up now, he probably wasn't sure whether he really sealed his cultivation.
Qin Lang originally just brought his husband down for a sightseeing tour, but he didn't expect to meet someone related to Yun Jue. It seems that this cultivation world really pays attention to fate.
That's good. In this way, he doesn't have to make excuses to talk to Lang Qianxing about why he suddenly wants to come down.
Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang as if he had noticed something was wrong, but he didn't feel anything. It stands to reason that with his current cultivation level, the monsters and monsters in the lower realm should not be able to escape his eyes.
"Qianxing, have you found anything wrong?" Qin Lang has now sealed his cultivation base and can only rely on his feelings.
Lang Qianxing shook his head.
Qin Lang looked a little confused in one direction, and then he asked Lang Qianxing to take out spirit stones of different attributes and set up a formation on the ground.
He lifted his hem and simply sat next to the formation, waiting for the result. Lang Qianxing didn't understand, so he protected the Dharma for him, in case someone really came out to attack them.
Soon, Qin Lang got up and asked Lang Qianxing to put away the spirit stone.
Lang Qianxing asked him, "Master, how is it?"
Qin Lang actually said: "It is measured that there is no rain tonight."
"..." Lang Qianxing didn't know why.
"Let's go." Qin Lang identified a direction and started walking.
Lang Qianxing: "Are you going back to the palace?"
Qin Lang smiled: "Since there's no rain tonight, why don't we stay overnight."
"..." Lang Qianxing didn't understand again, this is the mountains, does Shizun mean sleeping in the open
The direction Qin Lang was looking for was very good. After a while, the two of them got out of the fog and reached a small hill. There is a gurgling stream under the small hill, and on the top of the hill is a sturdy old tree, green grass and wild flowers.
Coming out of the mountain forest where the light is blocked by the tree canopy, this small hill is undoubtedly bright and bright.
In particular, the little fireflies linger among the grass and blooming flowers, silently interpreting the unique beauty of summer nights.
With such a scene, Lang Qianxing couldn't help but relax.
Qin Lang looked at his expression and smiled lightly. He slowed down and walked through the green grass, bringing up many fireflies.
He walked to the top of the hill and sat beside the big tree at will. From here, he could see the sky full of stars without any obstruction.
Everything is quiet and everything is beautiful.
"That's great." Lang Qianxing couldn't help sighing, and after sitting with Qin Lang as relaxed as he did, he realized that he seemed to be bolder.
Fortunately, Qin Lang didn't care, he looked at the starry sky for a while, then leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes to rest.
Lang Qianxing felt that tonight was a bit like a dream, not real. But he could not restrain his heartbeat and told him truthfully that it was not a dream.
He looked at Qin Lang's quiet appearance with his eyes closed. There were fireflies around, stars in the sky, grass and flowers in the air, and the sound of trickling water and lively insects could be heard.
This is the purest beauty between heaven and earth, and it has the power to make people forget all their worries naturally.
Those hatreds, those resentments, all fade away silently in such an environment.
That's why Master asked him twice if he was happy, right? He seems to be really saving him, letting him put down his hatred and regain the simplest happiness.
It's a pity that Master doesn't know. No matter the lively lantern festival or the quiet mountain forest, he can feel the joy, and he can forget the bitter resentment, the reason is only because of the master.
Listening to the even breathing of the people around him, Lang Qianxing didn't know whether he should laugh or be annoyed now.
Mingming had sworn before that he wanted to get Yun Jue as the most powerful revenge against Yun Hua. But he didn't expect that as long as Yun Jue showed a little tenderness, he would fall into it without hesitation.
This is unbelievable, but also sweet.
Lang Qianxing took off the blue clothes he had specially put on and put it on Qin Lang. Although Qin Lang had no cultivation, his physique was different from that of ordinary people, but Lang Qianxing somehow felt that this was what he should do.
Maybe Qin Lang was really asleep. Even though he was wearing other people's clothes, he didn't open his eyes or even move.
Looking at such a docile Qin Lang, Lang Qianxing got a little satisfaction, and at the same time tasted a little sweetness, which came from the top of his heart.
Seeing that Qin Lang really showed no sign of waking up, he took the lantern out of the storage ring. Simple words are written on the pink and white petals.
But Lang Qianxing couldn't understand it after looking over and over again. Is it a special rune? How has he never seen it.
Although he couldn't understand it, he was not willing to put it back immediately. He was by Qin Lang's side, holding the lantern, quietly watched Qin Lang guard Qin Lang all night.
Qin Lang opened his eyes when the rising sun was rising from the ground.
He looked at Lang Qianxing, who was kissing his lips secretly, thinking that he would not wake up, and was leaning against the big tree that he was leaning against.
"..." Perhaps too shocked, Lang Qianxing did not release Qin Lang immediately, and even bit Qin Lang's lower lip nervously.