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Chapter 339 Fire and Stars

The starlight is like a leak, and the fog is like a weaving.

The moon hangs high, the bonfire is nearby, and it is as strong as strong wine.

And her breath, like the vastness of the scorching hot moon and bright stars mixed with strong wine, rushed towards his ears like a hot and humid tide, and her breath turned into ice, as if freezing his figure, Can't move.

He was so greedy for this wonderful feeling that he slowly panted and closed his eyes.

Her long hair, like weeping willows, was accidentally blown by the wind on the prairie, brushed over his lips, and touched his heart in an instant.

It is like the surprise of colorful birds flying over the ice that has not melted for thousands of years, or like snow petals falling on the dry lips of passers-by in the vast desert, which makes people itchy slightly.

There was a warm current running through his fingertips.

He couldn't help but want to hug her waist.

As soon as Yi Quzheng's hand was lifted into the air, she held it against her chest with a palm!
"It hurts! Don't take it lightly!"

Yi Quzheng couldn't help but opened his eyes and covered his chest, looking at Shui Yanqing who had stood up with an innocent face, the wonderful feeling just now was gone.

"You woman, you are too savage, like a wild horse on my prairie!"

Yi Quzheng said angrily.

He stood up on the ground, patted the grass clippings on his body, and glanced up at her inadvertently.

But I saw her beside the bonfire, smiling like a flower!
She crossed the campfire, watching him with a teasing smile that triumphed without annoying him.

Her smile, where the flames flickered and jumped, reflected the brilliance of the young girl, and in the orange flames, a few traces of tenderness were slightly melted, which made him slightly fascinated.

She, when she smiles, is she still pretty...

Yi Quzheng's coquettish lips outlined a faint smile that he didn't even notice.

He took a step forward slowly, sat down beside her, picked up the pheasants and hares on the grass, skillfully peeled the skins, threaded them through branches, put them on the fire, and roasted them.

Seeing that he didn't say a word, Shui Yanqin sat quite close to her instead, and moved a little awkwardly to the side, pretending to be looking at the starry sky.

Yi Quzheng knew that she had a thin face, so he didn't move his position any more. He smiled, looked at her side face, and asked casually while roasting: "I saw you three times, and I returned without success. You, Who is it?"

"Me? My name is Shui Yanqing."

Shui Yan put her hand on her chin, smelled the faint smell of meat, so she answered casually.

"My name is Yi Quzheng, you can remember this name."

Yi Quzheng's eyes reflected jumping flames, and at the same time, her profile.

"Yi Quzheng. You said it before. The prince of Xiliang."

Shui Yan looked back and smiled faintly at him, in Rushui's eyes, there seemed to be stars across the sky.

"You haven't told me your origin yet. Who are you from Jimoze?"

Yi Quzheng turned the pheasant over, turned his head, and asked with some doubts.

"Who am I from Jimoze? I'm afraid I have to ask him."

Shuiyan smiled, her face was already inadvertently blushing slightly drunk, looking up at the starry sky thousands of miles away, she felt that tonight was so bright.

Yi Quzheng saw that she didn't want to say more, so he was naturally sensible and didn't ask any more questions.

"Okay. Here you go."

Yi Quzheng handed the freshly roasted pheasant to Shui Yanqing, who took it with a thank you.

"What do you want that pair of jade bracelets for?"

Shuiyan gnawed at the pheasant, and asked Yi Quzheng with a slurred speech.

"Among those pair of jade bracelets is hidden my Xiliang's Imperial Seal, if you get it, you get Xiliang."

Yi Quzheng lowered his head, and pushed the firewood in the bonfire with his hands, sparks suddenly shot up wildly, covering up the haze in the corners of his eyes.

When Shuiyan leaned on the sparks and splashed around, she caught his loneliness, her heart moved slightly, and she remained silent for a long time.

"If you tell me this, you won't be afraid that I will take this treasure to your Xiliang?"

Shui Yan smiled and said.

"you will not."

Yi Quzheng raised his head, the abyss seemed to be condensed in his eyes, deep and vast, it was the color of Shui Yanqing who couldn't see the bottom at a glance, burning in a hot flame.

Shui Yanqing smiled unnaturally, and muttered——

"That might not be the case."

Yi Quzheng smiled and remained silent.

The starlight penetrated the mist, and diffused the hazy light golden light on their shoulders, and a beam of flames shot up high, igniting the light in the sky.

Belonging to two people, memory.

Under the starlight, on the prairie, in the mist, beside the burning fire, there was a man who spoke to the water swallow—Thaksin.

Many years later, Shui Yanqing slowly recalled that there was a person who spoke to her under the sky like a fire, which she couldn't understand, vows.

*****
That year, King Chu of the Kingdom of Chu passed away, and the new king, Wuyin, ascended the throne according to the decree of the will, and amnesty the world.

Give Luoluo the eldest princess.

In the depths of the palace, ambergris spread, curling up from the purple incense cauldron, silently staring at a portrait on the table, fascinated for a long time.

What that Danqing depicted was the portrait of Shui Yanqing.

"Yan Qing, how unwilling you are, you would rather run away from marriage than be with me. Now, you have disappeared without a trace. It was you who did everything."

Silence's eyes are misty, looking at the woman in the painting, it is so close, but it seems that it has been centuries, so far away, hard to touch.

She is his catastrophe.

But he is insignificant that she can abandon.

is it?

In Wuyin's eyes, there is a mist of water, which rises and opens, and gradually turns into a drop of falling tears, dripping down.

Tears dripped on the painting, Fei opened Shui Yanqing's eyes on the painting, and made her eyes dizzy circle after circle.

Momo came home late, Yiren was independent, bleak and awe-inspiring, but she was nowhere to be seen, leaning on the railing, crying from lovesickness.

Curtain rolls in the westerly wind, sneaks into the palace, enters the night, enters the purple incense incense tripod, enters the ambergris, disturbs the smoke and dust curling up, lingering, a wisp of incense, has dispersed.

Wuyin gently rolled up the painting, put it in the palm of his hand, held it gently and tightly, finally sighed, and said to the little eunuch beside him: "Take it, put it under the flower tree, and burn it."

"Yes, Your Highness."

Seeing that Wuyin was so sad, the little eunuch naturally didn't dare to ask more questions, took the scroll and turned the door and went out.

On tiptoe without sound, he took a step forward, frowned, and said: "Wait..."

"Your Majesty, do you have any orders?"

The maid at the side asked cautiously.

"Forget it. I'll go out for a walk alone, so you don't have to follow."

"Yes."

All the way to the left, there is Wuyin in a dragon robe, standing under a tree of flowers, looking at the flames not far away, jumping up, splashing a few scarlet stars.

He bowed his head and spoke silently.

"It's fine if it's burned. From then on, the two will not owe each other."

(End of this chapter)