Murong Qianqian hesitated for a moment, then shook her head like a rattle, "Yao Yao, let's go out and enjoy the breeze~ Haha~"

Then, he grabbed Xuanyuan Yao's sweaty palms and reluctantly left the room. Alas, he was only one step away from taking off his clothes. It was really sad.

The moon is bright and clear.

Murong Qianqian and Xuanyuan Yao were sitting on the floor by the lotus pond, watching the water lilies slowly blooming under the silver light, which was really beautiful.

The breeze blew across the water, creating ripples in circles and folding the reflections of the two people into layers.

Murong Qianqian held her cheek with one hand and casually threw stones into the lotus pond with the other hand, listening to the sound of "plop", and then the ripples of water rippled in circles.

She thought to herself that the scene in front of her had not changed yet. It was estimated that Nan Lingqi was very energetic and the battle with Fusang was still going on fiercely.

And she? In such a beautiful scenery, she could only sit on a cold stone, basking in the cold moonlight, blowing the cold wind, and sneezing coldly.

"Ah qie~" She rubbed her nose.

I thought to myself that I would be sorry for not eating tofu at such a good opportunity, so I naturally said coquettishly: "Yao Yao, I'm starting to feel dizzy again, and it's so cold that I have goosebumps all over my body."

Xuanyuan Yao seemed to expect that she would say this, he had already spread out his arms to hold her in his arms, and clasped the back of her head with his palms, letting her head rest on his shoulder.

Murong Qianqian grinned and secretly smiled. Looking at the two figures reflected on the lake, she secretly sighed in her heart. They were indeed talented people, beautiful men and beautiful women, and couples of gods and immortals.

Hey~ Such a perfect pair, I don’t know when they will be able to achieve perfection. God is really capable of tossing them a little bit. Can’t there be a sudden thunder and then a flash of light on Yaoyao’s head?

Just as the thought flashed, a thunder suddenly fell from the sky, almost hitting them in front of them.

Murong Qianqian was so frightened that she was about to jump up, but Xuanyuan Yao's big palm forced her down and said calmly: "I'm not here, what are you afraid of?"

After hearing this, Murong Qianqian thought that Yaoyao was bigger than her anyway, so she had to hit him first. When she thought about this, she felt relieved.

Xuanyuan Yao thought that Murong Qianqian felt relieved because of what he just said, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Qianqian, I haven't heard you sing for a long time."

Murong Qianqian raised her head, her lips almost touching Xuanyuan Yao's chin, "I have to pay for singing, but for the sake of Yaoyao lending me your shoulder today, I will reluctantly sing one song."

Then he cleared his throat, and a beautiful sound hovered in the sky.

"In the dream, I can't wake up. In the red line, Hong is under house arrest. All the stimulation is left with the pain of fatigue. She is indifferent. When I hug you from behind, what I look forward to is her face."

"It's really ironic to say that I don't quite understand, but I hope you understand. Is happiness too light and too heavy? It doesn't itch or hurt when it's overused. The overripe, red and hollow pupils are finally hollowed out, and finally have a beginning but no end."

"What you can't get is always in turmoil. Those who are favored are confident. The redness of roses and dreams that are easily injured are held in your hands but are lost between your fingers and come to nothing."

"..."

The lyrics of each section are somewhat poignant, and each melody is like a sharp knife thrust into the heart, causing inexplicable pain.

When Murong Qianqian finished singing the whole song, Xuanyuan Yao gently peeled off the broken hair from her forehead and asked in a low voice: "Why sing such a sad song?"

Murong Qianqian leaned on Xuanyuan Yao's shoulder and looked at the stars in the sky, "I don't know, I just feel that Fusang's love is a little broken.

Just like the lyrics say, 'Overuse does not itch or hurt, the overripe red and hollow pupils are finally hollowed out, and finally have a beginning but no end.'

I think that one day, Nan Lingqi will understand this sentence, 'What you don't get will always be in turmoil, and those who are favored will have confidence.' His loss of Fusang will become an eternal turmoil."

Listening to such a long story, Xuanyuan Yao rarely felt that what Murong Qianqian said was very reasonable. She seemed to have changed a little, but also seemed not to have changed at all.

Those who don’t get it are always in turmoil, and those who are favored are confident?

His eyes were flashing with blue eyes, and his fingers were entangled in her long hair unconsciously, thinking to himself that this would never be like this between them.

Murong Qianqian sat up straight, then raised her head and looked at Xuanyuan Yao, "Yao Yao, do you think the country is really that important? Is it worth giving up the love of your life for such a piece of land?

However, I don't know if Nan Lingqi likes Fusang. This man is too complicated. What he says is completely different from what he thinks in his heart.

But judging from my sharp eyes, he likes Fusang, but he may have overlooked this. After all, people in love have a slight problem with their IQ."

Xuanyuan Yao: "..."

He did not answer, but frowned slightly, thinking about the weight of "land quack" and "love of his life" in Murong Qianqian's mouth.

Seeing Xuanyuan Yao's silence, Murong Qianqian nuzzled into his arms again, "Well, Yao Yao, you haven't answered my question yet?"

He yawned and said, "Do you think the kingdom thing is really that important? Which one is more important, a lifetime of happiness or bloodless power?"

Hey~ Even if you don't say anything, I also know that Yaoyao is also an emperor, so he must think that the country is more important, but maybe one day, you won't think so.

Hey~ I feel quite sad. What on earth... what is the most important thing in this world? Maybe we won’t understand until we really lose it..."

As he spoke, Murong Qianqian's voice was intermittent, and gradually became quiet like a mosquito.

Xuanyuan Yao lowered his head as he listened to the heavy and steady breathing in his ears. Murong Qianqian's sleeping face was very vivid. She occasionally stretched out her nimble little tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, which was naughty and seductive.

For some reason, Xuanyuan Yao felt that her soft lips were as red as a delicate flower, and her mouth suddenly became dry, so she accidentally lowered her head and kissed her lips.

…

There seemed to be light shining into his eyes.

Murong Qianqian opened her eyes subconsciously, and saw a red sun rising slowly in the east. In an instant, the sparkling water surface reflected a little light.

"Wow~ Sunrise~" Murong Qianqian pointed at the sun and raised her head with excitement, "Yao Yao, look, the sun is coming out..."

Before he finished speaking, the face that caught his eye immediately forced him to hold back his words, and he asked in shock: "Yao Yao, what's wrong with you?"
Chapter completed!