Colorful lanterns were hung in front of the shops, on the branches and under the dripping eaves, swaying quietly in the wind, looking like dancing fireflies from a distance.

The market at night was much more lively than the flower viewing party in the afternoon. Pairs of men and women walked together, some holding bunches of camellias in their hands, while others had no bunches at all.

Murong Qianqian was walking alone on the street. Although the markets that were crowded one after another did not make her seem too deserted, she still felt a little sad in her heart.

She thought that the Tenth Princess was really a guy who forgot about his friends. She had just eaten a few chopstick dishes, and before her stomach was full, she kept kicking her feet under the table.

She wanted to pretend not to know, but her kicks became harder and harder. She had to look sadly at the food on the table, and then quietly escaped under the pretext of peeing.

Thinking of the tenth princess who is so wolf-like and tiger-like, if she really cooks the raw rice tonight, will Wuxin come to her with a kitchen knife to avenge her tomorrow?

Although I have never seen Wu Xin fight a little monster, it can be concluded from various rumors that his martial arts is more than enough to defeat a small Murong Qianqian.

Hmm~ What should I do?

As Murong Qianqian walked, she thought of Xuanyuan Yao, and naturally also thought of the message from the tenth princess. The cuckold's message was another serious injury.

It's already so late now, and Yaoyao hasn't appeared yet. I guess he either didn't see the message, or he was sharpening his sword in the room after seeing the message.

Why!

It seemed that there were no peach blossoms in her destiny today, but there were blossoming camellias, because when she came to her senses, her whole body was already buried under camellias.

She quickly picked up the bouquet, and as soon as she exposed her eyes, she saw hundreds of handsome guys standing in front of her, all staring at her with flirtatious looks.

Murong Qianqian really couldn't remember when she took the flowers, let alone when she was followed by a group of handsome guys. She only vaguely remembered that there were flowers in front of her eyes, and she wanted to push them away irritably.

If it had been in the past, Murong Qianqian would have been extremely happy when she encountered this situation, because having a handsome guy pursue her was a sign of her charm and proof of her beauty.

But today, she was not happy at all. Only then did she realize that although there were many people pursuing her, none of them was what she wanted, which was actually a great sadness.

But at the moment, she has no time to feel sad, because I'm afraid if she doesn't give an answer now, these handsome guys will cut her into pieces and divide her equally.

Murong Qianqian thought that since there was no knight around her to protect her, she had to give full play to her great IQ.

She smiled politely, then moved her long hair behind her ears coquettishly, suddenly pointed her finger behind the group of people, and exclaimed: "Plane!"

But - it has no effect.

The handsome guys were still blocking her in front of her like a wall, but some of them had doubts in their eyes, probably because they suspected that there was something wrong with her brain.

Murong Qianqian thought about it for a moment, and suddenly remembered that these ancient people had no idea what an airplane was, so they were indifferent to her words.

After a moment of silence, she lowered her head slightly to gather her emotions, then raised her head, pointed at the group of people behind her in stunned silence, and exclaimed: "Your Majesty!"

These two words worked really well. As soon as he finished speaking, the whole market fell to their knees like dominoes.

"Long live the emperor, long live the emperor~"

Murong Qianqian took advantage of everyone being fooled by her, picked up her skirt and ran forward. Her speed was probably comparable to that of an Asian flying star.

She didn't know how long she had been running, but she felt that the surroundings had become unusually quiet, and then the light in front of her eyes became darker and darker, so she stopped.

When I looked up and took a closer look, I was already in the sea of ​​camellias. I didn't know which corner of the sea of ​​flowers it was. There was not a single person in sight.

The winter night was a bit cold, and the surrounding area was extremely cold, which made Murong Qianqian shiver.

But she thought that when she returned to the market, she would see pairs of lovers and be followed by a group of men who looked like wolves and tigers, so she gritted her teeth and decided to stay here.

She lifted up her skirt, sat down against a tall camellia tree, raised her head slightly and looked at the sky like a curtain.

It's a pity that there are no stars or moon in such a night, but fortunately the lights in the market make half of the sky white, so it won't be too monotonous.

The camellias still bloom brightly at night, and the layers of petals are like an unsolvable mystery. From this perspective, it is similar to love.

Murong Qianqian picked up a camellia from the ground. According to folklore, when the camellia withers, its petals never fall off piece by piece. It always falls in one piece, which symbolizes ideal love.

She doesn't understand. What is the most ideal love? One that will always be by your side until the end of your life?

Maybe unrequited love is always defined as pitiable, Murong Qianqian felt a little sad in her heart, she thought, pursuing Xuanyuan Yao is really a long and bumpy journey.

She looked at the sky, and before her eyes, there was a faint smile on his lips, so gentle and elegant, yet exuding a sense of insurmountable distance.

She always felt that she was very close to Xuanyuan Yao, and she also always felt that as long as she got closer, he would get closer to her.

But now, she wonders if she was wrong.

Yaoyao took the initiative to hold her, hug her, and kiss her, but he did not take the initiative to tell her that he liked her. However, he must have said it to Meng Fei, and those words must have been beautiful and sweet words.

At this moment, Murong Qianqian suddenly remembered that when Meng Fei was accidentally knocked into the water, Xuanyuan Yao acted so nervous, and towards her...

She took a deep breath and thought to herself that Yaoyao would not come. Even if the tenth princess left a message saying that she was having a tryst with another man, he would not care because he had never been distracted by her.

Her eyes began to feel sore, and her vision was blurred by a layer of mist. Murong Qianqian sniffed and raised her head desperately.

The cold wind blew through the flowers, making a soft rustling sound.

Just when Murong Qianqian was secretly sad, a tall figure walked slowly in the darkness, approaching her step by step, smelling her fragrance floating in the air bit by bit.

In the weak light, I couldn't see the man's face clearly, but I could only feel that the two eyes were of a faint blue color, as gentle as the sea.
Chapter completed!