After Xuanyuan Zhirong finished speaking, he had just put the red rope on. He held up Mu Jieyu's wrist tied with the red rope, gently kissed the red rope with an almost pious kiss, and then stretched out his hand. The broad and wide
The sleeves slid down, and Mu Jieyu's strong wrists were placed on the same surface. Two red ropes twisted with gold threads were placed on their wrists. Suddenly, it reminded people of the sentence: A thousand-mile marriage is tied by a thread.
"Do you like it?" Xuanyuan Zhirong raised his head and looked at Mu Jieyu tenderly.
Mu Jieyu reached out and touched the red rope on his wrist. He remained silent for a long time. After a while, he asked softly: "When will I go to the mausoleum to ask for help?"
There is Yongjing between Shanling and Baihua Town, and it would take two days and one night to catch up with him. In Mu Jieyu's memory, Xuanyuan Zhirong seemed not to have left her that long.
"Three days ago." Xuanyuan Zhirong seemed to understand Mu Jieyu's doubts, "I arranged a few good horses on the road, and it only took twelve hours."
Hearing this, Mu Jieyu's eyes suddenly flashed with crystal clear water.
Xuanyuan Zhirong said it in such an understatement, but she knew very well that it only took one day and one night to get from here to Shanngling, and she didn't know how many thousand-mile horses would be killed, and the people who were on the road might not be able to rest for twelve hours.
Tone. And given Xuanyuan Zhirong's physical condition, he ran like this all day and night, spreading the poison all day and night. What made him endure the heart-wrenching pain when the poison attacked and still go back and forth to the tomb without stopping?
A red string was lightly tied around his wrist, and Mu Jieyu suddenly felt that it seemed to be worth a thousand pieces of gold.
The long eyelashes trembled, and a tear fell uncontrollably.
Xuanyuan Zhirong immediately panicked: "Min'er, I'm sorry, I promise you, it's just this once and it won't happen again in the future. Don't cry. You cry so much that my heart is broken."
It was okay not to comfort her at first, but Xuanyuan Zhirong's clumsy comfort made Mu Jieyu's heart even more sour and unbearable. She didn't know how to describe her mood at this time. She was angry that Xuanyuan Zhirong ignored her, but when she thought of the reason why he tormented her
, her heart is both sweet and painful.
How could she refuse such deep affection, how could she annoy him again?
"I'm fine, I'm just happy..." Mu Jieyu stared up at the sky, trying to stop tears from falling.
Xuanyuan Zhirong, who didn't know what Mu Jieyu was thinking, changed the topic at the right time: "Tonight during the Baihua Town Lantern Festival, I will also light up thousands of river lanterns for you."
After Xuanyuan Zhirong finished speaking, he flicked his sleeves and a strong wind swept across. The flower buds and river lanterns in the river suddenly bloomed one after another. Shining fireflies flew out from the blooming lanterns.
And out.
One, two, three...
Thousands of fireflies slowly flew up, lingering on the riverside, flying between the two of them, and the small light outshone the lights hanging by the river.
Mu Jieyu had never seen so many fireflies before. Being among the fireflies, at that moment, Mu Jieyu felt like he was in the nine heavens of the Milky Way.
Everything in the world became a foil at that moment, only she and him were gazing affectionately amidst the flying fireflies.
Xuanyuan Zhirong held Mu Jieyu's wrist, gently but forcefully pulled Mu Jieyu into his arms, hugged Mu Jieyu from behind, watched the flying fireflies with her, and whispered in her ear
Whispering: "Min'er, as long as I can make you smile, even if it's the sun, the moon, the stars, I will hold it in front of you."