The people around me were looking forward to it with great anticipation.
Liu Guang supported Lingchan and said softly: "Princess, it's a little too noisy here. How about we go to the room to rest first?"
Lingchan narrowed her eyes and inquired quietly: "Everyone is so enthusiastic..."
"Such a genius has not been seen in the world for a long time!" Liu Guang's expression was also a little excited, "You are young, but your cultivation is extraordinary. He is listed as the chief disciple of Wushan... Now, he has killed the big demon... "
"Princess, back then His Highness the Seventh Prince said that he would come to marry you with merit, but within ten years, he really did it!"
It turned out that these admiring looks and fanatical worship were all for Xue Xingchi.
Suddenly, the clouds and mist in the sky dispersed, and golden light broke through the clouds and wind, falling on everyone's face.
Ling Chan raised her head.
A stream of light flew across the sky, and there were many disciples of the immortal sect, led by Xue Xingchi, wearing a wide robe with big sleeves, and a jade belt catching the wind, fluttering like an immortal in the sky.
He stepped on the sword and landed steadily in front of Lingchan.
All eyes were on Xue Xingchi.
Xue Xingchi only had Lingchan in his eyes.
In his chaotic vision, the girl was wearing a crimson gauze skirt. The begonia flowers embroidered on the skirt were brilliant, but not as beautiful as the girl's face.
When she smiled at him, her starry eyes were bright, and he was the only figure in them, looking at him intently.
Seeing this made Xue Xingchi feel hot in his heart.
He suddenly bent down, picked up Ling Chan, held her in his arms, activated the long sword under his feet, and suddenly accelerated into the air.
The feeling of weightlessness came suddenly.
Lingchan let out a short exclamation, and the sound was mixed with the howling wind and fell into Xue Xingchi's ears.
Xue Xingchi laughed loudly, gloating like a child who succeeded in a prank, "Hey, it's been so many years, how dare you?"
Lingchan snorted coldly, stretched out her hand to seal the secret, and deliberately made trouble with Xue Xingchi, hoping to stop the spiritual sword under her feet.
Xue Xingchi refused to let her go and used all his strength to activate the spirit sword.
This was originally Xue Xingchi's sword. Naturally, following Xue Xingchi's words, the spiritual sword flew wantonly in the air, making Chan frown and look unhappy, "Are you going to make trouble for me as soon as you come back?"
Xue Xingchi smiled with squinted eyes, his obsidian eyes filled with unconcealable joy. He wanted to extend his hand to sign Lingchan's sleeve as if to please, but was slapped away by Lingchan.
"I was wrong," Xue Xingchi took a step back and smiled, "I will apologize to you!"
The two stood on the palm-width spiritual sword, relying on their cultivation to be able to make a steady noise. At this moment, Xue Xingchi took a step back, immediately stepped into the air, and fell from the spiritual sword.
Lingchan's pupils shrank and she reached out to catch him.
Xue Xingchi also reached out to her, and then pulled hard, causing Lingchan to fall from the sword and fall into the arms of brother Xue Xingchi.
The wind howled, violently scraping every inch of skin, causing slight pain.
Lingchan tried her best to curl up in Xue Xingchi's arms. Xue Xingchi's green and warm body was like an airtight wall, protecting her securely.
"Are you going crazy again?"
Lingchan was buried in Xue Xingchi's arms, her voice muffled.
Xue Xingchi hugged her tightly and told Lingchan, "I like this feeling so much and I want you to experience it too!"
Lingchan looked up at him. The wind was so strong that a thin mist blew out of Lingchan's eyes in just a moment.
Xue Xingchi frowned, stretched out his hand and pinched it, isolating the strong wind.
He stroked Lingchan's long hair and whispered, "Listen, how quiet it is."
When he said this, Xue Xingchi's eyes were also very quiet. The impetuousness of becoming famous at a young age, and his always frivolous and flamboyant eyes, all calmed down.
There was only the high-pitched scream of the wind in my ears. I closed my eyes, and the warm skin revealed the hot presence of another person.
The spirit sword flew very high.
The human world below seemed so far away that it was another world. Lingchan and Xue Xingchi fell into each other's arms, and the time seemed endless.
Everything turned into nothingness in the intense sense of weightlessness, and was thrown away in the fall. Only the body temperature of another person pressed tightly against Lingchan.
It seems like they will never be separated.
…
Wow——
The two of them slammed into the big lake, and the water waves surrounded them, and they were separated by light blue light waves.
Lingchan's black hair floated in front of Xue Xingchi's eyes. He reached out to hold it and stroked it gently.
No one spoke, the air was gentle and quiet.
"Why are you suddenly crazy?"
Lingchan asked with an indifferent expression.
"Do you want to chat with people there?" Xue Xingchi played with Lingchan's black hair nonchalantly, "There are others to do this kind of thing, so we don't need to waste our time."
"You know that's not what I'm talking about."
Ling Chan raised her upper body dissatisfied, but felt that this position was uncomfortable, so she sat up.
Xue Xingchi was forced to let go of his hair and muttered: "You do this again."
This time he finally said what he had been holding in his heart for a long time, "You don't seem to like me."
Lingchan's long eyelashes trembled and lowered quietly, and the falling shadow covered her eyes.
She was ready to hear a lot of painful confessions, but Xue Xingchi suddenly laughed.
"Why are you so serious?"
He also turned over and sat up, performed a spell, and the two slowly floated up from the lake and landed on the shore.
"I have fulfilled His Majesty's request. I think he will betroth you to me this time!"
Xue Xingchi could convince himself that he didn't care whether Lingchan liked him or not.
It doesn't matter if he doesn't like it, he will work hard, but first, he has to establish their engagement, and he wants Chan to belong to him.
Even if Lingchan always stayed two steps away from him politely, her first reaction when he held her hand was always to struggle, and the look in his eyes was always sober...
It doesn't matter.
They have a long way to go.
[It’s over,] the system groaned and said quietly: [Xue Xingchi, this fool, has fallen into this illusion. Chanchan, do you think he can be saved? 】
[Let me see,] Lingchan sighed, [It’s just a cut scene, how come his brains were cut off? 】
…
When they were falling, Xue Xingchi controlled the direction and fell into the large lake in the palace. There were water drops there, and their clothes were not wet.
Xue Xingchi and Lingchan walked to the main hall of the palace banquet.
As they walked, Xue Xingchi suddenly said: "The first time we met was here."
Lingchan took stock of the environment.
They fell into the harem, which was just a very ordinary palace passage with red tiles and white walls, surrounded by tall poplar trees.
Lingchan was no longer impressed.
Seeing Ling Chan's confused face, Xue Xingchi smiled and added: "You don't know, when I entered the palace, I saw you sitting on this wall."
Her soft little face was bulging, and she was negotiating with the maid in a sweet voice. She was wearing a soft red and white coat.
The emperor's uncle also saw it and said with a smile: "Is this the little princess whom Emperor Yan loves like a treasure? She looks like a New Year painting doll."
Xue Xingchi then understood that the Nianhua doll was like this.
It turns out that normal children look like this.
The world in the eyes of normal people... was very different from his vision.
Recover from memory,
Ling Chanzheng frowned: "Isn't it the first time we met at the palace banquet?"
"It's whatever you say it is." Xue Xingchi smiled.
Lingchan: "..."
Lingchan knew in her heart that the first meeting he mentioned was probably in reality.
The first time Xue Xingchi saw Ling Chan, it was an ordinary palace with simple lines and pale colors. Only Ling Chan's bright and vivid brand was in his eyes.
(End of chapter)
