201, drunk in the fireworks in the night sky
When she saw Han Jing, Yang Feng gave her a gentle smile.
At this time, it was already dark, and the lights were on elsewhere. She leaned against the door frame and stared at the ice coffin. Her face was the white of the cool moon in the sky, which was particularly desolate and listless. I saw his smile but was too lazy to respond.
"Today is the founding day of Nanmo, and fireworks will be set off to celebrate. Shall we go to see it?"
His eyes were extremely gentle and with wet and shining **. Obviously, he was inquiring, but he was forcibly dragged away without waiting for Han Jing's statement.
"Wait, my name is Yun." After being dragged a few steps, Han Jing stopped and turned to look at the house where Ye Guyun lived.
The room is so quiet that there is no sound.
"He is either not here or out. Let's go." Yang Feng said and pushed Han Jing out of the door. He doesn't want Ye Guyun's tail to follow.
In the room, in the open window, Ye Guyun stood straight like a knife, holding the bloody knife in his arms. He quietly watched Han Jing being taken away by Yang Feng without any intention of stopping her.
He has natural hostility to Yang Feng, but Han Jing likes Yang Feng, and he doesn't want to cause trouble to her. Silence is his best protection for her.
Just now, Han Jing looked lonely, and he was distressed, but he couldn't find a way to comfort him. He is not a comforting person, so it's okay to let Yang Feng take her out for a walk. He told himself that he stood like a fossil and watched Han Jing's figure disappear from the crack of the window and her voice disappear into the noise outside the door.
I heard a crackling sound outside before, but Han Jing was too lazy to care what it was doing. When she went out, she found that it was really lively outside. Clusters of fireworks in the square outside the gate of the Royal Palace in Nanmo rose into the air, reflecting the sky above, and the crowd in the square cheered continuously.
In the boiling crowd, Han Jing's dull mood flew with the rise of fireworks and bloomed into the most beautiful form, and her face gradually smiled. The pale face has a rosy color.
Yang Feng held her hand and his eyes never left her face. Seeing that she was in a better mood, he immediately suggested with great interest: "We watched fireworks in a special place last year, right?"
"Where?"
"You will know when you arrive."
"You still pretend to be mysterious!" Han Jing said with a smile. At this time, she was completely a girl immersed in love, and could not see a trace of domineering publicity before the Xuan Temple branch hall during the day.
Looking at Han Jing's delicate side with infatuation, Yang Feng's heart was faintly uneasy. It feels strange that what will happen and let him lose her. The protection he has done around her is not strict, and it is not appropriate for the people and things she sees to be isolated. Before his relationship with Han Jing is exposed, his marriage with Yuan Qinglin will not be taken out to chew his tongue, and he is also considering resolving his marriage with Yuan Qinglin.
Yuan Qinglin is not comparable to Han Jing, but her talent for refining medicine is very good. Of course, this is not enough to make Yang Feng hesitate to solve the marriage. The Yang family has a pharmacist. The key is that her family is the pharmacist family that existed before the fall of Xuan Shinto. Today, the main room of the main temple of the Temple of Medicine is the daughter of the Yuan family. It can be said that this is a win-win marriage. Not only will he hesitate, but it is difficult for the family behind him to agree to dissolve the marriage.
Walking side by side on the slate road illuminated by fireworks, the branches and leaves on both sides of the road floated to their feet. When it wanted to fly up with the wind and stepped on it with a mischievous foot, Yang Feng looked at her with doting eyes and smiled.
The night wind is a little cold, and Han Jing's hands are colder. Her ice body temperature is lower than that of ordinary people, which is normal. Yang Feng was restless today, but he was a little suspicious and felt that her smile was not true.
Another cluster of fireworks rushed into the square, and the earth seemed to shake for it. Han Jing looked up and saw the magnificent brilliance of fireworks blooming in the air. Two crystal tears suddenly fell from her delicate face.
"My mother said that she would take me to the imperial capital to see fireworks."
"Oh, didn't I have time to bring you here?"
"After saying that, my mother became ill and became more and more ill. Later, she couldn't even get up. She asked her brothers to take me to see the fireworks. I don't want it. I insisted on waiting for my mother to recover and bring me."
The low sobs sounded, and Han Jing's beautiful face showed a sad look, with a sad beauty that was not commensurate with her age, which made Yang Feng have the illusion that she suddenly grew up, and the feeling of uneasiness was stronger.
"Go slowly. Let's let Feng'er take it." After interrupting Han Jing's memorial, Yang Feng took her to the back of Huofeng.
On the ground, there were a pair of resentful eyes staring in the direction they were going. She gave the order in a cold and low voice: "Notify the wind shadow that they have passed."
Fly into the air, the vision is widened, and the whole dome-shaped canopy is like a colorful velvet curtain under the reflection of fireworks, painted with gorgeous flowers one after another.
"Wow! This is so beautiful! Look at what that flaming flower looks like?" Han Jing was amazed.
"I don't look."
"Why don't you come up?"
"Look at you."
"Nonsense. Look, I have to fly to the sky. I'm not afraid of falling down and killing you."
"Look at the fireworks, I look at you."
"Do I look better than fireworks? If you dare to say such ridiculous lies, I will kick you down."
"You are thousands of times more beautiful than fireworks."
"How dare you ignore my threat? I really kicked you down!"
"To be honest, don't be afraid."
There are no continuous love words, but simple words make Han Jing so sweet that she can brew nectar in her heart. She glanced at Yang Feng angrily and squatted into his arms with shame.
What's wrong with the fire phoenix taking the excited medicine? She flew very high and flew very fast. She also went back on her own initiative and circled between the fireworks over the square.
"Feng'er, don't be naughty, or Jing will pull out your hair to make roast chicken!" Yang Feng threatened with a smile. His contract partner is more afraid of Jing than him, which is too interesting.
With a clear sound, Huofeng circled back from the fireworks in order to express her dissatisfaction.
The night wind brushed the clothes and hunted, and the flowing clouds floated from below, and the twinkling stars seemed to be within reach above the head. The colorful flames bloom at a similar height, as if they were flying through the sea of flowers.
Han Jing screamed, not afraid, but excited screaming. Her face is full of that kind of intoxicating beauty, as well as the special flying and freeness that belongs to her.
"It's so beautiful. Hey, Feng'er, hurry up and fly back there!"
"Oh, I love you so much."
"Fireworks are rushing up over there again. Go over there."
For forgetting to be in the flames, Yang Feng looked at the excited Hanjing, impulsively raised her chin and covered it, kissed wildly and hot, leaving hot kisses on her skinned face.
Kissing at this high altitude is still technically difficult, and especially tests her psychological endurance. Han Jing screamed in horror. She only felt that her body suddenly lost gravity. The sky curtain with painted flowers disappeared, the stars disappeared, and there were only Yang Feng's eyes that were brighter and deeper than the stars.
In his eyes brighter than the stars, there is a breathtaking shadow, which is her shadow. She looked seriously at the face that belonged to herself, which was so perfect that she could not find even a trace of flaws - at least she thought so. That face was simply a masterpiece of God, which made her heartbeat stagnate!
In his eyes, he is perfect! This idea made her so happy that she wanted to fly. If she hadn't been surrounded by his firm and powerful arms, she would have floated out and danced like a feather to the wind.
"I saw a shadow in your eyes, mine." After a long kiss, she took a long breath and said stupidly. The cute, sweet, quiet smile makes the fireworks gloomy.
"It's perfect, your shadow." Yang Feng said with determination that his eyes were glued to the beauty of the quiet blooming smile, and there was a feeling of holding her until the end of time.
I felt that Yang Feng's praise was too plain, far from the love letters written by the third brother. Han Jing deliberately said, "Maybe it's an illusion."
"I love you." All the love words were automatically blocked at this moment, and Yang Feng only felt that only these three words could represent his heart at this moment.
These three words made Han Jing drunk and drunk. No longer care that his love words are not lingering enough, the words are not gorgeous and touching enough, and willingly let his body and mind fall into his breath. She slightly opened her mouth to welcome the domineering and flexible tip of her tongue, which was entangled like glue.
The naughty phoenix circled back again and passed through a cluster of bright fireworks. The fireworks that lit up the whole night sky made their bodies seem to melt and fully integrated into the blazing light.
"Daw! Why are they still here!"
On the ground, the resentful voice sounded again, gritting its teeth.
Next to, there was a hoarse voice hidden in the shadow and said, "The fire phoenix is too fast. If it doesn't go around to play, the wind shadow may not be ready in time. It's better for them to play here for a longer time, just to let Fengying prepare calmly. The master might as well go and wait for them.
"Waiting to listen to the little bitch's J bed while the two dogs are having sex!" The vicious voice said viciously.
The voice in the shadow did not speak.
After a moment of silence, the woman who made a resentful voice hidden in the black-headed cloak quietly retreated. The direction is exactly the direction where the fire phoenix first flew away.
In the sky, the fire phoenix has played enough, and it is also boring to play alone without the shrill of Han Jing, carrying the kissing couple into the depths of the night sky.
Where the fireworks are far away, the light gradually fades, and the scenery hides its original appearance in the night veil, like demons and monsters that come out at night.