"Be good, close your eyes and rest!"

Murong Ye's face turned red when Ruoxue saw him, but he still insisted not to tell her.

Ruoxue was so angry that she was so self-righteous. She didn't want to sleep and said angrily:

"Then you should tell me why I'm here?"

In contrast to Ruoxue's annoyance, Murong Ye still had a gentle look on his face and said softly:

"This is Zifengxuan!"

Ruoxue did not believe that such a good-tempered person, who made people bathe in the warmth of the spring breeze, was such a despicable villain, but the uncle had indeed disappeared.

Forget it, I’ve survived so many days and nights anyway, let’s rest first, it won’t be too late for these few days

Ruoxue closed her eyes and began to force herself to rest. Maybe she hadn't slept for several days, and soon she fell asleep.

Looking at the sweet sleeping eyes like a child, the eyelashes resting on the petals like butterfly fans, and the bright red mouth like a cherry, Murong Ye couldn't help but bend down and prepare to kiss the goddess he had been waiting for a thousand years, but he was stopped by her.

Sudden murmuring stopped

Murong Ye clearly heard what she kept saying:

"Beside the Qingjiang River, the fragrance of flowers is floating, neon clothes are dancing, walking on the morning dew, looking for fragrance on the clear water, the sound of nature is lingering, the orchid flute is playing, it is unique from the past and the present, and the heart returns at dawn."

A moment of emotion reminded Murong Ye of the sweet and romantic past between him and her. He would wait and wait patiently. When she fell in love with him as much as he loved her heart, the most beautiful kiss was the soul-melting kiss.

Focusing on Ruoxue's sleeping face, Murong Ye's memory began to go back to a long, long time ago. What happened by the Qingjiang River that year seemed like just yesterday.

The morning light bathed the snow-capped mountains. He stood on the top of a high mountain and practiced the magical skill of wind control. Thousands of miles around were shrouded in his sense of wind. Suddenly he saw the most beautiful picture: beneath the snow-capped mountains, the Qingjiang River winding like a blue ribbon.

To the end of the field of vision, the riverside is green with green grass and the fragrance of wild flowers. On the crystal clear water, there is a slim woman, dressed in gorgeous neon clothes, with flying skirts, and the graceful dance of green silk threads is like the spring breeze blowing the flower buds, the cool breeze blowing

Over the lotus tip, the autumn wind spreads the fragrance of rice, and the cold wind rolls up the white snow

What kind of charming woman must she be? He had to go down to the foot of the mountain to see the beauty with his own eyes. He flew down, stepped on the morning dew on the green grass, and walked towards the river intoxicated.
Chapter completed!