The bright moon leaves the branches and shocks the magpies, and the breeze sings in the middle of the night. This is exactly the scene.

Youmeng sat on the boat, watching Feng Qiwu skillfully fiddling with the orchid oars at the stern. The boat swayed gently and walked away, passing through the lotus leaves all over the pond, splashing a fragrance of dew.

The boat was getting farther and farther away, and bypassed the foot of a mountain, Youmeng's eyes suddenly lit up: "I thought this was just a pond, but I didn't expect it to be connected to a lake..."

Feng Qiwu was erect and curled her lips and smiled: "People always have to appreciate the broader world before they know that they are frogs in the well."

The wind brings the fragrance of flowers, like the scene in his words. Frogs around him whisper, accompanied by the singing of crickets and cicadas, the water droplets splashed along the way with the boat disturbed the fireflies hiding among the lotus leaves. They kept flying out of the flowers and leaves, emitting clear light, soft and moving, flashing, like stars falling from the mortal world.

The vision gradually became wider, and the light of the bright moon spread out, as if it was covered with a layer of gauze on the lake. From the far view, the water light in the distance reached the sky, the smoke and waves were vast, and the green lotus spread to the sky, adding an endless feeling. Youmeng couldn't help but exclaim: "Oh my God! This place is so beautiful! Just like the fairyland on earth..."

As the breeze passes, Feng Qiwu smiles: "You are sailing with me, if you soar between heaven and earth, and elope to the end of the world, are you willing?"

Youmeng was stunned for a moment and looked back at him. She felt that this beautiful scenery made him look more handsome. She pretended to be proud and smiled: "Although elopement with you may not necessarily have a good result, to be fair, this feels good."

Feng Qiwu suddenly chuckled, lowering her eyes and silently speaking. The orchid oars in her hand brushed the waves, slowly carrying the boat, passing by the row of childish willows and reeds on the shore, and the moonlight shone, painted silver light on the leaves, and the passing eyes was full of poetry and painting.

The lotus flowers in the lake are like graceful girls, crowded among the green leaves of the water, looking up at the moon and stars. Youmeng was drunk by this beautiful summer night, and her eyes were blurred. She immersed her hands in the lake water and passed by, feeling the coolness. When she rose, she scooped the lotus leaves beside her, and picked another lotus flower. The snow-white petals were pink on the tips, as fresh and beautiful as her.

She looked up at the moon, hung her jade hand and held the long stems of the lotus, leaning down to the tip of the nose, closing her eyes comfortably and smelling the fragrance. Feng Qiwu looked at her quietly, and the most natural joy also made him fascinated.

It was nearly fifteen minutes late at night, and a full moon was lying quietly on the lake. The boat crossed the light, and it suddenly scattered. The breeze gathered waves, and the flow of gold and silver flowed, like a shattered starlight in the river...

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Later, when the moon was in the sky, Feng Qiwu put down her orchids and moored her boat in the middle of the lake.

There was a short small square table on the boat, and there were already wine cups. He sat opposite Youmeng, listening to the wind, smelling the fragrance, and drinking lightly on the moonlight.

"Princess, what is your greatest wish?"

"wish?"

“It’s what you want the most or what you want to do the most.”

She fell into deep thought, her smile slowly faded, and she didn't say anything for a long time.

"Is it possible that I wish to win the heart of one person and never get along with each other forever?" He looked at him in a slight joke in his tone, "Maybe most women in the world think so, will the princess fall into clichés?"

She lowered her face softly, as if she was laughing at herself in the hazy moonlight. "Actually... how could I not expect anyone in my heart?" Passionate is a woman's nature, and it is not vulgar or not. "It's just that I like him silently in my heart. I dare not tell him or approach him...or I don't know how to get close to him, so I never dare to think about those things that grow old together after getting close."

He knew it and felt pity: "You are quite free and easy."

She looked at the moon shadow in the cup indifferently. "Whether you say I am free and easy or I am cowardly, I am such a person. Because I am afraid of disappointment, I dare not give myself hope. If I say my greatest wish..." She said a while, and after some weighing, she raised her eyes firmly, "I want to help my mother keep everything she has."

He looked with her and was stunned.
Chapter completed!