Die Landschaft ist wie ein Gemälde

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Si Kou Xunxiang reached out and pulled Zi Jin into his arms, holding her tightly. He gently stroked her back and coaxed her softly, "Don't talk nonsense, go back first..."

"No! Don't leave me alone! Don't leave me alone! I won't pay her back! I won't pay her back! I'd rather die than let her pay me back!" Zi Jin tightly hugged Si Kou Xunxiang's waist, and without saying a word, her burning lips pressed against his cold lips. She fiercely bit his cold lips and his slightly cool tongue.

Si Kou Huanxiang glanced at the artificial hill in the distance, offering a slight resistance. This slight resistance filled Zi Jin's heart with despair and panic; she fiercely bit her cool lips, seeking a sense of security. When he met Zi Jin's eyes, filled with despair, Si Kou Huanxiang paused slightly, a sudden unease rising within him. Then, he stopped struggling, gently responding and comforting the person in his arms.

As if encouraged, Zi Jin deftly began to unbutton Si Kou Huan Xiang's robes. A slight chill ran through him, and Si Kou Huan Xiang realized his robes had been undone by Zi Jin. He grabbed her hand, which she had used to light the fire, and breathed heavily, "Stop fooling around...you go back first..."

Seeing Sikou Huanxiang frantically pulling at his robes to cover himself, Zi Jin's eyes instantly reddened. She lunged at him, and Sikou Huanxiang, unable to support himself, fell into the flower bushes together. As if she had a grudge against those clothes, Zi Jin fiercely tore at Sikou Huanxiang's garments.

Si Kou Xunxiang finally sensed that something was wrong with Zi Jin, and obediently lay down on the spot, no longer resisting or struggling. His hand gently stroked Zi Jin's back, and he whispered in her ear, "Don't be afraid...don't be afraid..."

Under the moonlight, Si Kou Huanxiang's jade-like face was filled with heartache, his gentle eyes brimming with self-reproach, finally causing Zi Jin to burst into tears. Si Kou Huanxiang felt a dull ache in his heart. He gently kissed the brow, forehead, eyes, cheeks, and lips of the person he held tightly in his arms, kissing away the tears on her face and in her eyes: "If you want me... I'll give myself to you... Don't cry... Don't cry..."

Under Si Kou Huanxiang's tender kisses, Zi Jin's breathing became heavier, and her whole body trembled. She lowered her head without hesitation and kissed Si Kou Huanxiang's parted cherry lips, her hands roaming over Si Kou Huanxiang's nearly naked body.

"Um……"

Seeing Zi Jin's emotional expression, Si Kou Xunxiang's reservations gradually faded, and his dark eyes became tinged with desire. A doting smile appeared on his lips. He held Zi Jin's nape with one hand, while his other hand deftly removed the restraints from her body, tracing the fabric of her smooth, delicate skin.

The bright moonlight had quietly hidden away, and the tall flower bushes concealed the two figures entwined in love. Their soft breaths and moans filled the air with an intoxicating sense of affection.

The soft moonlight stretched the silhouette of Prince Anle behind the artificial hill. He closed his eyes tightly, his long eyelashes trembling slightly with each breath. His hands gripped the large rock beside him tightly, sharp fragments of stone piercing his palms without him noticing.

After an unknown amount of time, Zi Jin collapsed into Si Kou Xun Xiang's arms. The days of running around and worry, coupled with these repeated acts of lovemaking, left her drenched in sweat, exhausted, and too tired to even lift her eyelids.

Sikou Xunxiang wrapped Zi Jin tightly in his robe, casually draped his tattered outer robe over himself, carefully picked up Zi Jin, glanced at the artificial hill not far away, and then walked into the side hall.

Si Kou Xunxiang gently placed Zi Jin on the bed. He tried to get up, but Zi Jin reached out and grabbed him.

"Don't go..."

Si Kou Xunxiang gently kissed Zi Jin's furrowed brows: "Don't be afraid, I won't leave. Your body needs to be cleaned up..."

"You're not allowed to go anywhere," Zi Jin said willfully, wrapping her arms around Si Kou Xunxiang's waist.

Si Kou Huanxiang didn't struggle, but lay down naturally, draping a thin blanket over Zi Jin. He pulled her into his arms with one hand, while his other hand gently massaged her waist. Zi Jin, her eyes closed, sighed softly in comfort, wrapping her arms around Si Kou Huanxiang's waist. Listening to his steady heartbeat, a wave of weariness and deep drowsiness washed over her…

Love and hate leave no trace, deep affection is hard to wait for; the descendants of the gods, three generations of marriage and resentment, when will they be able to sing the lament of old age together? (Part 1)

When shall we play the Ballad of White Hair (Part 1) As dusk falls, the fine afterglow shines into this deserted side hall, and the faint sound of joyful Chinese music makes the side hall seem even more desolate.

King Anle sat silently by the bed, gazing intently, unblinking, at the sleeping figure with a faint smile on his lips. He had been sitting there for an unknown amount of time, his snow-white robes now creased with wrinkles. After a long while, as if remembering something, he hurriedly glanced out the window, frantically pulling at his robes, smoothing out the wrinkles, and tidying his hair. Only when he was completely satisfied with his appearance did he sit down again.

After a long while, he slowly, very slowly, reached out his hand, which hovered in mid-air for a long time before finally reaching for Zi Jin's shoulder.

In her sleep, Zi Jin whimpered in pain and reached out to touch the person beside her, only to find them icy cold. She opened her eyes with a start, but didn't see anyone familiar. Zi Jin sat up abruptly and saw a figure standing against the light near the window.

Zi Jin breathed a soft sigh of relief and called out softly, "Xiao Bai..."

Prince Anle slowly closed his eyes, concealing the pain in his heart. He turned around little by little, a mocking smile playing on his lips: "Looking for your brother?"

"It's you!" Zi Jin's joyful face instantly turned cold. Without thinking, she jumped out of bed, glanced at the clothes she was already dressed in, and looked at the person by the window with a wary expression. "Where is he?"

"Oh? Are you asking about your brother?... He can't care about you right now. Judging by the time, he's probably holding a grand ceremony, worshipping heaven and earth." Prince Anle leaned against the window and said with a faint smile.

The extremely soft sound, like a colossal boulder, pressed down on Zi Jin's chest without warning or mercy, causing excruciating pain and making her feel as if she were dying.

Zi Jin suddenly looked at the dim yellow light outside the window, her face instantly turning pale. Without thinking, she rushed outside.

Seeing Zi Jin walk away, Prince Anle seemed to have his life force drained away in an instant. He leaned weakly against the window, slowly closing his eyes. His long eyelashes concealed his thoughts, and the dim light made his bloodless, beautiful face appear almost transparent.

Wherever they went, the majestic dragon pillars were wrapped in fiery red silk. Before the sun had even set, red lanterns were already hanging high everywhere, and the palace servants all wore half-length red silk belts around their waists, showing the joy of their master.

On the high platform of the main hall, a perfect couple, dressed in dazzling red robes, walked step by step into the main hall, holding intertwined red silk ribbons.

What kind of red is this? What a heart-wrenching red, as if a divine weapon were piercing straight to the soul, leaving no way to cry for help.

Zi Jin held her breath, suppressing the burning heat churning in her heart… So… you really did do it willingly? You were so, so eager to marry her? Didn’t you say… didn’t you say you wouldn’t leave? Didn’t you say, didn’t you say you would marry me? Didn’t you say you would be with me, forever and ever? All those things you said… don’t count anymore?

"First bow to Heaven and Earth."

"Paying homage to our ancestors twice."

"couple……"

"Wait!" A startled voice shattered the festive atmosphere.

The bride and groom turned around in surprise, and the bride's veil slowly fell to the ground. Both of them had expressions of astonishment and confusion on their faces.

Everyone in the hall turned to look at the person standing at the entrance.

Zi Jin looked at the two of them expressionlessly and walked towards them step by step, but the clenched fists under her sleeves betrayed her feelings at that moment.

Zi Jin stopped five steps away from the newlyweds. She looked up at the man in the groom's wedding robe. His skin was almost transparent, as clear as crystal. His long, silvery-white silk hair cascaded down to his knees like a waterfall. Thick, long eyelashes covered his dark, jade-like eyes. The fiery red wedding robe was draped gently over his body, highlighting his captivating charm.

Aside from his silver hair, he now looks remarkably similar to the Phoenix Palace of yesteryear… but back then… back then I didn’t know to cherish him, to cherish such a person who was like a painting. But back then… I didn’t know that from the moment I saw him, I had already fallen in love with him.

Partings and reunions, life and death, comings and goings, in the end, though I've returned here, there's no longer a chance... no more chance to hold his hand...

After a long while, a faint smile appeared on Zi Jin's face. She looked into Si Kou Xunxiang's eyes and said softly, "In that case, I will only ask you one question."

Si Kou Xunxiang did not raise his eyes: "Ask." His cold voice was devoid of any emotional fluctuation.

Zi Jin stared intently into Si Kou Xunxiang's eyes and slowly asked, "You... did you come to today's wedding voluntarily?"

"Yes." The familiar voice answered without hesitation.