"Zhi'er, you're awake?" someone below called out again. "Quickly open the window and look."
Xuezhi still dared not move, fearing that what she was hearing was a hallucination.
"Don't stay in bed too long, or everything will be blown away when the wind picks up! Open the window quickly!"
Xuezhi quickly stood up and flung open the window.
The spring breeze is warm, and the cherry blossoms are fragrant.
Water floats on the horizon, and flowers bloom red like clouds. In the distance, there are boundless mountains, forests, and streams, with buildings standing tall and silent. Nearby, there are vast groves of cherry blossoms.
In the spacious backyard of Chaoxuelou, there was a huge snowflake.
Snowflakes made of cherry blossoms and petals.
The person standing in the center of the snowflakes was dressed in white. His deep black hair and light blue sash fluttered in the spring breeze. The spring sun shone brightly; he shielded his eyes from the sunlight with the back of his hand, squinting as he looked up at her.
Do you like it?
Xuezhi stared blankly at the scene before her, and at the huge pink snowflake, momentarily unable to process what she was seeing.
"Zhi'er!"
"Huh, huh?"
"Zhi'er".
"I am here."
Let's get married.
Xuezhi was clearly out of sync with the situation, simply leaning against the window frame and staring blankly down below: "...What?"
Shangguan Tou smiled, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and flew gracefully to the second-floor window. He scooped Xuezhi up in his arms as if he were robbing someone, then flew over the balcony and gently landed in the center of the snowflakes.
She looked up at his face, and at his amber pupils in the sunlight.
"Why are you crying?" Shangguan Tou wiped away her tears and gently kissed the corner of her eye. "I know you've been driven crazy by me these past hundred days, but I've also been enduring a lot of hardship. The doctor said you were poisoned by a strange toxin, and after it's cured, you can't have too many emotional fluctuations, especially not get excited. Otherwise, you won't recover and you'll easily get a fever."
Xuezhi had stopped crying, but after he said that, her mouth twitched and she burst into tears again.
"Zhi'er, don't cry, don't cry. I know you've suffered a lot..." He held her tightly in his arms, rocking her like a child. "After we get married, no one will be able to bully you anymore. No matter what you plan to do in the future, I will be with you."
"I don't want to!" Xuezhi looked up, her tears still flowing, but she already had a fierce expression on her face.
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"I'm serious. Even if you plan to develop Chonghuo Palace into a demonic sect and become a female demon, I will go to hell with you."
Meanwhile, outside Luoyang city.
People came and went, including many dressed in strange and unusual clothes. The two men under the trees on the left side of the city were the most heavily concealed. They were both dressed in blue robes, wearing bamboo hats and black veils covering their faces. The taller one even covered his hands and neck with black veils, so that no part of his skin was exposed to the air from head to toe.
"A demon? You mean Chong Xuezhi? Haha, her?" The one who spoke was the shorter one, with a shrill voice, clearly a woman. "Her father is indeed a demon, a great demon who kills without shedding blood. But Chong Xuezhi, absolutely no chance."
"That's true. If we're talking about female demons, you're more like it." The taller voice was neither male nor female, yet very pleasant. It belonged to the person who had appeared simultaneously in the secret passage of Mount Hua and Fengcheng. "By the way, are you sure Xia Qingmei has gone mad with demonic possession?"
"Xia Qingmei's skills are barely enough for fighting in the arena and putting on a show at the Heroes' Gathering. But, cultivating the 'Lotus Wings'? The Heroes' Gathering has such a long history, how many number one masters have emerged? And how many have actually mastered the 'Lotus Wings'?"
"To cultivate the Hibiscus Heart Sutra, one must kill one's beloved. It's also possible that he killed the wrong person."
"He killed the wrong person?" The woman chuckled dryly. "How could he possibly kill the wrong person?"
"Thinking about it, how many people in this world can actually achieve this? Hahahaha." Because he was afraid of attracting attention, he lowered his voice and suppressed his trembling body, even his laughter became sinister. "However, his cultivation going astray is not good for either of us."
"What are you still worried about? What you should be worried about is that there is still someone in the world who has the ability to control the 'Lotus Wings'."
The man asked nervously, "Who is it?"
"Shangguan Tou".
"So you mean him." The man breathed a sigh of relief. "You think he's good because you like him. If one day you stop liking him, he'll be nothing."
"I'm just stating the facts," the woman scoffed. "As long as I have him, I don't care if he's capable or not."
"The person he likes is Chong Xuezhi. Are you confident you can win against her?"
"Kill him, and that would solve everything?"
The man laughed, patted her shoulder lightly, and then laughed sarcastically, "Hahaha, as expected of my daughter, marrying a man into the family."
At this moment, in the backyard of Chaoxuelou.
"Who said that? I don't want to marry you!" Xuezhi slapped Shangguan Tou's hand away.
"Not marrying...?" Shangguan Tou seemed to be struggling to process those two words, then he lowered his head with a wronged expression and touched Xuezhi's belly. "Son, what should we do if your mother doesn't want to marry your father?"
Xuezhi couldn't help but chuckle.
Shangguan Tou continued, pointing at her belly, "Look, your mother is smiling. She clearly likes your father very much, but she still refuses to marry him."
Xuezhi said sternly, "I won't marry him!"
"marry."
"I won't marry him!"
"Chong Xuezhi, listen carefully." Shangguan Tou stood up straight and once again domineeringly pulled her back into his arms. "When I said we should get married, I wasn't asking you, and you don't need to answer yes or no. There's only one thing you need to do, which is to say to me: 'Husband, I love you so much.'"
"dream!"
Shangguan Tou gently leaned close to her ear and whispered, "My wife, I love you too."
"It's so cheesy." Xuezhi shuddered. "It's disgusting."
"I still remember my wife's confession when she was seriously injured. It wasn't cheesy or disgusting at all."
Xuezhi's face flushed red: "Don't even think about it!"
"I can't forget it."
Xuezhi tilted her head back, pinched his cheeks with both hands, and rubbed them a couple of times despite their lack of flesh: "You're just good at talking. The doctor said not to let me get emotional, but you deliberately made me angry and then ignored me."
“Look, your injury has already healed. Our baby is doing well too.” Shangguan Tou smiled with a hint of sadness. “Besides… if I really understood your feelings that well, I wouldn’t have missed you for three years.”
Xuezhi's eyes welled up with tears again: "How dare you say that... I saw that the flowers on the windowsill were gone, and I thought you had left again."
"So you like those flowers." He gently patted her head. "If you like them, I'll pick one for you every day and put it in a vase for a hundred years."
"We'll all be dead in a hundred years."
"Then when you are reincarnated, you must marry the person who puts flowers on your windowsill every day."
"He's making things up again."
Xuezhi punched him lightly and turned her head away.
At that moment, a spring breeze blew by, swirling up hundreds of petals from the ground, and the fragrance of flowers spread even more intensely around them. Shangguan Tou stared intently at Xuezhi, his eyes like a bottomless pool of clear water, her eyebrows delicately arched, and her lips as red as cherries in the cold winter.
He still can't believe she's his.
He probably didn't even realize he was smiling. He simply put his arm around her waist, cupped her head in his other hand, and kissed her passionately.
Red windows and painted curtains. Snow-covered towers and soaring eaves.
They embraced amidst the fragrance and shadows of flowers, and the world seemed to shrink in an instant, becoming so small that it consisted only of the backyard of a small pavilion.
That spring was like a magnificent dream.
Author's Note: More shocking content, please bear with it...
I'm hitting a bottleneck today, so I'm smashing my computer.
Me: I can't stand it! I always hit a roadblock when I write scenes where the male and female protagonists are in love!
Mom: Why write about the male and female protagonists? Write about me!
I:……
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A few days later.
Xueyan teaches.
Outside the window, the sun shone brightly, and forsythia blossoms bloomed in patches of gold in the corridors and pavilions. Yuan Shuangshuang, however, was completely oblivious to all this vibrant scene.
The windows were covered with black cloth. She sat in meditation in the practice room, her head covered in sweat and her face pale.
She wore only a plain dress, her hair casually tied in a bun, completely unadorned. It had been many years since she had left herself so unpretentious; without makeup, the marks of time were mercilessly etched on her face. Her former radiance had vanished; she had become an ordinary woman.
At that moment, someone gently knocked on the door:
"Master, dinner is ready."
Yuan Shuangshuang did not reply.
"The leader?"
Silence remained.
"Master, are you there? It's time for dinner..."
"Get out!" Yuan Shuangshuang suddenly raised her voice, "All of you, get out!"
With a creak, a long, thin beam of light streamed through the crack in the door, and a woman's voice came from outside: "Senior sister, don't go..."
At that moment, the softest and most delicate voice came:
"What happened to the cult leader?"
At the same moment she heard that voice, Yuan Shuangshuang seemed to come back to life. She suddenly stood up and ran towards the door, calling out, "Feng Zi, Feng Zi, my Feng Zi, come in quickly..."
At that moment, the door opened.
A tall and graceful figure appeared in the doorway. She was backlit, enveloped by the spring colors outside, and her face possessed the youthfulness of early spring and the beauty of spring flowers.
Yuan Shuangshuang took her hand, pulled her into the training room, and then slammed the door shut, ignoring the female disciples behind her.
Feng Zi said softly, "Sect Leader, why do you look so pale?"