Las bellezas de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 145

"Tch! This damned monster." Qingyan curled her lip.

"Oh, if he likes it, he likes it," Mo Yu said casually, glancing up at a certain place in a nonchalant manner. "That old Taoist priest is useless to him; he can't use it anyway. In his hands, the Heavenly Furnace is no different from an ordinary alchemy furnace."

"Uh!" Qingyan's eyes widened instantly. The little pine fox, who was engrossed in its food, also immediately glared at her. They looked at each other, and—cough cough—the same light shone in their eyes, both human and fox.

—So, this thing belongs to us now?

Mo Yu nodded slightly, a sly glint in his eyes. "However, you'll have to deal with him yourselves. I don't care."

No problem, no problem... The master and apprentice nodded vigorously, their eyes crinkling with laughter.

It was late at night, and the rabbit had finished eating. Qingyan nodded sleepily.

Mo Yu took Qing Yan's hand and led her slowly back through the flower field. The moonlight was beautiful; the rich fragrance of the flowers during the day was dampened by the night dew, carrying a misty, elegant scent. The unique, fresh scent emanating from the person beside her quietly and boldly wafted in the tranquil night, subtly enveloping her and bringing her a sense of peace and happiness.

We've arrived. "Fubolou," her little nest.

The two stood in front of the building. Mo Yu reached out and brushed a stray hair from her forehead, looking at her with a smile. His eyes held a tranquility and depth as vast as the ocean. So clear and beautiful.

He reached out and gently pulled her into his arms. "Little girl, welcome out of the shell. From now on, you can't get hurt so easily again. Even if you do, remember I'm here for you."

"Get a good night's sleep, and when you wake up tomorrow, everything will be over." He chuckled and turned to leave.

The people behind them were stunned.

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All sleepiness vanished in an instant. Qingyan stood blankly in front of the small building, watching Mo Yu's dark clothes quickly disappear into the night, a look of shock appearing on her face.

She has always been extremely competitive and appeared very strong. From childhood to adulthood, it seemed that she was the one who bullied others, while no one bullied her. She cherished every relationship so much, and she always instinctively protected those around her.

She was cheerful, mischievous, naughty, and clever. She dared to do whatever she wanted, and most of the time she succeeded. However, no one knew, not even herself, that she was actually afraid of pain. She would always lose the courage to touch anything that had pricked her hand before.

Resentment, hurt... these seemed like extremely distant things to her—not that she couldn't, but that she had almost forgotten she had such rights.

How could I not hate? How could I not be hurt?

Especially when you are hurt by someone you are so close to, so trusting, and so wholeheartedly protecting.

Ever since Gu Shan's betrayal, after realizing Ru Ying's betrayal, she had actually been hiding in her shell. However, her sunny and strong-willed nature prevented her from succumbing to depression. She suppressed her wounds and refused to show them. She thought that as long as she didn't touch them, everything would eventually pass and fade away.

Yuwen Ke's tear in the valley shattered all her protective shell, touched the softest part of her heart, and moved her. But in the blink of an eye, when she was least prepared, it dealt her a heavy blow.

How could one not be hurt? How could one not hate?

She's just not used to hating; she's just not used to showing her hurt; she's just used to happiness, used to sunshine, used to healing alone.

She thought she had hidden it very well, but little did she know, he had always known.

He simply smiled serenely, playing his flute softly, quietly keeping her company. He simply let her play happily, and when she stood at the center of the most terrifying calamity in the world, bewildered and helpless, when she needed him most, he extended a weak yet firm arm. That warmth on that arm transformed into a giant vine, supporting her as she faced the whole world.

A mist gradually rose in Qingyan's eyes. She blinked, curled her lips, and smiled silently.

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"Little girl, welcome out of the little shell. In the future, you must not get hurt so easily again. Even if you do, remember that I am here for you."

Humans are the loneliest creatures in the world. They must grow up alone and face many things in life alone. No matter how close a person is, they cannot replace one's own understanding, growth, and life.

He truly understands.

Therefore, he tolerated her personality, understood her happiness, and indulged her behavior. He truly understood her.

"Master," Qingyan murmured with a soft laugh, burying her face in the snow-white fur of the pine fox, "I'll miss it, really, I'll miss it so much..."

The night was deep, and the light from behind the small building shone through the window, obscuring the fox's face and expression. The two stood silently, seemingly blending into the boundless night of the Valley of No Name.

I really hate to part with it.

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"You brat, give me back my Heavenly Furnace!" A hoarse, furious scream echoed through the sky above Mysterious Valley early in the morning. The maids, terrified, hurriedly moved away.

Mo Yu sat in the pavilion, his eyes lowered, a faint smile on his face, quietly holding a teacup in his hand, the water in the cup not even rippling.

The four fools shrank back, looking timidly at the disheveled old Taoist priest who jumped out from behind the tree. They exchanged glances, then wisely turned their heads away, pretending not to see him.

Qingyan frowned and glanced at the old Taoist priest who rushed towards her with displeasure. "Don't scare my little pine fox. What are you doing so early in the morning?"

"You, you, you!" Mo Gu Zi was so angry that he trembled. He pointed at Qing Yan and said, "Give me back the Heavenly Furnace, and I won't bother you anymore."

"Really? Is that true?" Qingyan asked innocently. "What Heavenly Furnace? What is that?"

"Thump!" Mo Gu Zi tripped and fell.

"Thump thump thump thump!!" All four idiots slid off their chairs.

"Pfft!" Someone sprayed the tea they had just drunk all over the table.

Mo Gu Zi stammered, about to press on with the girl who was lying to his face and acting as if nothing had happened, her skin as thick as a city wall, and continue to ask for her things. Suddenly, her gaze shifted and fell on the things in the girl's hands, and she couldn't help but pale.

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He stared at Qingyan in disbelief, "You, you, you, you actually, actually..."

Qingyan impatiently slapped his hand aside and said unhappily, "What are you pointing at? Can't you see I'm busy?"

Is it easy for her? She's been making demon soup here since early morning, simmering it for hours. It's almost done, and he shouldn't be bothering her like this.