La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 50

"Wuxia, what brings you here?"

Feng Xue pouted and said coquettishly, "Cousin Wuhen, I don't want to practice the zither anymore, it's so hard to play!"

"Wuxia, you must be thinking about something while you're practicing!" Jun Wuhen shook his head helplessly and sighed, "Practicing the zither requires complete focus."

"Oh—" Feng Xue responded, her eyes darting around the room. Soul-Deepening Pill… Soul-Deepening Pill…

"Cousin Wuhen, I heard about a very strange pill today. I heard it can cure all poisons in the world. I think it's called something like Soul Pill. Do you know about it, cousin?"

Jun Wuhen's blue eyes narrowed slightly, a glint of blue light flashing within them, "Dew Soul Pill."

"Yes! It's the Soul Dew Pill!" Feng Xue blinked, feigning curiosity. "Does the Soul Dew Pill really exist?"

Jun Wuhen nodded.

"Does Cousin Wuhen have any Soul-Dew Pills?"

Jun Wuhen stared straight into her eyes, then suddenly smiled. "Wuxia, come here. Your cousin will tell you where to find the Soul-Dew Pill."

"Really?" Feng Xue raised her eyebrows happily and skipped over to Jun Wuhen.

Jun Wuhen leaned down, his warm breath brushing against her earlobe. Suddenly, he gently bit her earlobe and said in an extremely hoarse voice, "Kiss me, and I'll tell you."

Feng Xue blushed, a little flustered: "Cousin Wuhen, what's wrong with you today?"

"Today, Prince Pingyan is taking a concubine, and I worry that my woman will be unhappy. But—"

Feng Xue's heart sank slightly.

"I never expected her to come to me in person."

Feng Xue was startled and tried to back away, but he held her tightly with one arm and tore open her face with the other. Feng Xue frowned slightly.

Jun Wuhen gently kissed her chin, his blue eyes filled with pity and apology.

"Yun'er, I'm sorry, I was too rough."

Her heart skipped a beat, and Feng Xue quickly turned her face away and pushed him away forcefully.

"The martial arts created by Elder Juechen are indeed remarkable!" Jun Wuhen chuckled. Suddenly, he said seriously, "Yun'er, do you want the Soul-Dew Pill?"

Feng Xue hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Kiss me, and I'll give it to you." He pointed to his lips.

Feng Xue was taken aback, then her eyes suddenly lit up. "Really?!"

Jun Wuhen said helplessly, "If I don't give it to you, you'll probably try to take it by force. I don't want to hurt you then, so I'll just have to give it to you. Since I'm giving it to you anyway, I might as well let me have a taste of the sweetness."

Feng Xue stepped forward and, seeing his expectant gaze, tiptoed and lightly touched his lips like a butterfly fluttering by. Before she could even steady herself, Jun Wuhen immediately kissed her deeply, gently nibbling at her lips.

He didn't release her until she couldn't breathe, and said with satisfaction, "That's what a kiss is."

When Feng Xue came to her senses, she noticed a small box in her clenched palm. Opening it, she found a black pill inside. It was the Soul-Dew Pill.

She stared blankly at Jun Wuhen and asked, "Aren't you going to ask me what I came here for?"

"If you want it, I'll give it to you."

Those few words resonated deeply within her. She felt a warmth within her, washing away the coldness that Situ Xingyun had brought her.

Feng Xue smiled sweetly, her eyes shining like stars.

"Thanks."

Jun Wuhen frowned. "There's no need for thanks between us. Yun'er must never say 'thank you' again." A determined light shone in his blue eyes.

Feng Xue smiled helplessly and said softly, "Okay."

Gripping the Soul-Dew Pill tightly in her hand, Feng Xue glanced at the night outside. Just as she was about to say something, Jun Wuhen spoke first: "It's still early! Yun'er, there's no need to rush back."

Feng Xue raised an eyebrow. "I've heard that the Lord of the Li Palace must remain chaste for his wife before taking her. If others find out that a woman has appeared in the Lord of the Li Palace's room, then Your Excellency's reputation will be completely ruined."

Jun Wuhen paused for a moment before asking, "Yun'er, are you worried about me?"

"No."

Suddenly, Jun Wuhen took Feng Xue's hand, and his loose sleeves slid down to reveal a crystal-clear glass bead bracelet that shone brightly in the dim light. His blue eyes deepened for a moment, but in the blink of an eye, they returned to their usual expression.

He took her hand.

"Yun'er, would you like to see Li Jing?"

Feng Xue bit her lip. Her father had told her about Li Jing since she was a child, and she had always been very curious about Li Jing and wanted to see her face.

"think."

Jun Wuhen chuckled and led her towards the basement.

"The surface of the pear-shaped mirror is smooth and clear, containing the essence of the sun and moon, but it has a strange feature: it cannot reflect people, but only displays text at appropriate times."

Jun Wuhen held Feng Xue's hand and introduced her as they walked.

"The right time?!" Feng Xue asked, somewhat puzzled. "What kind of right time?"

"That depends on what Li Jing thinks." At the end of the road, there was a carved pear wood door. Jun Wuhen pushed it open and found an empty house inside, without any decorations.

In the center of the house was a pearwood table with a mirror-shaped object on it, which was covered by a red silk cloth.