Chapter 54 Xuan Er
In the courtyard there are peach trees similar to the ones in Yuque, except that the petals are whiter in color, dotted on the emerald green lawn like snowflakes.
A fine iron sword was casually placed diagonally next to the stone table. An Ming was a little confused. In his memory, Fu Xuan never used a sword, so why did a sword appear here?
The bedroom was empty except for the clothes neatly folded by the window and the purple string that fastened the clothes.
"Sister?"
Just as An Ming was wondering, he heard footsteps coming from the misty hot spring not far away.
The wet pink hair was wrapped in a bath towel, and the white feet walked across the lawn, leaving traces of footprints.
Fu Xuan walked while wiping her hair, and only looked up when she noticed a familiar sight. The moment she saw An Ming, her fair cheeks instantly became hot, as if blood was rushing to her head——
An Ming had never seen Fu Xuan so beautiful, not as a sister, but as a young girl.
Mysterious purple hexagrams appeared around Fu Xuan like stars. The next moment, the girl tapped the ground with her toes, as light as falling petals, and slammed An Ming into the wall of the courtyard, inlaid as a beautiful work of art.
Hundreds of amber ages later, perhaps people will still be able to come here to admire the heroic figures of the previous generation of cloud riders.
Fortunately, Fu Xuan did not let An Ming stay in the wall as a specimen. After putting on his clothes, he pulled him out, with the blush on his cheeks still not fading.
"You are so good, An Ming, you have already learned to spy on your sister!"
Although Fu Xuan's voice was harsh, it did not contain any reprimand. It was because she knew An Ming that she was so sure that there was something hidden.
An Ming sincerely lowered his head and admitted his mistake, "Sister Xuan'er, I was wrong."
"What's wrong?"
"You made a mistake by not taking a sword, otherwise you wouldn't have been repelled."
"?"
Fu Xuan took a deep breath, her pretty face flushed red, which did not make people feel scared at all. On the contrary, it only showed the cuteness of the girl's tsundere.
"never mind."
Fu Xuan crossed his right leg, held his chin with his hand and sighed elegantly, "You came all the way from Yuque to see me, what happened?"
"I'm worried about you, Sister Xuan'er..."
"I guess that's it."
Fu Xuan's eyes showed a hint of tenderness. He walked to the window and whispered, "The Third Fengraomin War has already begun. There is no room for retreat."
"The general has sent all the Cloud Cavalry he can to Fanghu for support, but the journey is too long and we won't be able to confirm the status of the battle once we reach Fanghu."
"Senior Sister, even you can't see the future clearly?"
"I......"
Fu Xuan's face suddenly turned pale, and he seemed like a drowning man, unable to breathe.
She can't.
She is afraid.
She is afraid.
There is only one destiny.
Fu Xuan seemed to see Jingtian's figure again, and was in so much pain that he couldn't breathe.
A pair of hands tightly grasped Fu Xuan's cold little hands. An Ming's eyes were like a beacon, illuminating the darkness with a gentle light. "Sister Xuan'er, don't be afraid."
“If destiny lies ahead, all we can do is try our best and leave no regrets.”
"I will go to Fanghu to stop the people of abundance."
An Ming has confirmed Fu Xuan's safety, so the next thing to do is to go to the battlefield and participate in a real war for the first time as Yuque's youngest Cloud Cavalry Guard.
Fu Xuan suddenly felt a pain in her heart, and the feeling of suffocation was just like when she learned that Jingtian would die because of her. "Don't..." she murmured, and then let go of his hand weakly.
Yes, how could she have the right to stop An Ming.
As a Cloud Rider, the battlefield is his home and his glory.
"Xuan'er."
"Eh?"
Before Fu Xuan could finish her words, Wenre blocked her lips.
The peach blossoms outside the window are in full bloom again. Spring always arrives as expected, and An Ming has long been accustomed to having Fu Xuan by his side.
Not just a sister, but someone more important.
I have tortured my heart countless nights, and the answer I got was always the same affirmation.
Do you like senior sister?
Yes.
I like her so much that I can't imagine there would be someone else by her side.
An Ming pressed Fu Xuan's petite body against the wall and kissed her lips deeply.
Fu Xuan's hands gradually changed from pushing An Ming away to hugging him.
The fortune teller can see through the future, and lying is meaningless to him.
"Xuan'er, I like you."
After a long time, Fu Xuan stared blankly into An Ming's eyes. Her intense heartbeat made it impossible for her mind to think of anything. She just unconsciously grabbed the collar of An Ming's shirt with both hands.
It turned out that An Ming was much taller than her, and the little guy he used to be only existed in her heart.
Pretending to be ignorant of feelings is just deceiving yourself.
The fortune teller can see through the future. Fu Xuan had rehearsed in her mind everything An Ming would do, but she did nothing.
Just quietly waiting.
Waiting for this moment to come.
There is only one path of destiny, and at least at this moment, their destinies are connected, as brilliant as a meteor across the sky.
"Junior brother...An Ming," Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed as he gently pushed An Ming away, his beautiful eyes like rose crystals flashing with blurred affection.
"I..."
She took several deep breaths, but still couldn't say the words.
An inexplicable fear gripped Fu Xuan's heart tightly, and the complicated fate that she had once glimpsed made her retreat.
If An Ming is killed again because of her, if that is really the case...it would be better not to start from the beginning.
An Ming rubbed her head. This time, he was taller.
The boy who once had his head gently rubbed by his sister has now grown up.
The short-lived species are different from the long-lived species. There is no difference between seventeen years old and an adult.
"Sister Xuan'er, wait for me to come back."
An Ming did not wait, but picked up Wu Ye from the table, leaving only a much taller back to Fu Xuan.
Fu Xuan's body, which was leaning against the wall, slid weakly to the ground, and she pursed her lips slightly. Compared to the fear in her heart, she was more afraid that she would regret not saying the last words at this moment.
"An Ming!"
She staggered out of the courtyard holding onto the wall, and shouted loudly at the back:
"I'll wait for you to come back--!"
The figure in the distance seemed to smile, stretched out his hand and waved, then disappeared at the end of the sight.
Fu Xuan clenched her right fist. If she did nothing because she was afraid of her fate, she would regret it.
I regret why I was so cowardly back then. I did nothing and couldn’t protect anything!
If I am like that, what kind of fortune teller am I?
Fu Xuan's eyes regained their firmness once again, and he prepared to go to Taibusi to observe the current situation of the Fanghu battle with the help of the projection sand table.
Get more information and make the final divination, for the immortal boat and for the destiny that cannot be defied.
Fu Xuan no longer hesitated. She was more afraid of losing An Ming than fate.