Chapter 58: He Chaoruo is also covered in snow

Chapter 58: He Chaoruo is also covered in snow

Yuque Taibu Jingtian died in the third Fengraomin War.

He manipulated the Kanyun Mirror to send a distress message to the Emperor Bow, causing the Emperor Bow's arrow to fall into the Fanghu, thus ending the war once and for all.

An Ming, a brave guard of Yuque Cloud Cavalry, was rewarded for killing tens of thousands of enemies, but he has the mark of abundance on his body and will not be rewarded for the time being.

The Luofu fortune teller Fu Xuan was successful in divination and found the only turning point through the hexagrams. He was now promoted to the Luofu Taibu Si Taibu.

[At the age of 18, you stayed in Luofu this year. The broken Wuye was like the cracked sword heart, which could never be repaired. Fu Xuan became the fortune teller of fate, but it was not Yuque, but Luofu.]

The first snow of early winter floated in the air like goose feathers and fell into the palm of his hand. Fu Xuan's face, which had been expressionless for a long time, finally showed some fluctuations.

"An Ming."

"Snowing."

The peach trees are covered with silvery snow, just like a long string of candied haws, swaying in the wind and dropping crystal snowflakes.

An Ming just leaned against the window and handed out the warm sweet tea from the window, "Xuan'er, don't catch a cold."

"I'm not a child..." Fu Xuan took the warm teacup with both hands, and raised his eyebrows slightly in hindsight, "I've told you so many times, don't call me that!"

"Senior sister likes to hear that kind of address, so I'll call you that."

An Ming just looked at Fu Xuan with a smile and did not refute much. It was this reaction that made Fu Xuan feel extremely distressed. This kind of An Ming was not the high-spirited Yunqi Xiaowei she was familiar with.

Fu Xuan walked to the window on the soft snow. A hint of shyness flashed across her beautiful eyes. She took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to say, "Well, if you beat me in a snowball fight, I will allow you to... kiss me."

The sound of the last few words was as soft as a mosquito's buzz, but how could it escape An Ming's ears.

"Hmm... Is this the reward for winning, Senior Sister?"

An Ming had a smile on his face and reached out to brush away the snowflakes from Fu Xuan's hair, which was furry and looked like a cute little hat.

Fu Xuan's cheeks turned red instantly. He shyly put the sweet tea on the ground, then squatted on the ground without saying a word.

"Sister, I'm sorry, I was wrong."

An Ming apologized without delay. The moment he stuck his head out of the window, he felt a chill on his head. Some snowflakes landed on his neck, making him shiver uncontrollably.

"Pfft... Stupid Anming!"

Fu Xuan was not angry at all. His eyes were full of mischievous smiles and he held a snowball in each hand.

An Ming was not annoyed. He nimbly jumped from the window to the snow, grabbed a ball of snow in his right hand, and shot it right in the head with his backhand.

Fu Xuan lost his balance and fell on the snow, his forehead red and looking very cute.

"Stupid Xuan'er, how can you beat me in a snowball fight?"

"Ugh—you!"

Fu Xuan rubbed her head pitifully and felt a bump. She had forgotten that An Ming was a ruthless guy.

Dead wood! Stinky straight man! Bad junior brother!

Fu Xuan felt like crying after being beaten, but for the sake of his senior sister, he gritted his teeth and picked up the two snowballs, with a prism-like pink light in his eyes.

Surrounded by stars, the hexagram appears before your eyes.

"This is cheating, Senior Sister!"

The next moment, An Ming was hit by Fu Xuan's machine gun-like snowball attack and ran away with his head in his hands. But no matter where he wanted to hide, the snowball always seemed to have eyes and chased him on the back of his head and hit him critically.

This went on for a full five minutes before Fu Xuan calmed down. He walked to the window, picked up the sweet tea and took a sip, then raised his eyebrows proudly towards An Ming.

Suddenly she saw a familiar smile on An Ming's face under the peach tree, and she felt a little relieved. This was the An Ming she was familiar with.

Over the past year, An Ming has become much more taciturn and almost only talks to her.

After returning from Fang Hu that day, the first words that the wounded An Ming said after waking up were to grab Fu Xuan's sleeve and cry to her in a trembling voice:

"Senior sister, you are all I have."

Until now, Fu Xuan still cannot forget it. How much pain is contained in it?

Many years ago, An Ming cried in her arms and said that he had no relatives, but now, she was all he had left.

Fu Xuan walked under the tree with the tea and handed the sweet tea to An Ming with a smile.

The moment An Ming took it with both hands, Fu Xuan pushed him against the tree trunk. An Ming, who was holding the teacup in his hand, had no time to resist before his mouth was blocked by soft lips.

It has the scent of peach blossoms and a sweet taste.

As sweet as candied haws.

An Ming quickly transferred the teacup to his left hand and put his right hand around Fu Xuan's slender waist, attacking and defending at the same time.

The snowflakes on the trees fell like goose feathers, covering the heads of the two people, but neither of them paid any attention.

Fu Xuan's cheeks were as red as peach blossoms, and her eyes avoided An Ming's gaze in embarrassment, not daring to look him in the face, but the warmth between his lips constantly stimulated her beating heart.

Even the cold snowflakes couldn't cool down the beating hearts of the two at this moment.

"Xuan'er, have you ever heard a poem by Xianzhou?"

"I told you, don't call me that..."

"If they fall in the snow together, they will grow old together in this life."

"..."

Fu Xuan looked directly at An Ming, with countless complex emotions flashing in his eyes. At this moment, love transcended reason, so let the so-called fate go to hell!

White hands held An Ming's face from the snow.

"An Ming."

"Senior sister, I'm here."

"I don't care what the future will be like!"

Fu Xuan closed his eyes shyly, then tiptoed to give her a passionate kiss.

I don't know when the snow stopped. In the white world, there were only two people hugging and kissing each other.

No matter what tragic fate or pain the future may bring, it is never a reason to give up love.

If you know from the beginning that there will be no result, will you still fall in love?

Fu Xuan gave her a choice.

Destiny has only one path. She could not change her master's fate from that predetermined destiny, nor could she see the future of her and An Ming.

But she wants to love.

Even if you miss it, you have had it.

People always make choices throughout their lives. Some choose to be conservative, while others are more radical.

Fu Xuan just didn't want to regret it.

Then choose the option that will not make you regret it, even if it will cause her more pain in the future, she is willing to do it!

Fate, if you are always so cruel, then at least at this moment -

Make her happy.

Fu Xuan could hear the sound of his heartbeat, and the feelings deep in his heart were definitely not false.

"Xuan Er..."

"Ah."

"gorgeous."

When An Ming saw the docile Fu Xuan in his arms, he couldn't help but want to touch her hair.

Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed a little. Although his junior brother was a wooden straight man, the love words coming out of his mouth were more embarrassing than anything else.

"Stupid An Ming."

"I... don't want to pay attention to you."

"Sister Xuan'er hasn't officially become the Grand Fortune Teller yet, right?"

"Stupid An Ming!"