CH 127

Lang Qianxing changed into a set of blue robes then picked up the red sword that had been unfastened and placed on the table.

This sword was given to him by his master. He didn’t say it was a gift, but just let him use it. The crimson sword blade is like fire, this is obviously a sword for fire spirit root. His master, a water spirit root, won’t use it.

Besides, this sword seems to have no value worthy of being collected by his master except for its special appearance. It is estimated that it is a failed product of his master’s unsuccessful sword refining. Afraid that he would be dissatisfied because Zhong Yi and Bo Yi were given a sword and he did not have it, it was just to appease him.

Lang Qianxing pulled out the sword, and skillfully took out the handkerchief to wipe the sword blade.

What is he doing? Lang Qianxing chuckled unconsciously. Now that his master has no cultivation, he couldn’t find anything to do in the room himself. So who is he doing this for now?

Lang Qianxing wanted to laugh at himself for being too involved in the play, but found that he could not deny that he enjoyed the play so much.

Enjoy the feeling of admiring Yun Jue.

Lang Qianxing raised his head, just in time to see his well-dressed self in the bronze mirror. From the hair crown to the clothes, the ornaments hanging on the belt, he has chosen the most suitable and best for him. No matter how he looks at it, the person in the mirror is no different than those men in the mortal world who are going to meet their sweethearts at the Lantern Festival. Even using the metaphor, a courting male peacock would not be too exaggerated.

Lang Qianxing looked at his slightly confused eyes in the mirror, a little annoyed. He tore off the jade pendant on his waist, and went to untie his belt again, but halfway through the movement, he stopped and sat back at the table again.

When Lang Qianxing saw the person in the mirror, his eyes were somewhat stunned. He sat for a while, and finally tied his belt and hung the jade pendant back on his waist.

Even if he calmed down, he found that he still didn’t want to take off his clothes. He found that he wanted Yun Jue to see him like this.

Oh, what is he doing? Why doesn’t he understand himself?

Next door, Qin Lang rested his hands on the table, buried his face under his wide sleeves, his shoulders trembling slightly, as if he was in pain or joy. Of course, the accurate description is holding back his laughter.

Qin Lang laughed enough and asked the system, “Twenty-five, did you record it?”

The corners of the system’s mouth twitched: “It’s recorded.”

“Tsk tsk, when going back, give it to him in front of his face, hahaha…”

The system couldn’t bear to look directly, and changed the subject: “The blackening value has decreased to 50. The favorability is also 50.”

Qin Lang took a sip of tea slowly, “Um, it’s normal. Love and hate are balanced. The more he likes me, the faster the resentment from his previous life will disappear. As long as one heart is full of love, they will realize how beautiful the world is.”

System: “…What flavor of chicken soup is this? Are you sure it hasn’t expired?”

Qin Lang ignored him: “When he finds out that he really likes me, and doesn’t want me to die, his blackening value should completely fade away.”

“So are you going to die?” the system asked and then said, “I think you will. After all, you’ve been looking forward to the little black house or something.”

Qin Lang: “…”

Before Qin Lang could defend himself, Lang Qianxing had already knocked on the door, “Master…”

Qin Lang opened the door, and the young man outside the door frowned. Behind him was a fiery sunset, his eyes were like the sun. When people look into it, they can feel his fiery sincerity, which is enough to melt all the ice, snow and cold.

Qin Lang glanced away unnaturally, turned around and closed the door.

Xuanyuan Qi arranged for them a courtyard with an elegant environment, but the location was not remote, so they did not need to walk too long to reach the palace gate.

As soon as they arrived at the gate, Qin Lang found that the little prince and his four guards were also there. It seems that the little prince who likes fun is also going to participate in the lantern festival.

“Young master Qianxing is so handsome, are you planning to find a good match for yourself at the Lantern Festival?” The little prince opened his fan with a ‘shua’, joking.

Unexpectedly, Lang Qianxing smiled and actually answered: “Yes, wangye has good eyesight.” After saying that, he secretly glanced at Qin Lang.

The group of straight men on the opposite side just thought he was looking at his master’s face. After all, people like them with demon hunting skills are either daoist priests or monks. It is estimated that there are extreme rules such as not being able to fall in love.

Qin Lang’s reaction was that he didn’t respond, as if he didn’t hear it, as expected by Lang Qianxing.

However, the little prince looked a little surprised: “Master Qin doesn’t seem to object?”

Qin Lang: “It’s human nature.”

The little prince then asked what Lang Qianxing had always wanted to ask: “In this case, Master Qin, can you also…?”

He doesn’t look like a person in this mundane world, as if nothing could enter his eyes and affect his emotions. Will such a person taste love like ordinary people?

Unimaginable.

When Qin Lang didn’t want to speak or didn’t know what to say, he would use silence instead. As soon as he fell silent, his temperament became much colder. Even if the young prince has such a bright personality, it is not easy to continue to ask more questions so he diverted the topics quickly, asking Qin Lang if they wanted to go to the lantern festival with them.

Before Qin Lang could speak, Lang Qianxing refused. Hearing his refusal, Qin Lang glanced at him sideways, and took in his ‘believing himself to be secretive, but he is still just a teenager who inevitably reveals a little of his ulterior motives’ behavior, he remained silent.

Since it is the imperial city, this kind of lantern festival is similar to Qixi valentine’s day, it is naturally very lively. Every street is full of people, men and women, young and old. Anyone who sees Qin Lang and Lang Qianxing can’t help but keep their eyes on them for a while.

Qin Lang had already noticed that some of the young girls were shy and bought sachets from the vendors, ready to throw it on him and Lang Qianxing.

Obviously Lang Qianxing also noticed. Lang Qianxing, who was originally behind Qin Lang as usual, quietly walked side by side with Qin Lang when the crowd was surging. They were very close to each other, and he also blocked Qin Lang from some of the exploratory eyes on the street.

In order not to make his actions seem excessive and abrupt, he leaned into Qin Lang’s ear and whispered, “Master, was your real name Qin Lang before?”

“Qin Lang is my real name.” The hot breath in his ear made Qin Lang feel a little itchy, so he created a little distance from Lang Qianxing. He looked around again, walked through the crowd, and stood on the side of the street in a place where there was no one for the time being, as if he was surprised by the crowd and needed to take a breath.

There is a moat under the street. The moonlight is reflected on the river with many lanterns swaying. Most of the lanterns are in the shape of lotus flowers with a candle in the middle. The candles illuminated the wishes people wrote on the lantern, drifting away into the distance.

This beautiful scene, Qin Lang stood on the side of the street and looked at it quietly. The quiet appearance and the lanterns on the river formed a picture by itself. The girls, who were fascinated by the pavilion, wished to find a good man at the lantern festival.

Qin Lang was thinking for a while whether his husband would pull him along like other lovers, buy two lanterns from the old woman, write down their wishes, and then squat by the river to set the lanterns together, when a bright red thing appeared in front of him.

That’s right, as long as in ancient times, there will be rock candied haws and fried chestnuts.

“Master, do you want to try it? You must have eaten it before.” The lights on the long street were dazzling, but there was only one person in the eyes of the man in front of him.

Qin Lang looked at the bunch of candied haws and said in his heart that what I want to eat is barbecue and hot pot, but since you are my husband, I will accompany you like a girl.

Qin Lang took it. Although he didn’t say anything, he glanced at Lang Qianxing lightly, clearly saying that he was childish.

Lang Qianxing bit another one with a smile. The rock candy wrapped the hawthorn was bitten and smeared a little bit on his mouth. He looked a little stupid, but also strangely dazzling.

Qin Lang couldn’t help but smile.

That smile was so fleeting that Lang Qianxing couldn’t bear to blink and only stared intently. Qin Lang smiled, what cold icebergs, it all disappeared in an instant, like the breeze blowing over the hills with blooming flowers, imparting an intoxicating scent without a trace.

Qin Lang only ate one sweet and sour fruit wrapped in sugar, and then handed the rest back to Lang Qianxing. It seemed that he didn’t like it very much.

After all, Qin Lang is a big shot who only eats spiritual food. The food in the mortal world will always be mixed with various thoughts of ordinary people. It’s not pure, it makes sense that he doesn’t like it.

Lang Qianxing took the candied haws that Qin Lang ate only one, and secretly looked at Qin Lang’s profile staring at the river scenery, then put the rest into his mouth.

It seems that it is sweeter than the one just now.

Qin Lang almost laughed out loud. His husband is developing a idiotic behavior, or was he originally like this?

“Qianxing.” Qin Lang suddenly called him.

Lang Qianxing was still chewing the fruit in his mouth, so it was inconvenient to speak, so he answered ‘Hm?’ behind him.

The low and ambiguous voice made Qin Lang’s ears hot. It was obviously not charming at all, but he always felt like he was being teased.

It may be that in the past few worlds, his husband’s questioning ‘Hm?’ has a sultry tone to it that he has naturally formed a conditioned reflex.

Qin Lang stabilized his mind and did not let his thoughts fly to that indescribable direction.

Qin Lang asked him, “Do you think these lanterns look beautiful?”

“Beautiful.” Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang faintly with hope in his eyes.

Qin Lang asked again, “Are you happy now?”

Lang Qianxing nodded and said the truth: “I’m happy.”

Qin Lang was silent for a while while looking at the river, and suddenly said, “Let’s go set off the lanterns.”

“Ah?” Lang Qianxing looked at Qin Lang in confusion and disbelief as he turned and walked towards the old woman selling lanterns, and hurriedly followed.

At this time, the crowd surged again, Lang Qianxing and Qin Lang were two steps away, and Lang Qianxing was bumped a few steps away by the crowd. He could only hold his head high, chasing the light blue back in the crowd.

Lang Qianxing was struggling to move forward in the crowd, although they were so close, he couldn’t reach at all. At this moment, he seemed to understand his feelings.

His master indulged him and seemed to be close, but he felt that he was still so far away from him. So far away that sometimes it feels real and sometimes it feels foggy. This was something he had never experienced in his previous life.

Maybe it’s the competitive spirit in his bones, the more it is like this, the more he wants to get it.

Just when he wanted to use a technique to reach Qin Lang again, the light blue figure stopped and turned his head. His eyes fell on him accurately.

Soon, the man withdrew his gaze and stood in the street where people came and went, waiting patiently for him, waiting for him to approach him step by step and reach him.

For some reason, Lang Qianxing’s heartbeat suddenly accelerated, making a thumping sound, comparable to the roar of drums on the painting boat in the middle of the moat.

When Lang Qianxing finally came back to him, Qin Lang glanced at him lightly again, the meaning is probably ‘How old are you, still like a child’.

Although he somewhat ignored him, he took out a flute from his sleeve and handed it to Lang Qianxing.

Lang Qianxing held it a little dazedly. Before he could say ‘Thank you, master’, he saw Qin Lang holding the other end. He subconsciously thought that Qin Lang was going to take it back and was about to let go but Qin Lang turned around and took a step forward.

He was in a trance when he understood Qin Lang’s meaning. When he came back to his senses, Qin Lang had already led him through the crowd on the long street like this.

In an instant, Lang Qianxing felt deaf. He couldn’t hear the drums on the painting boat in the river, the hawking along the street, or the girls laughing with their handkerchiefs in their hands…The surroundings were extremely quiet, the only sound coming was from his heart, take a look, it was sonorous and forceful. This is evidence, evidence that his heart is for Qin Lang.

He is not only deaf, but also somewhat blind, otherwise why is there only that person in his sight? Even his senses seem to be gone. He could only feel the slightly cool jade flute that he is holding in his right hand, the other end of the jade flute is the man’s hand.

Qin Lang listened to the sound of the increase in favorability, and glanced back without a word from the corner of his eye. Stupid husband, who is flirting with whom? Let you taste what is called don’t go by the rules!