Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

I nodded. It was a very user-friendly design. But I still had some questions, so I asked directly: "Then...then do you know that he and I...?"

He looked at me and said, "I know. You don't have to worry. We are just getting what we need. I wanted to practice a bit to see how similar I am to him. Once, I entertained guests for him in Tianxiang Tower. Everyone in the room kept it a secret, but the dancer who was pouring wine beside me saw through it. She whispered that my eyes were dull and heartless, and that I was completely different from the young master. I was upset, so I wanted to...test it with you to see if I still have any flaws."

After hearing what he said, I put aside my worries, bit my lip and said, "Okay. Then, from now on, you are Tu Shanjing, and I want to be myself again."

He looked at me and smiled, "Okay."

I walked closer, took his hand, and rubbed my thumb on the back of his white hand.

He moved his hand and almost pulled it back.

This time it was my turn to laugh: "Jing, why are you shy?"

His eyes were wide open and his pale pink mouth could not be closed, revealing two slightly white rabbit teeth.

Blushing, he asked, "You, what did you call me?"

I smiled even more: "Jing, I have wanted to call you by your name for a long time! Jing, Tushan Xiaojing, my sweetheart, my electricity, my light, my only myth... Which one do you like?"

His Adam's apple rolled, and he squinted his eyes and replied, "Let's go with Jing."

"Okay, Jing, let's go see Huahua!" I shook his hand.

He held his forehead with his other hand, smiled bitterly and said, "Why, I regret agreeing to you a little bit?"

I stared at him from bottom to top and said, "No way! Once you enter my house, you can never leave! If you say you will dress up for a whole night, you must do it for a whole night. A man's words are unchangeable, and you can't do it!"

He sighed: "Okay, let's go." Then he took off the jade pendant from his waist, shook it, and strode out.

I grabbed a bottle of white peach wine, wrapped it in a bag, put it on my back, and followed him out the door.

I saw Lili had come into the yard, bending her neck and rubbing against his shoulder, looking so intimate.

He also touched the feathers on Lili's neck lovingly. Compared with the moonlight and the white feathers, he couldn't tell which was whiter.

Seeing me come out, he climbed onto Lili's back and stretched out a hand to me.

I ran over and put my hand on him, and he pulled me up with force.

I hugged his waist tightly, buried my face in his back, and murmured, "Let's go."

He paused and gently touched the back of my hand.

"What? Not tight enough? Oh, I see. You're afraid I'll fall." I played tricks and tightened my grip. He laughed and patted Lili on the back. I said, "Lili, don't make a sound. Go to Tushan's wisteria tree."

The cat was indeed very obedient. It did not raise its neck and cry loudly. It just flapped its wings and took off on the spot, bringing a gust of summer night breeze.

After I got over the feeling of weightlessness during takeoff and felt that Lili was flying very steadily with my eyes closed, I dared to open one eye.

Looking down, the continuous green brick and tile houses of Tushan Mansion and the lush green trees spread out in front of me. There is also the green pool in the garden, surrounded by a winding trail, winding through the trees and flowers, dotted in the middle with a few fake stones, and a wooden bridge extending from the viewing platform divides the pool into two. There is an octagonal pavilion on the side, and two wisteria trees moved from Tushan are in full bloom next to the pavilion. The whole Tushan Mansion looks quiet and elegant against the backdrop of the sandy white bricks on the ground, with pavilions, pools, rocks, corridors connected, flowers, plants and trees interspersed, and the demeanor of the people is fully revealed as you move from one scene to another. The whole mansion is dignified and orderly, revealing a particularly exquisite and elegant charm in the melting moonlight.

I exclaimed: "I have never thought that our Tushan Mansion looks so majestic and beautiful from the air!"

Tu Shanjing's voice came from the front: "Haven't you seen it sitting on Lili before?"

I replied, "I've been on it before, but I was either running for my life or hurrying to get on the road. I'm also afraid of heights, so when I'm nervous I have no time to appreciate the beautiful scenery. Maybe I'm happy tonight, or maybe I'm used to the scares I've experienced the last few times, so I'm not that scared anymore!"

He said nothing. After a while, he said sullenly, "I'm sorry."

I groaned, and she comforted me like a kind old lady: "Don't be sorry, there is no rainbow without wind and rain! Maybe if I ride it a few more times, my fear of heights will be cured!"

He retracted the hand that was holding the cat's back feathers and patted the back of my hand comfortingly.

The raccoon spread its wings and glided across a cloud with a silver edge cast by the moonlight.

Soon, we arrived at the place where we saw the violets that day. The violets had already withered, leaving only green leaves and branches. Behind the green land was a wisteria waterfall that stretched as far as the eye could see.

The vine tree in the middle is the tallest, with its branches and leaves intertwined with those on the side, and its vines intertwined with its flowers, flowing recklessly into a brilliant purple river that sparkles with light, deep and shallow, magnificent and gorgeous, with vines that are soft and self-sufficient, swaying in the wind.

I was so absorbed in the beauty before my eyes that I forgot to move on.

Seeing that Tu Shan Jing had already fallen to the ground and I was still not moving, Li Li straightened her back and pushed me down without any mercy.

I screamed, but unexpectedly fell into Tu Shanjing's gentle arms.

In front of me was his cloud-blue clothes, and in my nose was the scent of his incense mixed with the fragrance of wisteria flowers, which came towards me with a hint of warmth.

"Be careful." He supported me, his voice coming from his chest.

I was a little reluctant to leave, but I was embarrassed to keep my head buried in his chest for too long, so I had to raise my head.

Whoever said that the puppet's eyes were dull and emotionless, the dancer was either talking nonsense or the puppet had practiced its eyes very hard afterwards and had actually learned 99% of Tu Shanjing's tender and affectionate eyes.

I stared into his eyes so intently that for a moment I even forgot to step away.

The evening breeze is blowing, the white moon is shining like silver, a myriad of purples are in succession, and the fragrant wind is gorgeous.

Everything is so beautiful that it seems both real and illusory. Sometimes I feel like I am in a dream, and sometimes I feel like I am about to cry.

I leaned my head gently on his shoulder, my eyes a little warm.

"Jing, I miss you so much."

He shuddered, then raised his hand to smooth my hair and replied, "I'm here."

I closed my eyes, imagining that he was the one I was holding in my arms, tears streaming down my cheeks. I never knew that the pain of missing him was so torturous. When I hadn't seen him for so long, I was just worried about him. But now, I was so worried that I couldn't even eat or drink.

Suddenly I felt a gentle touch on my face, and opening my tearful eyes, I saw his face in front of me.

He closed his eyes, his eyelashes were long and thick, and he gently kissed the tears flowing down my face.

I got excited and put my arms around his neck in the gentle breeze, and offered my lips to him tremblingly.