Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Feng Yequn's face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he trembled as he covered his chest and tried to stand up from the bed. His eyes were filled with endless pain and struggle, as if every breath was affecting his wound.

Luo Ying happened to walk in with a bowl of steaming soup. Her face was full of worry and nervousness, and her bright eyes stared at Feng Yequn, fearing that he might make a mistake. Her voice was trembling, but full of concern:

"How did you get up by yourself? I'll help you, your wounds haven't healed yet! You'll start talking again later!"

Feng Yequn raised his head slightly, and his eyes met Luo Ying's. At that moment, an inexplicable emotion surged in the hearts of both of them.

Luo Ying gently helped him up and let his back lean on the soft pillow, caring for him as carefully as a guardian angel.

Feng Yequn smelled the faint body fragrance emanating from Luo Ying at a close distance. This fragrance was like the fragrance of flowers under a thousand-year-old tree, which made him distracted and his eyes wandered involuntarily. He tried hard to suppress the emotional fluctuations in his heart and tried to cover up his loss of composure.

Luo Ying was sensitive to Feng Yequn's evasive look, and she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed. She spoke hastily, trying to break the awkward atmosphere:

"The soup is getting cold, let me feed you!"

As she spoke, she scooped up a spoonful of hot chicken soup and blew it gently, fearing that it would burn him. Her voice was gentle and delicate, like a spring breeze:

"I don't know if this earthly chicken soup can help you gods recover."

Feng Yequn was lost in thought as he watched her attentive look. He stared at her infatuatedly. Her poetic and picturesque face intoxicated him. His eyes were filled with deep love, as if the stars twinkled in the night sky, gentle and bright. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, like a spring breeze blowing across the lake, gently rippling.

Luo Ying gently brought the soup to his lips, but unexpectedly met his eyes. His eyes were deep and fiery, as if there was a mysterious power that was captivating and irresistible. She lowered her head shyly, trying to avoid his gaze, but this avoidance aroused his inner desire even more.

Feng Yequn suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Luo Ying tightly in his arms. His heartbeat was surging like a raging tide, full of love and desire for her. He held her head with one hand and tightly wrapped his other hand around her waist, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

His lips gently covered hers, and the kiss was as gentle as the spring breeze, yet full of endless passion. Luo Ying's heartbeat accelerated in his arms, and her eyes flashed with shyness and expectation. At this moment, the two hearts were closely connected, as if the whole world had stopped, leaving only their affectionate gazes and lingering kisses.

Their tongues were like two entangled black dragons, flying and soaring in each other's world. Every touch was like a falling star, announcing their possession to the endless universe. Their kiss was like the surging tide of the black sea, stirring up surging passion and playing an exciting movement on each other's chest.

The tip of her tongue and his reflected each other, like two bright stars shining against each other in the dark night, releasing endless mysterious power. That passion was like a mysterious fire, burning between their tongues, illuminating their world like a poem or a painting.

However, this dreamlike moment was broken by Luo Ying's call:

"Brother Yequn, what are you daydreaming about?"

She waved her hand in front of his eyes, and her voice was like the morning bell and evening drum, awakening Ye Qun from his deep intoxication.

When she caught a glimpse of the flames dancing in his eyes, her heart seemed to be plucked by a string and trembled. That look was so similar to the one Hua Yuchen had once gazed at her with deep affection, like the brightest stars in the night sky, burning with an irresistible passion.

The turmoil in her heart was difficult to calm, and in panic she hurriedly avoided his gaze, as if it was scorching sunlight that could burn her heart.

He was sensitive to the fear in her eyes, and a wave of self-blame surged in his heart. He knew that his love for her was like wildfire, fierce and hot, and perhaps it had frightened her.

He hurriedly reached out his hand, trying to calm the turmoil in her heart, and gently comforted and explained:

"I suddenly thought of someone. You look a lot like her!"

His voice was like the breeze at night, gently blowing her tense heartstrings and gradually calming her down. She knew that his explanation was like the starry night sky, which, although it failed to completely dispel the haze in her heart, brought her a little comfort.

Luo Ying felt a little relieved, blinked mischievously, raised a playful arc at the corner of his mouth, and asked curiously:

"Oh! So you thought of your sweetheart, didn't you? Good brother, tell me...what kind of girl captured your heart?"

Feng Yequn's deep eyes were filled with endless affection for Luo Ying. He seemed to be attracted by her charm and fell into an obsession that he could not extricate himself from. He stared at her face affectionately, describing Luo Ying's facial features:

"She... is as pure as the stars in the sky.... an oval face as smooth and delicate as egg white... under her slender eyebrows... a pair of pure and flawless... eyes that speak and make people intoxicated... long eyelashes... a high nose bridge with a delicate nose like a scallion... a cherry mouth with a moderate thickness and peach color... when she smiles, she reveals eight white teeth like shells... and the charming dimples on both sides of her smile... I can't resist falling in love with her..."

Luo Ying knew that Feng Yequn was talking about her. Seeing his infatuated eyes looking at her, Luo Ying felt extremely complicated. She tried to avoid his gaze. Feng Yequn saw the complicated emotions in her eyes, and said with a long sigh:

"She... is very simple... very kind...

She always thinks of others, always considers others and puts herself at the expense of others, but in the end, who has ever considered her feelings? Being soft-hearted is like a knife! You lend it to others and stab yourself! "

Luo Ying tried to keep calm, his eyes flashing with excitement, and he said in a trembling voice:

"From your description, this girl is really good! If you meet her, you must cherish her!"

Luo Ying patted his chest with awe-inspiring righteousness and continued with great passion:

"Brother, I have experience in chasing girls. I'll teach you!"

Feng Yequn stared at Luo Ying's cute expression, and his heart was filled with ripples. He was deeply trapped in this whirlpool of emotions and couldn't extricate himself. He silently pondered in his heart:

"Is this little fool really stupid, or is he just pretending to be stupid?"

The next day, as the first rays of dawn fell on the courtyard of Xianyuan, Luo Ying gently opened Feng Yequn's door. She gently helped him up, her voice full of concern:

"Are you feeling better today?"

Feng Yequn opened his eyes slightly, his deep eyes seemed to contain the stars and the sea, full of love for Luo Ying. He whispered:

"With your careful care, I will naturally get better faster!"

Luo Ying's cheeks were slightly red. She didn't dare to look directly into Feng Yequn's affectionate eyes. She gently lowered her head and continued to support him as he walked towards the courtyard. She softly suggested:

"I'll take you for a walk in the garden, you'll recover faster!"

In the hazy morning, in the corridor of the fairy garden, the two walked lightly and silently, each immersed in their own thoughts. The air was filled with a faint fairy spirit, as if even time had become slow and mysterious here.

Suddenly, they spoke almost at the same time, their voices soft and mysterious, like whispers on the wind.

"You..." Luo Ying's voice trembled slightly.

"I..." Feng Yequn's voice was soft and deep, as if it concealed endless secrets.

Luo Ying smiled lightly, trying to break the subtle silence. She asked casually:

"I haven't had a chance to ask you since you came here!"

Feng Yequn looked up at her, with a deep light flashing in his eyes, and he responded softly:

"you say!"

At this moment, Luo Ying suddenly flashed and lightly jumped in front of Feng Yequn. Her eyes revealed a bit of mischief and expectation. She asked curiously:

"Since you are the flower god of the Spring Equinox, please tell me the origin of the Spring Equinox!"

Feng Yequn was stunned by her sudden action, as if he was hit by a mysterious force. His heartbeat instantly accelerated, as if he was in an unknown fantasy world.

He calmed himself, cleared his throat, and began to speak in his magnetic voice. His voice seemed to have a magical power, filling the air around him with a mysterious atmosphere. He explained seriously:

"The Spring Equinox was also called the mid-day and night-time division in ancient times. The month of mid-spring is the fourth solar term of spring, and it falls on March 4 to 3 of the Gregorian calendar every year. According to the Ming History Calendar, the equinox is the point where the ecliptic and the red intersect, and when the sun reaches this point, the day and night are equal. The explanation of the lunar calendar after 19 also mentioned that the mid-day equinox of February is half, which should be half of 22 days, so it is not divided.

The Spring Equinox has two meanings. One is that it refers to the time of a day, with day and night being equally divided into 12 hours each. The second is that in ancient times, the spring season was from the Beginning of Spring to the Beginning of Summer, and the Spring Equinox divides the spring season equally among the three months.

The ancients divided the Spring Equinox into three phases: the first phase is the arrival of snowbirds, the second phase is the occurrence of thunder, and the third phase is the beginning of change. This means that after the Spring Equinox, swallows will fly from the south, bringing people the message of spring. With the arrival of the swallows, thunder begins to sound, lightning begins to appear, spring rain continues, and all things revive! "

Luo Ying asked curiously:

"So that means the vernal equinox is the true beginning of spring, right?"

Feng Yequn continued:

"Yes! Spring will soothe the little panic of the young buds that have just poked their heads out, and will relieve the little anxiety of the buds that have just opened, and will settle down every newborn's fear of the unknown!

Spring will be a companion, not a burden. Spring rain will fill the mountains and rivers, not flood them. Spring breeze will let the heart that has been touched by it let go of its grudges! With spring, everything is full of vitality, and there are infinite possibilities. Spring can bear the hospitality and endure the suffering. It is broad, tolerant, profound and comprehensible. This is spring, which pampers everything! "

He stroked her hair affectionately, his eyes showing endless love, and silently made a vow to her in his heart:

"Don't worry! I will protect you silently and be your companion instead of a burden!"

Luo Ying felt his burning gaze and shyly avoided his touch, and asked curiously:

“What special customs are there during the Spring Equinox?”

Feng Yequn saw this, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes, and he silently withdrew his hand, but in his heart he hoped that Luo Ying could understand his deep affection. He continued to explain to her seriously:

"On the day of the Spring Equinox, farmers eat glutinous rice balls at home. They also cook more than ten or twenty to thirty glutinous rice balls without fillings, stick them with thin bamboo sticks and place them on the edge of the field outside. This is called "sticking to the sparrows' beaks" to prevent sparrows from destroying the crops."

Luo Ying asked again: "Anything else?"