Bravely enter the heavens and become a god

Luo Ying's mind suddenly echoed with Hua Hongsu's words, and those powerful instructions seemed to ring in her ears again: "Now I will teach you the flower blade sword technique. When you encounter an enemy attacking you at close range, you can use this move. Then... put your wrists together, shake your palms, and gather energy in the palms of your palms. You can condense the surrounding flowers into blades and attack the opponent in close combat. Do you understand?"

Luo Ying immediately followed the technique taught by Hua Hongsu, quickly clasped her wrists together and gently shook her palms. As she moved, the air around her seemed to begin to tremble slightly, and an invisible energy gradually gathered in the palms of her hands.

Then, the flowers that were originally quietly blooming in the garden seemed to be summoned by something, and they all floated up and floated in the air. Under Luo Ying's control, these flowers gradually condensed into sharp blades, flashing with cold light, and looked extremely sharp.

At this moment, the sharp blades that condensed the energy of the flowers suddenly flew in from the windows of the room and surrounded King Yu in an instant. Faced with this sudden change, King Yu couldn't help but look stern, with a bit of surprise and fear in his eyes.

At this time, Luo Ying shouted sternly: "Let me out quickly, or don't blame me for being rude!" Her voice was full of firmness and majesty, as if she was showing her determination and strength to King Yu.

Prince Yu looked at her struggling to resist, and gradually recovered from his previous shock, and couldn't help laughing softly. His eyes looking at Luo Ying quietly added some indescribable feelings. Then, he laughed loudly, his voice loud and happy: "You are still a spicy little pepper! This becomes more interesting... Do you think you can stop me with just your little tricks?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he gracefully waved his sleeves, and the blades fell to the ground like withered petals. Then, he moved as fast as a cheetah and threw Luo Ying directly onto the soft bed. He held her tightly to his chest, leaving her nowhere to escape. Luo Ying's eyes were full of fear and helplessness, as if she was bound by a powerful force and could not break free.

Suddenly, the magnolia pendant on Luo Ying's waist shone with a cold light, instantly forcing Prince Yu back to the door. Prince Yu covered his aching chest, looked at Luo Ying in shock, and asked in a trembling voice: "You...how can you have such powerful energy?"

His eyes immediately fell on the magnolia pendant on Luo Ying's waist. His face turned pale instantly, and his fear was beyond words: "Why is Hua Yuchen's magnolia pendant here with you? Could it be that... you are... the mortal woman that Hua Yuchen has been thinking about..."

Luo Ying glanced at him coldly, ignored his doubts and speculations, turned around and quickly walked out of the room, leaving Prince Yu standing there in shock.

Since that day, for several days in a row, Prince Yu restrained his former arrogance and never dared to act rashly again. He was still immersed in the beauty of women every day, laughing and having fun without restraint. However, whenever he passed by Luo Ying, his deep eyes always fell on Luo Ying involuntarily, as if all his attention was attracted by her, and it was becoming increasingly difficult to extricate himself.

One day, Prince Yu, Nan Xi, and Qing Yu gathered in his room, drinking and talking. As the wine in the cup gradually became better, a little drunkenness quietly climbed onto Prince Yu's face. At this time, he looked at Nan Xi in his arms, and in his drunken eyes, she turned into the figure of Luo Ying. That face and that figure were what he had been thinking about day and night.

An inexplicable pain instantly spread in his heart. He stretched out his trembling hand and gently stroked Luo Ying's face, his eyes full of obsession and attachment. He whispered in a low voice, revealing indescribable emotions: "No wonder Hua Yuchen fell in love with you, you are really a treasure-type woman!" He whispered in a low voice, his voice full of tenderness and admiration, "Come... let this king love you well."

His words were full of intoxicating sweetness, as if he wanted to pour all his emotions into Luo Ying. At this moment, he seemed to have forgotten the troubles of the world and just wanted to spend this wonderful time with her.

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and kissed her lips softly. His hands could not help but hug her tightly, deftly and skillfully reaching into her mouth to break the blockade of her teeth. At the moment when their lips and teeth were intertwined, he explored her world more deeply. Their lips were tightly pressed together, as if it was a passionate collision between a raging fire and dry wood. The flames of the hot kiss burned from the surface to the depths of their souls, warm and lingering.

He carefully untied her restraints, and his fiery kiss, as hot as the scorching sun in summer, gently fell on her soft neck, and then slowly spread downwards. His warm breath gently brushed past her ears, and his low and magnetic voice seemed to have an irresistible charm: "I think you are going crazy! I want you... Don't reject me..."

Nan Xi's body trembled at his actions. She put her arms around Prince Yu's neck, her eyes flashing with cunning, and said coquettishly: "Your Highness Prince Yu, what are you talking about? How could the Third Prince fall in love with me?" There was a hint of mischief in her words, as if teasing his patience.

Nan Xi's words were like cold water splashed on his face, instantly waking Prince Yu from his intoxication. He looked down and was shocked to realize that the charming woman in his arms was not the Luo Ying he had been thinking about. His eyes instantly changed from the previous tenderness to cold as ice, like the cold wind in winter, biting and gloomy. He pushed her away with such force that he almost threw her several meters away.

Nan Xi and Qing Yu looked at each other, their faces full of astonishment and uneasiness. They asked in a trembling voice: "Your Highness Prince Yu, what happened to make you so unhappy?"

There was a chill in Prince Yu's brows, and he said calmly: "You should go back to heaven first. In the next few days, I need to be alone and think carefully."

Hearing this, Nan Xi and Qing Yu burst into tears. They sobbed, their voices filled with grievance and confusion: "Your Highness Prince Yu, what did we do wrong? Or did we say something we shouldn't have said? Why did we make you so angry?"

Prince Yu's expression instantly became even gloomier, and he uttered a word coldly: "Get lost!"

Nan Xi and Qing Yu hurriedly packed their clothes and hurried out of the fairy garden. When they arrived at the door, they ran into Luo Ying unexpectedly. They looked at each other, a complex emotion flashed in their eyes, and then they covered their mouths and cried, and left in a hurry.

Luo Ying stood there in a daze, her face full of confusion. She whispered to herself: "What happened..."

As soon as she finished speaking, she turned around and suddenly found that Prince Yu was staring at her with a sharp gaze, his eyes flashing with an inexplicable light. Luo Ying was startled and immediately crossed her arms over her chest to protect herself, and asked nervously: "What...what do you want to do?"

Prince Yu restrained the love in his eyes, raised his hands high, and his attitude seemed particularly sincere: "Don't be afraid! I lost my composure before and scared you. Didn't I promise you before that I would teach you about the Grain Full solar term? Are you free now? I'll teach you..."

When Luo Ying heard this, her wariness instantly disappeared and she nodded gently to show her agreement.

Prince Yu leaned against the door, his hands folded leisurely on his chest, his eyes fixed on Luo Ying infatuatedly, and asked softly: "Tell me...what do you want to know?"

Luo Ying opened her lips slightly and asked curiously: "Then please ask Your Highness Prince Yu to explain the origin of Xiaoman!"

Upon hearing this, Prince Yu slowly stood up and walked towards Luo Ying with light steps. His voice was as gentle as a spring breeze, and his tone was full of intimacy: "Don't call me Your Highness Prince Yu, it sounds so distant. My full name is Xiang Yuandai, you can call me Brother Yuandai..." His voice was low and magnetic, like a spring breeze, warming people's hearts.

When Luo Ying heard his words, she shuddered all over, as if a cold wind had blown over her. She immediately got goose bumps. She hurriedly bowed with both hands, her tone cautious and distant: "I'd better call you Your Highness Prince Yu! I'm not familiar with you, so I can't call you such a friendly name."

Prince Yu said quickly: "Okay! I won't force you. Wait until you trust me before calling me..."

He paused and explained seriously: "Xiaoman is the wisest solar term of the year. We say Xiaoxue and Daxue, Xiaoshu and Dashu, but there is no Dashu after Xiaoman, because water overflows when it is full, and the moon wanes when it is full.

In the eyes of the Chinese, leaving a little room for imperfection is the key to persevering. The best state of life is the Xiaoman period, when the flowers are not fully bloomed and the moon is not full. Life is simple and happy, with small but full joys and expectations that are about to be fulfilled, and everything is just right.

He slowly approached her face, his eyes sparkling with deep admiration, and whispered to her in a charming tone: "Just like you, you seem ordinary at first glance, but the more you look at you, the more interesting you become. The more you look at me, the happier I am. I can be obsessed with you after a few more glances."

Luo Ying was so shocked by his sudden confession that she shivered involuntarily. She quickly pushed him away and sneered, "Hmm... you are indeed a playboy who lingers among the flowers. You have a lot of tricks to pick up girls. I have no interest in you, so don't use your playboy tricks on me."

Xiang Yuandai was stunned by her sudden rejection, but then he showed a mischievous smile and said, "Okay! Then I will be serious and stop teasing you..."

He explained earnestly: "Grain Full is the eighth solar term in the twenty-four solar terms and the second solar term in summer. It falls on May 8 every year, when the grains of summer crops in the north begin to fill with juice and become full.

Ancient people divided the Grain Full Festival into three stages: the first stage is when bitter herbs bloom, the second stage is when rice and grass die, and the third stage is when wheat grows. It is said that after bitter herbs have flourished during the Grain Full Festival, some shade-loving grasses begin to wither and die under the strong sunlight, and in the last stage of the Grain Full Festival, wheat begins to mature.

Xiang Yuandai suddenly said, "We are just standing here talking. Aren't we tired?"

He then sat down on the doorstep, gently patted the empty seat beside him, and invited with a smile: "Come here... sit down and talk slowly."

Luo Ying hesitated for a moment, but still walked to a place a little further away and sat down. Xiang Yuandai saw this and immediately smiled and moved closer to her, as if he wanted to close the distance between them. However, Luo Ying glared at him, as if she was a little dissatisfied with his behavior. Xiang Yuandai was frightened by her eyes and dared not act rashly.