After traveling through time, I became a princess in ancient times

After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere in the flower hall became particularly good.

You can hear laughter and joy even when standing outside the hall, and the flickering candlelight on the table illuminates every face that is brimming with happiness.

At this moment, Xia Yurou seemed to have untied all her restraints. She rolled up her sleeves lightly, revealing her snow-white wrists. She casually placed one foot on the carved wooden chair, and was having a great time with Wanwan.

Jiang Wan is usually cold and aloof, but she can't hide the smile in her eyes when facing Yu Rou. Her feelings are different from those of a lover, and she is also the only best friend in her life.

The two people's fingertips touched lightly, and then quickly retracted their fingers. This was a unique finger-guessing game that only exists in China.

"Scissors, rock, paper..."

As they both shouted at the same time, Xia Yurou's fingers bent deftly, forming a perfect scissors shape, while Jiang Wan's fingertips pressed tightly together, forming a stone shape.

The winner was immediately clear, and a sly smile appeared on Xia Yurou's lips, with the dawn of victory glimmering in her eyes.

"Haha, Wanwan, you have come to this day too."

She laughed crisply, not hiding her pride at all. She reached out and patted Jiang Wan on the shoulder. Their intimacy was so enviable that it made Lin Yuan beside her a little jealous.

Although Jiang Wan was defeated, there was no regret on her face. Instead, she had a warm smile on her face and her eyes were full of indulgence for her friend. She picked up the wine glass and drank it all.

As another round ended, Xia Yurou's laughter stopped abruptly. A hint of sly surprise flashed in her eyes, and a mischievous smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, as innocent as a child.

"Oh, Wanwan, you caught me this time."

She slapped her forehead in annoyance. Why did she have to make the cloth? Jiang Wan couldn't help laughing at her expression.

"Yu Rou, you must accept the defeat if you lose the bet."

Jiang Wan gently raised her hand and touched Xia Yurou's nose with her fingertips. The intimacy made everything around them pale in comparison.

Xia Yurou pouted pretending to be wronged, then suddenly reached out, picked up a piece of cake from the table, handed it to Jiang Wan's lips, and said with a smile: "Well, this is my apology gift. Lady Wanwan is magnanimous, please forgive me this time. If I drink again, I will become a drunkard."

"Your Majesty, would you like to drink this glass of wine?"

Jiang Wan directed the problem to Ren Chenxi. Xia Yurou's cheeks flushed slightly. She snuggled up to the prince, her arms around his wrists like a vine entwined around a solid branch.

She tilted her head slightly and said in a tender voice: "My Lord~"

Ren Chenxi's heartstrings were touched by this coquettish call, the corners of her mouth rose unconsciously, and her eyes were full of tenderness.

He looked at Xia Yurou and saw a light of dependence in her eyes. Then he turned to Jiang Wan, with a smile in his eyes, and asked innocently: "Miss Jiang, when did you two sisters play finger-guessing games and give me an unnecessary role?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he had poured himself a glass of wine and raised it to his lips. His eyes gently swept over Rou'er. There seemed to be thousands of words in his eyes, which eventually turned into unspoken promises.

"Since Rou'er asked me to do so, I have no choice but to accept your request. I will drink this glass of wine for Rou'er, because it belongs to my family."

He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp. His movements were unrestrained and yet gentle and elegant, which made everyone eat some dog food.

Xia Yurou's cheeks became even redder, and she playfully pecked Ren Chenxi on the side of his face, then quickly pulled her peck back.

Ren Chenxi was kissed as soon as she sat down. She was stunned for a moment, and the smile in her eyes became even wider. He rubbed her hair lovingly, as if the whole world melted in the tenderness of this moment.

Jiang Wan coughed lightly and reminded in a serious tone: "Yu Rou, be careful, there are people here."

Although her voice was cold, she couldn't hide the smile on her face. She was obviously infected by the sudden sweet atmosphere.

Xia Yurou smiled even more brightly, turned around and winked at Jiang Wan, and said jokingly: "Wanwan, if you don't like to see it, you can close your eyes. You can also kiss your brother Yuan."

Hearing this, Lin Yuan curled up the corners of his mouth into a faint smile. He gently put down the wine glass in his hand and turned his gaze gently to Jiang Wan. There was a light flashing in his eyes that only his wife could understand.

He whispered, "Wan'er, let's go home and kiss again."

Jiang Wan's cheeks flushed quietly. She bit her lower lip lightly and glared at Yuan in pretended anger. Her eyes were full of shy sweetness. She was treated like she had never been treated before.

"Hate it, who wants to kiss you?"

Lin Yuan chuckled and slowly moved closer until the distance between them was so close that they could almost hear each other's breathing.

His fingertips brushed across Jiang Wan's hair and finally landed on her cheek, stroking it gently. Everything around them seemed to be still, leaving only the two hearts quietly approaching each other.

Xia Yurou snuggled up to Ren Chenxi's broad chest with a gentle smile on her lips, watching Wanwan and Lin Yuan showing off their love, her eyes inadvertently sweeping over another perfect couple.

Li Mubai is a gentle and elegant top scholar in the imperial examination. He is also the only son of Mr. Li Shanren and his martial arts are extraordinary.

With such an outstanding man, many ladies from wealthy families wanted to marry into the Li family, but they fell in love with Liu Xiaoxue.

The two are now married and naturally have a very good relationship.

At this moment, he was carefully selecting the freshest dishes on the plate for Xueer, his actions full of doting care.

And Liu Xiaoxue's clear eyes could only accommodate Li Mubai. With the same delicate mind, she placed the delicacy that she thought was the most delicious in Mulang's bowl. Their eyes met, and there was no need for words, their love was so strong that it could not be dissolved.

Although it was noisy around them, in this little world, only the sounds of each other's heartbeats and gentle breathing intertwined and entangled, forming a sweet melody that belonged only to them.

The air is filled with the aroma of hot pot, mixed with different aromas of wine, and the fragrance of love makes people intoxicated.

Heisha used chopsticks to scoop up a piece of bright red meat from the boiling hot pot. Amid the hot steam, his tightly pursed lips loosened slightly as he tried hard to blend into this rare warmth.

However, to him, this liveliness and sweetness was like ice and snow under the scorching sun, which melted quickly and made him uncomfortable.

He glanced at Xiaoxue and Miss Jiang and the others, all of whom had beautiful smiles and were filled with love, and his heart was filled with bitterness and loneliness.

Heisha was stunned at the table. The laughter and joy around him seemed to be separated by an invisible membrane that made him unable to touch. Suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he seemed to decide to use poetry, which he was not good at, to express his complicated feelings at the moment. He cleared his throat, and his voice was low and hoarse, which seemed particularly abrupt in the sweet atmosphere.

"The hot pot is steaming, and the house is filled with love. Others' smiles are reflected in the flowers, but I am alone eating dog food with a sad heart. The princess's love is stronger than before, and the prince's tenderness is like spring water. It is difficult to fit in this situation, and only poetry and wine can accompany loneliness."

While reciting the poem, Heisha's eyes moved between Jiang Wan and Liu Xiaoxue. He raised his wine glass and drank it all in self-mockery.

Baisha sat beside Heisha, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips and his eyes full of playful approval.

She gently patted Heisha's shoulder, her voice was very low, but it was full of warmth and power: "Old Heisha, your true nature is revealed this time. The sour and self-deprecating taste in the poem is quite suitable. However, although poetry and wine are good, don't forget that we still have a long way to go. Old Bai will support you for the rest of your life."

Heisha's face instantly turned darker than the bottom of a pot. His eyes, which were usually full of murderous intent, now flashed with panic and discomfort. He turned his head abruptly and met Lao Bai's eyes with a sly smile. His throat seemed to be blocked by something, and he squeezed out a sentence after a long time: "I am your senior brother, don't talk nonsense, who wants to spend the rest of my life with you?"

Having said that, a blush quietly crept up his ears, which was out of tune with the lively atmosphere around him.

Xia Yurou covered her mouth and chuckled, her bright eyes flashing with cunning light. She gently touched Ren Chenxi beside her and laughed softly, "It's rare that the cold-blooded Heisha can be as shy as a big boy."

Liu Xiaoxue smiled brightly, her clear eyes sparkling with curiosity and expectation. She nudged Bai Sha beside her and said in a coquettish tone, "Sister Bai, you see that Brother Hei has opened his heart to write poetry. Your talent has always been a mystery in my heart. Why don't you take this opportunity to recite a poem so that we can also appreciate Sister Bai's poetic sentiment? We have known each other for so long, but we have never heard you write a poem in person. Just treat it as satisfying Xue'er."

Baisha's eyes turned slightly, and there were twinkling stars in those eyes that were always calm and indifferent, and they fell on Heisha.

She gently combed the hair on her forehead, and the white tights made her look more elegant. The white phosphorus stripe around her waist swayed gently, as if responding to the waves in her heart.

She looked at Heisha's fierce face. He usually spoke carelessly, which always made people laugh and cry, and often offended some people. However, he was very obedient to her and would agree unconditionally to anything she did.

As an inseparable part of the Black and White Devils, is that deep tacit understanding love or brotherly love for her? She glanced at the terrifying death sickle and unconsciously looked at the Black Devils' face.

Baisha's gaze was focused in the expectation of everyone, and fixed on Heisha's slightly embarrassed but affectionate face.

"The moonlight shines on the lonely figure, and the two evil spirits stand side by side through wind and rain. The sword points to the sky and never gives up, and the love is as deep as the sea. Senior brother's smile often appears in my dreams, and the years go by and the love grows stronger. I wish that in this life, we can go to the end of the world together, without saying goodbye, but only staying together."

As the poem fell, the flower hall was enveloped by a gentle power, and even the heat from the hot pot became softer.

Xia Yurou chuckled, leaned forward, and said in a soft but teasing voice: "Heisha, do you know that the love hidden in Sister Bai's poem is hotter than hot pot?"

Heisha was stunned for a moment, a trace of bewilderment appeared on his usually stern face. He scratched his head, frowned, as if trying to interpret something, but in the end he could only speak awkwardly: "Ah? Really? I thought Lao Bai meant that we should go into the world together and stick together through thick and thin."

A low laugh suddenly rang out in the flower hall; even Liu Xiaoxue couldn't help laughing, her eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Jiang Wan put down the chopsticks in her hand, her eyes passed through the steaming mist, and she looked steadily at Heisha. Her eyes, which were usually as indifferent as water, now contained thousands of words.

"Heisha, you have always respected martial arts, so it is normal that you don't understand romance. But Baisha's poem is full of deep affection. The moonlight is like water, and the lonely shadows become a pair. The side by side she said is not only about the ups and downs of the martial arts world, but also about the dependence of the soul. If you can savor the charm of it carefully, you may realize that in addition to the flashes of swords and sabers, there are more delicate emotions worth cherishing."

Heisha was stunned for a moment, and his eyes, which were always full of murderous intent, seemed particularly confused. He scratched his head awkwardly, as if he was trying hard to understand the deep meaning of Jiang Wan's words.

The surrounding sounds gradually faded away, leaving only the bubbling sound of the hot pot and the occasional sound of wind coming from outside the door.

Liu Xiaoxue sighed softly, with an innocent light in her eyes, and said with a smile: "Oh, Brother Hei, you are such a blockhead that you can't even see such obvious affection."

Xia Yurou covered her mouth and laughed secretly, her eyes showing both teasing and sympathy, and she said jokingly: "You deserve to be single. You are so unromantic. I'm afraid you will miss many marriage opportunities."

As she spoke, she did not forget to cast a meaningful look at Wanwan. The two smiled at each other, showing a tacit understanding.

Heisha looked confused, as if he was in a fog. He looked around at everyone, puzzled: "What is this? What are you talking about? Why can't I understand a word you say?"

There was a hint of anxiety and confusion in his voice, and his usually sharp eyes looked particularly innocent at this moment.

Ren Chenxi put down the wine glass in his hand and said calmly: "When it comes to feelings, it's like drinking water. Only you know whether it's hot or cold. No matter how much we say, it's not as good as the most sincere feelings in your heart. Find the understanding that belongs only to you."

Lin Yuan smiled slightly, his smile revealed a high emotional intelligence. He raised his glass and saluted Heisha from a distance: "Brother Hei, life is like chess. You should never regret your moves. You have to plan this game of emotions yourself. I will recite a poem to cheer you up: 'Looking at flowers in the fog is like looking at a different world, but the hearts are connected. If you can understand the true meaning, your life will not be in vain.' It depends on whether you can understand it."

He took a sip of his wine, his eyes gleaming with encouragement.

"The love between Brother Hei and Sister Bai is as deep as the sea, which cannot be fully expressed in words. Mu Bai will express his love in a poem, as a way to thank you for protecting Xue'er. 'The night is dark and the moon is half-crescent, and the two stars are reflected in the water and clouds. Love is deep and life is long, and I would rather be a mandarin duck than envy the immortals. Dark clouds weigh down the city, and our love is stronger. We will be together forever and share the beauty of the moon. If we can stay together forever in this life, why should we fear the myriad obstacles in the world.'"

As the poems flowed, the flower hall was caressed by the faint moonlight, and the air was filled with a particularly warm romance.

There was a hint of emotion in Baisha's eyes, and his gaze towards Heisha became softer. Although Heisha still looked confused, there seemed to be a hint of inexplicable throbbing in his puzzlement.

Everyone was immersed in the emotions woven by the poems; even the heat from the hot pot seemed to become lingering and sad.

Liu Xiaoxue's clear eyes sparkled with stars. She held Li Mubai's wrist, her cheeks blushing like peach blossoms. She whispered, "Wow, Mulang's poem is so poetic! It's like our feelings are written between the lines."

Ren Chenxi's eyes were full of admiration: "Not bad, you are worthy of being someone I admire, and you deserve the first place."

He gently shook the wine glass in his hand, and the amber wine seemed to glow with a poetic luster under the candlelight.

Xia Yurou's eyes flashed with cunning light, and her voice was filled with teasing expectation: "Heisha, tell me, how much do you understand about the artistic conception of this poem?"

Heisha put on an unyielding stubbornness, straightened his back, and swept his eyes across everyone's faces, as if looking for inspiration. Then he pretended to be deep and said, "This poem is about the deep love between us brothers and sisters. No matter how turbulent the outside world is, we must be like the mandarin ducks and never leave each other, right? Also, just like this sickle in my hand, although it looks cold and ruthless, it is actually my weapon to protect everyone. Just like the poem says, dark clouds over the city make our love stronger. Our friendship is stronger than anything else!"

Liu Xiaoxue chuckled, with a hint of pouting in her tone: "Brother Hei, you are really stupid. You can interpret such a beautiful emotion as a deep brother-sister relationship. I'm afraid that our sister Bai's kindness will be let down by you."

She did not forget to take a sneak peek and saw Bai Sha tilting his head slightly, a faint bitter smile on the corner of his mouth, and a hint of imperceptible disappointment flashed in his calm eyes.

Xia Yurou shook her head and laughed: "Big Black, Big Black, you are only tall but not smart. What's the use of having martial arts? You should continue to be single. With your emotional intelligence, I'm afraid you will have to wait until your next life to open up."

As she spoke, she did not forget to raise her wine glass and gently gesture towards Heisha. There was both mockery and sympathy in her eyes, as if she was silently mourning for this unromantic master on the Earth List.