The Prince Consort's Beloved

Finally made it to sunset.

After dinner, Li Yuanrou took Xiao Luobai to digest the food under a tree. She looked at Xiao Luobai with a gloomy face and said with a smile: "Why are you so resistant to wearing red? Don't be so stern. We will be free tomorrow. I'm in a good mood today. I'll sing for you."

Xiao Luobai raised his eyes: "That little star last time was pretty good."

Li Yuanrou smiled and said, "Let's not sing that song, it's for children. I'll sing you a song that I loved to listen to when I was sick."

There was a hint of expectation in Xiao Luobai's puzzled eyes.

The woman's melodious singing voice sounded, like the evening breeze in the forest, ethereal and ethereal:

I sit in a chair and watch the sunrise resurrection

I sit in the sunset and watch the city decay

I plucked a leaf and let it take my place

Observe the changes after leaving

Once ran wildly, danced, and talked greedily

As the cold wet heart decays

Let the heavy rain erode what you can't take away or throw away

Let it push me to the edge and struggle desperately

If there is an embrace, courageous regardless of the cost

Don't let me fly, raise me tenderly

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There was a coolness mixed in with the singing, brushing gently past the ears, pure and transparent, with distant and clear sounds, lingering in the air.

Kunpeng and his companions flew from outside the yard to the tree, and Qingluan also came out from the darkness and stopped not far from Li Yuanrou to listen.

Li Yuanrou thought about the countless times she had felt desperate during her illness. She closed her eyes and sang:

I give everything I can't take away and can't keep to it

Let it hold me in its palm and wave freely

If there is a world that is so turbid

Forgive me for once being attached to the sun

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If there is an embrace, courageous regardless of the cost

Don't let me fly, raise me tenderly

Forgive me for once being attached to the sun...

This song is too modern. I don’t know if Xiao Luobai can understand it. Li Yuanrou sang it on repeat. Her voice was as pure as a spring, flowing into the depths of her soul.

She turned her head slightly and saw Xiao Luobai's eyebrows slightly frowned, with a trace of sadness on his face.

Her eyes changed, her voice changed, and she sang a different song:

It is said that it is difficult to stay in the exiled fairy palace

Go to the Red Mansion on earth to drink wine

Passionate Eyes

How many scrolls of poems written in ink

Pour the strongest wine in the world

Lying in the towering building of Chang'an

Who in the world can be as carefree as him?

Li Yuanrou's eyes were curved. The man in red in her eyes was tall and graceful, handsome as a bamboo, with an elegant demeanor and a pure temperament.

There was a smile in her singing:

Fairy Song

Jade Flute Spirit

Wine cup jade dew clear

Sword Dance Light

More elegant than the white robe

The new palace is also finely carved with gold

The sound of harp

A thick stroke of ink to record the passion of poetry

Jade robe and long sword are elegant

The mountains and rivers are nostalgic

I write poetry like crazy and have no sorrow...

Xiao Luobai suddenly drew out Qingluan's sword, made a sword flower in his hand neatly, and then danced to Li Yuanrou's singing.

He has a light figure, agile steps, graceful and smooth movements, and continuous sword intent.

As he turned the sword, his clothes fluttered and the tassels on his hairband behind him swayed, making him look like a figure walking out of an ancient painting, even more elegant and graceful.

The sword energy gently brushed across the treetops, bringing down a few green leaves.

Li Yuanrou's eyebrows curved even more, her eyes gradually became a little obsessed, and all she could see was the red clothes.

Her eyes were fixed on the man holding the sword. Time seemed to have stopped. Everything in the world had become desolate. The background was empty. Only that red shadow was flowing freely, and it stepped into her heart in just one step.

As he swung his sword gracefully, his pair of affectionate eyes, filled with smiles, cast a tender look at her.

A look of intoxicated joy appeared on her lips, and then she suddenly raised her voice, adding a bit of excitement and heaviness to the originally gentle rhythm:

It is said that it is difficult to stay in the exiled fairy palace

Go to the Red Mansion on earth to drink wine

Passionate Eyes

How many scrolls of poems written in ink

Pour the strongest wine in the world

Lying in the towering building of Chang'an

Who in the world can be as carefree as him...

Following her tone, Xiao Luobai injected some strength into his hands, and his sword moves became more radical, with a hint of sharpness in his sword moves.

The sword light flickered like lightning, the sword skills were like the wind, rushing past, the sword energy was pervasive, invisible and formless.

The people standing on the tree all had admiring looks on their faces. Their master spent almost the entire day with the princess, and they had never seen such a scene before. They found it very pleasing to the eye.

Kunpeng clicked his tongue twice: "I am trying to confuse the princess again. Look at the silly princess's eyes, she is glued to me and can't get off. But you know what, my master is really sexy in this red dress, no wonder the princess is so obsessed with him."

An idea suddenly came to his mind. He wondered if he could follow suit and try to confuse Qingluan as well.

After all, Qingluan is different from ordinary women. She has no interest in rouge and powder, and her only hobby seems to be martial arts.

As he was thinking about it, he felt a sword energy approaching.

Xiao Luobai raised the corners of his lips slightly and stabbed at him with the sword.

The sword intent was like a tide, and several people on the tree hurriedly retreated, one leaping to the ground for fear of being affected.

Kunpeng dodged with a flying move. He quickly glanced at Qingluan who was staring at him on the ground, and thought that the opportunity had come.

He drew out his sword and said with a smile, "Master, let me fight you a few moves."

The swords collided, making a crisp sound. The two men flew around the tree, constantly fighting, and the leaves fell down.

Li Yuanrou stopped singing and looked along with everyone else. In her eyes, there was almost no Kunpeng, only the elegant young man in red.

Her eyebrows were curved, and the red shadow in her eyes was like a banished fairy descending to the earth. She had sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and was heroic. Her figure was as fast as lightning and as ethereal as a shadow.

The sword is waving and the red clothes are flying, showing the youthfulness, high spirits and unrestrainedness.

The two people fighting each had their own thoughts and did not really resort to brutal force. They just wanted to dance beautifully.

Green leaves fell all over the ground. The fight was almost over. The two men looked at each other, and immediately understood each other. They both put away their swords and stood firmly on the ground.

Xiao Luobai gently and gracefully paused the sword in his hand, and the sword body slid intact into the scabbard at Qingluan's waist.

Li Yuanrou's eyes were full of admiration, and the look she gave Xiao Luobai seemed to be filled with stars, twinkling. A smug smile appeared in Xiao Luobai's eyes.

Kunpeng looked at Li Yuanrou, who was grinning like a silly kid from a landlord's family, and thought to himself that he was really cunning. With this move, he easily made the princess fall in love with him.

On the other hand, why does Qingluan still have no expression on his face? Is he not a good dancer?

Li Yuanrou was delighted and started to chase people away.

Several secret guards flew out of the Qingmei Garden one after another, and Qingluan also walked out slowly.

Kunpeng chased after Qingluan with a flattering look on his face and said with a smile: "Qingluan, was my swordplay good just now?"

Qingluan ignored him, so he stood in front of Qingluan, his eyes burning and full of confidence, demanding an answer from her.

He felt that Qingluan would look at him with new eyes, so his smile became even more passionate.

He asked Qingluan proudly: "Qingluan, wasn't my brother very handsome just now?"

Qingluan sneered when he called her brother, and she didn't want to pay any attention to Kunpeng.