Water Reflects Peach Blossoms

Mo Yuan's tall body blocked the sunlight outside the door.

Because he was facing away from the light, the fairies couldn't see the expression on his face clearly. They only knew that he was staring at them, or was he staring at Jiang Ruan?

The fairy was startled and put Jiang Ruan down, covering her with a quilt to hide her thin inner clothes that had loosened due to her struggle, revealing her fair skin.

The small and delicate collarbone was covered by the soft quilt. The obscure emotions in Mo Yuan's eyes gradually faded away. He closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his deep eyes were clear.

He was originally worried about Jiang Ruan, but as soon as he reached the door, he saw the girl in front of him with a face as pretty as a peach, rosy cheeks, half-furrowed brows, and a delicate and graceful appearance tainted with worldly feelings.

The fairies saluted Mo Yuan, "Lord Mo Yuan."

Mo Yuan stood at the doorway, neither moving nor speaking. When the fairies lowered their heads and looked at each other in confusion, he said in a steady voice, "Don't go outside. Stay inside."

The fairies should be.

Sitting at the stone table again, smelling the fragrance of plum blossoms, Mo Yuan looked normal, but his eyes were stunned and his thoughts were drifting away.

He wanted to concentrate, but unfortunately, he was always distracted by the images in his mind.

……

Having just arrived at Kunlunxu, Siming, who was led into the mountains by Diefeng, said to Diefeng, "Please, Immortal Diefeng, take me to visit the Supreme God Mo Yuan first, and then to the courtyard where Miss Jiang is staying."

Diefeng looked at Siming and said, "What a coincidence! Master happens to be in the Empress's courtyard. This way, Siming Star Lord can avoid making a trip."

"In that case, I'd like to trouble the Immortal Diefeng to lead the way." Siming remained expressionless, but he was puzzled in his heart. The God Mo Yuan usually didn't like trouble, and even more so didn't like to get involved in other people's affairs. Why was he in the courtyard where Jiang Ruan was staying in Kunlun Xu?

When Diefeng brought Siming there, Siming saw Lord Mo Yuan, who seemed gentle and scholarly in daily life, but whose sharp and indifferent eyes, tempered by experience on the battlefield, made people feel fearful. Lord Mo Yuan was sitting at a stone table under a plum tree. The tea in the cup on the table had already gone cold, but Lord Mo Yuan just sat there blankly as if in a trance.

The upright figure seemed to be frozen, and remained motionless for a long time.

Diefeng brought Siming to Mo Yuan and bowed respectfully, "Master, Siming Star Lord is here to visit you."

Siming also hurriedly bowed: "This little immortal greets the Lord Mo Yuan."

Mo Yuan's scattered gaze instantly focused, and he gathered his thoughts and looked at Siming, who saluted respectfully. "Donghua sent you here, is there something important?"

Siming stood up and replied, "The Emperor was worried that Miss Jiang would be bored living alone in Kunlun Xu, so he sent this little fairy to take care of her."

Diefeng was surprised: "But you, Siming Xingjun, are a man?"

The Emperor actually let a male immortal take care of the Empress? Was he not jealous? Or did he trust the Star Lord Siming to the utmost?

However, it seems that the Emperor and Empress don't even like the Emperor, who is so handsome and looks like an immortal in a painting. Compared with the Emperor, Sima Ming in front of them is indeed not a threat at all.

Seeing through Diefeng's shock, Siming couldn't help but twitch his lips and explained, "To be honest, what the little fairy book said is right."

He is just here to entertain you and relieve your boredom, not to take care of you personally, so don't think in such a dirty way!

What's more, he is shouldering a more important mission this time!

Seeing through Siming's purpose, Mo Yuan didn't say anything, but instructed his eldest disciple: "Diefeng, go prepare a place for Siming."

"Yes." Diefeng accepted the order.

Just as he was about to take Siming to his residence, Siming unexpectedly asked Mo Yuan respectfully, "I wonder why Lord Mo Yuan is here..."

Mo Yuan lowered his eyes, and invisible pressure spread out.

The smile on Diefeng's lips instantly faded. He frowned and admired Siming's courage in his heart. He had just seen his master in a trance and didn't dare to ask why he was in the Emperor and Empress' courtyard and was sitting there without leaving.

I didn't expect Sima Ming to have such courage.

I admire you. But you deserve a lesson for offending your master.

After a long moment, when Siming's waist was almost broken from bowing, Mo Yuan finally replied, "Zheyan was guarding here earlier. He had to go back for something at the Ten-Mile Peach Forest. I'll be covering for him for a while."

Sima Ming thought that he should fight for the Emperor's future happiness!

Under immense pressure, he tentatively offered a compliment: "High God Mo Yuan has worked hard. I've long heard that High God Mo Yuan and High God Zhe Yan have a very good relationship, and that both High Gods are close friends with the Emperor. Today, it seems the rumors are indeed true."

Is Siming expressing that he and Zheyan are helping Donghua take care of Jiang Ruan?

Mo Yuan's tone was slightly heavy: "You've worked hard all the way here, go and rest first."

After Diefeng and Siming left, Mo Yuan called Changshan over and told him, "Siming must have had a hard time traveling all the way. Make him a bowl of Yunxin."

The man in the long gown felt strange: "Master, although Yunxin can clear away heat and reduce dryness and moisten the heart and spleen, it is also an extremely bitter thing in the world. Other medicines can also replace the effects of Yunxin. Why..."

Mo Yuan looked at the man in the long gown calmly: "He has a very strong temper. We need Yun Xin to calm him down."

Long gown: “…”

The man in the long gown accepted the order: "Master, for the sake of Siming Xingjun's health, I will make sure that Siming Xingjun finishes the whole pot of Yunxin."

……

On the way to Jiang Ruan's residence with Diefeng, Siming looked around and felt that it was more than a little far away, so he said to Diefeng, "Please, Immortal Diefeng, arrange for me to stay a little closer to Miss Jiang's residence, so that I can get there quickly if anything happens."

Diefeng said, "There are no other houses around the Emperor and Empress' residence. Besides, there are differences between men and women. It would be better for the Star Lord of Destiny to avoid them."

Diefeng intuitively felt that if he arranged for Siming to live farther away, his master would be happy.

"This is it, please come in, Siming Star Lord." Diefeng led Siming into the house and said to him, "Please rest assured, Siming Star Lord, please stay here. If you need anything, just come to me directly."

Siming: "In that case, thank you very much, Immortal Diefeng."

The two were chatting politely when a man in a long gown walked in quickly with a large casserole and placed the steaming pot on the table.

Sima Ming was puzzled.

Diefeng asked Changshan in confusion, "Changshan, isn't it... not time for dinner yet?"

The man in the long gown smiled at Diefeng, "Big Brother, Master cares about Siming's hard work and travel all the way, so he asked me to make a bowl of Yunxin for Siming!"

Diefeng: “…”

Diefeng was once again impressed by his intuition. Fortunately, he arranged Siming in a courtyard that was as far away from the emperor and empress as possible.

"What is Yunxin?" Siming became interested. "I haven't tasted it yet."

The man in the long gown smiled innocently, "It's a nourishing food that clears away heat and fire, and is best used during the dry season. I'll scoop a bowl for Siming Xingjun to try."

"Hey, there's no need to trouble the immortal in long gown, I can do it myself." As he said that, Sima Ming scooped a large bowl of Yunxin for himself.

Si Ming was full of anticipation for the delicious food, but as soon as it touched his tongue, he was caught off guard and ejaculated!

“Ugh… this is vomit… yue… yue…”