He Lan Tianxia

After three days in Anqiao Temple, wave after wave of people came and went, searching almost the entire mountain. Not only could Lingyi not be found, but Young Master Bai and the innkeeper were also nowhere to be found. Even the narrow passages and crevices known to Xiao Yezi, the abbot, and the old man were not overlooked. Murong Junlan was at a loss.

“I know who can find Lingyi.” Yan’er, who was chewing on a foxtail grass, suddenly thought of someone.

"Who?" Murong Junlan looked at Yan'er and suddenly realized, and the two said in unison, "Azure Eagle."

"This guy hasn't shown his face in a long time. It seemed to have been injured last time too. Every time it gets injured, it just quietly walks away to heal itself, and then it comes back with a bag of pills." Yan'er suddenly leaned her face on Murong Junlan's shoulder. She seemed to be much happier than the eagle. When she was in danger, Prince Murong would protect her most of the time. But she, the eagle's master, seemed to have done nothing to care for it.

"I'll give it a try." Yan'er picked a leaf, put it to her lips, and blew hard. The sound was clear and far-reaching, but after blowing for a long time, she still couldn't see the eagle.

Considering the quiet environment at night, Murong Junlan and Yan'er went to the top of Anqiao Temple Mountain to whistle during the quiet of the night. The two of them whistled again and again for a full hour without any result. So, the two decided to call out the names of Lingyi and Young Master Bai loudly. All night long, "Lingyi" and "Young Master Bai" pierced through the desolate and tranquil mountain peaks, reaching the village outside the mountains.

As the night grew cooler, Murong Junlan draped his coat shawl over Yan'er's shoulders and gently urged her to go back. Yan'er, still reluctant, picked another leaf. Just then, a shooting star streaked across the dark sky. The shooting star was beautiful, so beautiful that Yan'er suddenly thought of the 21st century, that rapidly developing era, that brightly lit country. She took out a glass lock from her pocket and gently stroked it, thinking of her parents far away in that country. Were they still sleepless, searching for her? Unconsciously, Yan'er's eyes welled up with tears.

From the moment Yan'er took out the glass lock, Murong Junlan's heart was in his throat, and he dared not relax. Every time Yan'er touched the glass lock, his heart would choke, and every time she touched it twice, his heart would choke twice. He secretly hugged Yan'er tightly with his arms. He was extremely afraid that his Yan'er would suddenly disappear on the spot, but he dared not and did not want to interrupt her longing.

Although he has spent so much time with Yan'er, he still doesn't know where this princess who rolled over came from, or when she would leave without saying goodbye.

Fortunately, after stroking it for a while, there was no reaction. Murong Junlan's heart was still pounding rapidly. He couldn't hold back any longer. He wrapped his long arms around Yan'er and pulled her into his arms. This was the best way to stop Yan'er from touching the glass lock.

"Your Highness, do you yearn for the 21st century?" Yan'er didn't notice Murong Junlan's subtle actions; her thoughts were still wandering far away.

"I long for it. If only my beloved consort could take me there." Murong Junlan rested his chin on Yan'er's shoulder, his breath becoming sweet and tender.

"If I had that ability, I would have gone back long ago..." Yan'er chuckled helplessly, then took out the glass lock and gently stroked it. Murong Junlan's heart, which had just settled down, jumped into his throat again.

"Strange, this glass lock used to react when I touched it, but now it doesn't react at all no matter how I touch it?" Yan'er was a little angry.

"Maybe it's broken? Let me take a look." Murong Junlan took the opportunity to take the glass lock. He let out a deep sigh. "My dear consort, I'll hold it for you. When you have time, take a look at where it's broken and see if it can be repaired."

"I remember now." Before Murong Junlan could even calm down, Yan'er snatched the glass lock away again, excitedly saying, "Look, last time I wiped it like this and like this, could it be that I didn't wipe it hard enough this time?"

After Yan'er finished speaking, she vigorously rubbed the glass lock again. "Oh, my darling." Cold sweat broke out on Murong's forehead. He quickly snatched it away, blurting out in a panic, "I'm strong, I'll do it."

Yan'er believed it. She looked at Murong Junlan with bright, expectant eyes and reminded him, "In the past, as long as I rubbed hard, that old man would sense it. If I rub it back, I'll go and kill him."

"Achoo—." The old man who was dozing in the treasure room suddenly sneezed. He rubbed his sleepy eyes, looked around, and wondered if he had caught a cold since there was no wind.

Seeing that Murong Junlan didn't move, Yan'er simply reached out and started cursing as she wiped his hands: "I curse his ancestors for eight generations, I curse him to have children without butts, and to marry an ugly woman."

"Achoo, achoo, achoo, achoo..." The old man sneezed several times in a row, as if he heard someone cursing him. He swung his fists randomly in the air a few times and said angrily, "Who is so vicious and immoral as to curse my ancestors for eight generations? To curse me to have children without buttocks and to marry an ugly woman?"

Yan'er pounded on the glass lock with all her might, cursing incessantly, "Marry an ugly woman, marry an ugly woman..."

The old man suddenly burst into laughter: "Luckily I didn't get married, so you can't do anything to me, hahaha, hahaha..."

"Achoo—" A white-haired woman sneezed in a cave at the foot of the cliff of Anqiao Temple.

"Alright, my beloved concubine, let me do it. I'll help you curse him senseless." Murong Junlan pretended to raise his hand forcefully, but only he knew that his fingers hadn't even touched the glass lock. How could he dare to touch it? But the curse had to be real, so he imitated Yan'er and began to curse, "I curse your ancestors for eight generations, I curse your children to be born without buttocks, I curse you to marry an ugly monster!"

After cursing a couple of times, Murong Junlan felt something was off, especially when he read the part about cursing him to marry an ugly woman. Murong Junlan couldn't help but glance at Yan'er, and just as a question arose in his mind, his nose suddenly itched.

"Achoo!" Murong Junlan also sneezed.

At this moment, the old man in the treasure room burst into laughter, "Let's see who curses your ancestors for eight generations, curses your children to be born without buttocks, and curses your wife to be an ugly monster."

Murong Junlan sneezed several times in a row, as he felt the wind on the mountaintop was a bit chilly.

At this moment, Yan'er urged again, "Your Highness, hurry up and scold him, maybe that old man has sensed it."

Murong Junlan stopped cursing and just pretended to point. He was worried that Yan'er would snatch the glass lock back if he didn't point it. Yan'er was too excited to notice Murong Junlan's ulterior motives. When she saw that Murong Junlan wasn't cursing her, she excitedly started cursing again: "I curse your ancestors for eight generations, I curse you to have children without butts, I curse you to marry an ugly woman."

The old man in the treasure room was wide awake. After sneezing several times, he started waving his arms and legs excitedly, muttering curses under his breath... Oh, this is so much fun! I haven't felt this happy in ages...

"Having fun, huh? Go, copy the secret manual ten times." The Emperor's voice coldly tossed over.

"I'm not happy, I'm not happy. I caught a cold. Look, I've sneezed several times, ah, ah, ah..." When the old man couldn't sneeze, he scratched his head with his finger and finally managed to sneeze. Ah, that feels good. The old man secretly glanced at the Emperor with a smug look and coughed twice.

With a flick of his hand, the Emperor summoned two thick manuals that landed in front of the old man. The old man immediately wilted like a cabbage and retorted defiantly, "You've already copied them twenty times, why are you still copying them?"

"Newly written." The Emperor turned and went back into the inner room, not forgetting to say, "If you find it boring, just copy it dozens of times. People will always find it useful."

"Copy it dozens of times more, and you'll kill me. Hey, instead of practicing martial arts in seclusion, what kind of mess are you making of?" the old man said indignantly.

The Emperor ignored him, and the stone door slammed shut again with a loud rumble. The old man, unconvinced, went over and kicked the stone door a few times. Feeling the pain, he reluctantly returned to his original spot and continued cursing. But after a while, there was no response from the other side. After a few more attempts, he gave up when he saw no reply. For the next few months, the old man developed a habit of cursing for a while every day.

Over there, while the Emperor was criticizing the old man, Yan'er was enthusiastically cursing him. In her excitement, she even reached out and vigorously rubbed the glass lock. Ouch, those fingers were more powerful than a sword, almost giving Murong Junlan a heart attack. In a moment of desperation, Murong Junlan pulled her excited little face close and kissed her directly…

That lingering tenderness in her little mouth had been something that Prince Murong had been suppressing for a long time…