famous moon

Chapter 412
She even looked so pretty when she was sleeping, pure as a baby, especially the long eyelashes, which outlined an eyeshadow on her fair skin, curved like a rag doll.

Huang Zhiyuan just looked at her like that, the expression in his eyes was so gentle that he could pinch water.

There is a wooden barrel next to it, made of agarwood, exuding a faint aroma. In the wooden barrel, there are some ice cubes, but the effect is far less effective than that of the Ice Soul Dragon Sparrow.

Pearl led Qiang Sheng, poked his head outside, and saw that Huang Zhiyuan was still asleep, so he tiptoed over and put a thin celadon bowl in his hand on the ice. The fruit is even more refreshing and delicious after being chilled on ice cubes.

Huang Zhiyuan nodded to her, motioning her to go out, Pearl then tiptoed out again, leading Qiangsheng away quietly.

Johnson has been very well-behaved for the past few days, seldom played, and has been immersed in writing. Lin Qinghe plans to send him to school after a while.

Huang Zhiyuan used a bamboo stick to pierce a piece of ice-cold fruit, and put it in his mouth, his eyes still fell on Lin Qinghe's face, with tenderness like water.

The bright moon is in the sky, and the sky is like washing.

Huang Zhiyuan and Lin Qinghe stood in the yard, blowing the refreshing cool breeze, Lin Qinghe said: "Didn't you say, let me watch a good show tonight?"

"Don't worry, let's go on horseback."

"Not in a carriage?"

"Of course not, just the two of us, ride your little Rouge, and leave."

Under the moonlit night, two people rode together and quickly disappeared into the night.

Lin Qinghe liked this feeling very much. On a moonlit night, riding like flying was like flying in the clouds.

The wind blew her hair, and it fluttered in the air, like a snake with spirituality, disturbing Huang Zhiyuan's sight.

Huang Zhiyuan leaned his body forward lightly, and she leaned into his arms, with a faint fragrance that was refreshing.

Lin Qinghe said: "This is already at the edge of the capital, why haven't we arrived yet?"

There is a wilderness ahead, and there is no human habitation at all. What is there to see here?

Huang Zhiyuan smiled faintly, and said: "You may not know that tonight, there are five or six heads of underworld organizations gathering here. The number of people is about three to forty people, and all of them are gangsters. Are you afraid?"

Lin Qinghe was taken aback, and said, "Then why did you bring me here?"

"Because I want to show you a good show."

"Do you... think you will be their opponent?"

Lin Qinghe couldn't believe it. Even if Huang Zhiyuan was practicing swordsmanship, it was impossible for him to fight the bandits in the past few days.

Is this guy crazy?Or...he really wanted to express himself in front of her?
Huang Zhiyuan smiled faintly. Under the starlight, his face seemed to be coated with a layer of jade-like light, but those eyes were shining brightly, dimming the stars in the sky.

A hint of evil suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he said, "He'er, don't worry."

Just as he was talking, he heard the noisy sound of horseshoes coming from ahead, and stopped a mile away from them, followed by the sound of horseshoes coming from all directions, thump, thud, deafening.

Lin Qinghe couldn't help feeling nervous, and said, "Zhiyuan, let me accompany you."

Huang Zhiyuan smiled, with a touch of emotion on the corner of his lips, and said, "He'er, are you caring about me? Or are you worried about me?"

"Hmph, that's not true. I'm afraid that if something happens to you, the Queen Mother will punish you. I'll be unlucky to follow you."

"Don't worry, it won't happen, you wait here, I will be back soon."

With that said, he got on his horse and twisted the mechanism on the handle of the Ice Soul Dragon Sparrow in his hand. With a click, the handle stretched out and he held it in his hand.

Clamping his legs, Rouge Ma let out a long hiss, and rushed forward, his hand dropped, and the extremely sharp point of the knife slashed across the stone on the ground, sparking a stream of sparks.

(End of this chapter)