Quick-wear flirting system: being spoiled by gods in the plane

Chapter 42: The First Minister of Power Also Likes to "Marry by Force" (22)

When Yuci rushed to the suburban mansion, he did not see Jing Yan.

"……girl?"

A figure jumped out from the darkness, it was An Yi who had a puzzled look on his face.

"How did you get here..."

Yu Ci asked as he sent out his spiritual sense: "Where is your master?"

An was stunned for a moment: "...Sir...no one is allowed to follow. It seems to be heading in the direction of Ganfo Temple."

Thinking of Bai Ying's hurried look just now, An frowned: "What happened?"

The divine sense detected the location, but Yu Ci stopped. She smiled faintly: "Nothing."

"It's just that your master, um, is going to fall in love."

After saying that, he turned around and fled, leaving An Yi disheveled in the wind.

No,

what?
Ah? ? ?
In Ganfo Temple, beside the marriage tree, a white shadow stood quietly.

Jing Yan lowered his head slightly and looked at the two red silks in his hands. His whole body was stiff and his breathing slowed down.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

A hoarse cough was heard behind him. Jing Yan's body tensed and he slowly turned his head.

It's that old woman.

"It's so late..." The old man held his clothes tightly and walked tremblingly towards the white shadow with his crutches.

With the dim candlelight, she could clearly see the two red silks tightly clenched in her hands. She nodded in understanding, and the smile on her lips became more kind.

She stretched out her hand: "Good boy, let me see."

Jing Yan was stunned for a moment, then handed over the red silk in his hand in silence.

"Hmm..." The old woman looked at it carefully, and stroked the two numbers below. She looked up, smiling, "It's you."

Jing Yan's eyelashes trembled, his Adam's apple rolled, and he was unable to speak.

Noticing the fluctuating emotions of the person in front of him, the old man handed the red silk back and slowly looked up at the marriage tree.

"This marriage tree is five hundred years old."

"I have been watching over it day and night, through thick and thin, for several dozen years. Look, it is finally growing very well."

"It carries the hopes and love of many people. With these things, it has grown into what it is today..."

The old woman looked up at the big tree with red silk fluttering in the wind, her silver hair ruffling, looking weathered and kind.

"I have seen many children who come here to seek marriage. Some of them want to meet a good man, with a phoenix crown and a red dress, or they want to marry a virtuous wife, raise children with a loving and harmonious relationship... What about you?"

She said slowly: "What do you want?"

Jing Yan was silent, his fingertips trembling slightly. The red silk in his hand seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, leaving him with no strength.

"I……"

The low and hoarse voice was a little choked, his Adam's apple rolled, and Jing Yan spoke softly through his thin lips.

"I ask for...an afterlife."

I pray that I can meet her again in the next life, even if he is a bluestone bridge and she is a passerby.

It would be nice if I could just take one more look from a distance.

He never expected anything else.

How could he expect anything...

Jing Yan pursed his lips, his eyes were filled with fragmented light and darkness, like the rippling water in an ocean after the ice was broken.

"In the next life..."

The old voice murmured, and the sigh seemed unheard.

The old man turned around and looked at the person in front of him in a trance: "The Buddha said that past lives and present lives..."

"What if, in your previous life, you had already prayed to meet again in the next life?"

Jing Yan froze, staring blankly at those eyes that were already tearful but smiling.

The old man murmured: "What if the afterlife you seek is this life?"

"..."

Jing Yan froze in place, his chest rising and falling with his breathing proving that he was in a state of turmoil.

The night wind is always slightly cool. When it blows, it smudges the water color of the light eyes in the dim light, and the corners of the eyes are scarlet. "I am happy to end the red thread, and miss my old friend with white hair..."

The old man murmured, coughed, and staggered into the house.

"Don't regret it. Don't be like me."

The last few words were spoken in a very low voice, drowned out by the rustling wind.

Yuci had been watching in the dark for a long time.

When the old man's figure completely disappeared, the white shadow under the tree was still standing quietly. The tree that had always been tall and straight now looked a little desolate.

It feels like it's going to break.

Yu Ci blinked and turned away.

Nothing in the world can be forced.

What to do depends on him.

As expected, not long after Yu Ci settled down in her mansion in the capital, the man stood in front of her bed.

In the dim room, both of them breathed shallowly.

Looking at the pretty figure sitting up in the gauze tent, Jing Yan realized that she was waiting for him to speak. His fingertips trembled slightly, and after a while, he spoke in a hoarse voice:
“Cici…”

This call was finally spoken openly. Yu Ci narrowed her eyes slightly and responded softly.

She lifted the veil and threw herself into the man's arms.

[Target Darkening Value -5:60]

As always, Jing Yan held her firmly, his big hands around her waist floating in the air, not daring to touch her.

He still smiled gently and advised in a hoarse voice: "I'm dirty, don't hug me."

Yu Ci pretended not to hear, she covered the man's solid chest and said in a muffled voice: "Sir, I am thirsty."

Hearing this, Jing Yan paused and responded with a low "OK".

He wanted to move away to pour tea, but found that the girl in his arms had no intention of letting go.

"Ci-Ci?"

Yu Ci raised her head and smiled slyly: "Carry me."

"..."

Jing Yan said nothing. He obediently bent down and held her in his arms. Yu Ci also let the force take her legs and hung them around the man's waist, burying her head in the man's neck.

The room was still dark, but Jing Yan moved around all obstacles with ease and came to the table to make tea.

For a moment, the only sounds in the house were the clinking of cups and the sound of running water.

After that, Jing Yan did not put her down, but sat on the stool to feed her.

"Cough cough..."

The figure froze visibly, and as she watched him hurriedly put down the cup and want to check on her condition, Yu Ci tilted her head with a smile on her face.

She put her bare hands on the man's chest and gradually touched him, her red lips parted seductively: "Sir..."

Jing Yan groaned, his body tensed, and he grabbed the girl's unruly hand: "You..."

"Hmm?" Yu Ci slowly pulled out two red silks that someone had placed on her chest, smiling, "Ah, you found it."

Facing that scorching and restrained gaze, Yu Ci smiled:

"Yes, it's me."

"I was the guard at the blessing ceremony. I was the one in the crowd disguised as a man looking at you. I was the one who hung your red silk. I was the one who took your red silk away. Now I am sitting in your arms..."

Her voice gradually became quieter. Facing the man's focused gaze, Yu Ci leaned forward, hooked her arms around his neck and pulled him gently, looking straight at him and whispering:

"It's me too. It's all me."

Yu Ci tilted his head and smiled innocently: "What should I do, sir, are you going to arrest me?"

She always knew that after the blessing ceremony, this person was investigating the Jinwei on the stage, and was also investigating her who was disguised as a man in the crowd.

But of course, there was no news.

"How to do it……"

Yu Ci said softly, "My Lord, do you want to interrogate me?"

The girl looked up, her eyes sparkling with light, dotted with stars, all filled with him.

Jing Yan's expression changed again and again, and after a long time, his fingertips stroked the girl's thin back.

(End of this chapter)