The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

From the stage, the lights of thousands of homes can be seen in full view.

The night view of Suspended Star City unfolds at this moment, like a painting soaked in starlight.

The long street is like a dragon, winding and coiling; the lanterns are like stars, twinkling among them.

The distant Suspended Star Lake reflects the lights of the sky, its surface as smooth as a mirror, making it impossible to distinguish between the human world and the heavens.

Si Xingzhou stood with his hands behind his back beside Tang Xixue, his posture as sturdy as a pine tree and as majestic as a mountain.

"Among the myriad lights of Xingze, one was lit by a lone mirror."

He raised his hand and pointed to the brightest lamp in the city.

The lamp was not under the eaves, nor by the bridge railing, but at the top of the tallest flagpole in the Hanging King Hall.

With his imperial destiny as the guide and starstone as the core, the flame of that lamp is golden.

Its brilliance was like molten gold, shining as brightly as a rising sun fallen to the ground.

The light was so bright that it made the surrounding lights pale in comparison.

"That is the lonely star."

He said in a deep voice, like the night wind blowing through the pines, and the distant mountain bells sinking into the twilight.

"For Kagami."

Tang Xixue gazed at the star that shone for her, golden flames dancing in her eyes.

She curved her lips into a smile, a smile as beautiful as a crabapple blossom in its first bloom.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

"Call me Gu Changxi."

Si Xingzhou said.

It's not a command, it's a request.

Emperors never make requests.

But at this moment, he was not saying this as an emperor.

Tang Xixue was slightly taken aback, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment.

"Changxi".

The two words were uttered from her lips as gently as a begonia petal brushing past.

Si Xingzhou's lips curled up, and a gentle ripple spread across his unfathomable eyes.

"Brother! Don't go too far!"

Si Xingxuan spoke angrily, like a little fox with its fur standing on end.

"I am Zhizhi's husband!"

His brother isn't even going to act anymore.

Make her call him by his courtesy name in front of him.

That's a term only used by very close people.

Si Xingzhou's expression remained unchanged, still calm and composed.

"Oh, I understand."

He paused, his tone calm.

"So, that doesn't stop me from giving Jing a gift, does it?"

He turned his head and glanced at Si Xingxuan, his gaze calm.

"Ah Zhe, you need to be more magnanimous."

Si Xingxuan felt that if he were a teapot, the lid would have been blown off by now.

Just then, a crimson-gold light suddenly shone down on the long street.

That light was not from a lamp.

It's fire.

Blazing flames shot skyward.

The wind scorched the long street, and the red outfit was whipped up by the night wind, making a rustling sound.

He held a pair of fire pots in his hands, their spouts spouting flames, the crimson-gold flames enveloping him in a dazzling light.

His face was illuminated by the firelight, but his eyes shone brighter than the flames.

Since we can't find her, let her see us.

He tossed the fire pot into the air.

The fire pot tumbled in the air, flames swirling and dancing like dragons.

A crimson-gold arc of light pierced the night sky, leaving a dazzling trail.

He took to the air.

Her red dress fluttered in the wind, her sleeves billowing like flames.

He somersaulted in the air, his movements as agile as an eagle, and caught the falling kettle steadily. His movements were fluid and fast as lightning.

"good!"

"This young man is amazing!"

"What impressive skills! Whose young man is this?"

The crowd erupted in cheers, which surged like a tidal wave.

Feng Zhuo spun around again, tossing both pots at once.

Flames exploded in the air.

A giant, fiery rose blooms magnificently in the night.

Layer upon layer of petals, shimmering with crimson light, dyed the entire long street a golden-red hue.

Flowers bloom in the fire.

Those were moves he had practiced countless times.

In the wind and snow of northern Xinjiang, on the deserted training ground, and in every night when I think of her.

He didn't know if she would see it.

But he still practiced.

Again and again.

Practice until calluses form on your palms, until your arms ache so much you can't lift them, and until you can do it perfectly even with your eyes closed.

He just wanted to give Ah Xue a surprise!

"Ah Xue".

He called out silently.

That fiery rose was a gift he gave her.

Tang Xixue's heart skipped a beat as she gazed at the fiery rose blooming in the night sky.

The flames were so hot that they made her eyes feel slightly hot.

She knew her young general had arrived!

That red dress was like a wildfire burning into Suspended Star City, flamboyant, passionate, and reckless.

"Truly a magnificent rose!"

Tang Xixue took out the Huaixue Pipa from the Star Gazing Platform.

The lamplight illuminated her profile, casting a soft glow on her eyebrows, eyes, and slightly drooping eyelashes.

Her fingertips lightly touched the strings.

"Zheng—"

When the first note of the piano was played, the hustle and bustle of the street suddenly fell silent.

The sound of the zither was extremely clear and bright, like the cry of a phoenix in the heavens.

It fell from the clouds.

The sound of the pipa echoes the fiery rose of the young general.

One is in the sky, the other is on the ground.

One is as clear and bright as the frosty moon, the other as passionate as the blazing sun.

A match made in heaven.

"Burn it."

Tang Xixue saw him among the thousands of people.

Her voice floated down from above, landing in his ear, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"Ah Xue! I'm here!"

Feng Zhuo raised his head and looked in the direction of the sound.

He finally found her among the thousands of lights.

She sat on the high platform, holding a pipa, her begonia-red skirt spreading out under the starlight, like a flower blooming in the clouds.

He put the teapot down on the ground, his red clothes fluttering in the wind.

Sweat trickled down his forehead, dampening the stray hairs at his temples.

Her cheeks were still flushed from the intense exercise, her chest was heaving, and she was still breathing heavily.

But he stood there, smiling broadly.

He looked at her with those bright, sparkling eyes.

Like a little dog that has been wandering for too long and has finally found its way home, its tail is wagging so hard it's almost flying.

"Your Highness."

Yan Ci stood to the side, twirling his folding fan between his fingers before gripping it tightly again.

His gaze remained fixed on her.

Just like many years ago, when she sat on his shoulders watching the iron flower performance.

Not too far, not too close.

Do not disturb or alarm.

It's always been there.

"Ce, I've found you."

The city is ablaze with lanterns.

Before the flames of the scorching begonia had completely dissipated, another ray of light descended from the sky.

It wasn't firelight.

It is starlight.

Countless silver-blue specks of light drifted down from the night sky above Starry City, as light as feathers and as clear as ice.

They passed through layers of clouds, through lights, through the hustle and bustle of the city, and fell silently.

Like a snowfall flowing backwards.

The candlelight fell onto the lantern, making it brighter, and the flame was tinged with a silvery-blue halo in the starlight.

It landed on a person's shoulder, and the person looked up, their eyes reflecting the dreamlike sea of ​​stars.

It landed in Tangxi Xue's palm, cool and refreshing, like a light kiss, fleeting and leaving only a slight chill.

"It's Xingxue!"

Someone exclaimed in surprise, their voice filled with disbelief.

"The power of the star veins in Suspended Star City! Heavens! His Highness the Suspended King has actually activated the star veins! This is a spectacle unseen for hundreds of years!"

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Countless people looked up and gazed at the silvery-blue starlight.

The entire city of Suspended Star held its breath at that moment.

Si Xingxuan stood behind Tang Xixue.

The moon-white robe fluttered gently in the night breeze, its hem like clouds and mist.

The light blue gauze shimmered with a faint glow under the starlight.

He held an ancient jade talisman in his hand.

The runes on the talisman flowed, their light flickering, drawing upon the power of the star veins that had slumbered beneath the city of Suspended Star for countless years.

That was a grand formation that he had set up at great expense, with the help of several reclusive elders from Xingze.

Just for tonight, so that she can see the unique starlight and snow in this world.

Those eyes, clear as the sky after the rain, held a light brighter than starlight and snow.

"Zhizhi, this is the snow that fell for you in Xuanxing City."

He said with a smile.

This snowfall was his Lantern Festival gift to her.

"The stars and snow in the city are all like me, and ten thousand lanterns are only for you."

Snowflakes fluttered down, turning the entire city white.