Red Heart Survey

There is a touch of white in the vast sky, and the snow on the clouds is also soft, as if it will be blown away by the wind at any time.

The Cloud Country is not a cold place, but its snow-capped peaks never melt over the years and stand out from the sea of ​​clouds.

Ye Qingyu sat on the edge of the cliff with her knees hugged, quietly watching the ripples on the sea of ​​clouds.

She also likes to wear white clothes now, with a jade hairpin to tie her Taoist bun and a fairy robe that opens like clouds.

Without makeup, she looks like a young man in a corrupt world.

His eyes and eyebrows are cold, as if they have never been tainted by the world.

But in her hand... she also held a worldly copper coin.

Her right hand was across her knee, with her fingers spread out, like a lamp branch carved from white jade.

The copper coin, which was round on the outside and square on the inside and covered with dust, was like a candle in the human world, spinning quietly between her thumb and index finger.

There was drizzling rain in the sky, like a veil of mist.

Someone lifted the curtain.

"I guessed that you were here." The young True Lord spoke softly, as if he was afraid of wrinkling the scroll.

Slowly approaching, his movements still have the spirit of a fairy, his eyes still like calm waves. He walks on the sky, not daring to startle the wind. He walks on the sea of ​​clouds, without disturbing the clouds.

Ye Qingyu held the spinning copper coin back in his palm and looked up at him, as if this glance brought him back to the human world: "Where are you from, Mr. Jiang? Why are you pretending to be relaxed?"

Jiang Wang stepped down into the depths of the sea of ​​clouds, but managed to step back up.

It wasn't like he was completely unprepared. When he stepped back, he grabbed a long scroll in his hand, unfolded it, and smiled: "Look what this is?"

Ye Qingyu blinked and looked at it, and saw that the brushstrokes were stretched, the expressions were lively, and the light and shadow were just right. It was a masterpiece of figure painting.

The painting showed a man in a green robe and a jade crown, curled up like a baby in the air, holding a huge gold ingot in his arms.

The background is an endless array of brilliant light.

The middle of the ingot seems to be a screen, and in the bright golden light, there is a faint and graceful figure, which gives people endless imagination of wealth.

It is clearly a painting of the earlier battle in the Meteorite Forest, but I don't know who in Zhanghuatai drew this.

"I don't know who is so bored." Jiang Wang said with a smile: "This New Year, many people in Chu State hung this in their homes. It's called something like this - Picture of the God of Wealth Embracing Heaven."

He walked forward: "It is said that we can bring the God of Wealth home."

Ye Qingyu stretched out her body, showing off her graceful figure, yawned, and sat down cross-legged, saying "Oh", "When did Guangshu give it to you?"

"What Guangshu?" Jiang Wang subconsciously denied it, then immediately denied his denial and whispered, "A few days ago."

"Did you bring any gifts?" Ye Qingyu asked.

Jiang Wang laughed again: "You are so smart. You can guess this. Guess, it is——"

"Did Sister Shunhua help prepare it?" Ye Qingyu asked again.

Jiang Wang stopped smiling.

This... is not right. When did I learn the Star Tribulation Sutra? How come everything is predictable?

"Go on." Ye Qingyu waved his hand, took the scroll of "The Picture of the God of Wealth", looked at it carefully again, then slowly rolled it up and tied it up carefully. He said casually: "What do you want to talk about today?"

Jiang Wang thought he was ready, but suddenly he felt that he was not ready enough. "So...are you free?"

"The Taoist magic system of High Heaven Pavilion is being reconstructed. Father was a bit stingy in order to hide his strength. It should have been completed three days ago, but it's too late now."

"The annual joint council of Yun Nation will be held tomorrow. I will attend this year."

Jiang Wang's heart, which had been in a turmoil, suddenly became quiet.

He sat down next to Qingyu, hugged his knees, and looked up at the sea of ​​clouds.

Of course there were wistful eyes and complicated nostalgia, but the voice was clear: "At the Dragon Palace Banquet, I said I would tell you when the time is right."

"Maple Leaf Jiang always keeps his word and honors his promise. I have never doubted it." Ye Qingyu tilted her head, and the world in her eyes tilted with it: "But this is the first time he has delayed like this."

In her eyes, Xiao Jiang was half tilted, and his profile seemed to be embedded in the entire mountain scenery.

The eyelashes are long and thin, like clouds and fog. But the bright and deep eyes cannot hide the moon.

His nose was high and straight, and his lips were pursed with a hint of stubbornness.

He was once a young man covered in dirt and filled with hatred and resentment due to his past experiences.

When did it become like this?

Perhaps it is impossible to say these things face to face, eye to eye, or perhaps we need the last bit of time to recall.

Anyway, Jiang Wang just sat there and spoke, as if telling Yun Hai: "She..."

He wanted to seriously open up his heart and talk about why he delayed this promise. He was willing to talk about what was different about that woman and how she changed the boy's world. Of course, he also remembered the waves on the Qingjiang River and the panic in the unknown cave...

But he also remembered the maple leaves all over the sky and the bright red blood.

Today he finally felt he could tell it all.

He wasn't saying how helpless he was.

He just wanted to tell Ye Qingyu that he remembered the promises he had made.

But Qingyu only allowed the word "she" to come out before interrupting his story.

"Talking about another woman in front of a woman is not a smart choice!" she chuckled.

This handsome young man in this corrupt world chuckled, seemingly intentionally and yet unintentionally, with deep meaning yet careless, which contrasted with the dullness of Jiang Zhenjun.

He sat there in a daze, and the joy, calmness and endless talk he had imagined all turned into a lump in his throat.

The gaze that could easily penetrate thousands of mountains was withdrawn from the sea of ​​clouds in embarrassment, and finally it saw what was in front of it again.

Perhaps this cramped and embarrassing feeling is what we really face.

He wanted to say something, but felt that whatever he said would be wrong. He wanted to remain silent, but did silence mean he was guilty?

He subconsciously touched the Taixu Magatama.

Why didn't anyone send out a challenge today?

He gave up after just a few days. This is not okay, Dou Zhao.

How about calling Dou Mian? It's just an extra.

"Did you know her first, or me first?"

Ye Qingyu's voice suddenly sounded again. It seemed to be far away in the sky when it sounded, and it was in a trance for a moment before it fell in front of him.

Jiang Wang suddenly felt that he might have underestimated Qingyu's fighting ability. At least her attacks were always unexpected.

Suddenly, he came to his senses. This question was forced in front of him. His thoughts were flashing wildly, and he didn't know what the correct answer was. He could only honestly say, "I met her first."

Ye Qingyu let out an "Oh".

"Oh", what does it mean?

Got it? Think about it again? What the hell?

As strong as Dou Zhao was, he could see where the next blow would come from with just a raise of his hand. But he could never guess what "Clouds on the Blue Rain" was thinking.

"Then..." Jiang Wang was at a loss for what to do for a while, and finally took out the small brocade box, holding it in his hand, and asked awkwardly: "Do you want this one?"

Qing Yu rolled her eyes at him and said, "If I don't accept it, how can I return the gift?"

"She always takes Shunhua's things... It's like she has a younger brother and a brother who can't take care of himself."

Her tone was like anger and resentment: "I will prepare a gift later, you can return it in two days, don't be too deliberate..."

I even gave her a lecture, Jiang Wang thought.

But at least he knew not to explain, so he just said "hmm" and quickly activated the formation and opened the brocade box.

Inside the brocade box, on the black silk, was a hairpin with a phoenix tail made of silver thread. It looked simple and beautiful, with both nobility and fairy spirit.

Although Qu Shunhua helped prepare it, he also made serious suggestions - of course, this sister-in-law was too opinionated and the suggestions were not adopted.

Jiang Zhenjun flicked his two fingers lightly, and casually made a sword flower, and asked tentatively: "Shall I put it on for you?"

Ye Qingyu glanced with her celestial eyes and watched the sword flowers fade away.

Jiang Wang felt inexplicably uneasy and moved his shoulders.

"It's been so long, and you still haven't learned how to pin your hair properly," she said.

The hair I pinned for An An was all in good condition. Jiang Wang wanted to say this, but suddenly an idea came to him and he said, "Maybe it takes practice."

Ye Qingyu sighed, carefully put away the scroll of the God of Wealth, and waved gently.

Jiang Wang lowered his head obediently.

The last time I tied my hair was the last time.

It was Ye Qingyu who helped him.

The hand that played the zither and the moonlight fell on the strings of his black hair. She easily took off the jade crown and used her jade fingers as a comb to comb his long hair again.

"I received a total of 1,331 letters signed by 'Maple Leaf Little Jiang'."

Ye Qingyu spoke while combing her hair, her immortal eyes focused on her long hair, as if that was the most complicated magic in the world.

"Among the 1,003 letters, all of them mentioned Jiang Anan."

"There are still two hundred and ninety letters, which are about cultivation."

"Only twenty-six letters, telling about what scenery he saw and what interesting things happened."

After all, combing hair is not a complicated thing and it doesn't take up too much time. And Ye Qingyu has never been a procrastinator.

She is used to being indifferent because many things are not worth worrying about.

So she put on the jade crown and sat back.

She continued, "There are three letters left, expressing his frustrations that he had nowhere to vent. I saw his emotions being crushed in the crevice of the mountain. He managed to emerge as a human being, but he gritted his teeth and said that he would have to work harder."

"The last nine letters were pieced together in a haphazard way, and I couldn't make any sense. I read them over and over again, and indeed, I saw the green rain on the clouds between the lines."

That sword flower has disappeared for a long time.

She glanced at the missing sword flower, and then turned her eyes back to Jiang Wang, falling on the eyebrows of the so-called 'Lord of Wealth': "Mr. Jiang is a person who chases the stars and the moon. He has no scenery in his eyes and will not be easily moved by worldly desires. But once such a person has something to worry about, the earth will inevitably crack and the mountains will collapse."

"I--" Jiang Wang opened his mouth to speak.

But the sound was silenced by an index finger.

Jiang Zhenjun was an expert in the art of sealing and controlling towns. After Zuoqiuwu passed away, he finally found the best in the world.

But this gesture of silencing is indeed an unsolvable seal in this world.

The jade-like index finger was lightly placed on her lips. He was still some distance away and could not utter a word.

Qingyu seldom speaks so much, so he seems particularly serious.

She is too cold, too indifferent, too "fairy", as if she doesn't care about anything. But at this moment, when you look into her eyes, those fairy eyes that control Ruyi, after all, can't suppress all kinds of emotions... She actually remembers everything.

"Below Wu'an City, I saw her worried look. At the Dragon Palace Banquet, she danced to the sound of my zither."

"She is so beautiful that I feel pity for her."

“I believe she is a very worthy person.”

"She must be worthy of the landslide you had for her."

"But Mr. Jiang——"

She actually smiled, her eyes curved with smile, the sparkling starlight was scooped into the crescent moon: "I have become heavier recently. I am afraid that your heart can't accommodate another person."

She was born with everything, but that doesn't mean she doesn't know how to cherish it.

Is she not worthy of the devastation in Jiang Wang's heart?

Didn’t she stir up a storm of thunder and lightning in Jiang Wang’s heart?

Are there no evenings of longing and sleepless nights?

But she is Ye Qingyu.

The apple of Ye Lingxiao's eye, the daughter of Luqiu Chaolu.

She has her pride and ego.

No words are enough to respond to this.

None of the books Jiang Wang had read had the correct answer written in them.

Emperor Wu of Qi, who had loved everyone sincerely but whose heart was broken into many pieces, just said "I'm sorry" and "I loved you" many times in "The Thousands of Beauties of Various Nations".

There is no inevitable form of love. There is no single correct answer to love.

Jiang Wang raised his head, he looked at Ye Qingyu, not just at her beauty. He looked at her eyes filled with tears, and her smile that was still as bright as the moon: "The higher the level of cultivation, the more distant from worldly emotions it seems. The further you cultivate, the less you remember the ups and downs of the human world. Sometimes I need to admit that I am not so willful in my life. I don't know what words I can use to respond to your heart."

"I don't know how to explain or refute. I only know that I definitely don't want you to cry."

"This feeling has nothing to do with anything. It's not because of anything you did or didn't do."

He still held the beautiful hairpin in one hand.

The other hand moved to his chest...

Press down hard, and you will catch your heart like catching the moon in the water!

He looked into her eyes so intently that she could see the surging of the deep ocean.

"It will tell you what I've been through, what I've felt, what I've figured out, and what I'm attached to. I won't hide anything about me from you."

He said slowly, "If you are ready...please come and see my true heart."

Ye Qingyu's hand rested on his heart. Her soft and slightly cool hand touched the heat of his heart.

As long as she had the slightest thought, she could break into this heart door. From then on, the most famous True Lord in the world, "Jiang Wang in the Sky", had no secrets from her.

But she didn't move forward.

Because you can’t see a person’s true heart until you walk into his heart!

She just held the heart tenderly, gently pushed it back into her chest, and said with tears in her smile: "Mr. Jiang, we may not have a sensational story."

In the misty drizzle, there is only one round raindrop. It seems that the moon is so bright because it has swallowed up all the dampness of the fog.

The raindrop flew in the hazy mountain scenery, ripples appeared on the water and a fairy palace seemed to rise up.

"I am a person who can never get used to losing, but I am always losing. Along the way, I dare not slack off for a single day, just hoping that the people I love can be safe and sound."

Jiang Wang finally raised his hand and placed it on hers, pressing it against his chest, feeling the cool hand and his restless heart: "Besides, my heart is beating for you."

Thanks to the book friend "白帝子是天" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 867th alliance of the Red Heart Sky Patrol!

Thanks to the book friend "Meishujiu Lingka" for becoming the leader of this book! This is the 868th leader of Chixin Tianxun!