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Chapter 141 The Loyal Guardian of Bai Yueguang Jin 16

"Who knows what that big fool has been doing," Qiuyue muttered, "I asked him to go to the market to buy some snacks this morning, but he has been gone for most of the day and hasn't come back."

Shi Qing smiled, "Your words remind me that today is Chinese Valentine's Day. It's a pity that my brother has been very strict these days, otherwise if I really wanted to go outside and take a look, I think it would be very lively."

Afraid that she would be sad, Qiuyue said in a relaxed tone, "Qixi Festival comes every year. If we don't see you this year, there will be next year."

She raised her chin slightly, her eyebrows dancing with joy, "I don't think the Qixi Festival is that lively. It's just about worshipping the Seventh Sister, competing in ingenuity, and seeking marriage. Miss, one, is not a housewife, and two, there is no shortage of ideal husbands. It's over after the Qixi Festival."

Shi Qing pursed her lips and smiled, showing more interest. "You may be right to say that I am not good at needlework, but what does the second item mean?"

Qiuyue's round eyes rolled around and she smiled slyly.

"Look, young lady, you are the second daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, and you are loved by the master, his wife, and the eldest son. You are beautiful, and you are kind and generous to others. Which young master in the capital would not want to marry you?"

Shi Qing glared at her and scolded her with a smile:

"You are a very eloquent girl. It's fine if you tell these jokes to me, but don't mention them in front of outsiders. Otherwise, people might say that the second daughter of the Shen family is narcissistic and arrogant."

Qiuyue stuck out her tongue and said, "I know, Miss, I know my limits. Besides, I only said these words because I was afraid that you would be sad."

"I know your heart." Shi Qing smiled. "Although people are celebrating the reunion of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl once a year, I think that after just one day of reunion, they will have to face separation again. How can it be considered a happy event to wait day after day year after year?"

"Love each other but cannot stay together forever, thinking left and right, Qixi Festival is just a dream for both of them."

Qiuyue nodded repeatedly, "Miss is right."

After sitting for a while, Shi Qing went back into the house.

The sun covered the green mountains, and the sky was filled with clouds. In just a few minutes, the bright moon rose in the east and hung in the sky.

The Shen family had dinner together in the hall. Considering Shi Qing's health, they let her go back early.

Strolling back into the yard, only the remaining light of the bright moon was shining on the courtyard, and the shadows of the branches were faintly visible.

Qiuyue asked in confusion: "Why is there no light at all?"

Before she finished speaking the last word, she suddenly fell silent.

In the courtyard, a faint light flickered up and down, sometimes on and sometimes off.

Then, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock... more and more, green circles of light were lit in the darkness, like little elves holding lanterns, spinning and dancing in the vague moonlight, sometimes far, sometimes near, hazy and dreamy.

Shi Qing couldn't help but breathe lightly and stare at this dreamlike beauty without blinking.

Unable to help herself, she stretched out her hand, as if to confirm whether this was an illusion. A firefly landed on her fingertips, and its subtle movement told her that this was real.

It flapped its wings and quickly spread out into the moonlight.

At this time, a tall man walked out from the flying flames in the sky, looking heroic and with eyes as bright as stars.

"Miss, happy Qixi Festival!"

Floating clouds are rolling, and the bright moon is streaming.

Xue Zhao was wearing an ordinary dark guard uniform, which made his shoulders look broad and his waist narrow. He stood under the bright moon and among the fireflies and said to her, "Happy Chinese Valentine's Day."

At that moment, Shi Qing felt a warm current flowing in her heart, an indescribable warmth and tenderness. Her eyes were moist and red, and she responded to him softly:

"Happy Qixi Festival, Xue Zhao."

They just stood there quietly, looking at each other, without saying a word.

But even without saying a word, we can understand each other.

They were carried along by the flowing night, with the twinkling fireflies circling and dancing around them without saying a word.

Qiuyue silently took in this scene, then quietly retreated and stood on the road that must be passed.

"Xue Zhao," Shi Qing finally spoke after a long while, "Do you know what it means to do this?"

"I know."

Xue Zhao took two steps forward and stopped about a meter and a half away from her. Under his heroically raised eyebrows were affectionate black eyes.

"What about the young lady?"

Shi Qing did not answer. Her bright eyes were as charming as the shattered moon in the sky. She smiled and slowly stretched out her right hand.

There was an obvious light flashing in Xue Zhao's eyes, and his face showed undisguised surprise and joy. He looked down at the slender hand stretched out to him, and grasped it as if he was being pulled.

Feeling the warmth from another person under his palm, Xue Zhao couldn't help but grin, his happiness beyond words.

"So stupid." Looking at his silly smile, Shi Qing sneered.

Xue Zhao kneaded her hands carefully out of curiosity and said in amazement: "Miss's hands are so soft and fragrant."

As he spoke, he raised it up and sniffed it.

Shi Qing's eyes suddenly widened. She couldn't help but pull her hand back and pat his head. "What are you doing? You're just like a hooligan."

Xue Zhao scratched his head embarrassedly, "Sorry, Miss, I was so happy that I couldn't help it."

Shi Qing raised his chin slightly and snorted softly, "Have you wasted your time studying these past few months? You don't even look serious."

"Miss, what you taught me is the art of war. You never told me how to deal with your loved one."

Shi Qing glared at him, but it had no intimidating effect. Xue Zhao just thought she was cute and naive.

Shi Qing looked at the sky full of fireflies and said softly, "How did you come up with this?"

"Like this." Xue Zhao held a star in his hands, and the tenderness and love in his eyes spread to the end of his eyes.

"That day in the cave, I thought about catching a thousand fireflies for the young lady to make amends."

Shi Qing took a step closer to him and looked down at his palm. "What about now? What are you doing this for?"

A slight tingling sensation passed through the palm of his hand. Xue Zhao stared at her intently, with the bright moonlight flowing between his brows. "I just want to make you happy."

He took a step forward and slowly opened his palm as she watched.

The firefly he caught slowly flew up, the faint light from its abdomen flickering in the air, and flew away from above the two men's heads.

Shi Qing's tender eyes followed its trajectory until it flew into the crowd of fireflies and could no longer be found.

"If it hadn't gone to the sky, it would have become a star on the edge of the moon."

Xue Zhao's gaze fell from the fireflies to Shi Qing's face. The girl's mouth corners unconsciously outlined a shallow arc, and her pupils flashed with tiny bits of light, which was more dazzling than the moonlight and fireflies.

Xue Zhao half understood, but still agreed with her: "The moon is so beautiful. If I were a firefly, I would fly to it and become a star."

Hearing this, Shi Qing shifted his gaze downwards and chuckled, his curved eyebrows and eyes seeming to contain infinite affection.

"I'm afraid that when the moon sets in the west and the sun rises in the east, you will still be flapping your little wings."

Xue Zhao frowned slightly, "Then I'd better just be a star next to the moon and watch over it my whole life."

When talking about the moon, he just stared at Shi Qing quietly, his heart beating wildly.

Shi Qing stared at him for a few seconds and chuckled, "No, you have already chosen to be a firefly, you can't regret it."

Xue Zhao looked up, his dark eyes reflecting thousands of lights, "Fireflies are fireflies."

Shi Qing followed his gaze upward. Under the gentle moonlight, the faint light flickered and changed, turning into a meteor in the tree, a residual flame on the fire, passing over the green pond, green leaves and lotus flowers, spreading its wings and flying diagonally into the osmanthus tree, igniting clusters of golden fragrance.

"Sir, the sweet-scented osmanthus flowers in the Shen Mansion are so fragrant. Walking along this path, I feel like even my hair is fragrant."

Just after coming out of the main hall, the servant took a deep breath and showed enjoyment on his face.

Su Lanqing was wearing a green cross-collared robe, with one hand behind her back and the other in front of her abdomen, her gentle eyebrows revealing a sincere smile.

"After all, it's the prime minister's residence, and there are sweet osmanthus trees planted along the road. Naturally, the fragrance spreads ten miles away."

The servant felt the same way. He thought of something and looked around, wondering, "Mrs. Shen said the second young lady was in the back garden. Why didn't I see her?"

Su Lanqing looked at the back garden indifferently, and there was indeed no one there.

Suddenly, the servant showed surprise on his face and raised his voice: "Sir, it seems that the third lady is in front. I will go and ask her."

Hearing the noise, Shen Zhiyi raised his round eyes and looked over here.

There was a hint of surprise and indescribable joy in her eyes. She lowered her chin slightly and walked towards this side with a dignified step.