The Moon Can See My True Feelings 2

At dusk, the clouds over Xicuo Town seemed to be edged with gold, layering out in layers, floating in the wind, and turning into ocean waves.

Huaiwen pulled her hands away from Xuanye's grasp, pointed to the sunset, and Wanting smiled, "Look, the sky is so beautiful."

Xuan Ye raised his head and looked at the sunset. He then looked down at Huai Wen and heard her say with regret, "It would be such a pity if no one could see such a beautiful sky."

Xuan Ye understood Huai Wen's words, and he nodded, also liking this kind of weather.

After a short while, Huaiwen said softly, "No matter what we were like before, our goal is the same, Lord City Lord."

"Let us work together to make this world peaceful and prosperous, and let our descendants continue to thrive."

As the sun sets, the moon rises.

Jiang Liyan has been preparing fine wine and delicacies for a long time.

Yangyan Yuqiong is a top-quality wine from Xicuo Town. A single jar of this wine is worth twenty cartloads of silver.

It is said that this wine must first be placed in a vessel made of lava and fired for an hour. Then it is buried in the ground and left to burn for thirty-six days before being dug out.

When it's time to drink, first heat the vessel containing the wine over a fire to let it breathe. Only then can it be poured into the bottle and cooled, allowing a unique aroma to waft out.

This reminded Huaiwen of the days she spent working as a waiter in Luofu City, where the aroma filled her nostrils and permeated her entire being, making her feel intoxicated. Luofu's famous wine was renowned in both the human and demon realms, but unfortunately, she didn't have the money to buy it back then and had never tasted it.

Fortunately, I had the opportunity to taste Yangyan Jade Wine today, which satisfied my craving for alcohol.

After a few drinks, the group heard people at the next table starting to recite poems.

Cang Lun then said to himself, "Where there is wine, there are people composing poems. How much more so where there is such fine wine."

He had traveled far and wide and seen many people who, while drinking, would be inspired to write poetry, their words flowing effortlessly. But more often than not, he had only seen rambling, unremarkable poems. It was far more interesting to simply write a casual "I was here" graffiti.

As they were talking, someone came over to offer a toast: "Seeing your dignified appearance, young master, I'd like to offer you a toast."

Cang Lun drank a cup, and the man laughed, "Since you've drunk this cup, it means you've accepted our invitation. Now, please compose a poem with us."

Cang Lun asked with great interest, "How so?"

The man laughed and read aloud: "As is customary, you must first match the words written by our Demon King Yao Ri Ce Mie—'Spring waters and autumn waters are filled with sorrow, tears and saliva are plentiful and dry throat.'"

What kind of awful poem is this...?

Everyone at Huaiwen's table was feeling bad.

But once seated, they set an example by having Cang Lun recite a line in unison with the other person: "Summer water and winter water are mostly icy cold; drowning and falling into the water often lead to tragic deaths."

This caused everyone to burst into laughter, but fearing that Yao Ri Ce Mie would hear it and curse them, they could only say, "That's right, that's right."

Cang Lun became interested and even asked Jiang Liyan to repeat it, saying that there must be someone at the bottom.

Jiang Liyan, who had been drinking, was already very excited. After watching Cang Lun and others exchange poems, he was eager to try it himself.

When Canglun asked him to say something, he immediately raised his wine cup and strode forward: "Drinking wine in the dark night, it's like being with immortals, dazzling the eyes. Sleeping by the fragrant locust tree beside my pillow, what does life and death matter?"

The poem was both affectionate and delightful, drawing applause and cheers from the crowd. Jiang Liyan was not as carefree as usual; instead, he was a gentleman, courteous and respectful, displaying the demeanor of a scion of a prominent family.

Upon seeing this, everyone continued drinking and making merry with Jiang Liyan, enjoying the prosperous and carefree atmosphere.

After observing for a long time, Huaiwen suddenly remembered that although she knew that Jiang Liyan's family had once been a prominent family, she had not received any news from them in recent years and did not know how they were doing.

Before Huaiwen could ask, Canglun teased Jiang Liyan about his talent, saying that if he were a scholar, he too would fail the exam.

Raise the golden goblet, down another cup, and Jiang Liyan sat down contentedly. Huaiwen lowered his voice with concern: "Ayan, I haven't asked you yet, how are your clansmen doing?"

Jiang Liyan said self-deprecatingly, "Of course I'm not doing well, but I'm just managing to survive."

"How long have you been out? Don't you want to go home?" Huaiwen asked again.

Jiang Liyan chewed on the meat and joked to himself, "I haven't even attained immortality yet, so how am I supposed to go home?"

Cang Lun, who was standing nearby, listened and turned to say, "Young man, even if you haven't attained immortality, you should still go home and visit. Your parents are getting older, much faster than you are becoming immortal. There are plenty of people in this mortal realm who haven't become immortals. In all these years, have you ever seen any sect dare to come out and say that one of their disciples has attained immortality?"

Jiang Liyan muttered, "Then, like you, I'll wander the world."

Cang Lun choked on his breath, and Shi Yulu looked at him and asked, "Then tell me, what is it that you want to become an immortal?"

"Isn't that obvious? In the human world, there are only two paths to take: becoming an official or cultivating immortality. I'm not suited to be an official, so I'll become an immortal. Being an official benefits the people, and being an immortal is the same. What I, Jiang Liyan, am doing is just ordinary little things in this world, seeking self-satisfaction, and incidentally becoming a good immortal."

Such words would resonate with anyone who heard them. Cang Lun's gaze met Shi Yulu's unintentionally, and they both saw regret in each other's eyes.

Huaiwen silently filled her glass, lightly touched Jiang Liyan's glass, and smiled knowingly, which spoke louder than words. Jiang Liyan, on the other hand, was quite cheerful. He put his hand on Huaiwen's shoulder, intending to drink with her, and even recited two poems to praise Huaiwen.

Just as they were enjoying their drinks, someone from the next table suddenly came over to offer a toast. Jiang Liyan had no choice but to let go of Huaiwen and stand up to drink with the person. He was about to sit down again when someone pulled him away.

The space next to Huaiwen became empty, so Xuan Ye moved over and sat down next to Huaiwen. He picked up the wine glass on the table and swirled it slightly. He didn't speak, but looked at Huaiwen with a deep, affectionate, and slightly aggressive gaze.

Huaiwen could tell, so he smiled with his head down, raised his wine cup and clinked it with Xuan Ye's, then drank it all in one gulp.

This had a different flavor in the eyes of Shi Yuluo and Cang Lun.

To change the mood, Cang Lun shifted the topic to Huai Wen, asking her if she had chosen a weapon.

Huaiwen and Xuanye exchanged a glance. She was unsure whether she should mention that she now possessed one. However, out of concern, she didn't say so directly. Instead, she returned to Canglun and told him that she had already spotted one at the blacksmith's shop and would buy it the next day.

Shi Yulu then recited a few lines: "Then we can set off tomorrow."

"Yes, we probably won't have time to drink and compose poetry afterwards," Cang Lun sighed. "Tonight, we must drink until we drop! Waiter—bring us new wine!"

Looking at Jiang Liyan, everyone thought his poem was particularly brilliant. So they took out pen and ink and asked him to write it down. Jiang Liyan was a little drunk, but he took the pen and began to write fluently on the paper.

Before anyone could appreciate his poem, Jiang Liyan began to stagger forward. Halfway there, he suddenly turned to face a large pillar in the tavern.

He let out a hearty laugh: "Young master, I'm going to write it here."

He then dropped the pen, grabbed a sword from someone nearby, and brandished it at a pillar. The waiter, seeing this, rushed out to stop him, but the surrounding crowd had already gone mad with this feat and wouldn't let him pass.

After Jiang Liyan carved a poem with his sword, he enthusiastically began to practice swordsmanship, adding to the charm of the evening and drawing applause and cheers from the entire restaurant.

Throughout the entire process, Cang Lun somehow found himself flushed from drinking. He suddenly remembered the volcanic hot spring bath and said, "Since we've had our fill of wine, we should also take a dip in the famous volcanic hot spring bath."

Shi Yulu pursed her lips and said, "You're drunk."

Cang Lun denied it: "I've only had a little bit of wine, not enough to get me drunk."

Having mingled between the human and demon realms for many years, Cang Lun exuded a more worldly and carefree air than before. Shi Yulu felt a strange mix of emotions. Hearing Cang Lun invite her to take a bath with him, Shi Yulu gazed at him, took a small sip of her wine, and said, "I'm not going."

Shi Yulu immediately stood up: "But don't stay out too late, lest something unexpected happens."

After saying that, she left. Cang Lun watched Shi Yuluo's retreating figure, then grabbed Huai Wen's hand and said with a light laugh, "She's not going because she has no one to accompany her. It would be more interesting for us masters to go for a soak together."

Huaiwen tried to pull her hand away, but Canglun held on too tightly, so she could only shake her head in refusal.

Cang Lun was no longer aware of what he was doing. He reached out his other hand and grabbed Xuan Ye: "Then let's all go. Let's all take a good shower."

"Ouch!" Cang Lun cried out, quickly pulling his hands back. "What was that? It hurts!"

Huaiwen turned to look at Xuan Ye, and seeing his cold eyes and displeasure, he guessed that it was Xuan Ye who had caused Canglun's pain. Then he heard Xuan Ye say fiercely, "It's getting late, you get back here too."

Huaiwen nodded and stood up, preparing to leave, but then he heard Xuan Ye say, "Stop right there."

"Didn't you tell me to leave?" Huaiwen said, sounding a little aggrieved.

Xuan Ye also stood up and explained, "That's not what I meant. Drunkards should go home early. But you, come with me."

Huaiwen blinked and asked, "Why...?"

You'll find out soon enough.

When the sign for the volcanic hot spring bath came into Huaiwen's view, she silently glanced at Xuan Ye beside her. A chill ran down her spine; did he intend to join her for a soak?

In an instant, the plot of the storybook swirled in Huaiwen's mind. The more she thought about it, the more uneasy she felt, and the redder her face became. Xuan Ye was about to walk forward when Huaiwen quickly grabbed his sleeve, her face flushed, and said, "Wait, it's not appropriate for us... to take a bath together. Besides, I am..."

"What are you thinking about?" Xuan Ye suppressed a smile and deliberately raised his voice. "We're not married yet. I won't."

The words were clearly suggestive and flirtatious, yet Huaiwen felt no anger. But she was a young woman, and such words would make her blush.

More and more people came to soak in the hot springs, and as they passed by Huaiwen and Xuanye, they couldn't help but shout at them not to block their way. Only then did Huaiwen come to his senses.

She avoided Xuan Ye's gaze: "I... am quite clean, and I don't need to take a bath. I'm leaving now."

She couldn't leave, and Xuan Ye grabbed her arm, speaking softly, "You've been busy all this way, don't you ever complain? Take a bath and relax."

“But…” Huaiwen thought that if she went in, it would be inappropriate for both men and women.

Xuan Ye understood her concerns and explained with a playful smile, "Huaiwen, you're all I have. How could I bear to let you bathe with someone else? You'll have a bath all to yourself."

"Isn't that very expensive?" Huaiwen worried about his wallet.

"I have money."

Huaiwen couldn't help but mutter, "Then why were you so stingy before?"

After Xuan Ye was defeated, he bent down, leaned close to Huai Wen, and whispered in her ear as if blowing air, "I was wrong."

What's wrong with this world? In the past, storybooks only said that women loved to act coquettishly. Now it seems there's an added line: "A seductive woman is even more charming when she acts coquettishly."

Fortunately, in this moment of passion, Huaiwen remembered that not long ago, Xuan Ye was not like this. Back then, he would kill her on sight! Huaiwen gritted her teeth, staring at Xuan Ye, a desire for revenge unconsciously rising in her eyes.

She feigned a fierce expression: "Is it because you think I'm not Ruan Shiyun?"

Xuan Ye didn't want to admit it, but he had to be honest. He instinctively nuzzled Huai Wen with his head, from his neck to his face, silently showing his weakness.

What's the difference between this and a puppy? Huai Wenxin softened immediately. Anyway, she had heard people say that there is no such thing as a free lunch, but if someone is paying for it, and it's something good, why not take it?

On the crowded street, Huaiwen tugged at Xuan Ye's sleeve. The other man looked up, his eyes filled with grievance. Huaiwen coughed twice and held out his hand, giving the order: "Give me the money."

"clatter--"

A bag of money was placed in Huaiwen's hand. The money was so heavy that Huaiwen almost dropped it, and Xuanye steadied her. After regaining her balance, Huaiwen weighed the money bag in her hand and thought to herself that it was much more than she had earned in the past two days.

Now that she had the money, Huaiwen, on a whim, looked at Xuan Ye. Perhaps it was the alcohol, but the intoxication made her happy. She suddenly reached out and touched Xuan Ye's little face, smiling brightly, "Then I'll be going now~"

On the bustling road bathed in moonlight, Huaiwen skipped and hopped ahead. Xuan Ye followed closely behind, no longer needing to hide his smile, letting his joy run free. It was as if a lamp had been added to his heart, bright and dazzling.