I am Number 077, an emotionless NPC. I rank first in performance every year.
Bored one day, I secretly wrote a story about a den of villains. The Heaven Dad was so delighted that he gave me m...
On the first day of the new year, the imperial palace was brightly lit. The world was unified, the emperor granted a general amnesty, and the whole country celebrated.
At the banquet, Helian Nie sat at the head of the table, while the assembled officials and ministers exchanged pleasantries and toasts.
Music filled the hall, and dancers in colorful dresses moved gracefully, while palace maids and eunuchs served fine wines and delicacies with their feet barely touching the ground.
Helian Si sat in a seat to the left of Helian Nie, propping his chin up and watching the dancers in the center of the hall with great interest.
Nan Rong Jinghua sat beside Helian Si, peeling a few glistening grapes.
Her long, slender, fair fingers contrasted sharply with the purplish-red grapes as she fed them one by one into Helian Si's mouth.
Helian Si smiled, his beautiful peach blossom eyes crinkling. Feeling tired, he tilted his head and leaned lazily against Nan Rong Jinghua.
"Snap!"
The celadon wine cup was crushed by Helian Ci, making a faint, crisp sound. Helian You, standing beside him, looked over at the sound.
He saw that his second brother's handsome face was as black as ink, and his dark eyes were fixed on Nan Rong Jinghua, as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.
Helian You remained silent, withdrew his gaze, picked up the wine cup on the table, and took a sip. He had nothing to say, much less to advise.
Because he and his second brother were in similar moods, who would have thought that in the blink of an eye, Nan Rong Jing Hua would become so intimate with his sister?
Helian Yi took in their expressions, a gentle smile crossing his warm face, as he looked at the affectionate Nanrong Jinghua and Helian Si.
With eyes slightly lowered, I took a sip of sake from my glass. The aroma of the sake lingered on my lips. I felt a surge of emotion, thinking that the misunderstanding had been cleared up.
Helian Nie leaned back on the gilded dragon throne, his narrow, almond-shaped eyes sweeping over the officials below him, finally settling on Helian Si and Nanrong Jinghua.
My eyelids twitched slightly, and I felt a deep unease somewhere inside me. This ugly thing I'd raised with such difficulty...
He regretted it immensely when he became Nan Rong Jinghua's husband. He had agreed to Nan Rong Jinghua's position as the prince consort, but since the ugly girl liked him, he couldn't say anything.
The bright moon hangs high in the sky, and the night deepens.
After the emperor left his seat, Helian Si also dragged Nanrong Jinghua away. Of course, when they left, Nanrong Jinghua received many cold stares from Helian Ci and Helian You, who were capable of killing.
Inside Yongqing Palace, Helian Si nestled in Nanrong Jinghua's arms, gazing absently at the bright moonlight.
"Jinghua, do you think that bastard Folian will come back?"
Ever since the day Buddha Lotus delivered the old man Tiandao's words to me, it has completely disappeared from my consciousness. I suppose it was summoned back by that old man Tiandao.
Yes, it will.
Nan Rongjinghua's slender, white fingers gently stroked Helian Si's face, who was nestled in her arms like a cat, and Youlan softly comforted him.
"Yeah, I think so too. That dog, Fo Lian, is very sentimental. Someone like me, with unparalleled beauty, and a partner with whom he has loved and fought for thousands of years, wouldn't just forget me like that."
Helian Si wrinkled her nose, gazing at the bright moonlight and murmuring to herself. Although she and Buddha Lotus had some physical aversion to each other,
But when they were still NPCs who suddenly developed feelings for each other, the two were still inseparable, commonly known as best buddies.
"A love-hate relationship?"
Nan Rong, with her stunningly beautiful face, raised her eyebrows slightly. Beneath her long, frost-like eyelashes, her deep silver eyes gazed into Helian Si's eyes. Her low, husky voice was tinged with jealousy.
"Who does Ah Sheng want to love and hate with?"
Warm breath sprayed on Helian Si's ear, tickling and tingling slightly.