Chapter 15 Shen Zhiwei I'm Not Angry
Shen Zhiwei's heart moved slightly, and he smiled and nodded slightly at him as a greeting, then walked over.
Xie Mingxu followed Xiao Wangqing's gaze, turned back, smiled, ran over, took her wrist and led her to the stall: "Little Master Shen! I finally found you, come and take a look."
He pointed at the freshly solidified sugar painting on the marble slab as if presenting a treasure. It was a phoenix with its wings spread out, ready to fly. The golden sugar threads shone crystal clear under the light.
Shen Zhiwei walked closer and bent down slightly to look at the phoenix. Xie Mingxu raised his hand familiarly and tucked her drooping hair behind her ears to prevent it from getting on the icing on the stall.
She was in a good mood, even moving the thin blanket covering Xiao Wangqing's legs up and tucking it in tightly. "It's very lifelike. There are so many people here, is the Third Prince okay?"
"It's okay. That phoenix is very suitable for Master Shen." Xiao Wangqing looked at her drooping eyes and let her manipulate his body stiffly.
"Oh, why?"
The Third Prince, with red ears, leaned slightly to the side to create some distance, his words softening a bit: "A phoenix bathes in fire, its purity is hard to break, Master Shen... should be like this."
Shen Zhiwei raised an eyebrow and was about to say something when she heard Xie Mingxu burst out laughing.
His Royal Highness held the newly purchased phoenix sugar painting in his hand, its golden wings trembling. "No matter how beautiful this sugar phoenix is, it's just a toy for children. How can it compare to the noble character of our young Master Shen?"
He smiled and handed the sugar painting to Shen Zhiwei, as if he felt that what he said was right and he had won the battle: "Here, I will borrow flowers to offer to Buddha and add some sweetness to Master Shen."
Shen Zhiwei took the sugar painting and twisted the wooden stick back and forth. The closer he got, the more lifelike the big phoenix looked, as if it was about to fly up in the next second.
She couldn't help but feel a bit sorry. It looked nice, but her body couldn't handle it. If she really bit into it, she would probably vomit all night, wasting this exquisite craftsmanship.
He looked at Xie Mingxu and then at Xiao Wangqing.
Finally, he turned to the white-haired and bearded boss who was bending over to make sugar, and said in a gentle voice: "Grandpa, please lend me the thin-bladed knife on your desk."
"Okay." The old man looked up when he heard the voice, and with his skinny hand he pulled out a thin knife and handed it over. The blade was sharp as a sliver.
"Thank you." Shen Zhiwei took the knife, put the blade against Fenghuang's slender neck, and applied a little force.
Click.
A very light and crisp cracking sound.
The golden sugar phoenix snapped at its neck, the seam neat and clean. With a flick of the wrist, Shen Zhiwei lowered the tip of the knife, slicing the phoenix in two along the curve of its spine.
The two halves of the phoenix lay quietly on the spread out oil paper. The cuts were smooth, and even the outstretched wings maintained a symmetrical posture.
Shen Zhi smiled and returned the knife to the old man. He held up half of the knife with the bamboo stick and handed it to Xie Mingxu: "Your Highness has spent a lot of money. This half belongs to you."
The smile on Xie Mingxu's face froze for a moment, and the luster in his peach blossom eyes dimmed, then slowly brightened again. He stretched out his tone and said coquettishly, "Oh my! Such a beautiful phoenix, has it died just like that? Little Master Shen has such a cruel heart!"
Having said that, he quickly took it.
He blinked several times, bit off a small piece of the wing tip, squinted his eyes as the sweetness spread, and the cinnabar mole at the corner of his eye also came alive.
Shen Zhiwei picked up the other half of the phoenix and walked to Xiao Wangqing's wheelchair: "If your Highness the Third Prince doesn't mind, this half is just a thank you for your auspicious words just now."
The cool bamboo stick of the sugar painting brushed against Xiao Wangqing's fingertips, bringing a slight tickling sensation. His fingertips trembled violently, and he subconsciously raised his hand to take the half phoenix.
The movement was a bit hasty, and the tip of the sugar-painted wing brushed against his palm, leaving a sticky touch.
How could Xiao Wangqing dislike it?
He was so happy that he couldn't contain himself.
He looked down at the half-phoenix in his palm. The golden syrup shone softly under the light, and the broken neck was as smooth as a mirror, as if it had always been that way. The sticky touch seemed to carry the warmth of Shen Zhiwei's fingertips, burning from his palm all the way to his heart.
Xie Mingxu stood aside, crunching his candy, crunching sugar crunch on his lips. His voice was unclear, "Tsk, Master Shen's division is fair. It's just a pity that a good phoenix was forced to become two lonely birds."
He shook the half in his hand and winked at Xiao Wangqing: "Third Prince, how about we become a pair? It would also help fulfill the fate of this phoenix."
Xiao Wangqing looked away and ignored him, watching Shen Zhiwei bring the half phoenix to her lips and carefully take a small bite. The sweetness of the sugar filled her mouth, a pure sweetness with the aroma of malt, purer than any candy he could remember.
Shen Zhiwei looked at his appearance and touched his nose. He took out a piece of silver from his pocket and put it on the stall. Before the old man could react, he turned around and asked, "Have you released the river lanterns?"
Xie Mingxu's eyes narrowed upon hearing this, sugar residue still clinging to the corners of his mouth. He rushed like a whirlwind to the nearby river lantern stall with the brightest lights. "Master Shen, would you like to release river lanterns? Wait, I'll pick out a few of the brightest ones."
The sound of the wheelchair rolling over the bluestone was drowned out by the clamor. Xiao Wangqing moved to Shen Zhiwei's side, his eyes fixed on her silhouette, outlined by the lights. She was staring at the tiny sparks floating on the canal, her fox fur fur trembling slightly in the wind.
"Master Shen... also believes this?" Xiao Wangqing's voice was very low.
Shen Zhiwei came back to her senses and lowered her head. Xiao Wangqing could see the curve of her lips: "Believe it or not, but just want peace of mind. If Your Highness wants to light a lamp, I will accompany you there."
Xiao Wangqing curled his knuckles on the armrest, did not respond, but nodded slightly.
Shen Zhiwei walked to the back of the wheelchair, put his hands on the backrest, and slowly pushed it. The axle rolled over the uneven stone slabs, causing slight bumps.
The river bank was crowded with people lighting lanterns. She pushed Xiao Wangqing's wheelchair to a secluded stone staircase by the water.
He then bent down and picked up two of the most common white lotus lanterns from the bamboo basket of a nearby vendor, bought some pen and ink, and handed one of the lanterns along with the pen dipped in ink to Xiao Wangqing.
"Your Highness, please."
Xiao Wangqing took the lamp and looked down at the blank lamp surface. The tip of the pen was hanging above the lamp surface, and the ink was about to drip.
Shen Zhiwei had turned her back and was writing on her own lamp. She wrote quickly, her ink spreading across the surface of the lamp, in neat small characters.
The mountains and rivers are peaceful and tranquil, and there is peace every year.
In fact, she didn't know what to write. If all wishes could come true, people wouldn't need to be so sentimental about it.
After Shen Zhiwei finished writing, he put down his pen and gently placed the lamp he had written on the stone steps at his feet. He turned sideways to take the lamp on Xiao Wangqing's knees. The moment he saw the surface of his lamp clearly, the corners of his mouth twitched.
I saw only three words written on the lamp.
Shen Zhiwei.
"Your Highness's wish is quite straightforward," she said, her voice devoid of emotion as she handed her inscribed lamp to Xiao Wangqing. "The ink is dry. Could you please light the candle for me?"
Xiao Wangqing silently took the lantern she handed him, took a small red candle from a nearby vendor's lampstand, and lit it by bringing it close to the oil lamp. The flickering candlelight illuminated his downcast brows, and his long eyelashes cast a small shadow under his eyes.
Shen Zhiwei saw him carefully placing the candle flame into her wick, his movements so focused as if he was performing some kind of ritual.
"Okay." Xiao Wangqing handed the lamp back and looked at her with bright eyes.
"Thank you." Shen Zhiwei didn't care, leaning over and gently placing her own lamp into the water. The white lotus lantern swayed, the candlelight flickering, slowly drifting away along the current, blending into the star-studded sea of light on the river surface.
Xiao Wangqing watched her lamp fade away, then took a deep breath, picked up his own lamp with his name on it, and leaned over to put it into the water.
The moment the lamp left his hand, a gust of wind blew up, carrying water vapor with it. The lamp shook violently, and the candle flame was almost extinguished. The three ink characters on the lamp surface were wet by the splashing water, and the ink instantly spread out.
The three words "Chen Zhiwei" became blurred, with the edges stained with a chaotic gray and black.
Xiao Wangqing's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously reached out to help, but his fingertips only touched the cold river water. He almost stumbled and fell into the water. Shen Zhiwei was quick to grab the scruff of the neck and pushed him back into the wheelchair.
"What are you crazy about?!"
The lamp swayed, leaving a blurry ink mark, following the direction of Shen Zhiwei's lamp, one in front and one behind, drifting away on the dark water.
"Tsk, Third Prince, this lamp...I'm afraid it's going to sink."
Xie Mingxu had strolled back at some point, carrying two brand new carp lanterns. He happened to see this scene, and with a sly look in his peach blossom eyes, he said, "If your heart isn't sincere, the Bodhisattva won't bless you."
Xiao Wangqing silently watched the two lights gradually merge into the river of lights, until they became blurry dots and could no longer be distinguished.
"Whether you're sincere or not, the Bodhisattva may not care." Seeing that he had no intention of jumping into the river again, Shen Zhiwei breathed a sigh of relief and stood up straight. "Where's the prince's lantern? Don't you want to light one?"
"Of course," Xie Mingxu said with a grin as he stuffed a carp lantern into Shen Zhiwei's hand and held the other one himself. "This prince has great blessings, so naturally I have to pray for a big one. May my Great Yin have good weather, peace and prosperity, and may Master Shen... well, live a long and happy life."
As he spoke, he put the lantern into the water with exaggerated movements and gave it a strong push. The carp lantern then rushed out like an arrow and quickly merged into the stream of light in front.
Shen Zhiwei looked at the carp lantern in his hand. It was bright red, the painting was a bit rough, and it exuded a lively aura.
She smiled and said nothing. She leaned over and gently placed it on the water, watching it drift away.
"The wind is strong, let's go back." The night wind grew stronger, blowing people's clothes fluttering. Shen Zhiwei gathered his fox fur coat tightly and turned to look at Xiao Wangqing, "Third Prince, would you like to sit for a while?"
Xiao Wangqing shook his head, his eyes still glued to the blurry light on the river surface, and his voice was so low that Shen Zhiwei's heart softened: "No."
It's easy to imagine that she thought she had done something wrong again and that she had upset her again. That's all.
Shen Zhiwei sighed, took over Xie Mingxu's wheelchair, and the three of them walked back along the river bank, leaving the bustling lantern market behind.
"I'm not angry."
The Third Prince was very easy to coax. After hearing this, he turned around suddenly, his eyes gradually lit up, and he looked even happier than when he first left the house.
So we stayed silent all the way.
The lantern festival is coming to an end and the crowds are dispersing.
It was already late at night when the three of them returned to the inn. As soon as Shen Zhiwei opened the door of his room, he smelled a familiar smell.
On the low table stood a bowl of freshly boiled medicine, steam rising from it.
The author has something to say:
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Play is play, make noise is noise, but you still have to take medicine
The author is so lonely and needs comments＞＜
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