After the dance, Xiao Ning slowly put away the gleaming sword in his hand. As the action was completed, the alcohol that had just surged into his heart gradually receded like a tide. He stood quietly in the middle of the yard, looking up at the bright moon in the sky, sighed deeply, and then turned to look at the three people behind him.
"It's so late, aren't you guys going to bed yet?"
Xiyue and Zhou Youniang walked forward briskly. Xiyue spoke first. Her voice was soft and gentle, like the song of a nightingale:
"Ning'er, the sword dance you just performed was so beautiful, just like an immortal descending to earth, it was pleasing to the eyes."
Xiao Ning smiled slightly and responded modestly: "It's just a spur of the moment."
At this time, Zhou Youniang at the side couldn't hold back her curiosity and asked impatiently:
"Ning'er! The poem you just recited was so special. The line 'Drunk while looking at the sword under the lamp' is so poetic! Did you write it yourself?"
Xiao Ning shook his head gently and explained:
"That's not the case. I learned this poem from a book. I just said it tonight because I was inspired. If you like it, I will write it down for you to see."
Hearing this, You Niang nodded happily, with a bright smile on her face. Then, Xiao Ning slowly moved his gaze to You Rong Rou Xue who had been standing there silently. At this time, the moonlight sprinkled on her beautiful face, making her skin look whiter than snow and her eyebrows and eyes look like a painting.
However, Xiao Ning looked at her with an indescribable melancholy in his eyes, as if he had thousands of words to say to her deep in his heart, but he didn't know where to start. He could only stare at her silently, as if time had stopped at this moment.
Rong Rouxue stared at Xiao Ning's handsome face, as if she could see through his inner thoughts, and asked softly:
"Ning'er, are you worried?"
Xiao Ning indeed had many things on his mind, including Rong Xuanya's disappearance, Bai Ziyun's deception, his mother Chu Qian's affairs, and his upcoming marriage. These issues were entangled in his mind like a tangled mess, leaving him at a loss. He didn't know how to deal with them, let alone how to achieve the ideal result.
However, he did not tell Yourong Rouxue the truth, but just said evasively:
"Well, because of this sudden marriage, I was a little worried about whether the girl could communicate well with me, so I got up in the middle of the night and drank some wine to relieve my mood."
After hearing this, Xiyue and Zhou Youniang looked worried and cast concerned glances at Xiao Ning, but Xiao Ning signaled with his eyes that they don't have to worry.
A sharp light suddenly flashed in Rong Rouxue's eyes, but it was only for a moment, and then she gently pressed Xiao Ning's shoulders and comforted him:
"Don't worry. If anything goes wrong, we can compensate them. If you need anything, just ask. I have everything in Rong Rouxue's pocket."
Xiao Ning looked at Yourong Rouxue with gratitude, and then nodded to show that he understood.
At this moment, he suddenly remembered that there were still a few bottles of beer left on the roof. These were modern items. If they were discovered by someone with ulterior motives, it would probably cause unnecessary trouble. So he decided to take the beer away to avoid unnecessary trouble.
He leaped into the room nimbly, put away the beer quickly, then jumped lightly to the ground, looked at the three people, and spoke.
"Let's go, it's getting late, let's go to bed early!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he picked up the wine box, turned around and walked into the house to rest.
The next morning, the sun slowly rose and the sunlight gradually filled the room. Xiao Ning slowly woke up from the bed, his eyes fell on Yourong Rouxue who was still sleeping beside him. He got up carefully, afraid of waking her up, and then walked gently to the bathroom.
After washing up, Xiao Ning left the house and walked towards Chu Qian's room. He came to the door, gently raised his fingers, knocked on the door, and called softly.
"Mother, are you awake?"
After hearing Chu Qian's response, he slowly opened the door. He saw that Chu Qian had already gotten up, but she did not move, but just sat quietly by the bed, her eyes a little dull, as if waiting for something.
When Chu Qian saw Xiao Ning coming in, a happy smile immediately appeared on her face. She hurriedly waved to him, motioning him to come to her.
Xiao Ning quickly walked to Chu Qian's bed, squatted down, held her hand tightly, and asked with concern.
"Mom, did you sleep well last night?"
Chu Qian nodded slightly, then gently held Xiao Ning in her arms and said softly.
"Ning'er, help me put on my clothes. Don't try to move."
Xiao Ning nodded obediently.
"Okay, Ning'er will help you."
He carefully picked up Chu Qian's clothes and dressed her up. Then, he gently combed Chu Qian's long hair, put it into a beautiful bun, and put on exquisite jewelry for her. During this process, Xiao Ning's movements were gentle and delicate, as if he was treating a precious treasure.
Chu Qian quietly watched her son taking care of her so attentively, and the worries in her heart gradually dissipated. She knew that Xiao Ning still loved her as deeply as before, and this love had never changed.
After packing up Chu Qian, Xiao Ning got up and took her out for breakfast. Chu Qian hugged Xiao Ning's arm with a happy smile on her face. Her eyes were full of dependence on Xiao Ning, as if she didn't want to leave him for a moment.
Soon, they arrived at the kitchen. Song Junwan, Xiyue, Zhou Youniang and Liu Yan had been waiting here for a long time. Xiao Ning looked at Xiyue and Youniang, and then his eyes turned to Song Junwan, with a guilty look in his eyes.
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