The moon was bright and the osmanthus leaves were fragrant. Yuan Xi held a white rabbit lantern in one hand and held Xiao Du's hand with the other. She followed him through the bustling crowd. The soft light of the lantern shone on his back, making her feel warm and at ease.

The two walked to the side of the pleasure boat, and a dark guard in black clothes and black boots came up to them. Xiao Du whispered something to him, and the man looked embarrassed, but still nodded in agreement. Xiao Du turned around and smiled at Yuan Xi, holding her hand and continued to walk towards the market in the west of the city. Yuan Xi asked curiously, "Aren't we going back to the mansion?" Xiao Du smiled mysteriously and said, "Just follow me, I'll take you somewhere."

The streets in the west of the city were not as lively as those in the east, but the orange light from the windows of every household was even more symbolic of the Mid-Autumn Festival reunion. Xiao Du led Yuan Xi through the streets and alleys with ease, and they even bought a pot of wine in a wine shop. Yuan Xi didn't know what was going on, but she felt that this journey was somewhat fresh and exciting, until she stopped with him in front of a small courtyard with two entrances. When she looked up, she saw the "Xiao" lantern under the eaves fluttering in the wind.

Xiao Du knocked on the bronze door in front of him. An old man in coarse clothes and cloth shoes, with a red face and white beard, opened the door. When he saw Xiao Du, he rubbed his eyes in surprise and said, "My Lord, why are you here?"

Xiao Du smiled at him, raised the wine bottle in his hand, and said, "Come and have a drink with Uncle Feng."

He pulled the still dazed Yuan Xi to his side, stared at her tenderly, and said, "This is my newlywed wife. We want to stay here for one night." He then introduced Yuan Xi, "This is Uncle Feng, who has taken care of this villa for me."

Uncle Feng suddenly showed an excited expression. While bowing to Yuan Xi, he muttered, "I heard before that the Marquis got married. Today I finally get to see his new wife. She is really generous and dignified." As he said this, he enthusiastically led them into the courtyard.

As soon as Yuan Xi stepped into the door, she smelled a strong floral scent. The courtyard was filled with many rare and colorful flowers. The subtle fragrance and the chirping of birds made this small courtyard look as elegant as a paradise.

Yuan Xi was infatuated with what he saw and asked in admiration, "Uncle Feng, did you grow all these?"

Uncle Feng chuckled and shook his head, a proud look on his face. Xiao Du said for him, "Uncle Feng used to be a well-known gardener. But he has been unable to move well these years, so he has to stay in my yard."

Uncle Feng waved his hands repeatedly and bowed to Xiao Du gratefully, saying, "It's all thanks to the Marquis that he is willing to take in an old man like me who can do nothing but grow flowers."

Xiao Du quickly helped him up, and turned to see a solitary pot and plate on the stone table in the courtyard. With the high full moon and the flowers in the courtyard, it looked desolate and lonely. Uncle Feng touched his head embarrassedly and said, "I am an old man alone, and I don't have much to do. I just watch the moon and drink wine, just as if it were a festival."

Yuan Xi felt a little strange, wondering where his relatives had gone. But it was not easy to ask directly, and Xiao Du had already raised the wine pot in his hand and said, "I just passed by Zuixianlou, and bought you your favorite top-grade girl's red wine, so I can drink a few cups with you."

Uncle Feng stared at the wine pot with shining eyes. He quickly took the wine pot, went to the kitchen to work for a while, and brought out a few plates of side dishes and three washed wine glasses.

The three of them sat around under the full moon, chatting and drinking. Yuanxiao was not good at drinking, so he just ate his food and watched the two of them drinking, but he also found it very comfortable and interesting.

Uncle Feng drank a few cups and was obviously a little drunk. He suddenly sighed and said, "It would be great if Xiaoqi and Xiaoji were here." His eyes immediately turned red and he couldn't help crying. He wiped the tears from his face with the corner of his sleeve, and his face, which had been through many hardships, showed deep pain.

Xiao Du also lowered his head, his face showing sorrow. He poured all the wine in his hand onto the ground, as if offering a sacrifice, and said softly, "Uncle Feng, you will hate me."

Uncle Feng shook his head excitedly and said, "If I have to hate someone, I should hate those bastards. I remember all the kindness that the Marquis has shown me. He bought this yard so that I could have a job and a place to stay. He was afraid that I would be lonely, so he would come and drink with me during the holidays. I don't know how they got the blessing to be able to follow the Marquis."

His eyes were red, and he seemed to be unable to control himself, so he shook his head and said, "I'm very old, and I can't drink much. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival night, and I won't ruin the mood with an old man like me. You guys enjoy drinking and watching the moon, and I'll go buy things and clean up the house for you." After saying that, he staggered towards the house.

Xiao Du stared at his back for a long time before he came back to his senses and said softly, "Xiao Qi and Xiao Ji are Uncle Feng's sons. They once joined the Xiao Family Army together. Two years ago, they all died in battle at Pingdu Pass."

Yuan Xi's heart skipped a beat, and he finally understood why he came to celebrate the festival with Uncle Feng. Xiao Du picked up the wine glass, his expression full of bitterness: "I have spent many Mid-Autumn Festivals in the army. Every time the moon was full, the soldiers would look towards their hometowns and sing songs of homesickness. They were still so young, and they only hoped to drive away the foreign enemies as soon as possible and return home to reunite with their families. It was my fault that I couldn't bring them back, and even..." He closed his eyes in pain, unwilling to recall the past.

Yuan Xi gently held his hand and shook her head, saying, "It's not your fault. If Pingdu Pass had not been saved, it would not only be those soldiers who died, but also many people like Uncle Feng who would have lost their children. So, you did a good job and there is no need to blame yourself."

Xiao Du stared into her soft, bright and clear eyes, his heart slowly calmed down, but his hand holding the wine glass slowly tightened, and he gritted his teeth and said: "One day, their blood will never be shed in vain." He was suddenly stunned again: How should he tell her that if she wants revenge, the biggest enemy is her father.

Yuan Xi didn't notice anything strange about him. She wanted to cheer him up, so she asked, "How did you spend the Mid-Autumn Festival when you were a kid? You have so many relatives in the mansion, so the Mid-Autumn Festival must be very lively and there must be a lot of interesting things."

Xiao Du swallowed the wine slowly and said, "It was lively, but there was nothing worth remembering. Dad was always strict with me, and he only showed up when I was studying or practicing martial arts. Mom was not in good health, and I don't remember ever having the three of us chatting and watching the moon together. When I was a child, I had Yunniang to accompany me, but later she also went crazy. So I prefer to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival in the army, drinking and playing with my brothers, which is much happier than the Marquis' Mansion."

Yuan Xi looked up at him and suddenly felt that although he had a father and a mother and had been admired since childhood, he was not much happier than herself. Perhaps they were essentially the same kind of people, so they couldn't help but get close to each other and snuggle for warmth. So she hugged his arm, leaned her face against his chest, and said softly: "Then we will celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival together in the future, and we will celebrate many festivals together. From now on, we are the closest relatives, no matter good or bad, we must be together, okay?"

Xiao Du felt as if something hit his chest hard, and he was overwhelmed by the huge happiness and sweetness, and he even had the urge to cry. He lowered his head and saw her with rosy cheeks and a cute smile, just clinging to his chest obediently, like a drunken kitten.

The wine he had just drunk now turned into a ball of evil fire. He gently pinched her chin, lowered his head and covered her moist and soft lips. He gently pried open her teeth, and his tongue entangled with hers with ease, raging in her mouth like crazy. Her fragrance mixed with the aroma of wine. The fire in his stomach because of her not only did not show signs of deterioration, but became more and more intense, burning his limbs and bones.

He let her go and reached inside without any instruction. The smooth touch made him sigh with satisfaction. Yuan Xi's whole body trembled with him, and a strange tingling sensation spread, causing her to moan uncontrollably.

A strange feeling spread throughout her body, which frightened her but made her unable to resist craving for more. So she could only hook her arms around his neck tightly and continue to sink into his hands and lips.

A breeze blew by, and the rich fragrance of flowers drifted into her nose, making her mind clear for a moment. She blushed and quickly dodged his invasion, whispering, "No, we are still in the yard!"

Her voice was hoarse and sweet, her eyes seemed to be covered with mist, her bright red collar was untied, and beads of sweat appeared on her neck. Xiao Du's eyes turned red, and he picked her up and walked into the bedroom.

The bedroom was thoughtfully covered with bright red bedding, and the soft light in the candlestick flickered with candles, just like another wedding night. Xiao Du put her on the bed and quickly took off his outer robe and inner clothes. Yuan Xi covered her face tightly and said, "Turn off the light." Xiao Du leaned over and kissed her fingers gently, his voice hoarse and charming, "No, I want to take a good look at you."

The restless desire continued to burn and ferment in the air. Both of them were raw and passionate, and their young and sensitive bodies were entangled only by instinct.

When love is deep, one wishes to break the other into pieces, and integrate them into the bones and blood. There cannot be even a single gap between the two. Only when the two are embedded in each other can the soul be considered complete.

Outside the window are blooming flowers and a bright moon, inside the window is a beautiful room. The pure white moonlight shines through the window, softly illuminating the two bodies intertwined on the bed. No one notices that a purple nightshade is quietly blooming in the corner.