An answer that says, "It won't bother me if I follow you."
Even the last rays of sunset seemed to slow their dissipation, and the wind stopped beside the two of them, quietly waiting for Xin Ziming's response.
Xin Zimo stopped abruptly, and her nine snow-white fox tails stood up all at once.
It swayed gently like a reed in the wind, the white hairs at the tip of its tail shimmering in the twilight.
She raised a brow with her fox-like eyes, and the small beauty mark at the corner of her eye lit up. Her tone was full of disdain, and even the end of her sentence had a hint of sullenness.
Like a little beast whose tail has been stepped on but still tries to bristle: "What good person would want to be tied up with chores every day?"
Even who stole whose thousand-year-old Ganoderma lucidum, and who was arguing by the stream about whose spiritual power was more advanced, I have to settle the score!
I've been in the heavens for three hundred years, and my ears are practically calloused from all this nagging.
I finally found an excuse to sneak out and follow you to see the smoke rising from the ancient alleys, the rice seedlings on the ridges of the fields, and the sugar paintings on the long street.
"You want me to go back and listen to that nagging? Only a fool would do that!"
She tied a loose knot around the dangling silver ribbon in her hair with her fingertips, and the ribbon swayed softly in the wind.
Like a silver snake swimming in the twilight, it occasionally brushed against the jade bracelet on her wrist, making a soft "ding" sound.
His eyes darted around, a sly glint in his amber pupils, as if he had suddenly hatched a brilliant plan.
The next second, she suddenly leaned forward, her shoulder almost touching Qin Qianluo's arm, her breath carrying the unique peach blossom honey scent of Qingqiu, and she smiled like a fox that had just stolen a beehive.
With a wide smile and a glint of light in her eyes, she said, "In this life, Su Jinyun was born into a scholarly family in Suzhou, Jiangnan, and her name is Su Wan, right?"
I passed through Suzhou the other day and specifically asked the local earth god. He said that the girl was lucky and was born into the Su family, which had been officials for generations.
Her parents love her, her brothers protect her, and she still has a long life ahead of her—at least seventy or eighty more years to live—what's the rush?
I have nowhere else to go. Those old guys in the heavens are keeping an eye on things, so there's no chance of trouble. I don't need to guard them every day.
I'll wander around with you first, then you can go to Jiangnan to find her, and I'll follow you to see the small bridges, flowing water, white walls, and black tiles of Suzhou.
If you want to see all the wonders of the four seasons in the world—whether it's peach blossoms in Jiangnan in spring, grasslands in the north in summer, red leaves in Beijing in autumn, or plum blossoms in Lingnan in winter—I'll go with you.
By the way... I can also keep an eye on Su Wan for you, so that if you wander off somewhere and forget about her, I can send you a message.
It's so convenient to tell you what poems she read today and which garden she visited tomorrow!
At this point, she subtly changed the subject, softening her voice, like cotton soaked in warm water, her tone carrying a hint of casual probing.
The last syllable of her voice was like a thin thread, gently hooking one's ear, or like the tip of her tail, which was secretly curled up in her sleeve, softly rubbing against Qin Qianluo's cuff.
With a hint of barely perceptible expectation: "But you, after Su Su Jin Yun's hundred-year life, when your earthly ties are severed and you are no longer bound by birth, aging, sickness and death, where do you plan to go?"
Will we continue to drift among the earth as we are now, witnessing the sunrises and sunsets, and the rise and fall of dynasties in every era?
Let's find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters, like Zhuwu in Jiangnan, plant a yard full of jasmine, and sit on a bamboo chair in the summer to listen to the cicadas.
Or perhaps in the snow-capped mountains of the Western Regions, you could build a wooden cabin, sit around a fireplace in winter, brew tea, watch the snow fall, settle down, and enjoy a few peaceful days undisturbed?
The evening breeze gently swept over the pale pink downy hairs that weren't properly hidden behind her ears. The downy hairs were soft and fluffy, like newly sprouted buds, with a light pink hue that shone brightly in the twilight.
More vibrant than the red lanterns that used to hang under the eaves, and softer than the lingering glow of the sunset.
It was as if crushed starlight had been scattered on it, and even the wind couldn't help but swirl around the fluffy surface.
A faint blush crept onto her fair cheeks, spreading from the tips of her ears down to her chin, as if she were being gently warmed by the lingering heat of the sunset, causing her to slow her breathing.
That barely concealed anticipation of sneaking out to play slowly spread in my eyes, like a pebble thrown into a lake, creating gentle ripples.
Even the fox tail behind him forgot to sway, hanging quietly at his side, waiting for Qin Qianluo's answer.
Qin Qianlu gazed at the fleeting illusion of time and space before her—the vermilion palace walls blurred into a hazy outline in the twilight.
The copper bells hanging under the gray-tiled eaves seem to sway gently in the wind, and the shop signs in the market are a mix of old and new, with the air itself carrying the atmosphere of different dynasties.
It has the rusty, earthy scent of the bronze tripod in front of Xianyang Palace, the sweet fragrance of the willows along Chang'an Street, and the aroma of grain transported along the Bian River.
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