Chapter 147 You are too harsh on me, I am afraid
A faint fragrance wafts towards you, and the warm fragrance enters your arms. A touch of light gauze and silk brushes across the back of your hand, just like your fingertips brushing across the strings of a musical instrument.
The sound of the piano also touched He Yanli's heartstrings.
He Yanli noticed that He Zhiyu was running towards Qiao Wanyan when he called out Qiao Wanyan's name. He was very sure that Qiao Wanyan would not miss such a good opportunity, and subconsciously ran towards He Zhiyu.
But she never thought that the first person she saw in the crowd was herself.
The person you subconsciously look for when you encounter danger is yourself.
The moment Qiao Wanyan hugged him, He Yanli opened his arms steadily to catch her and held her tightly in his arms.
He lowered his eyes and saw flames rising from her dress. He drew the long sword from the guard's waist with one hand and cut the burning hem of her skirt.
He quickly took off the cloak and put it on her, wrapping her tightly with only a small head exposed.
"Your Highness, it's not safe here. The Flower Goddess Temple is some distance away from here, and the wind is not heading that way. Let's go back to the Flower Goddess Temple first!" said the guard.
He Yanli met her panic-stricken look, but then he looked away and stopped looking at her.
He picked her up with one hand and held her up, then strode towards the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers.
Qiao Wanyan stretched out her hands and hugged He Yanli's neck, looking towards the chaotic riverside.
The people who were immersed in the wonderful atmosphere not long ago no longer had any joy at all at this moment. They scrambled to flee frantically, trying to get away from the river where the Kongming lanterns gathered.
In order to avoid danger, they pushed the people in front of them away, knocking aside the children who were crying and calling for their parents. Some were so frightened that their legs weakened and they lay on the ground, screaming for help.
The cries were like sharp arrows piercing the boundless sky, sweeping over in torrents.
Qiao Wanyan's light brown pupils seemed to be filled with endless panic, and finally her gaze fell accurately on He Zhiyu.
When their eyes met, Qiao Wanyan opened her thin lips slightly as if in surprise.
But in the end, she didn't react at all. She just turned her eyes away, lowered her head, and buried it in He Yanli's neck, not wanting to look at anyone.
It was dark at night and no one noticed that the tips of He Yanli's ears were as red as blooming red roses.
The blood almost boiled and rushed through every part of his body, causing him to shudder.
He Zhiyu clenched his fists so tightly that his nails almost dug into his flesh, but he didn't loosen them even once.
The burning thin rice paper floated in the air and fell to the ground, landing on the dry trees in spring, intertwining with the blessing ribbons and lanterns on them, rendering the night sky red.
He Zhiyu stood there without leaving, a gloomy murderous intent appearing on his noble and extraordinary face.
Behind him, a thick and raging fire was burning recklessly.
In front of him was a scene that he wanted to erase without even giving it a second thought.
"Your Highness, the fire here is too big, let's go first." Jing Yuan saw that Marquis Jing'an and his fire-hitting team were already coming here.
Not only that, Jiang Qiyun was also helping to put out the fire.
He Baozhu is a modern person after all. He unfortunately encountered a fire incident while eating at a hot pot restaurant.
With experience, she naturally doesn't react as panic-stricken as those women who stay at home and seldom go out, but she also reacts faster than those pampered men.
Seeing Qiao Wanyan being carried away by King Jing, he held Wei Mo's hand with one hand and Yun Yao's with the other, and quickly pulled the two of them towards the Temple of the Goddess of Flowers.
Yun Yao cried out, and He Baozhu didn't have the energy to comfort her at the moment, so she could only shout, "Don't be afraid, I will definitely take you to meet your sister A Yan safely! Be quiet, there is no point in making a noise in a critical moment!"
Yun Yao staggered and ran after him with her head tilted. When she heard this, she pouted and dared not say anything.
Wei Mo glanced at the princess grabbing the hair of Miss Yun and running forward at lightning speed. She wanted to remind her but swallowed the words back.
In her panic, He Baozhu never thought that Yun Yao was still a child, and was considered short among her peers.
He reached out to grab it without even turning his head, and in his haste he didn't care about the strange feeling.
On the other side of the pavilion, Qiao Yihuan's eyes were already fixed firmly on Qiao Wanyan, so he could naturally take in all the chaos in the distance.
Qiao Yihuan could not sit still and stood under the pavilion, looking solemn and uneasy, watching His Royal Highness the Crown Prince heading towards the Flower Goddess Temple as if he had completely forgotten about her. A mixture of sourness and bitterness filled her heart.
"Miss, let's stay here and we won't be affected by the fire." Xiaoying was somewhat glad that the young lady had come to the pavilion to rest early. If she had also been by the river, she would probably have been scared.
Qiao Yihuan didn't answer her, "Xiaoying, do you think I'm inferior to Qiao Wanyan in every way?"
Xiaoying said quickly, "How could it be, young lady? Young lady is the most kindhearted person I have ever seen in my life. You are kind-hearted and beautiful, and you are compassionate even to ants. How can you be inferior to the second young lady? The second young lady is just a beautiful vase. She has a vicious mind and is full of scheming. Such a person will get retribution sooner or later!"
Good deeds will be rewarded with good, and evil deeds will be punished with evil. It’s not that there is no reward, it’s just that the time has not come yet!
Qiao Yihuan was silent, and suddenly remembered something Qiao Wanyan had once said to him.
'Retribution is nothing but psychological comfort for the weak.'
But she didn't believe it.
As long as you do your best and remain the same Qiao Yihuan as before, you will still have what you deserve!
He Yanli entered the meditation room, but the guards did not dare to follow him in. They stood outside the door with their backs to the inside.
Qiao Wanyan was placed on an eight-immortal table. She opened her red lips and spoke softly, "Thank you, Your Majesty, for saving me."
Allowing you to save me is a chance to reward you.
He Yanli sneered, "Allowing you to save me is a chance to reward you."
Qiao Wanyan was stunned for a moment, her beautiful eyes filled with doubt, "Are you possessed by the roundworm in my stomach?"
How does he know so clearly what he is thinking?
Not a single word wrong?!
"You have thanked me for saving your life in just eight words. Don't you think that this thank you gift is too cheap?"
Qiao Wanyan frowned slightly, stretched out her hands and began to count, "Thank you, Your Highness, for saving me. This is not six words, where did eight come from? How come Your Highness can't count now?"
He Yanli's expression changed slightly, "Why didn't you burn to death by the river just now?"
Qiao Wanyan: You stingy guy, you get angry at just one word!
Qiao Wanyan took her hand out from under her cloak, and there was a red burn on the back of her hand.
He Yanli's expression changed slightly, "When did you get burned?"
Qiao Wanyan snorted inwardly, Tsk, didn’t she say that she didn’t burn to death by the river?
She said aggrievedly, "It was done accidentally on the way back when you were carrying me. I didn't dare to tell you because I was afraid of disturbing you."
"What's the point of having a mouth like that? With your fearless personality, what is there that you dare not say?"
Qiao Wanyan lowered her head and muttered softly, "You are too fierce to me. I am scared."
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