Chapter 560 Sister Yue'er, try the fish your brother brought you
Dongfang Ming carefully examined her expression and saw that her eyes were frank without any sign of reluctance or sadness, and his tense heartstrings finally relaxed.
He breathed a sigh of relief, the hostility between his brows dissipated, and he put on his cynical and carefree attitude again: "In that case, Xiao Yue'er, there is no need to rush back. This way, I will accompany you to have fun!"
It was a rare opportunity to play with Xiao Yue'er, and that annoying Mo Liyuan was not around, so Dongfang Ming didn't ask who was bothering her.
Lan Xiyue raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and a cunning light flashed in her eyes: "Okay!"
However, Lan Xiyue had no idea that from the moment they stepped out of the inn, their whereabouts had been seen by the Jinling City secret guards.
A gray-feathered carrier pigeon flapped its wings and flew towards the capital like an arrow.
In the Regent's Palace, Tianyi received the carrier pigeon and saw the leg ring mark clearly, and his heart skipped a beat.
He quickly opened the secret letter, unfolded it, and his eyes instantly burst into ecstasy!
"Master! There is news about the princess!" Tianyi almost broke open the door of the study, his voice trembling slightly with excitement.
Mo Liyuan stood up suddenly upon hearing the sound. His tall figure brought up a gust of wind, and the documents on the desk rustled. "Where is Yue'er?!"
"The princess is in Jinling City!" Tianyi said hurriedly.
"Prepare the horses! Go to Jinling immediately to bring back the princess!"
"Yes!" Tian Yi responded fearfully and quickly turned around to make arrangements.
He quietly put the note, whose palms were soaked with cold sweat and had been crushed into pieces, into his arms. After all, he did not dare to tell his master the detailed description of Dongfang Ming's companions on the note.
The steed neighed loudly, its hooves breaking through the thin ice of the capital. Mo Liyuan, dressed in a dark suit and carrying the chill of winter, rushed out of the city like a black lightning and disappeared at the end of the official road.
In the capital, the court officials who were always paying attention to the movements of the Regent's Palace, upon hearing the news that Mo Liyuan had left the capital on horseback, all stroked their chests and breathed a sigh of relief. Now that this evil god had left the capital, they could finally live a few days in peace!
At this time, by the pond in the forest, the fish had been processed, and An Yi also returned with a large bundle of dry firewood, and built a fire with swift hands and feet.
In early spring and early summer, the skewered fish are carefully grilled over the fire. The oil drips, making a pleasant "sizzling" sound, and the aroma gradually spreads.
Lan Xiyue pulled out a few exquisite small porcelain bottles from her sleeve, which were filled with various seasonings: "Here, sprinkle some on it, it will taste better."
She handed the porcelain bottle to the busy Chuchun and Chuxia, then walked to the thick quilt that Dongfang Ming had spread on the snow and sat down cross-legged without any hesitation.
Several layers of quilts blocked out the coldness of the snow, making it soft and comfortable to sit on.
Dongfang Ming sat down beside her, his posture relaxed, one leg bent casually, his arm resting on his knee, and looked at her sideways: "Xiao Yue'er, where are you going to play next?"
Lan Xiyue looked into the distance, "Xi Chu."
"Western Chu?" Dongfang Ming's handsome brows immediately furrowed. "That place is closed to the outside world. What's so fun about it? Little Yue'er, why don't you follow me back to Southern Xinjiang? I'll take you to experience the magnificent scenery of the Hundred Thousand Mountains. I guarantee it's a hundred times more interesting than that lifeless Western Chu!"
Lan Xiyue rested her chin on her hands, her elbows on her knees, and gazed at the dancing flames, her eyes gleaming with curiosity. "It's precisely because Western Chu has been closed off and isolated from the world for years that we're so eager to visit. What kind of country is that? What secrets does it hide?"
Dongfang Ming looked at the unmistakable interest in her eyes, shook his head helplessly and laughed, then revealed a carefree smile again: "Well! Since Xiao Yue'er wants to go to Xichu, I will risk my life to accompany you... oh no, to accompany this beautiful lady! I will accompany you to the end of this trip to Xichu!"
Lan Xiyue turned her head, her bright eyes tinged with mischief as she looked at him. "Dongfang Ming, now that you've avenged your great hatred and Southern Xinjiang is stable, shouldn't you take the throne and become the new King of Southern Xinjiang? Southern Xinjiang needs a lot of work, and you're just running out like this...are you really not busy?"
Dongfang Ming laughed out loud, leaning back lazily, his hands casually resting on the quilt behind him. He looked up at the sky illuminated by the snow, and said in a completely nonchalant tone: "Southern Xinjiang is now managed by my trusted ministers. It is as stable as a rock. Let them worry about those tedious government affairs. As for me..."
He turned his head, his eyes fixed on Lan Xiyue's face with an unquestionable determination, "The most important thing right now is to have fun with you, Xiaoyue'er! Jiangshan? How can it be more important than Xiaoyue'er's happiness!"
The snow light reflected on Lan Xiyue's slightly lowered profile, and the atmosphere became subtle in the brief silence.
At this moment, Lan Xiyue felt Dongfang Ming's gaze on her. Deep in that gaze, it seemed as if there was a turbulent undercurrent surging beneath the ice, suppressing unspeakable emotions, so hot that it almost drove away the chill around her. She sighed in her heart that she could only let him down. Because of the strange old man, in her heart, she already regarded him as a brother.
Lan Xiyue turned her head away hastily, not daring to look directly into those overly deep phoenix eyes. Her voice was slightly hoarse, with a hint of deliberate distance: "Dongfang Ming... My heart is very small, and it has long been filled by one person, you know..."
"Xiao Yue'er!" Dongfang Ming suddenly interrupted her, his voice suddenly rising, with an almost deliberate ease and unquestionable decisiveness.
He forced a carefree smile on his lips, but a trace of elusive pain flashed across his eyes, which was then covered up by deeper amusement. "I know! So, Xiao Yue'er, just treat me as your own brother! What? Don't you even want to acknowledge me as your brother?" He spoke quickly, as if he was afraid that she would say something that he couldn't bear.
Upon hearing this, Lan Xiyue slowly turned her head and looked seriously into the depths of his eyes that were pretending to be relaxed. In those phoenix eyes, which always carried a bit of evil, her figure was now clearly reflected, as well as the "brother" attitude that he was trying hard to maintain.
She felt a little bitter in her heart, but also breathed a sigh of relief. She nodded solemnly, "Okay! Dongfang Yaoxie, you are like my own brother, Lan Xiyue."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chuchun came over with two golden, fragrant, sizzling, and steaming fish, and handed them over carefully: "Master, Master Dongfang, the fish is ready, please try some."
Dongfang Ming almost immediately reached out and took one of the fish very naturally. However, he did not eat it himself. Instead, he handed it directly to Lan Xiyue. His voice was deliberately gentle and cheerful: "Come, sister Yue'er, try the fish your brother got for you."
Looking at his attentive appearance, Chuchun couldn't help but secretly curl her lips, muttered something under her breath, turned around and walked quickly back to the fire to continue her work.
Lan Xiyue glanced at Dongfang Ming and took the small wooden stick with the grilled fish without saying anything. The tempting aroma penetrated her nose. She blew away the hot air and carefully tore off a small piece of snow-white fish meat with her hands and put it into her lips.
However, as soon as the fish meat touched the tip of the tongue, an uncontrollable and strong feeling of nausea suddenly surged up from the stomach!
"Ugh!" Lan Xiyue's face turned pale, she hurriedly covered her mouth, bent down and began to retch violently, and the grilled fish in her hand almost fell out of her hand.
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