Ning Qiu Shui's eyes flashed slightly. When Jiang Zhige played the piano, he focused on her rather than the sound of the piano, which was enough to show that Jiang Zhige was different from others.

The purple-clothed youth and the others were also puzzled. Just by looking at a trace of sadness, Jiang Zhige could tell what Ning Qiushui was thinking? Jiang Zhige thought for a moment and replied, "The eyes are sad, but she plays a song of mandarin ducks. If it's not about love, what else can it be? Junior brother has a poem that complements what Senior sister is thinking."

"What poem?"

Ning Qiu Shui stared at Jiang Zhige closely, feeling a little bit of anticipation in his heart.

Not only her, all eyes in Tingyu Pavilion were focused on Jiang Zhige.

Only Nangong Rou looked confused. Isn't Jiang Zhige a big fool? Why can he understand other women's minds so well? "When all the makeup is gone, the innocence is revealed, which means that the mandarin ducks are asking about love.

I regret that I can't have the wine I like, and everything is still new when I look down on you.

It's a pity that I've wasted the springtime by the window, thinking of finding my lover."

After listening to Jiang Zhige's recitation, Ning Qiu Shui was stunned.

This poem may seem ordinary, but as Jiang Zhige said, it perfectly matches what she was thinking.

"I was standing far away and couldn't hear clearly. What does his poem mean?"

"It probably means that Fairy Ning has a beautiful face but cannot find a lover, so she can only lament the passing of her youth."

"That's not right. This guy said before that Fairy Ning was asking about the meaning of love. So, isn't this poem about mandarin ducks..."

After figuring out the meaning of the poem, everyone present was stunned.

Could it be that when Ning Qiu Shui played the song "Mandarin Ducks", she was not singing the praises of the touching love in the artistic conception, but was telling everyone that she also wanted to have such a beautiful love?

Before everyone could react, Ning Qiu Shui suddenly stood up from her seat and walked towards Jiang Zhige with light steps.

She smiled like a flower and said softly, "Junior brother, you understand me so well, how could you not understand the meaning of love?"

Jiang Zhige's heart trembled, and he hurriedly took two steps back, leaned forward and bowed, saying, "Junior brother, I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know? You really don't understand romance."

Ning Qiu Shui frowned slightly. It has come to this, and Jiang Zhige is still pretending to be stupid?

To put it bluntly, she fell in love with Jiang Zhige.

Looking back on Ning Qiu Shui's life, the only man who could understand her so well and dedicate a poem to her was Jiang Zhige.

Putting this premise aside, Jiang Zhige looks good and would definitely be a handsome young man after dressing up.

As for cultivation talent, Ning Qiu Shui himself has average talent and is still at the Spiritual Martial Realm.

Jiang Zhige might not be a child of destiny, but he was a humble and modest person, and he was well-known in Tianyun Pavilion for his hard work in cultivation. She had always admired him.

Age is even less of a problem. In the world of immortal cultivation, there are many couples who are dozens or even hundreds of years old. The two of them are only twenty years apart.

Everyone present was heartbroken. The goddess they had been thinking about actually took the initiative to confess her love to a scumbag in the Body Refining Stage? The purple-clothed young man had a cold expression on his face, staring at Jiang Zhige with a pair of eyes.

He has always been arrogant, so when did he ever think that he would be no match for a waste in the Body Refining Stage? If he hadn't been concerned about being in Tianyun Pavilion, he might have attacked Jiang Zhige directly.

"Bad sister! My brother is mine, you are not allowed to take him away!"

Jiang Zhige was about to say something when Nangong Rou suddenly rushed forward and stood in front of him.

Ning Qiu Shui's expression hesitated for a moment. Wasn't it a good thing for Nangong Rou that she fell in love with Jiang Zhige?

Jiang Zhige winked and pretended to be displeased, "Rou'er, don't be rude."

Although he had never thought of accepting Ning Qiu Shui, she was a beauty known as a fairy after all. It was embarrassing enough to be rejected. How could he save face if Nangong Rou also acted up?

Unexpectedly, Nangong Rou seemed not to notice Jiang Zhige's look, and cried out with grievance on her face: "You are mean to me? You are mean to me for this bad woman?! Brother, do you not want Rou'er anymore?"

As she spoke, she hugged Jiang Zhige's arm tightly, looking so pitiful that everyone present felt pity for her.

Lu Tianjiao next to him was shocked. It seemed that Nangong Rou's dependence on Jiang Zhige was even deeper than he imagined.

"Rou'er, don't cry. Brother doesn't abandon you."

Jiang Zhige suddenly panicked and reached out to wipe away Nangong Rou's tears.

He never thought that his words would make Nangong Rou so uncomfortable.

Ning Qiu Shui suddenly had a complicated expression on her face as she stared at the brother and sister quietly.

She could see that Nangong Rou had a special feeling for Jiang Zhige.

"Senior sister, I..."

"No need to explain, I understand."

Ning Qiu Shui raised her bare fingers and pressed them against Jiang Zhige's lips.

Seeing Nangong Rou crying, Jiang Zhige was only concerned with comforting Nangong Rou and completely forgot about her.

What’s the use of having stunning beauty in front of a man like this?

Since Jiang Zhige has someone else in his heart, he might as well stop the loss in time instead of bringing humiliation upon himself.

Witnessing the intimate behavior of the two, before the purple-clothed young man and his group could react, Nangong Rou collapsed to the ground and burst into tears.

"Bad senior sister! Bad senior sister! Rou'er will ignore you from now on!"

Ning Qiu Shui looked helpless and released her fingers that were pressing on Jiang Zhige's lips.

"Rou'er, you..."

Jiang Zhige suddenly felt torn and didn't know how to comfort Nangong Rou who was throwing a tantrum.

Everyone present was speechless. Didn't Ning Qiushui just touch Jiang Zhige's lips? They were also a little unhappy, but they didn't care as much as Nangong Rou.

"Forget it, Junior Brother, we'll meet again if we're lucky."

Ning Qiu Shui shook his head, turned and left.

The relationship between Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou was so deep that she had no right to interfere.

Seeing Ning Qiu Shui's lonely back, many people in Tingyu Pavilion felt distressed, and some even thought of asking Jiang Zhige to accept Ning Qiu Shui.

That would mean they would lose the goddess, but they had no chance of getting involved with Ning Qiu Shui anyway. Rather than letting the goddess be sad, it would be better for Jiang Zhige and Ning Qiu Shui to be together.

Jiang Zhige felt guilty when he saw this. He temporarily put down the throwing tantrum Nangong Rou and bowed again, saying, "Sister, the world is vast and there will always be someone who is more satisfactory than me."

Ning Qiushui paused, she was silent for a while, and asked: "Junior brother, does the previous poem have a name?"

Jiang Zhige was stunned and replied: "Not yet"

"Junior brother, since this poem was given to me, how about I give it a title, Yuanyangsan?"

"As Senior Sister said, since it is a gift to Senior Sister, it is entirely up to Senior Sister to decide how she likes it."

Jiang Zhige didn't care at all. It was just a poem and the name was not important at all.

Ning Qiu Shui said nothing more after hearing this, picked up the Yaoqin and left Tingyu Pavilion.

Jiang Zhige secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Ning Qiu Shui gave up so easily, so she probably didn't care that much about him.

Inside the Zhengyang Palace, everyone held back their laughter when they saw Nangong Rou rolling around in the light and shadow as a young girl, and they didn't dare to look back at Nangong Rou.

Nangong Rou's pretty face flushed red, and she turned her head away, unwilling to look at herself back then. In the eyes of others, she was cute, but in her own eyes, this was simply a lifelong shame.