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What came into view was not the magnificent sky, but Ren Pingsheng's broad chest.

When I calmed down, I seemed to be able to hear his strong heartbeat.

At this moment.

Mu Rou suddenly realized that they were very close.

The electric current that rose for no reason rushed all the way from her coccyx.

Her pretty face, which was ruddy due to the stimulation, became even more red.

She dodged her eyes and turned away.

Then she saw a scene that she would never forget in her life.

The endless sky was filled with white clouds, thick or thin, floating slowly.

Looking down, the towering Baiyun Mountain was shadowy, like an ink painting spread on rice paper.

The scenery in front of me was like a fairy painter casually painting a touch of white next to the green mountain.

It was also like pieces of silver feathers floating from some other fairyland, flying, stopping, coming when called, and blowing away when blown.

Such a beautiful scenery, even in dreams, has never been seen.

It is really a paradise on earth.

Mu Rou stared at everything in front of her in a daze, her eyes gradually blurred.

Her mind was blank, as if she had lost the ability to think. I don’t know how long it took before she murmured to herself: "It’s so beautiful..."

Time passed.

Ren Pingsheng’s magnetic voice came to my ears.

"Hongming, higher."

As the voice fell.

The Hongming knife under his feet climbed again.

It took only a moment to arrive at a white cloud.

"Miss Mu, don’t you want to touch the clouds?"

Ren Pingsheng held Mu Rou’s waist and leaned over to remind her in her ear.

A warm breath came to her face.

A strange feeling rose in my heart.

Mu Rou’s eyelashes trembled, her breathing was rapid, and her heartbeat accelerated. It took a while to calm down, muster up the courage, and reach out to the white clouds that were close at hand.

The moment my fingertips touched the clouds, I thought there would be some different feeling, but I didn’t expect it to be just moist and cool.

After hesitating for a moment, he put his whole palm into the cloud, and a moist and cool feeling swept over him, a bit like getting up in the morning in Longhu Mountain and the mist coming towards him.

"So this is the cloud..."

Mu Rou retracted her hand, and a look of realization appeared in her eyes.

Although it was just an ordinary touch, she still found it very interesting.

"How does Miss Mu feel?" Ren Pingsheng asked her with a smile.

"It's like morning mist." Mu Rou replied.

"Clouds and fog are not much different. They are all small water droplets formed by water vapor condensing when it encounters cold..."

Ren Pingsheng recalled the geography knowledge he learned in high school and gave a simple popular science lesson.

It was the first time that Mu Rou heard such an explanation, and a touch of surprise appeared in her eyes.

Slightly raised her head, looked at Ren Pingsheng, and asked curiously: "How does Mr. Ren know this?"

Ren Pingsheng said casually: "I heard others mention it."

Mu Rou blinked, opened her pink lips slightly, and wanted to say something.

The Hongming Sword under her feet seemed to be uncomfortable with their intimate chat, and suddenly trembled.

Caught off guard.

Mu Rou subconsciously hugged Ren Pingsheng's neck with her two small hands, tightly pressed against his chest, her delicate face flushed with palpitations, and she couldn't help but whimper.

"Woo..."

The murmured voice fell lightly in her ears.

Ren Pingsheng's heart moved, and he hugged her slender waist and back in cooperation, and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay..."

As soon as the voice fell.

Hongming Knife trembled again.

The fear brought by the sense of weightlessness swept over like a tide.

Mu Rou subconsciously buried her cheek in Ren Pingsheng's neck, and hugged her tighter with her arms.

Ren Pingsheng held her waist and was speechless about the sudden action of Hongming Knife.

"You were fine just now, why did you suddenly turn against me?"

At this moment.

Mu Rou's trembling voice came from her ears: "I, I'm afraid..."

Ren Pingsheng could only lean over to her ear and comfort her softly.

After a few breaths.

He suddenly realized something, and a trance appeared in his eyes.

"Could it be that Hongming Dao did this on purpose, trying to match me with the Little Heavenly Master?"

Recalling the changes in the Little Heavenly Master before and after.

Ren Pingsheng became more and more certain of this conjecture, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart:

"I didn't expect that it was a knife, but it knew a lot, and even knew how to be a wingman..."

If Hongming Dao knew his thoughts, he would be even more depressed.

He obviously wanted to teach the little hoof that had been seducing his master a lesson, but it backfired and made the two of them closer.

Soon, Hongming Dao realized that by doing this, not only could he not stop them, but it would make them more excited.

Being in the sky, he couldn't really throw them down...

So.

Stop making trouble and return to the original state.

After a few breaths.

Ren Pingsheng noticed that Hongming Dao had regained stability and opened his eyes.

Looking down, he saw that Mu Rou's face and ears had turned red without knowing when.

I don't know if it was because of fear or something else.

She bit her lower lip tightly, and her pink lips turned slightly white because of the force of her teeth.

Fragile and pitiful.

Thinking that she only had less than half a year left to live.

Ren Pingsheng felt a little irritated for no reason and frowned.

Just then.

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. She looked up subconsciously and saw Ren Pingsheng frowning.

She seemed to realize something, lowered her head in shame, and said in a trembling voice: "Sorry... I hurt you..."

"..."

Ren Pingsheng's eyes twitched and he was speechless.

He knew that Mu Rou meant that she wrapped her arms too hard around his neck because of fear.

But when these words came from the mouth of a frail girl, I always felt a little strange.

After a few seconds of silence.

Ren Pingsheng changed the topic and asked: "Miss Mu, do you want to try the next cloud again?"

Mu Rou shook her head gently, her voice still trembling: "No, no..."

"Then shall we go down?"

"good……"

Mu Rou nodded slightly.

The words just fell.

Before Ren Pingsheng could give an order, the Hong Ming Dao began to descend very consciously.

After descending to a certain height, it dives directly towards the ground at an angle.

There is a sense of disregard for Ren Pingsheng and Mu Rou's life and death.

It vents the depression and dissatisfaction in the heart.

Ren Pingsheng thought it was doing this on purpose, wanting to create an exciting atmosphere for himself and Mu Rou.

If I remember correctly.

A university psychology teacher once told a story.

When a person is nervously crossing a suspension bridge, his heartbeat will speed up involuntarily.

If you happen to meet another person at this time.

Then she will misunderstand the accelerated heartbeat caused by this situation as a physiological reaction caused by the other person making her heart beat, so she will develop feelings of love for the other person.

This psychological effect seems to be called... the suspension bridge effect.

Ren Pingsheng didn't know whether the suspension bridge effect existed or not.

He only knew that when he was in the clouds just now, the way the little Heavenly Master looked at him did change.

He couldn't tell what the specific changes were.

I do not know how long it has been.

Hong Ming Dao brought Ren Pingsheng and Xiao Tianshi back to the ground.

Not yet firm.

The worried Qiu'er hurriedly came up to her: "Miss, are you okay?"

Mu Rou's eyelashes trembled slightly and she shook her head gently, her voice trembling: "No, it's okay..."

"Miss……"

Qiu'er stood there and saw her young lady holding her arms tightly around the prince's neck, with a strange expression on her face, and hesitated to speak.

A good while.

Only then did Mu Rou notice it and let go of her arms.

Thinking that he had already returned to the ground just now, he still held Ren Pingsheng in his arms and refused to let go.

Feeling shy in my heart, I lowered my head. My slender little hands unconsciously grasped the corners of my clothes. I opened my pink lips lightly and said in a soft and soft voice: "Thank you, Mr. Ren..."

Ren Pingsheng smiled: "You're welcome... Since I promised Miss Mu before, I should do it."

The distance between the two is very close.

Mu Rou could even feel the other person's warm breath hitting her face.

An indescribable feeling arose in my heart. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know how to speak. I just lowered my head and said nothing.

aside.

Qiu'er seemed to notice her young lady's embarrassment and hurriedly stepped forward: "Miss, please help me get down."

"Um."

Mu Rou nodded lightly, and with the help of the little maid, she stepped off the Hong Ming Dao.

Ren Pingsheng also walked down, stretched out his hand to gently stroke the blade of Hongming Dao, and praised it a few times.

Hong Ming Dao didn't respond at all. The shining blade was pointed at the little Celestial Master not far away. I don't know what he was thinking.

On the way back home.

Qiu'er sat opposite her young lady, blinked and asked curiously: "Miss, how does it feel to fly in the sky?"

Mu Rou was wearing a fox fur and a blanket on her legs. She recalled and replied: "It's nothing special. It's just that when I climb up and down, I feel empty."

Qiu'er said "Oh", raised her eyebrows, and said with a smile: "No wonder the young lady has been holding the prince and not letting go. It turns out that she feels empty in her heart."

Mu Rou's pretty face turned red and she said angrily: "Qiu'er!"

Qiu'er saw her face was rosy, and her brows were filled with joy: "Miss, I noticed that you look much better since you went to heaven."

Mu Rou was slightly startled: "Really?"

"Um!"

Qiu'er nodded heavily: "My slave, I can be sure... Miss, you haven't coughed once since you left the capital city!"

Mu Rou was startled again. After thinking about it carefully, it seemed that this was indeed the case.

Qiu'er's eyes were bright and she said excitedly: "I know this, it must be because of the Crown Prince!"

Mu Rou was puzzled: "What does it have to do with him?"

Qiu'er explained: "I heard someone say that everything in the world is divided into Yin and Yang. Yin cannot grow alone, and Yang cannot grow alone. Only the combination of Yin and Yang is the way to longevity.

The young lady used to be alone and lacked yang energy, so she always got sick. Now that the prince has been with her these days, the prince's yang energy has neutralized the young lady's yin energy, and the illness will naturally be cured! "

Mu Rou: "..."

Don't say it.

Although the little maid has never read Taoist classics, what she said seems to make some sense at first glance.

But Mu Rou knew it in her heart.

My frail body has nothing to do with the so-called lonely yin that does not grow long and the lonely yang that does not give birth.

The improvement of the condition naturally has nothing to do with the harmony of yin and yang.

He is a body of divine punishment. He was born like this. No matter how much Yang Qi he gets, he will still be weak and his life will not last long.

As for why I feel better today...

After thinking about it, it seems that only reflection can explain it.

I... really am not going to die soon.

Put it before.

She was fully mentally prepared. Facing death, she didn't feel anything terrible. She just felt a little regretful that she had failed to live up to her master's expectations for her.

But today, when she thought of death, for some reason, the beautiful scenery she saw above the clouds involuntarily appeared in her mind, and the regret in her heart was infinitely magnified.

There are many more beautiful places like this in the world.

But I only had a glimpse.

I always feel a little unwilling to leave like this.

Just when she was having random thoughts.

Qiu'er's voice sounded next to her.

"Miss, do you think you don't object to contact with the Crown Prince today?"

Hearing this, for some reason, Mu Rou felt a little panicked in her heart, and replied: "I still feel disgusted in my heart, but I have to do it as a last resort..."

Qiu'er looked at her with suspicion: "Really? Then when we return to the ground, why don't you let go?"

Mu Ju said: "I was in a daze for a moment and forgot."

Qiu'er still didn't believe it: "From my perspective, this is not the case... Miss is deliberately denying it because she feels uneasy about the change?"

The implication is that the young lady is speaking out of integrity.

A blush appeared on Mu Rou's pretty face, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still refused to admit it and replied: "No."

"..."

Qiu'er looked her up and down with a suspicious look on her face.

Mu Rou seemed to be unable to bear her gaze, so she turned away, pretending to be careless, and looked out the window.

"Ha! Miss feels guilty!"

Qiu'er shouted as if she had discovered a new world.

"Keep your voice down."

Mu Rou's face turned even redder, and she reached out to cover her mouth.

The two played for a while.

They are all dripping with sweat.

Qiu'er looked at her young lady.

The black hair, which was wet with sweat, was messy and stuck to the white and smooth forehead, reflecting the increasingly rosy face.

It is no exaggeration to say that his complexion is no different from that of ordinary people.

Qiu'er stared blankly, and her expression suddenly became solemn: "Miss, I have never seen you like this before."

Mu Rou was startled: "What kind?"

Qiu'er said: "Play around and smile like ordinary people."

After a pause, he added: "Although the young lady often smiled in the past, I can see that the young lady's smile did not come from the heart, but she just didn't want to worry the master and his wife..."

Mu Rou fell into silence and said nothing.

Qiu'er came to her side and said with a serious face: "I thought before that the prince's idea was completely wrong. How could he just be happy for a while and even risk his life.

But seeing the young lady's happiness from the bottom of her heart, the servant felt that the prince was right. It was better to live happily than to live in pain. "

Mu Rou remained silent.

Qiu'er hesitated for a moment and continued: "When the young lady was in a coma, the prince invited the Taoist priest from Baiyunguan to see the young lady. The Taoist priest said that if the young lady wants to live a few more years, there is still a way, which is to practice that yin and yang……"

The words are not finished yet.

Mu Rou interrupted her: "Sister Qiu'er, I'm tired and don't want to hear this."

Qiu'er thought for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay, I won't say anything anymore."

Just the days to come.

Miss can live as happy as today.

Presumably in the near future, the young lady herself will change her mind without the need for others to persuade her.

Especially with the prince accompanying the young lady, there is no need to find anyone else to practice.

Figure this out.

Qiu'er suddenly understood Ren Shengsheng's good intentions and sighed in her heart:

"This is the legendary saying of taking retreat to make progress. As expected of the prince, he is so powerful..."