Beauty helps me achieve immortality

Chapter 387 Changshui Night

The sun sets over the distant mountains, and the sunset glows as bright as fire.

The waterfall is surging and roaring.

The shadows of the willows under the setting sun float and sway in the warm pond.

The aunt rested her head lightly in Zhao Qing's arms, her beautiful eyes full of smiles, and her face looked exceptionally gentle.

Originally, Shuyue and Ningmei had no intention of going to Changshui for fun. They were concentrating on practicing in the bedroom and only wore light and thin clothes. Now, they were busy choosing clothes with Qinghuan and Sihe.

In fact, Zhao Qing was also caught off guard by his aunt's sudden change of mind.

"Didn't you say last night that you wanted to be alone?" He chuckled and questioned the beauty in his arms.

The woman tilted her head and looked at him softly. After biting her lips and thinking for a moment, her eyes were filled with cunning: "Daddy, do you want to take your daughter on a solo trip? Then let's leave secretly now..."

Zhao Qing: ? ?

Didn't you suggest this yourself?

He always felt that his aunt seemed to have learned bad things from Ningmei.

"Haven't you been waiting for thirteen years?" Zhao Qing casually pulled the tiger's tail beside him, and after the majestic white tiger calmed down, he and his aunt leaned comfortably on the tiger's body.

"Yes..." my aunt sighed softly.

She then nestled comfortably in Zhao Qing's arms and said with a smile, "The Lantern Festival would be more interesting if the whole family went together."

"We've already waited thirteen years, wouldn't it be better to let you continue to owe it?"

Hearing this joke, Zhao Qing looked very strange.

He rubbed his aunt's beautiful red lips and scolded her with a smile: "There is only one Lantern Festival every year, and you don't want to go alone during the Lantern Festival."

"Then I will never be able to pay it back?"

"Ah!"

My aunt snorted softly.

With a gentle face leaning closer, she whispered with resentment, "You couldn't repay me in the first place. Who made you break your promise back then..."

She paused for a moment, her head was pressed down hard by her husband, and her tender red lips were wantonly occupied.

The aunt's heart trembled slightly, and her resentful eyes turned into a sweet smile. She looked at the man like a rippling spring pond and responded to him with all her might.

After the two of them had lingered on the tiger's body for a while, Xiaoyi finally broke free from his embrace and quietly leaned on Zhao Qing's shoulder again, whispering with a smile: "You can only owe it to me for the rest of your life."

"If you can't pay it back in this life, you'll have to continue owing it in the next life..."

Soon, Si He was the first to choose a dress, and she jumped lightly from the cloud window of the palace, wafting a faint cool fragrance.

The woman had black hair as black as ink, and she was wearing a dark purple gauze dress.

The slender white feet stepped on the crimson blood jade shoes and walked briskly, and the jade heels made a tapping sound when they touched the ground.

When she looked at Zhao Qing and her aunt, her watery peach blossom eyes were full of contempt.

How can these two people be so annoying?

He said sweet words shamelessly, as if we had just met for a short time.

Of course, if I were to do it myself...it's not impossible.

She approached them with a playful smile, feigning shyness as she bowed slightly, saying coquettishly, "Friend Zhao, Friend Zhou, long time no see."

Zhao Qing smiled and replied, "It's been a while since we last met, Fellow Daoist Xiaohe."

The whole family naturally accompanied Si He when he occasionally acted like a dramatic character.

My aunt also teased softly, "Why is Xiaohe looking at me like this? Are you trying to steal my man?"

The charming puppet's peach-colored eyes narrowed, and she looked down at her aunt with contempt, saying disdainfully, "You little bitch are so sharp-tongued. Have you forgotten the time to be disciplined by me?"

Hearing these absurd words, Zhao Qing couldn't help but laugh secretly.

Aunt Yingying stood up and replied with a soft smile: "It is because of my bad memory that I offended my master."

"Ah."

Si He responded indifferently, and then looked at the sunset over the distant mountains with a guilty conscience.

If she wanted to go on the trip, she naturally had to use the puppet body.

This puppet with peach blossom eyes was used when she stayed in Songshan. She jokingly named it Si Xiaohe.

Zhao Qing has played this many times...

But things are different now, Shouyunshan has already started a family.

He no longer had to feel He Ma's tenderness through his puppet body.

Although He Ma is not gentle most of the time.

A sweet and fragrant breeze blew in my face.

Sister Ning also appeared from the cloud window high up. The silk sleeves on her fair wrists danced like flying snakes, nailing into the deep layers of rock and floating lightly.

She didn't find it strange to see Si He's puppet body, but instead felt a sense of time crossing.

It was she who helped deliver these puppets to Songshanfang's home.

But at that time, it was not her home.

Qinghuan was wearing a plain waist-cinching skirt and delicate embroidered shoes, and she walked slowly with Shuyue.

However, Shuyue's steps were obviously lighter, and her bright eyes were full of anticipation and joy.

The lovely wife dressed herself very exquisitely, but she did not tie her hair into a bun. Instead, she let her long black hair fly freely. Coupled with her girlish face that had already been frozen, she looked even more youthful.

She smiled at her aunt and said crisply, "It's not night yet, so there's no need to rush. Should we still buy a pleasure boat?"

My aunt smiled and shook her head: "Miss Xiu will take the women from Tianxiang to play, so we can just use one of Tianxiang's pleasure boats."

Zhao Qing embraced his lovely wife and Qinghuan in his arms, and stepped onto the floating apricot-yellow boat with the wind, feeling extremely happy.

"This is the first time that Xiao He has accompanied us on a lantern tour."

Sister Ning and her aunt also took to the wind and lightly jumped onto the apricot boat that was about to leave home.

Si He's real body was still lying quietly on the platform.

However, being able to control the puppet to go out and play, she seemed to have truly broken free from the seal.

Even before leaving, he controlled the puppet and rubbed the majestic forehead of the white tiger with a smile.

He chuckled and said comfortingly, "Don't worry, we're all going out to have fun, how could we possibly let you stay home alone?"

Hearing this, Si Bu Shou's deep tiger eyes instantly became bright.

It let out a very soft roar and rubbed the woman's slender hand affectionately with its head.

Zhao Qing steered the apricot-yellow boat closer.

Si He gently patted the huge tiger's head, and then stepped onto the apricot boat alone.

"You can go out and play too. You can go to the mountains to play with the sika deer, but you are not allowed to steal food..."

Si BuShou:? ? ?

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More than ten years have passed.

The Lantern Festival in Changshui County is still the grandest gathering in the entire Siyou County.

It starts in the evening after sunset and will not disperse until the next morning. Not only ordinary people gather here, but even the practitioners nearby will go out for a walk and take a look when they have some free time.

In a short while, Zhao Qing and his family arrived at Changshui, facing the twilight rippling in the canal, and joined the surging crowd.

Zhao Qing and his aunt walked hand in hand along the long street beside the canal.

All I could hear was the noisy and chaotic sounds of hawking.

Before it gets dark, every household and shop has lit up big red lanterns, and the street stalls have also put up beautiful paper lanterns.

The early spring evening breeze blows on my face, bringing a little chill.

The two held hands tightly, without talking or laughing, and just strolled quietly along the shore street.

The rouge-like setting sun cast its afterglow, stretching the figures of the two people very long, reflecting on the quaint long street and falling into the rippling green waves.

It was like a fish swimming upstream in the chaotic tide.

Qinghuan was held by Shuyue and Ningmei, walking in front of them and squeezing into the crowd. She picked and chose at the shops and stalls on the street, buying some lanterns folded by others, fireworks, and various delicious snacks.

As for Si He...

He had already left the main group and started a crazy shopping mode with only a few dozen taels of silver.

"Husband!"

"Walk across the bridge?"

Shuyue's crisp laughter came from afar, and she threw out a piece of roasted sweet potato wrapped in oil paper.

Zhao Qing raised his hand to catch it just in time, which attracted all kinds of astonishing looks from the people around him.

He and his aunt exchanged a smile and shouted, "Go, why not?!"

After saying that, they also quickened their pace and followed Shuyue and Ningmei against the crowd.

Qing Huan lagged behind by a few steps and stayed beside her master, with a calm and gentle smile in her phoenix eyes, like a little maid accompanying her.

What Shuyue meant by walking on the bridge was taking the family for a walk on the street during the Lantern Festival. Legend has it that this can eliminate the root causes of illness in the coming year and also help you meet noble people who can help you.

As the saying goes...Walking in the streets can cure all diseases, and picking up a purple gold bowl on the road.

The bridge walking custom in Changshui County is similar to this custom.

Although Zhao Qing himself is now the Purple Gold Bowl, the main character of their family is approachable.

The blood-stained robes were walking, and the empress of Chu, along with the leader of Siyou Sect, the Tianxiang disciples of Zhongzhou and the blood-stained robes garrison... were also squeezed among those women, making a lot of noise and pushing their way across Changqiao.

Ning Mei also secretly dropped a few golden beans, making the situation even more chaotic, and she almost tricked others into falling into the Changshui.

After crossing Chang Bridge, the street along the coast turns several times and you will reach a shallow beach with fewer tourists.

There were all kinds of acrobatic artists nearby, some of whom could spit fire from their mouths and swallow steel needles, and one punch could crack the several-inch-thick green rock, which attracted loud cheers from the onlookers.

They leaned against the shallows from a distance, chatting and laughing while watching the hustle and bustle.

Ningmei was not interested in these acrobatics, and she extended her spiritual sense to search for anything new on the street.

"For a long time when I was young, I thought they really swallowed the steel needles and iron swords."

Shuyue chuckled and whispered, fiddling with the brown and crispy roasted sweet potato in her hands. With a gentle peel, the golden and sweet flesh was revealed.

She divided it into two portions and gave the other half to Ning Mei.

The one in Zhao Qing's hand was shared with his aunt Qinghuan... This thing sold out so quickly that when Shuyue went to buy it, there were less than five left.

"At first glance, I thought he was a warrior, but I didn't expect there to be something strange about him." Zhao Qing also said with a smile.

He took a light bite of the warm golden sweet potato. It melted in his mouth, sweet but not greasy, just like his aunt's red lips...

cough cough.

Zhao Qing embraced Qinghuan's delicate body and pressed it down.

Qinghuan understood immediately, and lay softly on her master's legs, sipping the sweet potato in her master's hand.

Eat slowly, swallow slowly, and lick your fingers inadvertently.

For some reason, even the most ordinary intimate behavior seemed so alluring on Qinghuan.

Night gradually enveloped the entire Changshui.

The bright moonlight rippled in the canal, and the paper lanterns placed there by someone earlier floated closer.

Qinghuan's pretty face flushed red as she munched on the sweet potato until it was greasy. When she looked back at her master with smiling eyes, there was a hint of charm in her.

The aunt chuckled and rolled her eyes at her, but she didn't seem disgusted. She took the sweet potato that was left after the two of them were intimate and playful, and ate it slowly in small bites.

Not long after, the five of them were driven away by the officers.

The government plans to build a stage on the bank of this shallow beach to add more splendor to Changshui's Lantern Festival.

It is said that this year they will be performing a new play, and the troupe was invited from the imperial city.

The play they sang was also very vulgar - "The Empress Kills the Demon Three Times".

There were crowds of tourists and villagers watching, but Zhao Qing just ignored them.