[System + Lu Xiaofeng] Meow's repayment

August [-]th was the Mid-Autumn Festival. During the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, Hua Manlou and Su Mier hadn't really been together yet, and they were helping Lu Xiaofeng outside at that time. Although they ate mooncakes, the festival was still going well. Very perfunctory.

Originally, on festivals like the Mid-Autumn Festival, if there is nothing wrong with Huamanlou, Huamanlou should visit Hua’s family and celebrate with his father and elder brother, but this year Hua Ruling accepted the invitation of an old friend and went out for fun. Before leaving, he specially Explain that since the children are considered married, then this year's Mid-Autumn Festival will be in my own small home, and it will be fine to spend the festival with my wife and children.

Su Mier didn't pay much attention to this matter.

He is a Persian who lived in the Western Regions since he was a child. He didn't know about the Mid-Autumn Festival until he came to the Central Plains.

But at that time, he didn't have any relatives around him, and he just went to the street to buy two mooncakes as snacks every time, and he didn't pay much attention to such a Central Plains festival.

But Huamanlou didn't think so.

He always hopes to give his lover the best, and hopes that there will be many, many good memories between them, which naturally includes two people spending every festival together.

It is also very good to spend the Mid-Autumn festival with family reunion with Su Mier.

Especially after knowing that Su Mier had never celebrated the Mid-Autumn Festival, Hua Man Lou was full of pity, and made up her mind to have a memorable Mid-Autumn Festival with Su Mier. As for the reason why Su Mier did not celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival before—— The customs of the Western Regions are different from those of the Central Plains, so they were selectively ignored by the dude.

After learning about Huamanlou's thoughts, Su Mier was even more excited than Huamanlou. He often sat in Huamanlou's arms while listening to Huamanlou's talk about what they would do until the Mid-Autumn Festival. I was so happy, I didn't forget to put my arms around Hua Manlou's neck, and leaned over to steal a kiss.

The weather is beautiful, the weather on the Mid-Autumn Festival this year is very good, Huamanlou and Su Mier had dinner early, and started to prepare mooncakes in the kitchen - there are not no ready-made mooncakes, but when the playboy tactfully said When he wanted to taste the mooncakes made by Su Mier, a lazy cat who hadn't cooked for a long time immediately agreed, patting his chest.

In addition to not being good at cooking fish, Su Mier's cooking skills are still very good, and he is even better at making his favorite sweets.

Although he had never made mooncakes before, the method was fairly simple and easy to learn. With Huamanlou helping, Su Mier followed the recipe and quickly made the mooncakes.

The appearance is a bit simple, but the taste is very good. Hua Manlou tasted it and was full of praise.

Su Mier also thought that the mooncakes he made were delicious, but Hua Manlou couldn't help praising them repeatedly, and brought the mooncakes to the stone table in the back garden with a blushing face.

Seeing him like this, Hua Manlou just smiled, shook his head and followed.

In order to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival, Huamanlou prepared the best sweet-scented osmanthus wine early in the morning and poured a glass for Su Mier and himself.

This is Su Mier's first time drinking this kind of wine. He looked curiously at the amber liquid in the glass, lowered his head and sniffed it lightly. The unique sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus made Su Mier laugh out loud and squinted his cat's eyes. He drank a full glass of wine.

"This is delicious." Two blushes rose on Su Mier's face.

"If you like, I will leave the whole pot for you." Reaching out his hand to embrace the smiling man with tilted head, Hua Manlou took a small piece of mooncake from the plate and fed it into Su Mier's mouth, "Eat first Moon cake, look, the moon is also out."

Following Hua Manlou's gaze, Su Mier also looked up to the sky, only to see a full moon hanging high in the dark blue night sky, the moonlight was bright and clean.

"It's so beautiful." He murmured softly, feeling as if he had returned to his childhood.

At that time, he couldn't sleep at night, so he liked to climb to the window sill to watch the moon, but he was alone at that time, but now Huamanlou is by his side, watching the round and bright moon with him.

When Hua Manlou heard Su Mier's soft voice, he unconsciously shifted his gaze from the moon to the face of the man in his arms. From his angle, he could just see that Su Mier seemed to have carved out the graceful curves between the side face and the neck. the lines.

That golden eye seemed to melt into the moonlight, shining brightly, and one couldn't help but think that maybe even the moon in the sky at this moment could not be as bright and dazzling as Su Mier's golden eyes.

"Su Mier." Hua Manlou approached Su Mier's ear, and said softly, "Do you want to put a Kongming lantern?"

"What is a Kongming Lantern?"

As a foreigner, Su Mier still had many puzzles about the culture of the Central Plains, Hua Manlou patiently explained it to him, and as Hua Manlou told him, Su Mier's eyes became more and more Liang, in the end, jumped off Hua Manlou's body, took Hua Manlou's hand and shouted to let the lamp go.

Hua Manlou stopped teasing him, poked Su Mier on the forehead, and went to take out the pen and ink and the lamp that he had prepared earlier in the morning.

The red Kongming lanterns were bright and dazzling. Hua Manlou picked up a pen and wrote Su Mier's name on it. After pondering for a while, he added a line of poetry - hold your hand and grow old together.

Some vulgar sentences, but Hua Manlou's heartfelt words.

He believes that he will grow old with his lover, and he will protect the one he loves so much that he will be safe and happy for the rest of his life.

After finishing writing, Hua Manlou put the pen into Su Mier's hand, and motioned for him to write something on the lamp, while Su Mier, who was still in high spirits just now, held the pen with a look of helplessness.

"What's wrong?" Hua Manlou asked suspiciously.

"Well, I..." His face was flushed, Su Mier turned his head in embarrassment, and muttered in a very small voice: "I, my... well, the writing is not good..."

Hua Manlou was startled, and after understanding what Su Mier meant, he suddenly laughed, "Su Mier, you..."

He actually forgot that Su Mier's Central Plains dialect could barely be spoken clearly, and the Central Plains characters could be roughly understood, but once it was written, he didn't know what it would look like.

"Hua Man Lou!" The cat who was ridiculed blushed, pursed its thin lips, and stared straight at Hua Man Lou with its round eyes, filled with displeasure.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry." Hua Manlou waved his hands to stop his laughter. He hugged Su Mier from behind, wrapped his arms around his slender waist, and held Su Mier's writing hand with the other. The tenderness and pampering, "Let me teach you, okay? What do you want to write?"

"I will write it, but the writing is a bit ugly." Su Mier weakly defended a sentence, but did not really refuse, so he wrote Huamanlou crookedly with Huamanlou's hand. name.

Looking at Huamanlou's elegant and elegant handwriting, and then looking at what he had written, Su Mier's brows were frowned, and he didn't know what to write anymore.

"Is there nothing you want to say to me?" Hua Manlou's soft voice rang in his ears, and he explained the meaning of the line he wrote earlier, making Su Mi'er's earlobe red Blood dripped, and the palm of the hand holding the pen was soaked in sweat.

"I..." Su Mier managed to gather his composure, seized control of the pen, and carefully wrote down the same sentence as Huamanlou wrote stroke by stroke—— Hold your hand and grow old with you.

After writing this, he turned his head to look at Hua Manlou's eyes, his cheeks were flushed, but the shiny cat pupils of different colors were full of affection, "I think the same as you."

In the end, when the Kongming lantern with the same heart written on it flew into the sky, the two people below had already exchanged an unusually sweet kiss.

Panting slightly, Su Mier leaned on Hua Manlou's shoulder and said in a soft voice, "That's great, next year we will celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival together."

"Of course." Hua Manlou bowed his head and kissed Su Mier's hair, then looked up at the full moon in the sky, "At this time, I don't know if the duel in the palace will have a result."

"I almost forgot about it." Crawling out of Huamanlou's arms, Su Mier pulled Huamanlou to sit on a chair and asked curiously, "Huamanlou, what do you think?" Who can win between those two?"

If it's other questions, it's rare that Huamanlou can't answer them, but regarding the outcome of the decisive battle between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng, it's really hard for Huamanlou to guess.

Those two people are the top experts in the world of swordsmanship, no matter who wins this decisive battle, it is not surprising.

Since Hua Manlou said he didn't know, Su Mier also put the question behind him.

Although he is not very familiar with these two people, because of Li Mochen, he still hopes that Ye Gucheng can win. If something happens to his lover, the little general will be sad.

And apart from this reason, there is nothing else. Anyway, this is a major event that can shake the whole world. Although only six people can enter the palace to see it, the news will probably spread throughout the world by tomorrow morning at the latest. , won't you be able to know by then?

However, at this time, Hua Manlou and Su Mier, who were living a happy and sweet Mid-Autumn Festival at home, had no idea what the decisive battle at the top of the Forbidden City would look like at this moment.

Lu Xiaofeng, who was struggling on the front line of the onlookers, knew it, and it was precisely because of what he saw and experienced with his own eyes that his mood right now was quite complicated.

Why on earth is this happening. ——Lu Xiaofeng shouted silently from the bottom of his heart.

He really thought that this decisive battle would not be carried out harmoniously, but he never guessed that the rhythm would become like this. If he had known this, he might as well go to Huamanlou to eat mooncakes.

At the beginning it was quite normal, but as the time for the final battle approached and more and more people came, Lu Xiaofeng's expression kept changing.

When he saw that the open space in front of the Hall of Supreme Harmony was covered by crowds, and everyone was waving a ribbon made of color-changing silk arrogantly in their hands, his face was already too dark to see.

Obviously there are only six ribbons, but now there are more than 60 people here, right?

And what is this all about?Are you watching a show?If Ximen Chuuxue and Ye Gucheng saw such a scene, wouldn't they really use their sword moves on those people first?

Wei Ziyun, the commander of Ouchi's bodyguards, had an ugly expression on his face, and he did not expect such an omission to occur.

This kind of color-changing silk is a treasure of Persian tribute. It is rare and only found in the palace, and it will never appear in other places.

Sikong Zhaixing is capable of stealing the ribbon, but this is the emperor's temporary decision. It seems that there must be an inner ghost in the palace, who has revealed the emperor's idea. In this way...

Just as he was thinking, Wei Ziyun suddenly heard exclamations from the crowd. He looked up and saw a man standing on the roof of the Hall of Supreme Harmony, dressed in white and with black hair, as graceful as an immortal.

Ye Gucheng!

Wei Ziyun's pupils suddenly constricted.

In his early years, he also roamed the rivers and lakes, known as "Xiaoxiang Swordsman", as long as he is a swordsman, there is no one who does not pay attention to Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng.

Now that Ye Gucheng appeared in front of his eyes, Wei Ziyun could even clearly feel a strong fighting spirit emerging from his chest.

However, he is very clear that the only person in the world who can fight Ye Gucheng is Ximen Chuuxue, and if it were him, he might not be an opponent.

Therefore, when he saw Tang Tianzong from the Tang Sect rushing up to the roof and yelling at Ye Gucheng to avenge his elder brother and second brother, Wei Ziyun sneered, as if mocking Tang Tianzong's overthinking.

He never expected, and everyone present did not expect that Ye Gucheng, the famous lord of Baiyun City, would actually be injured by Tang Tianzong's poisonous sand, and fell heavily from the roof.

Even though Tang Tianzong shot quickly, what he was facing was Ye Gucheng, the majestic sword master, how could he be so vulnerable?

Looking at the person who had no demeanor and howled to ask Tang Tianzong for the antidote, no one believed that this was the Baiyun City Lord who was like a banished fairy from Tsinghua University.

It was Lu Xiaofeng who reacted first, stepped forward quickly, groped for a while on the face of the fallen man, and tore off a human skin mask.

The face under the mask was dry and ugly, with sunken eyes, not the slightest resemblance to Ye Gucheng.

No one thought that Baiyun City Lord would use a substitute in such a decisive battle, and everyone was silent for a while.

Lu Xiaofeng held the human skin mask in a daze for a while, then suddenly seemed to think of something, yelled "Oops" in a low voice, dragged Wei Ziyun and ran to the south study room where the emperor was resting.