The Lord of Ghost

Soon, two days passed and the Lantern Festival arrived as scheduled.

Since Mo Li got stage fright that day, he never showed up again.

Many people said that the Nangong family secretly dealt with Mo Li, while others said that Mo Li ran away in advance because he was afraid of retaliation.

But no matter what, Mo Li's reputation was completely ruined.

He had the courage to shout, but not the courage to fight.

Especially those cultivators who bet on Mo Li and lost everything, were looking for Mo Li all over the world, cursing his eighteen generations of ancestors, especially when they heard that Mo Li had bet on Nangong Xuanyuan in secret and won a large sum, they were almost biting their back teeth.

"Damn, I was cheated!" Some people even suspected that this was a scheme set up by Mo Li and the Nangong family.

Of course, Mo Li's reputation spread like a rotten smell, which was naturally fueled by the Nangong family. In contrast, Jiang Liyue's stunning appearance was like the fragrance of flowers. Many people regarded her beauty as a fairy in the sky, and it was hard to forget her after just one look.

Palace, backyard.

Jiang Liyue used a spiritual object to disguise her appearance, and took advantage of the cover of night to sneak out.

"Stop!" Suddenly, a loud shout exploded behind her.

Jiang Liyue's hair stood up as if she had been electrocuted, and then she turned her neck like a puppet: "What do you want, Your Highness?"

"Your Highness?" Jiang Baixing curled his lips and looked at his sister who had escaped again with interest.

"You want to go out and find him?"

Jiang Liyue replied shamelessly: "I don't know what Your Highness is talking about?"

"Did my father agree?" Jiang Baixing suddenly frowned.

Seeing that he could no longer hide it, Jiang Liyue's tone softened, with a plea.

"Brother, you also know that Mo Li did it for me... only..."

He had heard some rumors about [King's Land] recently. Those words about Mo Li were as unpleasant as they could be.

She felt distressed. Obviously Mo Li did nothing wrong.

It was obvious that he challenged the Nangong family to protect the royal family, and in a way, to repay her.

It was obvious that he didn't run away at the last minute, but for her.

"I know he did it for you, but you also know how famous you are, and it even spread to [Ancient Dragon Palace]. At the same time, there is a solution to your illness..."

"Brother, please! Li Yue has only begged you this time since she was a child. I just want to know the confirmed news."

"Does father know?" Jiang Baixing stared at Jiang Liyue.

"Brother, please."

"Beg me?" Jiang Baixing became serious. The eldest brother is like a father, and his momentum is extremely stern.

Jiang Baixing: "You don't need to beg me. When did I not let you go out?"

"Ah?!!" Jiang Liyue's dazed little face opened her mouth.

She couldn't figure out what her brother was thinking.

"Ah what? I asked you if your father knew you were going out? Did he arrange secret guards!"

"Ah? Brother, say it again, I didn't hear it clearly! Do you agree with me going out?"

Looking at his sister's shocked and silly expression, his seriousness turned into a tease: "I just said that your reputation has spread, and there is a solution. You don't have to stay in the palace anymore. You can be a flying phoenix and go wherever you want."

"What, brother, say it again!"

Jiang Liyue jumped and threw herself into Jiang Baixing's arms, smiling like the bright moon tonight, and gave her brother a kiss.

"Brother! I love you!"

"Okay, okay, go early and come back early, I'll talk to my father!"

"Brother, I love you!" Say important things twice.

Looking at Jiang Liyue's receding figure, Jiang Baixing did not return, but chose to follow quietly.

He wanted to see what his sister's lover looked like! If Mo Li was not dead.

Although the eldest brother-in-law's favor for his brother-in-law has increased a lot, he still finds it hard to accept that the cabbage he has carefully raised has been taken away by someone.

The lantern festival is bustling with people, and various orange-red lanterns are hung.

The moon tonight is particularly clear, sprinkling a little silver dust, hazy like a painting.

Literati hold bamboo fans and drink and write poems, and family disciples talk in groups of three or five. Whether they are cultivators or powerful people, they are all like ordinary people.

Jiang Liyue looked at everything around her curiously. She liked the bustling world.

It trotted all the way, looking as it walked, and soon arrived at the place agreed with Mo Li.

It was the [Dulan River] in [King's Land].

Looking at the vast river surface, the reflection of the stars in the water was shimmering, all crushed in it.

In the distance, several fishing lights were dimly lit, and there were wishing lanterns floating on the water, drifting away with the waves.

"Didn't he come?" Jiang Liyue's heart suddenly became uneasy.

In fact, she came early, but the best ending was that Mo Li had been waiting here for a long time.

"Wait."

As she said this, her eyes looked at the end of the river, where the moon, the river and the boat were connected. Occasionally, a cultivator condensed water into ice and invited the bright moon on the river.

Time, flowing little by little, just like this river, slowly crushed her heart.

"The time is up! Why hasn't he come yet?"

"Could it be? Is he really dead?"

At this moment, Jiang Liyue wished that someone would pat her shoulder gently from behind, and she wished that person was Mo Li.

However, after waiting for half an hour, the street's hustle and bustle reached its climax, but he still didn't come.

In the distance, Jiang Baixing just sighed slightly when he saw his sister's lonely look.

Perhaps Jiang Liyue had waited too long, and a fishing boat slowly rowed over in the distance. The fisherman asked:

"Miss, are you waiting for someone?"

"Yes." Jiang Liyue nodded.

"I saw you stop for a long time in this huge [Dulan River]. It seems that you must be an important person."

Jiang Liyue blushed and couldn't help but pursed her crescent-shaped smile.

"Can you tell me the story between you and him? It doesn't hurt to wait a little longer before he comes."

As he said, the fisherman took out two jars of wine: "Miss, do you want to drink something?"

"One jar of [Fire Wine] and one jar of [Fire Mulberry Wine]. The former is hot and burns the throat, while the latter is sweet and mellow."

"Then..." In the fisherman's expectation, Jiang Liyue chose the mild [Fire Mulberry Wine].

After the warm wine went down her throat, Jiang Liyue was surprised to find that this wine was very good, with the fresh smell of fire mulberry flowers, but the drinking appearance was too elegant.

"It can be seen that this is the first time for the girl to drink." The fisherman laughed.

"Well, it's the first time."

"Okay, I want to hear the story of the girl and him in the moonlight."

"He..." Jiang Liyue's eyes gradually misted up as she looked at the hazy moonlight.

"He is a very stupid guy, and he sometimes speaks incoherently. He is also very self-righteous. Who cares about his red fruit? He ran to the dangerous place without asking, and he deserves a beating. His tone is very arrogant..."

Jiang Liyue said, she knew that Mo Li stuttered when facing her gaze, ran to pick red fruit regardless of his life, and gave her all his tenderness.

On the river bank, not far away, Jiang Baixing's face darkened again, and a line appeared between his eyebrows.

How long has it been? With his eyes open and closed, his sister "hooked up" with other men? And they were still talking and laughing?

Time passed by little by little.

Soon, a jar of fire mulberry wine was finished, and Jiang Liyue's heart was not drunk, but became more mellow.

"Maybe, he will never come."

Jiang Liyue slowly stood up, the mist in her eyes condensed into water drops, and turned around, not wanting the fisherman to see.

"Are you leaving? No more waiting?" the fisherman asked.

"Thank you for the wine, I really have to go." After getting the answer, this lantern festival no longer has any meaning to her.

"After listening to the girl's story about him, I actually have a question."

"What question?"

Fisherman: "Am I really that stupid?"