It was useless to think too much. Yu Jia was such a smart and virtuous woman. From the moment she approached them, she should have already expected the result of her failure. Or perhaps, she was confident in her own charm and had never considered losing.
But there was always a winner and a loser in a game. If you lost, you had to pay the price. This was the truth. It was the same for Yu Jia, and it was the same for Lin Wanrong. Imagine, under the same conditions, if Yueya 'er's plan succeeded, and Lin San, whose name shook China, became the subject of a Turkic woman, what kind of humiliation would it be for China? No one could imagine it.
From this point of view, Yu Jia, who had started the conflict, was defeated by her own carefully designed scheme. It was like fate, and not worthy of sympathy.
But, the things in the world could never be divided by simple right and wrong, good and evil. The two of them belonged to opposing races. In order to protect the interests of their kin, they pretended to be affectionate, put on a show, schemed, and fought with wits. Who would dare to say they were wrong?
Ning Yuxi could understand his feelings the best. She silently leaned against him. The two were connected. Only that bit of warmth could make them feel warm. That night, he tossed and turned, unable to sleep. It was only when the sun was about to rise that he dozed off.
"Brother Gao, bring Yujia here." He washed his face with water. The cold lake water refreshed him. He let out a long breath and recovered his vigor. Although his eyes were still bloodshot, his mind was incomparably calm.
Gao Qiu looked at him strangely. In the past, when Brother Lin wanted to flirt with Yueya, he did not need to be reported. He just walked a few steps. How did he become so refined today? His mouth was all flowery and his hands were all over the place, and he was so busy. That wasn't like him at all.
No matter how hard he thought, he could not understand. He could only go down to pass on the order.
The morning dew swirled and lingered on the dark green leaves of the grass, sparkling with seven colors. Lin Wanrong looked at the sparkling and translucent dewdrops with an expressionless face.
The sound of light and slow footsteps could be heard. It seemed to be cheerful yet heavy. Lin Wanrong raised his head. The crescent moon slowly walked over. Her hands were tied in front of her body, and her figure was graceful and graceful. She smiled before saying anything. Between the layers of ropes, there was a thick cluster of wildflowers that swayed gently with her movements. Red, yellow, and white, the seven colors were dazzling and beautiful.
"Where did these flowers come from?" Lin Wanrong asked with a frown.
"I picked it this morning when I woke up. What do you think? Does it look good?" Yu Jia smiled and looked at him proudly. The cheerful expression in her eyes made it seem as if he was the captive.
Damn it. Her hands were tied. Where could she go to pick flowers? Could she use her mouth? Speaking of mouth, he hurriedly swept towards the corner of Crescent Moon's mouth. The Turkic girl's bright red lips were stained with mud. There were even traces of blood seeping out from a few places.
Lin Wanrong was shocked. Yu Jia smiled and said, "You are so stingy. I told you I wouldn't use the same trick a second time. Why did you tie my hands and feet? "
Lin Wanrong nodded and walked forward with a smile. "Since ancient times, you are the first to pick flowers with your mouth. Even though I am known as the Flower Picker, I still admire you from the bottom of my heart. "
As he spoke, there was a flash of light in his hand. The scimitar had already cut the ropes. The hemp ropes fell to the ground. He had freed Yu Jia.
Yu Jia stretched her thin waist and snorted. "You are still talking. It is all your fault. Look here, and here. They were all pierced by the thorns. Lin San, you Chinese care about the fairer sex. How come I don't see any of that on you? "
As Crescent Moon spoke, she gently wiped her bright red lips. She moved in front of him and let him see. A faint fragrance entered his nostrils. It was a familiar perfume. Yu Jia didn't seem to be on guard against him. Her body was very close to him, as if she was going to stick to him.
Two beads of blood seeped out of her soft red lips. They complemented her silver teeth, which made her look very beautiful. Lin Wanrong smiled and picked up the flower that had fallen on the ground. "Roses have thorns, but you picked roses. If I didn't stab you, who else would I stab?!"
"So what if I have thorns?!" Yu Jia snorted. She picked a white rose leaf and put it between her lips. "You only see that it has thorns, but you don't know its gentleness. Look, the bleeding has stopped, hasn't it?!"
The white leaf was stained with blood. The wound on the girl's red lips didn't bleed anymore. There were small scabs. It was amazing.
"Roses can stop bleeding too?!" Lin Wanrong's eyes widened in curiosity. When it came to medical skills, he was like a child in a kindergarten in front of Yu Jia.
"Hmm." Yu Jia put the white leaf in his hand. "You will know after you try it."
"I don't want it. I, I get scared of blood!" Lin Wanrong laughed and hurriedly waved his hand.
"You get scared of blood, I get scared of you!" Yu Jia snorted. She took the flower that was dripping with water from his hand. She put it in front of her nose and took a deep breath. She sighed. "In our grasslands, this flower is called Elisa. When translated to Chinese, it means Everlasting Love Flower. It only blooms at the end of spring. It is very rare to see it. According to our Turkic legend, if one can collect ten thousand Elisa, he will be able to obtain happiness for the rest of his life. Lin San, do you believe this?! "
Lin Wanrong scratched his head. "I should believe it. Elisa is the witness of happiness. However, in our China, everyone likes to call it a rose. This rose has many meanings. Different colors mean different things. "
Yue Ya'er smiled. "I know this. I have long heard of your wisdom. What I am using now is the rose perfume you brewed. Quick, smell it. "
She stretched her jade-like hand in front of Lin Wanrong. She looked like a little girl who was eager to show off. She was the complete opposite of her usual reserved self.
A light fragrance entered his nostrils. When he was searching for her in Xing Qing Prefecture, he had smelled this fragrance. Lin Wanrong waved his hand and smiled. "Thank you for taking care of my business. If we had known each other earlier, I would have definitely given you a ten percent discount. If you have a lot of it, I can even give you a ten percent discount. This is purely a friendship price. Please do not leak it. I never give discounts to others. "
"No wonder people in China call you a profiteer!" Yu Jia giggled. She shook the flower in her hand and sighed. "Rose, this name has a deep meaning. I like it very much. Red roses, white roses, yellow roses. I picked a lot of them today! Lin San, do the girls in China all like these flowers? "
"I think so! I am an honest person. I don't have many ways to pursue girls. I really don't know much about these things. "He said seriously.
"Really?!" Crescent Moon looked at him, shook her head and sighed. "You, other than your lies, everything else is fake. When I was in the Sea of Death, I was touched many times. Now, it seems that they were all fake. "
"Same here." Lin Wanrong laughed a few times.
"Yes, same here. I can't blame you. Because everyone is fake. "Yu Jia lowered her eyebrows. After a moment of silence, he suddenly broke into a smile. He plucked a white rose and pinned it into his cloud-like hair. Grinning at Lin Wanrong, he said, "Lin San. Do I look good?! "
The Turkic girl had snow-white skin and a jade-like face. Her eyes were like spring water. She looked like a blooming flower. She was a completely different person from the Crescent Moon he knew. Lin Wanrong nodded. "Yes! Really. "
Yu Jia nodded. "Thank you for your compliment. I hope you are not so fake this time."
Lin Wanrong sighed and shook his head helplessly. "Maybe you are right. I am really a bad person."
Crescent Moon smiled at him. "Finally, you said the truth. It is understandable. China has an old saying, 'do not do things more than three times.' You are called Lin San. Of course, you are the worst one! "
So that is how my name is understood. This lass's imagination was really not for show.
"You are right. I am the worst one." Lin Wanrong nodded and handed the golden knife to Yu Jia. "This is for you!"
Crescent Moon gritted her teeth and clenched her fists. After hesitating for a while, she took the knife with trembling hands. With a light sound, the knife was unsheathed. The Turkic girl stared at the beautiful face reflected on the blade in a daze.
"I heard that the Turkic Right King Tu Suozuo has a silver knife —" Lin Wanrong said slowly. Before he finished, Yu Jia shook her head with a smile. She shook the flower in her hand. "Lin San, I will also give you a flower. Do you like red, yellow, or white? "Her slender hands played with the rose in her hand as she asked solemnly.
Lin Wanrong quickly waved his hand. "No, no. I have always picked my own flowers. I never want others to give them to me. "
Yu Jia snorted. "This time, there must be an exception!"
"Why?!" Lin Wanrong looked at her in confusion.
Crescent Moon said lightly, "The moon is full and the moon is gone. I do not know if I will remember you in the future! It's just a small branch, just take it as a souvenir. "
This girl was too smart! Lin Wanrong was shocked.
Yu Jia looked at him and waved the bright flower in front of him. "Tell me, there are so many beautiful flowers. Which one do you want?!"
Her tone was unquestionable. Lin Wanrong was silent for a while. Then he smiled and reached out his hand. "I want this yellow one. Yellow roses are more suitable for me, and they have fewer thorns."
"In our grassland, yellow Elizas can only be given to elders," Yu Jia said expressionlessly.
Lin Wanrong quickly took his hand back. "Is that so? Then I will not take advantage of you. I will give you a white one. It is purer and similar to my temperament. "
Yu Jia shook his head and said, "The white Eliza is for pregnant women. Do you really want it? Then I'll give you one. "
There were so many rules in the grassland. Lin Wanrong took his hand back. "Then forget it — I told you, roses have thorns! Let's change to something else, like an autograph or a hug. "
Crescent Moon shook her head. She broke off the most beautiful and bright red rose and put it next to Lin Wanrong's ear. Lin Wanrong jumped up. "What are you doing? What kind of custom is this? I am a man! "
"Last year, a few drops of lovesickness water turned into flower tears under the tree. Which young man came for a walk in spring and broke off the red roses! " Crescent Moon murmured and looked at him. Suddenly, she laughed and lowered her head. "So ugly!"
How could a man not look ugly when he wore flowers? Lin Wanrong was angry. He picked the rose and was about to throw it away. Yu Jia sighed. "Tu Jue and China are two different worlds. This small flower is the last memory. You can throw it away, because you Chinese people are most used to forgetting! Even the smartest person in China, Lin San, is not an exception. "
She took off her waterskin and gulped. The clear lake water flowed down her mouth and onto her swan-like neck. Her clothes were wet, but she didn't notice.
"I am not used to remembering and being remembered!" Lin Wanrong shook his head with a bitter smile.
"I am not used to it either." Yu Jia looked at him lovingly. "Just like how I am not used to calling you Lin San, even though I know your Tu Jue name is bad."
Lin Wanrong laughed a few times and blushed, which was rare for her.
"Lin San, will we never see each other again?" Yu Jia's breathing became rapid. Her eyelids became heavy. She seemed to realize something and tried to ask.
Lin Wanrong let out a long sigh and remained silent.
Yu Jia's face turned a strange red. She looked at him with wide eyes filled with fear and helplessness.
"Old man —" She used all her strength to shout, but her voice was as soft as a mosquito. She almost couldn't hear herself.
A pair of strong arms silently hugged her. Looking at the bright eyes of the Great Hua Liu, she suddenly smiled. Her body softened and she slowly fell down. Her beautiful eyes slowly closed and she fell into a deep sleep … Translator's Thoughts eunimon _ eunimon _
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