mesbooks Chapter 132 Chu Xingchen stood outside the house and for the first time felt that perhaps he was the
Chapter 132 Chu Xingchen stood outside the house and for the first time felt that perhaps he was the
Seeing this, Su Yingxue smiled at Axue. She raised her hand and personally poured him a bowl of hot chicken soup, poured it into the bowl, and handed it to Yu Mo Yunsheng.
"Since you like it, why not have a bowl of chicken soup while it's hot?" Su Yingxue smiled faintly and introduced, "This chicken soup is not greasy and is suitable for warming and nourishing."
"Thank you, Axue..." Mo Yunsheng took it with a smile. Looking at the smiling woman in front of him, his heart was filled with warmth. His voice was like the first sunshine after the rain, warm and clean. Just like Mo Yunsheng himself, he gave people infinite beauty and warmth.
"Axue, you should drink more too..." Mo Yunsheng reached out and poured her a bowl of hot chicken soup. Amidst the steam, Mo Yunsheng's jade-like fingers were visible.
His hands were slender, with distinct joints and flawless white jade, like a person in a painting.
Su Yingxue couldn't help but stare in amazement.
She liked his cleanliness.
She liked his warmth.
She liked his spotless appearance as a banished immortal.
She liked the tenderness and warmth he showed when he served her chicken soup.
Su Yingxue just stared at it blankly, and for a moment, she seemed to be oblivious to the chicken soup being served to her.
She was distracted and didn't take it. Mo Yunsheng just held it with a smile and didn't urge her.
The two seemed to be looking at each other across a bowl of chicken soup, as if immersed in their own world, feeling that everything around them had disappeared, with only their gazes looking at each other.
From then on, the sky and the earth dimmed, and everything in the world seemed to have lost its color. Only the two of them were left looking at each other, with a faint light enveloping them.
This delicate atmosphere lasted for a long time until a less harmonious voice, an abrupt, hoarse, and somewhat angry voice, coldly interrupted the gaze of the two.
"Sister, Brother Mo..."
"Brother Mo, why are you here? The Qin family's guards may not be strict enough. What are they sealing..."
What can be sealed... Chu Xingchen can't stop him because he has outstanding martial arts skills, but Mo Yunsheng is obviously a weak scholar who doesn't know martial arts, so he can't seal it?
"The people of the Qin family really are incompetent..." Chu Xingchen muttered sadly and angrily.
Chu Xingchen originally pushed the door open happily, but he stood still at the door.
In his hands were her favorite cakes and drinks, which he had personally brought back from the Princess's Palace.
Even because he had urged the carriage to go faster, the cakes were still warm, and the drink in the porcelain bottle was still warm.
Chu Xingchen was dressed in black, looking like a servant. There were traces of snow on his hair. It was snowing lightly outside. In order to come back earlier, he did not hold an umbrella and walked hurriedly into her house.
But Chu Xingchen ran all the way for her, but what he saw was the silhouette of her and Mo Yunsheng looking at each other from afar.
He thought he had taken great pains to prepare dinner for her and she would be happy to have it together.
But he never expected that all his efforts would be in vain.
It turned out that he was the only one who was forgotten and unnecessary in today's meal.
Chu Xing looked at the two of them with a cold expression. His dark eyes were now fixed on Su Ying. His face was cold, and his obsidian eyes had lost their sparkle.
Like a blown-out candle, the hopeful surprise in those eyes faded away bit by bit, leaving only the deeply hidden sadness and humility.
It turns out that Su Yingxue’s sister doesn’t care about herself.
It turned out that in her eyes, his efforts were not as important as the chicken soup that he had someone cook for him.
It turns out that my sister cares so much about other people's kindness, even if it's just a bowl of chicken soup.
It turned out that even though he did the same thing, in his sister's eyes, he was nothing.
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Chu Xingchen felt that his heart was like winter ice, cold and hard, and it fell heavily to the ground, breaking into hundreds of pieces and shattering all over the ground.
The moonlight inside the house was as bright as frost, and the ground outside was covered with snow. Only his heart, like him, shivered alternately between the warmth of the charcoal fire inside the house and the biting cold wind blowing through the door outside, feeling hot and cold.
Su Yingxue was quickly attracted by the voice of Chu Xingchen. She turned to look at Chu Xingchen and saw that he was wearing a servant's clothes, with a layer of snow particles covering his head and shoulders.
Su Yingxue saw that he was covered in snow, standing in the wind, with his hair messed up by the bleak winter wind, looking a little embarrassed. Suddenly, she felt a little distressed.
Chu Xingchen was covered in injuries last night and didn't take a good rest today. He ran around everywhere and got caught in the snow. What if he gets frozen?
Su Yingxue didn't think of Mo Yunsheng holding the bowl of chicken soup for a moment. All she could see was the disheveled boy standing at the door in the falling snow.
Su Yingxue hurriedly walked to the boy, stood in front of him, took out a fragrant handkerchief from her bosom, and stood on tiptoe to brush away the dense snow particles on the boy's hair.
Su Yingxue carefully held the pink handkerchief, the one that carried the same fragrance as her own. The handkerchief, as faint as jasmine in the dark night, carried her body fragrance.
Su Yingxue wiped away the snow particles carefully and gently.
Seeing this, Taxue walked around the two of them, closed the wide-open lattice window, then stepped forward to take the porcelain drinking bottle and food basket from Prince Chu's hands, and quietly stepped aside to place them on the table.
When Mo Yunsheng saw Su Yingxue leaving in a hurry, his hand holding the bowl of chicken soup suddenly paused, and an indescribable feeling arose in his heart.
Mo Yunsheng looked back and saw the girl jogging in a hurry. Her skirt was ruffled like flowers because of her footsteps.
He saw with his own eyes the girl run to the somewhat disheveled boy, stop, stand on tiptoe, take out a handkerchief, approach him carefully and lovingly, and wipe the snow off him.
Mo Yunsheng saw that the girl's back was slender and beautiful, and her dress was dazzling. Even from behind, she was dazzlingly beautiful.
But the girl's eyes were now on the boy.
Mo Yunsheng couldn't see her face and expression from behind, nor her eyes and eyebrows, but he could imagine what kind of gentle and delicate eyes they were, full of care...
Mo Yunsheng felt a pang of sadness for no apparent reason. He gripped the white porcelain bowl with a slight force, his fingertips turning white.
Why, that boy obviously has an ordinary appearance, Mo Yunsheng couldn't even think of his name, Jiu, but Sister Axue was so concerned about such an ordinary and simple boy?
Mo Yunsheng felt that there was a barrier between the two of them that he could not cross.
Mo Yunsheng raised a wry smile, and finally calmly placed the bowl of chicken soup on Qin Xue's seat, concealing all his emotions, and said softly, "Sister Xue, Brother Jiu, you must be tired from standing. Come and have a seat and eat..."
Su Yingxue carefully wiped the snow off Chu Xingchen's shoulders and sleeves, and wiped them clean.
Su Yingxue pulled Chu Xingchen's sleeve, which was slightly wet from the snow, and led him to the table inside, saying softly, "Brother, please take your seat."