CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 159: REMEMBER OUR PROMISE (PLEASE VOTE AND SUBSCRIBE)_3

He’s seen a lot of beauties over the years, but for the first time, he’s truly seen someone with this sisterly style.

Even Shanlan has a mature look, but she still resembles an icy little beauty, not someone with this standard of caring demeanor.

Song Yinghan, she’s really something.

"Do you think I’m pretty?" Song Yinghan asked.

"Beautiful." Yuchi replied.

"Everyone says that. You’re no different from them." Song Yinghan responded.

Reluctantly, Yuchi put the mask back on.

"I’m different from them." Yuchi insisted.

"How so?" Song Yinghan asked curiously.

Is mine huge? Be careful?

Yuchi set aside the joking thoughts and said, "Yinghan, you remind me of a poem."

Step aside, I’m about to show off.

Song Yinghan looked at Yuchi; she put aside the fact that he called her Yinghan and asked, "What?"

A wisp of cloud, a jade shuttle, a delicate shirt with thin gauze. Gently frowning on the double brocade brows.

The autumn wind blows, rains come together, few banana leaves outside the curtain. The long night, what to do.

Yuchi said earnestly.

It’s a show-off indeed, but it’s also genuine; Song Yinghan makes him feel just like this.

Neither sad nor happy, neither humble nor arrogant; in her seemingly indifferent tone, there’s a bit of concern.

Truly wonderful.

And speaking such words in front of Song Yinghan, he’s not afraid of losing his life for showing off.

At least, as she said, there must be basic trust.

Song Yinghan shook her head in response, "I don’t understand."

"..." Yuchi was silent.

Indeed!

She completely doesn’t have to understand; she’s not some esteemed young lady, maybe grew up entirely in the Celestial Capital Department.

Where would they talk about such things in the Celestial Capital Department?

Strictly speaking, she certainly can’t compare with the literary skills of little beauty Wei Yuan; it’s normal not to understand.

"Shall I explain it to you?" Yuchi attempted.

"Okay." Song Yinghan replied.

Yuchi began to ponder carefully.

He certainly couldn’t match things directly; such a simple story could be told from his mouth:

"Let’s talk about me, Yuchi, and you, Yinghan."

"The general meaning is that when you return home, Yinghan, your makeup was light yet still quite beautiful."

"Then autumn came, leaves fell swiftly, winds blew, raining lightly, bringing autumn gloom."

"Rain hitting the green tiles and banana leaves, incessantly."

"As for me, my heart was filled with sorrow, longing to be with you."

"Yet you’re not by my side, and I could only stand alone outside the gallery, sleepless through the night."

Song Yinghan: "A bit sad."

Yuchi: "Yes."

"Also, our relationship was arranged by the family, and we weren’t supposed to meet."

"So we got married first, then slowly developed feelings, but we hit it off right away, and the relationship has been good."

"Just like the tear mole at the corner of your eye, Yinghan; once you meet someone like me, you’ll surely give your all."

"And your talents are truly exceptional; living together is not just harmonious but like dancing lightly."

"If possible."

"I’d like to watch the sunrise with you and share the beauty of the emerald sea and azure sky."

Song Yinghan was silent for a long time after hearing this.

Yuchi observed that her mask revealed nothing, but her snow-white earlobes were clearly tinged with red.

He’s just too good at flirting!

Who could resist?

After quite some time, Song Yinghan coughed softly and pressed her cheeks, "Thank you, it’s the first time I heard many of these things."

"You’re welcome."

Yuchi said earnestly and looked at the sky: "Thanks for the expert’s help; may you be renowned forever!"

Thus thoughts of past dynasties filled his mind.

Scholars and warriors alike, risking their lives for loyalty without a blink.

And surely, when life and death became trivial, no wonder many times such earth-shattering, ghost-crying verses burst forth.

This isn’t showing off.

For them, it’s truly heartfelt expression.

What kind of person could exclaim: "Drunkenly lighting my lamp to look at my sword, dreaming back to the bugle call at the camp?"

And what kind of person could say: "A true man should devour eight hundred miles, boldness washing away the sourness of scholars?"

Again: "Living as a hero, dying too as a heroic ghost?"

The younger Yuchi cannot compare with you.

You are akin to celestial beings.

He shook his head.

Yuchi lowered his gaze, his eyes gradually calming down, watching a leaf swirl around in the cup.

Damn, here comes the sigh.

Can’t stop it.

The transmigrator can also be lonely:

"Yinghan, love me again!"

"..."

Song Yinghan gently rubbed her temples.

The strands of hair twirled around her fingertips; she pondered for a while and said, "Returning to the main topic, what were we talking about?"

This series of things was too complicated, causing Yuchi to make her forget.