bayedsolid Chapter 130 Murong Yi is Jealous Again
Chapter 130 Murong Yi is Jealous Again
Lin Qianqian and her companions strolled to the temple gate, where they found a large crowd of worshippers and ordinary people. In the center of the crowd, a spectacular lion dance performance was taking place.
The lion dancers, dressed in brightly colored costumes, skillfully manipulated the lion's head, sometimes striding proudly, sometimes weaving and twisting. Accompanied by the rousing sounds of gongs and drums, the lion sometimes leaped majestically, as if soaring into the sky; at other times, it wagged its tail endearingly, eliciting roars of laughter from the crowd. The bells on the lion's body jingled crisply with each movement, as if keeping a cheerful rhythm for the performance.
The cheers of the surrounding audience rose and fell, never ceasing. Children jumped and cheered excitedly, their eyes fixed on the lion dance, their little hands clapping until they were red; the adults were also infected by the lively atmosphere, their faces beaming with joy, clapping and cheering. The applause and shouts mingled together, immersing the entire area in front of the temple in a joyful and peaceful atmosphere, a truly lively scene.
Murong Lin affectionately linked arms with Murong Qing, her voice ringing out excitedly with the crowd. Su Jinran quietly stood beside Murong Lin, his deep eyes fixed on her, his gaze filled with a doting affection that seemed capable of drowning one. Chen Shuyu turned slightly to Murong Qing, gently embracing her. Their eyes met in the air, their tenderness overflowing, a sense of happiness palpable.
Witnessing this loving scene, Su Wan'er was deeply moved and unconsciously let out a soft sigh. She gently tugged at Murong Yi's sleeve, pointed with her slender hand to the dancing lion, and said, "Your Highness, look~"
Murong Yi forced a smile, a slightly perfunctory one that vanished before it even reached his eyes. In an instant, his expression returned to its usual somber tone, his gaze drifting almost imperceptibly towards Lin Qianqian in the crowd.
Beside Lin Qianqian, Xiaodie's face flushed with excitement as she exclaimed, "Miss, look! How majestic! Hehe~" Her words revealed her overwhelming joy, and her body swayed gently to the rhythm of the lion dance, clearly unable to contain her delight.
Wuming stood behind Lin Qianqian, looking at Xiaodie's appearance, and shook his head helplessly, yet his eyes held a hint of doting affection. He slightly raised his eyes, glanced at Lin Qianqian, and saw that she was also immersed in the lively atmosphere, clapping and cheering along with the crowd, so he reassured himself and turned his gaze back to the performance area to continue watching.
As the crowd held their breath and waited with bated breath, the lion dance performance reached its climax. The night was as dark as ink, but it was illuminated by the bright lanterns hanging in front of the temple and the flickering candlelight all around.
At this moment, the lion dancer suddenly exerted his strength, his movements as swift as lightning. Accompanied by a rapid, torrential drumbeat, the lion leaped high into the air as if riding the clouds, drawing a powerful arc. In an instant, the lion's mouth opened wide, slowly spitting out a couplet.
The first line reads, "Auspicious dragons and propitious clouds encircle the ancient temple," while the second line reads, "Blessings and radiance illuminate the hearts of all." The calligraphy is vigorous, and the gold lacquer shimmers brilliantly under the lamplight, like stars fallen upon it. The brushstrokes move like dragons and snakes, as if embodying the best wishes for all things in the world, swaying gently in the night breeze, as if softly singing auspicious songs.
Upon witnessing this wondrous sight, the crowd was initially speechless with astonishment, but then erupted into even more enthusiastic applause, cheers, and exclamations, the sound waves echoing for a long time in front of the temple.
Murong Yi's gaze was drawn to Lin Qianqian as if by a magnet, unknowingly becoming deeply engrossed in her every move. The unexpected kiss from earlier that day involuntarily surfaced in his mind; the touch and scent of that moment were etched into his memory like a brand. His fingers unconsciously traced his lips, and a slight smile betrayed his innermost desire. He felt it wasn't enough and longed to experience it again.
This subtle scene was unintentionally captured by Su Wan'er. Following Murong Yi's gaze, she saw him staring intently at Lin Qianqian, and instantly, jealousy burned fiercely within her. She clenched her fists tightly, her knuckles turning white, her teeth clenched, and she secretly gritted her teeth in hatred.
Lin Qianqian was completely immersed in the joyful and lively atmosphere when her gaze inadvertently swept towards Murong Yi, and their eyes met.
Murong Yi felt as if her deepest secret had been exposed. A hint of panic flashed in her eyes, and she quickly looked away, pretending to be calm as she stared ahead.
Lin Qianqian noticed his unusual behavior, her brows furrowed slightly, she pondered for a moment, then snorted softly and continued watching the performance with a hint of disdain.
After her attention was diverted, Murong Yi was drawn back to her by an invisible force, and involuntarily cast her gaze back at her.
Lin Qianqian was completely immersed in the lively scene. Her face was filled with pure joy as she shouted loudly. Her clear voice could still be heard clearly amidst the noise. She jumped around like a child, leaving all her worries and inhibitions behind, and freely releasing her inner joy.
However, her joy turned to sorrow. She missed a step, twisted her ankle, and lost her balance, falling forward with a scream that pierced the air, drawing everyone's attention.
Murong Lin, Murong Qing, and the others were immersed in joy when they were startled by the sudden shout. They instinctively turned around, their faces showing astonishment.
Murong Yi's heart clenched suddenly. In that instant, his foot took a step forward uncontrollably, but reason made him stop himself.
Xiao Die was terrified, her face turning deathly pale, her mouth slightly open but unable to utter a word. Just then, Wuming moved with lightning speed, swiftly extending his broad, powerful hand. In the instant Lin Qianqian was about to fall, he executed a graceful 180-degree spin, catching her tightly around the slender waist. Their eyes met, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.
Wuming slightly raised the corners of his mouth, revealing a gentle and slightly shy smile. Lin Qianqian, on the other hand, looked stunned, her eyes wide open, and her cheeks flushed slightly from the sudden intimate contact. Her heart was rippled with emotion, her mind went blank, and she could only stare blankly at Wuming.
With a slight effort, the nameless man straightened Lin Qianqian, his eyes filled with concern, and his voice gentle and magnetic as he softly asked, "Your Highness, are you alright?"
Lin Qianqian was startled by the sudden situation and was a little dazed. When she heard Wuming's question, she subconsciously exclaimed "Huh?!" before she came to her senses and quickly said, "Oh, no, it's nothing."
Somewhat embarrassed, she broke free from Wuming's support and quickly walked to Xiaodie's side. She closed her eyes tightly, trying to calm her chaotic mind. Her face was still flushed, but her heart was pounding like a drum. The scene of Wuming embracing her kept replaying in her mind, and she couldn't shake it off.
A mischievous voice suddenly rang out from the crowd: "Look at her, they've only been married a short time, and she's already blushing like this after just one hug!" These words, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirred up ripples. Immediately afterward, another voice loudly echoed: "If you ask me, this handsome man and beautiful woman really do look quite well-matched!"
These two teasing remarks were like thorns in their backs, plunging Murong Qing, Murong Lin, Su Jinran, Chen Shuyu, and the others into an awkward quagmire. They exchanged glances, their eyes filled with helplessness and unease. Xiao Die and Huan'er also blushed, nervously clutching their clothes, somewhat at a loss. Su Wan'er, on the other hand, had a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, a thoughtful look flashing in her eyes, as if she were calculating something.
Meanwhile, Murong Yi's face was as dark as the night sky before a storm. His chest heaved violently, his hands were clenched into fists, his knuckles turned white, and his joints made a "crackling" sound, as if he wanted to concentrate all the anger in his fists.
His eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, his gaze seeming to spit fire, scorching the surrounding air. His teeth were clenched so tightly that they were grinding, the muscles in his cheeks tense, every muscle telling a story of his anger and jealousy. He was like a volcano about to erupt, ready to unleash endless fury and power at any moment.