The papers and brushes on the desk were scattered all over the floor. The dusk was dim. Chu Yanchuan was hastily wrapped in a robe and was held by Jing Feirong as he sat on the floor. Jing Feirong kissed his bare shoulder and asked with a hoarse voice after a bit of satisfaction, “Is today still too long?”
Chu Yanchuan leaned tiredly into his arms and nodded.
The two of them were so close together that Jing Feirong felt his heart was full and swollen. He spoke in a coquettish tone, “Dijun, we need silver to go to the Mortal Realm. Do you have any ah?”
“Yes.” Chu Yanchuan’s voice was also hoarse, and he said, “In the brocade bag, I also brought candied fruits for Your Highness.”
Jing Feirong asked in surprise, “White peach preserves from Wangyue Mountain?”
“En, I passed by Wangyue Mountain on the way here, so I brought some with me.” Chu Yanchuan reached out for the brocade bag that fell beside him, took it, opened it, pinched out a candied fruit, raised his hand, and Jing Feirong behind him opened his mouth and took it.
“Why is Your Highness crying again?” Chu Yanchuan turned his head to look at Jing Feirong and asked him.
Jing Feirong was stunned while biting the candied fruit. He had been crying since Chu Yanchuan used his mouth on him. It was very simple because it was too comfortable and stimulating. The extreme feeling manifested itself in his tears, and he could not control it at all.
Besides, he was the supreme Dijun of all gods… Jing Feirong’s thoughts were already extremely confused at that time. Chu Yanchuan actually kneeled in front of him without hesitation and then even… swallowed it—
Is this… true love? Jing Feirong admitted that there was some emotion in his tears.
Since it is true love, there is nothing to hide in front of Chu Yanchuan. After all, Dijun even knows about his oral stage, even though he had been extremely embarrassed, Jing Feirong was able to take it easy.
“I don’t know, the tears just fell out by themselves.” Jing Feirong muttered.
After packing up, the two of them went to the Mortal Realm. There are rules in the heavens that do not allow money to be used in the Mortal Realm at will. You need to register with Lord Sihu Star to receive it. In the past, Jing Feirong always followed his brothers and sisters when he went to the Mortal Realm, so he naturally had money to spend. Today, he hooked up with Dijun, a wealthy man, and he was in a very happy mood.
He didn’t know if it was an illusion, but Jing Feirong always felt that Chu Yanchuan looked particularly good afterwards. Even if he just raised his eyes and pursed his lips, it was as if beautiful little flowers were blooming on his body, the spring scenery was like a painting, but it was also as if snow was falling, clear and crisp.
“I’m finished.” Standing in the bustling crowd, with the lights dim, Jing Feirong looked at the back of Chu Yanchuan, who was buying him tanghulu, and muttered absentmindedly.
Chu Yanchuan turned around and handed the tanghulu to Jing Feirong. Against the backdrop of the colorful lanterns and the mundane world, his cold face was spotlessly clean, as if he could capture eternity just by looking at him.
“Is it sweet?” Chu Yanchuan asked.
Jing Feirong nodded and handed the candied haws to Chu Yanchuan. “Dijun, would you like to have one?”
Chu Yanchuan shook his head, but Jing Feirong moved closer to him and rubbed the tanghulu against Dijun’s lips. The crowd was noisy, but Jing Feirong’s voice was clear, like coaxing a child: “Dijun, it’s really sweet, you should have a taste.”
His face was against the light, his hair was loose, and his head was hairy. Chu Yanchuan looked at him for a while and licked his lips, which were stained with some sticky and sweet candy. Chu Yanchuan pursed his lips and moved forward to bite the tanghulu.
Jing Feirong moved the tanghulu back with bad intentions, so Chu Yanchuan bit into nothing.
It was the first time in tens of thousands of years that he was teased so blatantly. Chu Yanchuan was stunned and raised his eyes subconsciously. Jing Feirong was immediately distracted by his rare blank look—because Dijun was usually very calm and would only look at him like this in bed.
“Oh, I was mistaken.” Jing Feirong pretended to look at the tanghulu. “I just saw that there seemed to be paper scraps on it, but it turns out there are none.”
He brought the tanghulu to Chu Yanchuan’s lips again and said nonchalantly, “It’s fine, Dijun, take a bite.”
The gentle Dijun was irritated by the naughty kid, and the consequences were serious. Chu Yanchuan turned away and walked forward without saying a word. Jing Feirong found Dijun’s appearance very novel, and he stood there and giggled twice, then bit a piece of tanghulu in his mouth, chewed it, and followed him.
After walking a few steps, there was a small stall selling masks. Jing Feirong stopped and looked at it curiously. He was thinking about Dijun and the money in his pocket, so he turned around and wanted to call Chu Yanchuan. As a result, he saw a man standing opposite Dijun, holding a silk peach blossom lantern in his hand.
The stall owner selling masks was just about to promote his products when the young man in front of the stall suddenly disappeared. He leaned over to look and saw that the man was already more than two meters away.
Jing Feirong put his arm around Chu Yanchuan’s shoulders without saying anything, chewing the tanghulu, and said innocently, “Did you run into someone you know?”
The voice was innocent, but the eyes showed no mercy at all. He coldly looked the man up and down and finally stared into his eyes. He was obviously a handsome boy eating tanghulu with a smile on his face, but he looked cold and intimidating no matter how one looked at him.
The man smiled and said, “It seems that the Young Master already has a companion. Sorry for bothering you. I will take my leave now.”
Seeing the man leave, Jing Feirong finally took his hand off Chu Yanchuan’s shoulder and asked, “Did he want to give the lantern to Dijun?”
“Yes.”
Jing Feirong muttered, “Why does he want to send lanterns to people whenever he sees them?”
“It’s a Lantern Festival custom in this city. Giving lanterns to people means inviting them to enjoy the lanterns at night together.”
Jing Feirong was stunned, and after a long pause, he said, “Flirtatious!”
As he said this, he frivolously held Dijun’s hand. Chu Yanchuan looked at him. Jing Feirong looked around, chewing the tanghulu in his mouth, as if he were deliberately hiding something. Finally, he blinked a few times, looked forward, and seriously said, “There are too many people. It would be bad if Dijun got lost.”
Chu Yanchuan let him hold his hand.
The two of them slowly walked through the long riverside street that was full of lanterns and finally walked away from the bustling crowd and arrived at a quiet stone bridge. There were lanterns floating in the river, and it was unknown where they were going. Jing Feirong looked into the river for a while and asked Chu Yanchuan, “Does Dijun want to release lanterns?”
The Fifth Prince’s mind was very complicated yet easy to figure out. He clearly wanted to play, but he refused to say it directly and had to pretend to ask others. Chu Yanchuan smiled slightly and answered, “Yes.”
“Then I’ll go buy it. Dijun, please wait for me here.” Jing Feirong was about to take a step, but turned back, leaned next to Chu Yanchuan, and asked in a low voice, “Dijun, can you give me the purse?”
Chu Yanchuan took off the brocade bag and handed it to Jing Feirong. Jing Feirong took the purse but did not leave. Taking advantage of the darkness around them, he leaned over and kissed Dijun on the cheek.
Chu Yanchuan turned his head and saw that Jing Feirong had already run away, and only his back was left.
When buying lanterns, Jing Feirong was teased by the lady boss, who asked the handsome young man who he wanted to give the lanterns to. Jing Feirong was carefully carrying a few lanterns. Hearing this, he looked up, smiled brightly, and answered without hesitation, “For my sweetheart!”
He quickly returned to the bridge to find Dijun, but the place where the two had just stood was empty. Apart from a few passersby, there was no sign of Chu Yanchuan.
Jing Feirong looked around blankly with the lanterns in his hand. Somehow, his heart tightened. He suddenly realized that Chu Yanchuan seemed to be just like this—light and quiet, coming and going without a sound. Jing Feirong never knew his past, so he couldn’t grasp anything. Divine marriage and the totem didn’t mean anything. In fact, his palms were empty from the beginning.
The gods must seal their spiritual aura while they’re in the Mortal Realm, so Jing Feirong cannot use this to sense whether Chu Yanchuan is still around.
Behind him was a noisy and bustling street of lanterns. Jing Feirong stood by the dark river, head down, tears welling up in his eyes. The light in his hand was soft, making him look lonely, like an abandoned child.
“Your Highness the Fifty Prince?”
Jing Feirong suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice. Through his tearful eyes, he saw a white figure on the river bank below the steps. It was his Dijun.
As if his heart were securely held, Jing Feirong immediately stepped down the stairs and walked in front of Chu Yanchuan. After a moment of silence, he said a little aggrievedly, “I thought Dijun was gone.”
Afraid that Chu Yanchuan would find out that he was crying, Jing Feirong immediately changed the subject: “I bought the lanterns, and they’re already lit.”
He handed a lotus lantern to Chu Yanchuan, who held it in his hand. The two squatted down by the river and released the lanterns into the water together. The two lanterns swayed next to each other and slowly drifted to the center of the river. The flames on the lanterns flickered like stars, embellishing the river with a dazzling light, which was a rare beauty in heaven.
After a long silence, Jing Feirong suddenly spoke: “I heard that lanterns can carry the wishes of the living and light the way for the souls of the dead who have nowhere to go.”
He asked Chu Yanchuan: “What did the Lord of the Underworld say?”
Chu Yanchuan looked at the lanterns in the river, with dots of light reflected in his eyes, and replied, “He said it was fake.”
“But it can always give people something to think about, and it’s good to have something to rely on. If you really lose your loved one, this can be a kind of comfort.” Jing Feirong thought, “Old friends are like light clouds, never stopping from morning to night, but they are far away and out of reach. Holding such a lantern in your hand can also be regarded as a real concern.”
Amid the subtle sound of flowing water, Chu Yanchuan’s voice was very light and somewhat ethereal, as if he were savoring Jing Feirong’s words: “Old friends are like light clouds…”
Jing Feirong touched his nose, glanced at Chu Yanchuan secretly, carefully picked up a pear blossom lantern at his feet, and said, “Dijun, this is for you.”
——It is the Lantern Festival custom in this city. Giving lanterns to others means inviting them to enjoy the lanterns at night together.
This was what Chu Yanchuan said himself, and Jing Feirong learned and applied it immediately. Anyway, it was dark, and Dijun could not see his blushing.
Chu Yanchuan took the pear blossom lantern, paused, and said, “I have already admired the lanterns with Your Highness.”
“Keep it as a souvenir.” Jing Feirong said, “This is the first time we celebrate the Lantern Festival together.”
He was very embarrassed after he finished speaking, his ears and face were burning. Then the two of them stood up together, and Chu Yanchuan said, “Your Highness the Fifth Prince, it’s time to go back.”
“En.”
A pair of figures gradually walked away, the river water began to ripple slightly, and the pair of lanterns that the two people had released together, which were leaning against each other, gradually dispersed as they drifted and finally fell on both sides of the river, swaying and far apart.
Jing Feirong did not return to heaven, he turned around halfway and went to Duanyi Mountain. Duanyi Mountain is located in the Immortal Realm, isolated from the world, and Jing Feize, the great prince of the dragon clan in heaven, served as the governor here.
The road was smooth, and there were familiar priests everywhere. Jing Feirong arrived outside the palace smoothly. Without asking anyone to report, he pushed the door open and walked in, passing through the corridor to the door of the study. The room is filled with golden books from the Immortal Realm. Behind the long desk sat a blue-robed deity, who was reading quietly with his eyes lowered.
Jing Feirong opened the bag of osmanthus cake in his hand, lowered his head, and sniffed the crispy fragrance. Then he knocked on the door frame, walked in, and said with a smile on his face, “DaLang, take the medicine1This is an internet meme, usually used to tease and ridicule those who are self-righteous and try to guide others. It comes from the sayings of Pan Jinlian in “Water Margin” and is used as a joke to express one’s dissatisfaction with the other party..”
