amaotonovel Chapter 123 Murong Yi is Jealous
Chapter 123 Murong Yi is Jealous
Ever since Lin Qianqian rescued Wuming and took him in at her residence, the two have been inseparable, always together.
Every day, laughter and cheerful voices filled the air. It was as if Lin Qianqian's inner joy had been ignited by an unnamed light, and she became more and more cheerful and bright. Like the warm spring sun, she dispelled the gloom of the past. Her bright smile often bloomed on her face, just like a blooming flower, bright and beautiful, and everywhere was filled with warmth and joy.
In two days it will be the seventh day of the seventh lunar month, the Qixi Festival, which is also Murong Yi's birthday. Lin Qianqian was in the backyard of the Prince's mansion, her elbows resting on the armrests of a stone chair, her hands supporting her head, her eyes staring blankly at one spot.
Xiaodie and Wuming walked over. Seeing her listless appearance, Xiaodie pouted, her eyes full of doubt, and asked, "Miss, what's wrong? Why are you frowning? Is something on your mind?"
Wuming didn't say anything, but gently sat down next to her, his fingers softly tidying her slightly messy hair.
Lin Qianqian then came to her senses and began to complain, "The prince's birthday is in two days, but I have absolutely no idea what gift to give him. Ugh, this is so annoying! Please give me some ideas!"
Xiao Die spoke first: "Miss, why don't we present the Prince with a magnificent brocade robe? It would certainly highlight his heroic and extraordinary qualities."
Lin Qianqian shook her head upon hearing this: "This is too ordinary. The Prince's mansion certainly has no shortage of clothes. This gift is nothing new."
Wuming listened, placed his hand on his chin, thought seriously for a while, and then said slowly, "Miss, I noticed that the pen holder in the Prince's study was quite old. Your handwriting is so beautiful, why not make a pen holder for him yourself? Find a good piece of sandalwood, carefully carve patterns that the Prince likes, such as plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums, and then write your blessings for the Prince on it. This pen holder will be unique, and the Prince will definitely like it very much."
Lin Qianqian's eyes lit up immediately, and she said happily, "This idea is fantastic! Only by making it myself can I express my feelings."
Without a word, they immediately got to work and began making the pen holder. Wuming rolled up his sleeves, revealing his tanned, well-defined forearms, and began working diligently. Lin Qianqian and Xiaodie stood obediently by his side, ready to help at any moment.
The nameless man carefully selected a piece of sandalwood. The sandalwood felt heavy in his hand and emitted a faint fragrance. He placed the sandalwood firmly on the workbench and then picked up a sharp carving knife.
He took a deep breath, his eyes becoming exceptionally focused. The carving knife lightly sliced across the sandalwood, and thin shavings of wood fell like snowflakes. His movements were remarkably steady, each stroke precise and precise, creating straight and smooth lines, as if measured with a ruler.
Lin Qianqian watched in amazement, exclaiming, "I can't believe a grown man like you can do such delicate work so beautifully! You're amazing!"
Xiaodie nodded in agreement, her eyes filled with admiration for Wuming.
While making the carving, Lin Qianqian felt a strong urge to try it herself. Wuming was very patient; he stood behind Lin Qianqian, holding her small hand in his large one, and guiding her to push the carving knife little by little.
Xiao Die watched them from the side, covering her mouth and giggling. Lin Qianqian blushed, turned around and glared at Xiao Die, but continued working diligently. Sometimes, if she made a small mistake, Lin Qianqian would anxiously call out, but Wuming would always smile and comfort her, then cleverly correct the mistake with other small tools.
Time passed slowly, and the pen holder gradually took shape. The plum blossoms, orchids, bamboo, and chrysanthemums carved on it became clearer and clearer. The plum blossom petals seemed to tremble slightly in the cold wind, the orchid leaves seemed to sway gently in the wind, the bamboo joints were clearly defined, and the chrysanthemum petals were layered, every part was full of vitality.
During this time, they chatted and laughed, telling jokes and sharing anecdotes from the past. These happy moments are like sparkling pearls, embedded in their shared memories.
Murong Yi was heading to his study when he was drawn to the courtyard by a burst of laughter. Looking up, he saw Lin Qianqian and Wuming standing side-by-side, Wuming's hand seemingly still resting on Lin Qianqian's shoulder. They were chatting and laughing, their eyes meeting in a subtle, unspoken exchange of affection. Lin Qianqian's cheeks were flushed, her eyes crinkling with a smile; she looked more charming and beautiful than Murong Yi had ever seen before.
Murong Yi's steps faltered instantly, a bitter feeling welling up inside him, as if jealousy were surging from the depths of his heart. He clenched his fists tightly, his knuckles turning white, his teeth unconsciously grinding together. His handsome face instantly darkened, his eyes filled with jealousy and resentment. He glared fiercely at the two men, snorted coldly, turned around, and strode away angrily, his robes whipping up a cold wind behind him, a testament to his pent-up anger and resentment.
Murong Yi turned around angrily, forcefully flicking his sleeve. The sleeve drew a sharp arc in the air, making a crisp "whoosh" sound, as if it had torn through the surrounding air.
At the same time, his feet stomped heavily on the ground, each step seemingly carrying immense force, the sound of his footsteps deep and powerful, like heavy drumbeats echoing in the silent courtyard.
The sudden commotion instantly attracted the attention of Lin Qianqian, Wuming, and Xiaodie. They subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound and their eyes met Murong Yi's receding figure, which was filled with obvious anger.
The smiles on their faces froze instantly. They looked at each other, each seeing doubt and unease in the other's eyes. For a moment, no one spoke; only silence spread, while their thoughts raced wildly like untamed horses.
Murong Yi strode into the study with a furious expression, slamming heavily onto a chair with a thud, as if he wanted to shatter it. His chest heaved violently, his hands gripping the armrests tightly, and his eyes blazed with rage.
When Afu saw this scene at the door, his heart skipped a beat, and his feet seemed to be nailed to the ground. He was terrified, but he also knew his duty. After hesitating for a long time, he finally mustered up his courage, carefully moved forward, and said softly, "Your Highness, what's wrong? Don't upset yourself."
Murong Yi glared fiercely at Afu and roared, "When did it become your business to interfere in my affairs!"
Afu trembled with fright and quickly lowered his head. His body was shaking slightly, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Your Highness, please calm down. No matter what happens, your health is the most important thing."
Murong Yi snorted coldly, turned her head away, and said through gritted teeth, "What do you know! Get lost!"
Ah Fu looked miserable, but he didn't dare to leave. He just stood there, not daring to breathe.
Murong Yi's face was gloomy, his brows were tightly furrowed, and his eyes burned with a fierce rage, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes. His teeth were clenched, the muscles on his cheeks bulged high, and each bite was accompanied by a gurgling sound, as if he was trying his best to suppress the anger that was about to burst out of his heart.