For an hour, in fact, there are not many homely conversations, especially Qi Lang still needs to take Mi Rong around, get to know the sometimes stern and sometimes kind Aunt Dong, tease Xiao Jila who began to call people indiscriminately, and come to the edge of the pavilion by the lake, and sit with his sleeping mother for a while...... An hour is really too urgent.

However, it was an hour undisturbed, without Joanna's close watch, without the cold face of Gimucci, and even Igru ran far into the woods to communicate with Leo's natural nemesis.

God knows why Qi Lang had to force this inconsequential hour from Ji Muqi, and everyone knew very well that he and the princess had been together for a long time the night before, and it had been almost ten hours since the welcome dinner, and the second half of that time could be called alone. Like now, although it's just the two of them hanging around, after all, this is in broad daylight, and if they want to do something intimate, I'm afraid they will be seen clearly.

But Qi Lang did just that, and on the other hand, Princess Mirong seemed to be more than happy to accept this spare hour. It's as if this is a good play that they have discussed with each other, and they deliberately want to play it for the future husband who has almost no jealousy.

Of course, in the eyes of the soldiers, it is also possible that this play was played for Joanna. For they could all see that when they walked with Princess Mirong, their Mr. Commander looked very handsome, and perhaps his face was not as white as that of the young man who had given him the name of Kimchi, and his facial features were not as delicate as his, but at least they were impeccable when they stood together—they were both Orientals, with black hair and black eyes, and to use an idiom in Middle-earth, they were called a natural pair.

Joanna is also very beautiful, of course, but her skin color is her natural disadvantage. In addition, her plump figure seems to have become a disadvantage at this time, because it is easy for people to think about the purpose of getting along with men and women. It's actually good like the current one, it's a simple emotional exchange, so pure that it doesn't mix any impurities. It is estimated that Joanna should retreat, if Mr. Commander really made up his mind to have a love competition with the kimchi prince and win logically, Joanna would definitely not have a chance.

Qi Lang and Mi Rong have no way of knowing the psychological activities of the soldiers, just as outsiders can't know what they really think. Anyway, they got this free hour to squander, and it was time to ignore all the interference from the outside world, take the mentality of playing in the mountains and rivers, and get along well.

The two of them walked very slowly, as they had done on the mountain path of Cloud Peak, and it was just the two of them, walking quietly like that, occasionally making a few inconsequential gossip. The difference is that this time Qi Lang seems extremely relaxed, with a natural expression and a lively conversation. was a little nervous, but it was Princess Mirong. She didn't talk much, as if it was her turn to start knotting her tongue this time. It should have been when she was passing by the crystal coffin, she heard the earth-shattering battle from Qi Lang's mouth, and when she thought of the bloody scene, she should have been quite frightened.

However, when they bypassed the mimosa bush and walked towards the waterfall in front of the Lion's Head Peak, Mi Rong seemed to let go a little, and talked more, and was amused by Qi Lang's jokes from time to time. It's no wonder, you know, that area is the most beautiful place on the shores of Seongsu Lake, and it's easy to make people feel open-minded. Even Leo, the dumb dog, haunts the area from time to time, and he has left a lot of scent signs in the grass around him, so that neither Iglu nor Parry dare risk their lives without permission.

The slope in front of the waterfall is probably the farewell place for Qi Lang and Princess Mirong. They stopped there, sat down on the rocks on the shore of the lake, looked at the waterfall that was beginning to take shape, and chatted passionately. There are only ten minutes left before the appointment, and they must hurry up, otherwise many words will be held in their hearts for a long time, which is really a great pity for couples who are happy with each other.

Say goodbye, naturally, they are about to speak.

That's not a reluctant word, although with their age and experience, the words at this time should be full of sour taste, but the real situation is just the opposite, the feelings of children have long left them, because they have a special identity, they all shoulder heavy responsibilities, emotions must be subordinated to identity, must be buried deep in the heart, unknown.

Farewell, it's just a goodbye, it's as simple as it gets.

No matter how unhappy the alliance meeting was, the fact that the alliance had become black and white, Ji Muqi signed his name, and Qi Lang and Mi Rong also signed their names, which means that it is hoped that the legion will fight side by side with these two allies for a long time to come, and contact with each other is naturally indispensable. Even though he was far away from thousands of mountains and rivers, with this official document, with a single call, Qi Lang could still cross the mountains and mountains and rush to the princess's side unimpeded, sending his own strength or all of it—so, goodbye, that is, the next meeting in the near future.

But at this moment, it is still very difficult to say a simple goodbye. Qi Lang seemed to be a little worried, worried that once those two words jumped out of his mouth, the girl in the white dress in front of him would turn into a puff of light smoke and float out thousands of miles away at once. Qi Lang absolutely did not want to say these two words, because it would mean that for a long time, the princess's pretty face, her breathtakingly beautiful eyes, would only appear in dreams—that would mean separation.

Qi Lang was fed up with the separation. Whether it was the repeated separation with his parents, the separation with the kind Mr. Zhu Lai, or the separation with Mr. Coom in the town of Shach, it always brought him long-term sorrow. Qi Lang knew that it was the taste of concern, and that taste was like a thin thread tied to his heart, which would always bring pain to a certain inadvertent beat of his heart. He was sure that he had a strong ability to tolerate pain, but that kind of pain was difficult to suppress, even more difficult than the thousands of rebirths in the Stone Refining Illusion.

Since he could not even say a simple goodbye, the extraordinarily precious ten minutes had to be lost helplessly in silence. They sat quietly together, as if in a contest of patience, listening to the rushing water hitting the rocks, looking at the new green condensed from the lotus leaves, without saying a word, without moving.

But at this moment, the emotions that had been suppressed for a long time finally got out of control.

I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the noble and beautiful princess actually pulled Qi Lang's palm. She obviously knew that Ji Muqi was waiting by the tall gate, and although he didn't set his eyes on the lake, he must have felt it. But she still pulled Qi Lang's palm without any scruples, and just sat there quietly, not saying a word, just silently enjoying the warm temperature from the rough palm.

"It won't be long. Qi Lang couldn't be silent any longer, "I want to tell you ......"

"Don't say anything. But Mi Rong interrupted Qi Lang, she seemed to feel that any words were superfluous, "Let's just sit like this for a while, just for a while." ”

Qi Lang looked into Mi Rong's eyes. She didn't look back, but looked at the clear water of the lake, as if only in this way could this little moment be extended indefinitely, as if only in this way could she keep the present feeling firmly in her heart.

Ji Muqi was wandering impatiently around there, fortunately with the polite Ruth by his side, and he was trying his best to stall for time - he was probably already introducing all the products of the Zhongyang Mountains, and was now trying to attract the attention of the kimchi prince with the mysteries of the feng shui array. Due to his limited knowledge in this area, he soon ran out of skills.

Fortunately, Mi Rong was already about to let go, and she could clearly see the time from the shadow of the sun in the lake. The hour was up, and she had to leave.

However, she had not yet fully let go of her small, delicate palms, as if she had never completely let go of everything that had passed—how could she let go of that precious memory. That memory may not have started with the Binnu Swamp, but she remembered the young man in the Fata River Valley, the panicked boy in Yunyang City, and the nervous young man in Hongcuifang. And the name of this teenager, she once hung it on her lips every day......

But the time to say goodbye has finally come. She sighed sadly and said in an almost inaudible voice: "Your hand, I don't know how many times I can hold it, how long I can hold it......"

Qi Lang's palm shrank involuntarily, as if Mi Rong's exclamation had triggered an inexplicable nerve, which stimulated him to almost clench his palm with all his might, and at the same time clenched the increasingly cold little hand. He began to tense - all his previous efforts had been in vain, no matter how much he pretended to be calm, he was still nervous in front of Mi Rong. The reason why he was nervous was that he didn't know how to respond, because he never expected Princess Mirong to confide in her heart so directly.

It took a lot of effort for Qi Lang to calm down, but the ability to reply was not regained as he wished—should I say goodbye?

Fortunately, the princess didn't expect any answer, and when she saw the familiar panic return to Qi Lang's eyes, she was already satisfied. She let go of her palm, stood up easily, and smiled like a bright spring sun: "No matter what the future holds, I am very grateful to you. ”

After saying that, Mi Rong turned around and left with a smile, and the word goodbye never appeared in her mouth.