Starry Sky Railway: The Slacking Sword Saint is Keeped by Fu Xuan

Fu Xuan sat quietly, his gaze fixed on Yu Chen without ever shifting, as if the general didn't exist.

She watched him laugh, watched him and Jingyuan try to get each other drunk, and watched him boast about himself.

The lamp above her head was still swaying, the candlelight flickering and dimming, and she suddenly chuckled softly.

Suddenly, on a whim, while Yu Chen and Jing Yuan were playfully fighting, he reached out and took his cup.

There was still a little bit of crystal-clear liquid in the glass, with a faint fragrance, but the main odor was a slightly pungent smell.

She frowned slightly, but still took a small sip from the damp spot.

It's still as pungent and spicy as ever, but the experience is slightly better than last time.

Is it because of the different types of wine?

"Hey, your little Fu Xuan is stealing your wine..."

Jing Yuan suddenly spoke up, and Fu Xuan's body trembled slightly, his face flushed slightly, and he casually put the cup back in its original place, as if he knew nothing and did nothing.

But her flushed cheeks betrayed her.

While pressing down on Jing Yuan, who was pinned beneath him, Yu Chen turned around and looked over.

He glanced at the pretty girl sitting there and chuckled softly, "It's alright... Fu Xuan, if you want, just try a little bit. If you don't like it, put it down. I'll finish this and come keep you company~"

Fu Xuan glanced at him and snorted, "I don't need you to accompany me!"

After a moment of silence,

She suddenly turned to look out the window and said something as if it were unintentional.

My hands are a little cold…

The windows were wide open, and the wind, carrying starlight, rushed in. The night was deepening, and the wind was slightly chilly.

Yu Chen's smile gradually widened, and he no longer restrained himself, laughing unrestrainedly.

Jing Yuan, pinned beneath him, stared at that radiant, chrysanthemum-like smiling face and the languid gaze in his eyes, and felt utterly uncomfortable.

Taking advantage of Yu Chen's dazed state, he reached out and grabbed the arm that was pressing down on him, and in the instant his body escaped the heavy pressure, he moved out of the ground as if sliding horizontally.

Yu Chen didn't mind. He straightened his back, clapped his hands, walked over to Fu Xuan, and gently took her small hand in his palm.

Fu Xuan met his gaze, a slight smile playing on his lips, before turning his head away to look at the night view outside the window.

...

The remaining jar of wine was mostly drunk by the general himself. A certain sword saint had drunk a bit too much earlier and fell asleep while leaning against Fu Xuan.

Jing Yuan wanted to pull him awake, but as soon as he got close, Fu Xuan's sharp gaze swept over him, and the chilling look in his eyes made him hesitant to approach...

These two are quite something, acting as matchmakers for each other, and they've only been together for a short time before they've started to be so exclusive!

You pamper me, and I pamper you; it's incredibly sweet!

Jing Yuan got angrier and angrier. Damn it, he even lost a good brother who could drink with him!

But when she turned to glare at him fiercely, seeing him peacefully and relaxedly leaning against Fu Xuan, fast asleep, the anger in her heart instantly dissipated...

"Ugh…"

He sighed sadly. What else could he do? Wasn't this already the best outcome?

He suddenly chuckled self-deprecatingly. Yu Chen might be at peace now, but…

How can he save himself?

Jing Yuan tilted his head back and drank the last drop of wine in his glass, then slammed the glass down on the table with a slight force. Fu Xuan glanced at him sideways.

He propped himself up on his knees and stood up unsteadily, looking somewhat lost. He walked slowly to the window and leaned against it, gazing at the starry sky.

Golden light shimmered, but his thoughts drifted back to the golden slash he had made years ago.

Some people have criticized him for being cowardly and afraid of battle, but how could they know that his one strike not only severed the disaster that nearly capsized the immortal ship, but also severed... the shackles between him and the person he cherished most in this world?

Master…

My disciple, I miss you…

A shimmering light appeared in his golden, majestic eyes, and a tear, carrying boundless tenderness and longing, quietly slipped down his cheek.

Jing Yuan leaned against the window, rested his arms on his hands, and slowly closed his eyes.

...

Fei Guang Fei Guang, persuade you to have a glass of wine.

I know neither the height of the blue sky nor the thickness of the yellow earth. I only see the cold moon and the warm sun, which come to erode human life.

Eating bear makes you fat, eating frog makes you thin.

Where is the Divine Lord? Where is Taiyi?

...

It was as if he were dreaming, in which she returned, still the same as before, still so aloof… but she also seemed different. The demonic aura was gone, and a gentler light seemed to have appeared between her brows. She seemed to touch herself and whisper, 'Jingyuan, we will meet again… only then will it be truly…'

The hazy, dreamlike voice gradually faded away. Jing Yuan groggily opened her eyes, staring blankly at the night sky. She hadn't heard her last words clearly…

But, will we ever see each other again?

His eyes trembled slightly, mingling with the stars in the boundless universe, his deep, golden pupils concealing emotions unknown to anyone…

"Your disciple is waiting for you..."

Chapter 60: Irrelevant to the Title

As night deepened, the two who were quite drunk had already fallen asleep.

Fu Xuan gently put Yu Chen down and let him rest his head on her lap.

He subconsciously rubbed against the soft thigh covered in white stockings, a faint fragrance lingering in his nose.

Fu Xuan's face flushed slightly.

His breath carried a faint scent of alcohol, and his loose, black hair was as dark as ink.

Fu Xuan gently rubbed his head, strands of hair slipping through her fingers, and her gaze gradually became unfocused.

Her gaze fell on that sleeping face, and she wondered what it was thinking.

The Sword Saint's expression was unusually calm, and he was very relaxed, as if he had let down all his guard against her.

That handsome face actually looked quite cute at that moment…

Jing Yuan leaned against the wall and began to snore, a few tears still lingering in the corners of his eyes.

In contrast, Yu Chen slept much more soundly, his slight snoring not bothering him.

Fu Xuan smiled and gently pinched his cheek. Yu Chen frowned slightly, hummed, and suddenly rolled over, facing her stomach and burying his face in it.

"Um…"

He reached out and hugged Fu Xuan's waist, gently nuzzled her lower abdomen with his head, whimpered, and then continued to sleep peacefully.

Fu Xuan's body stiffened as he felt the tingling sensation and warm breath coming from his abdomen, and his face gradually regained its color.

Looking down at the serene man, she gently bit her lip, a blush of shyness flowing in her sparkling eyes, and a unique tenderness gently fell on his face.

"How...annoying..."

The delicate, soft voice conveyed affection; the seemingly unrelated words revealed a young girl's feelings amidst shyness and warmth...

Fu Xuan gazed at him quietly, a faint smile playing on her lips, her hand gently stroking his head as time slowly passed…

...

"My lord, it's almost 1:00 AM..."

As he listened to the employees announcing the time, Fu Xuan couldn't help but yawn.

She usually goes to bed early at this time, but today she didn't realize it was already this late.

The guy lying on her lap was fast asleep with his face buried in her chest. Fu Xuan turned her head and glanced at a general sleeping peacefully alone in the other corner of the room.

He was also in a deep sleep, showing no signs of being awake.

"Ugh…"

The young diviner sighed softly. "Liuyun Pavilion is good in every way, except that there is no place for guests to stay overnight."

Jing Yuan let him do as he pleased; he didn't mind lying there for the night, except for the thing she was holding...

If she were to use him as a pillow all night, she'd be ruining her legs...

Moreover, he hadn't even showered yet. Given the stark contrast between the tidy room and his own cleanliness, Lord Fu Xuan couldn't bear to sleep with this strange smell on him.

I couldn't bear to see this guy, reeking of alcohol, lying there all night...

So, even though his sleeping face is quite cute, I still have to wake him up...

"Go get him a bowl of hangover soup, give it to him, and then we'll go back. As for the general..."

Cover him with a blanket, then you should go and rest too. It's alright if the general is left here."

Fu Xuan whispered a few instructions, and the female employee went to prepare the hangover soup. She then looked down at Yu Chen.