The Changes at Brightmoon Lake

If anyone knew where spring had gone, I'd call it back to stay with me.

After enduring the bitter winter and most of the spring, Hu Keke didn't know how many spirit medicines he had taken. The chill in his body had gradually eased, peeling away layer by layer like silk being unwound.

Today, the spring rain fell in fine threads, and he was in the mood for poetry.

Holding a book of ancient poems, he sat by the window and recited them.

He had just finished reading a particularly beautiful line when Feng Yanran strode into the main hall.

Watching him, she covered her mouth and laughed. "You've spent a whole winter and most of spring drinking in all that ink. I wonder whose daughter you'll charm to death?"

Hu Keke smiled faintly.

He replied with a straight face, "I only have one brother, named Wang Xian. It seems he hasn't found a wife yet."

The implication was that he wouldn't look for one until Wang Xian had.

Feng Yanran giggled. "It's a pity you and Wang Xian are both so young. My little sister probably can't wait that long. How about I talk to her and ask her to wait a few more years?"

Thinking of what Murong Wan'er looked like, Hu Keke couldn't help letting out a soft sigh.

He murmured, "Red blossoms and green leaves, year after year, morning and night. Tenderly entwined, always paired like mandarin ducks..."

"What does that mean? Speak plainly!"

Feng Yanran was incensed and reached out to pinch Hu Keke's cheek.

She laughed as she scolded him, "You know perfectly well I didn't read much, and you still dare tease me? Believe it or not, I'll tear that little mouth of yours open!"

Hu Keke smiled faintly.

He replied, "I mean,