Crushing on Your Majesty

In the inner area of a temple, Hua Qingxin, a delicate and pretty lady, walked quietly on a thick layer of fallen leaves to an ancient tree. Clearing her throat, she sang, “Ho! Huh!”

“Why do I have no one to marry with since flowers at the riverbank are blooming and dogs are playing in pairs? Eh, ah, eh, ah, oh…”

There was a sudden screech, “Ah—” while Hua Qingxin was singing.

A man was falling from the ancient tree together with some yellow leaves… No, to be exact, he was dangled in the air.

His neck was hooked by vines, and his feet were struggling. He was trembling as if he was just struck by a thunder.

Oh my god…

“You… you are hanging yourself!” Hua Qingxin covered her mouth in astonishment and stepped back.

God, she thought he was hanging himself.

Before she sang, Yun Cang who had an afternoon nap on a branch of the ancient tree was immersed in his own sweet dream. After sounds of “Ho! Huh!”, his sweet dream became a nightmare. He woke up with a start and fell from the sturdy tree trunk.

His neck happened to be hooked by a piece of vines, and he was hung on the ancient tree, which made him look like hanging himself.

“Hurry…help…” Yun Cang said painfully.

Hua Qingxin finally came around and shouted, “Let me help you!”

She then held legs of Yun Cang, and dragged him down with strength, “Why did you commit suicide? You still have a long way to go in your life. It’s good to live…”

Hua Qingxin kept dragging him down, and Yun Cang showed more whites of his eyes. His neck was more tightly hooked by the vines.

He could call help just now, but he could not now.

“Ah, why don’t you talk to me?”

Hua Qingxin sensed that something was wrong. She had a deep breath and jumped with all her strength, to drag the strange man hanging himself on the tree. Her feet were above the ground.