Princess Xiangsi - Chapter 105
Situ Xingyun fluttered his eyelashes, rubbed his ear, and turned his head to see a head of beautiful, black, silky hair fluttering in the air. In the blink of an eye, it disappeared, leaving only a faint fragrance in the air.
Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow, looked at the sky outside, and said, "It's a rare opportunity to come to Maple City, let's go check out the Flower Temple now!"
"Yes, young master."
Not long after Qingyun left, a strange smile appeared on the lips of the boudoir master. Her eyes flickered, and with a flick of her slender hand, a face fell off.
The woman smiled charmingly and casually plucked the strings of her zither. Several notes rang out, and the narcissus beside the zither stand began to wither. Its white stamens gradually faded and eventually fell to the ground.
Seeing this, the woman's smile became even more alluring, and she chuckled softly.
"Ah, that day is almost here."
Flower Temple 5 Flower Temple.
The magnificent peony, the pure and immaculate white lotus, the chrysanthemum with its detached elegance… everywhere you look, a riot of colors unfolds. The fragrances of all kinds intertwine, intoxicating and refreshing.
Among the flowers, besides the lingering bees and butterflies, there are also girls in colorful clothes and handsome young men.
Some admired the flowers, some recited poems, and some chased butterflies. Everyone was immersed in the vibrant spring, and a smile radiated from their eyes.
Qingyun stepped onto the jade steps and strolled along the quiet corridor.
Upon entering the Flower Temple, Qingyun and Wuxia parted ways.
Qingyun has never liked crowds; she prefers tranquility. Compared to the vibrant colors of the flowers outside, she loves this quiet, pale red corridor even more. Strolling along it, smelling the rich fragrance of flowers wafting from afar and the fresh air, feels like walking on a cloud of spring blossoms.
Qingyun's lips curled up slightly, blossoming into a smile that outshone all other beauties.
The various troubles that had been troubling her recently gradually faded away in this secluded and tranquil setting. Qingyun smiled genuinely from the bottom of her heart.
Qingyun looked up at the bright spring sunshine outside, squinted slightly, and a smile appeared on her lips again.
The sunshine is wonderful; the beautiful spring day always has a magical power to make people forget their sorrows and everything else.
In the blink of an eye, Qingyun saw Wuxia boating on a lotus pond not far away. Large lotus flowers were in full bloom, and the smile on Wuxia's face was as radiant as the lotus flowers.
Suddenly, a peach-colored shadow flashed before Qingyun's eyes and disappeared at the end of the corridor in the blink of an eye. Qingyun narrowed her eyes again, recalling the legend of the peach blossoms in the Flower Temple.
A curve appeared on her lips.
A peach tree that drinks human blood? She wanted to see for herself, and this might be a good subject for a book.
In a flash, Qingyun took a step and chased after that shadow, gradually disappearing into the corridor.
“Young master, although there are many flowers in this flower temple, they are still far inferior to our own.” Eunuch Tao followed Situ Xingyun onto the vermilion corridor.
Situ Xingyun remained silent from the moment he stepped into the corridor. He looked up at the sunlight outside, and with a flick of his right hand, his jade fan immediately opened, blocking the blinding sunlight.
Suddenly, Situ Xingyun, who had been silent all along, seemed to remember something, frowned, and said, "Eunuch Tao, you may step back."
"But..." Eunuch Tao hesitated, glancing around, "...the young master's safety..."
Situ Xingyun withdrew his jade fan and snapped, "Step back."
Seeing his master's sullen face, Eunuch Tao had no choice but to retreat awkwardly.
Situ Xingyun's brows relaxed, and he unfolded his jade fan again. With a gentle wave, a cool breeze blew in. He closed his eyes and savored the tranquility of the place.
This is the quiet place that Xue'er loves most. Feeling the environment she likes, he feels very close to her.
Countless times he woke up from his dreams to find his bedside empty, devoid of that familiar face, replaced by unfamiliar faces.
Countless times in the imperial court, I would drift into a daze, longing for that eloquent woman, only to be met with sharp-tongued ministers.
Countless times I've recalled bits and pieces of the past, only to open my eyes and suddenly realize that it's all in the past, and everything has changed.
Xue'er, why won't you enter my dream? You won't even grant me this opportunity?
Situ Xingyun quietly recalled, his dark eyes filled with grief, and the surrounding air seemed to be tinged with a thick layer of sorrow.
Suddenly, a burst of laughter, as melodious as a nightingale's song, rang out over the lotus pond, dispelling the sadness in the air. Situ Xingyun's brows furrowed deeply, his face darkening with slight displeasure.
He put away his jade fan and squinted his long, narrow phoenix eyes, gazing into the distance.
A woman in pink lingered in a small boat on a lotus pond. Large, pink lotus blossoms were set off by emerald green lotus leaves, shimmering in the sunlight. The woman laughed and frolicked on the pond, her every smile and gesture so natural and unpretentious.
Situ Xingyun was slightly taken aback, recognizing that the girl in pink was the same girl from Qingshui from not long ago.
At that moment, Yu Wuxia also spotted Situ Xingyun. Overjoyed, two shy blushes crept onto her face. She pursed her lips, tightened her grip on the oar, took a deep breath, and cried out, "Young Master—"
Situ Xingyun nodded in response.
Wu Xiao smiled faintly, her eyes brimming with laughter. She quickly steered the small boat to the edge of the pond and ran to Situ Xingyun's side. She bit her lip, blinked her eyes, and said softly, "I didn't have time to thank you earlier, so I don't have time to express my gratitude now. Thank you for your handkerchief."
Situ Xingyun smiled and said, "It's just a trivial matter."
Upon seeing Situ Xingyun's smile, Wuxia felt dizzy and disoriented. A wave of vertigo surged through her body, and she took a few steps back, leaning against a red pillar.
Situ Xingyun lowered his head and asked, "Miss, are you alright?"
Situ Xingyun's sudden approach made Wuxia's breath catch in her throat, a few smooth strands of hair brushing against her fair face.
Volume Two: Fate Leads to a Departed Palace, But a Happy Marriage is Made in the Flower Temple (Part 5)
At that moment, Wuxia caught a faint scent of plum blossoms from Situ Xingyun.