Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 110

Chief Steward Qin dared not say more and simply agreed with a "yes".

Zhu Liuyue gazed at him and sighed softly, "Never mind, you can go. I know what I'm doing regarding Miss Zhu's matter and won't cause my father any trouble."

Chief Steward Qin seemed to let out a long sigh of relief: "Yes, Your Highness!" His figure swayed, like a falling star, until he turned two corners and could no longer see Duanyan Pavilion. Only then did he dare to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

Jianghu Tianhenqing II 10 2009-08-15 13:20 "The clouds are light and the rain is light, evening after evening, morning after morning. Since we parted, your eyebrows must have lost their greenness, and your jade bracelets must have lost their fragrance. I sit alone in my small pavilion, lost in longing, feeling so bored. A clump of daylilies, a few slender bamboos, a few banana leaves."

Chen Muwan leaned shyly against the veranda of Luowu Pavilion, gazing at the daylilies, bamboo, and banana trees in the courtyard, and the green leaves and lotus leaves on the distant lake. The song "Yan'er Mei" echoed repeatedly in her heart.

After yesterday's storm, the sky is exceptionally clear today, but in her heart, a gloomy mood still lingers.

The gloom, melancholy, and pain she felt were so oppressive that she could hardly breathe. Was it all because of the melody? Was it because of the deaths of Shuying and Feng Bo? She asked herself softly.

The answer only made her more confused.

The source of this chaos points directly to that proud young man in white robes.

Thinking of him, another image surfaced in her mind: clear, bright eyes, a dirty face, and a nonchalant smile…

These two people, from such different worlds, were completely mismatched in appearance, upbringing, and family background. Yet, when they stood together hand in hand, she felt an inexplicable...jealousy...

That's right! The feeling that has been causing her confusion, distress, sadness, and pain all along is jealousy!

Suddenly realizing her true feelings, Chen Muwan felt a pang of pathos. She, a noblewoman of high birth, always treated with utmost respect, had actually become jealous of a homeless girl, lower than dust! Such a narrow-minded and morbid mentality, yet she couldn't suppress it…

She picked up the soup bowl on the table; the medicine inside had already cooled, but she still drank two sips and then coughed softly a few times. The medicine was bitter, just like her assassin's mood.

"Miss Mu."

A gentle voice pulled Chen Muwan back from her self-pity and sorrow. She turned around abruptly and saw a tall bamboo figure standing to the side, her maple-colored robes fluttering in the breeze.

"Feng...Young Master Feng"

He...he came to see me? Chen Muwan was overjoyed and stood up, quickly going to greet him. But when she caught a glimpse of a disheveled head peeking out from behind Feng Xuese, her mood soured again.

Zhu Huihui held a large bouquet of gardenias in the crook of her left arm, and held the snow-white hand in her right: "Hero, this way!" She pulled him across the short bridge.

The two quickly arrived at Chen Muwan's side.

Zhu Huihui grinned and handed the gardenias in her arms to Chen Muwan: "Miss Mu, these flowers are for you!"

Chen Muwan accepted the flowers: "Thank you, Miss Zhu."

Feng Xue smiled and asked, "Miss Mu, is the body any better?"

"I'm much better now," Chen Muwan replied, then paused and added, "Thank you for your concern, Fengxuese!"

After exchanging a few polite words, the two fell silent.

Although Feng Xuese respected Chen Muwan, he was always bad at dealing with women, so he didn't know what to say; Chen Muwan, on the other hand, had a lot to say, but with Zhu Huihui right in front of her, staring at her with wide eyes, she couldn't utter a single word...

After a long while, Fengxuese finally found a topic: "Miss Mu, if you agree, how about burying Qin Diao, Shuying, and Mr. Feng on this Hidden Spirit Island?" In this season, it is impossible to send the bodies back to their homeland or the Valley of Sorrow.

Chen Muwan's eyes reddened slightly, and she nodded gently: "Thank you for your trouble, Young Master Feng!"

"Miss Mu, please don't be so polite."

After saying this, the two of them were speechless again.

After a while, Chen Muwan remembered a topic: "Young Master Feng, what is the current whereabouts of Generals Yu and Qi's families?"

Feng Xuese replied, "Not at the moment."

Now, it's not just Zhu Liuyue who's desperately searching for Feng Jianye and the families of the two generals; Fengxue City, Chiyantian, and Shenbingjie have also dispatched a large number of people, and have even sent elite troops to the southeast coast to assist Fang Jianwu and Jietianshui Island in defending the sea... Alas! At such a critical juncture, he, Xiye Yan, and Yan Shenhan are all injured and unable to travel...

Feng Xuese said, "Miss Mu, you said that if I see Kazama Yoru again, I will be able to recognize him?"

Chen Muwan blushed slightly: "I was just trying to scare people."

Feng Xuese said "Oh" but before she could speak, Zhu Huihui laughed—she was almost falling asleep listening to them talk, and finally heard something interesting.

Hearing her muffled laughter, Feng Xuese asked, "Huihui, what are you laughing at?"

Zhu Huihui chuckled: "I thought I was the only one in the world who could brag, but it turns out, Miss Mu is even better at it than me... mmm..."

Feng Xuese tightly covered Zhu Huihui's mouth, pretending not to hear, and changed the subject: "Miss Mu, call the maid over and arrange the gardenias." He was filled with regret; he knew this rascal wouldn't say anything nice, yet he still had to ask her…

Chen Muwan's face, which was originally as white as porcelain, had turned bright red. After composing herself, she said, "Alright!" and turned to look for the maid.

Hearing her enter the room, Feng Xuese released her hand, lowered her voice, and scolded, "Be careful what you say, or Miss Mu will be angry."

Zhu Huihui felt wronged: "I didn't say anything wrong!"

Feng Xuese said, "Miss Mu, that's not bragging, that's strategy!"

When Mu-guniang said those words, it was precisely when he and Kazama Yoru were about to spar. Was she saying that to distract him? Sigh! Talking to this girl wouldn't make sense; she'd only spout nonsense…

Zhu Huihui retorted, "If this is called strategy, then wouldn't I be constantly having to say 'strategy, strategy'?"

From afar, a clear yet subtle voice rang in her ears: "Silly child! That method of distinguishing people by their heartbeat and pulse requires extremely keen senses and profound inner strength. Miss Mu is not skilled in martial arts, so how could she possibly know it?"

"Hey, Brother Liu Yue!" Zhu Huihui looked around.

The smile on Feng Xue's lips suddenly froze. After a moment, she turned Zhu Huihui's head to the left, slightly to the west: "There!"

At the end of the short bridge, Zhu Liuyue, dressed in an apricot-colored robe with a loose belt, bathed in the setting sun, walked gracefully towards them, gently waving a folding fan in his hand. He looked incredibly noble, elegant, and dashing.

Zhu Huihui waved and greeted her with a grin, "Brother Liuyue!" In an instant, Zhu Liuyue had moved in front of her and said with a smile, "Miss Zhu!"