Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

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He coughed lightly: "Weren't you supposed to go and keep Miss Mu company? How is she?"

"Um... I'm alright!" she said uncertainly. She herself was usually as strong as an ox and hated sickly people, so she hadn't even bothered to visit Chen Muwan...

Feng Xue raised an eyebrow: "You didn't take care of her?" This child is really disobedient! Hidden Spirit Island is a property of Feng Xue City, and she and he are both directors. How could they abandon a sick guest and go off to have fun?

Zhu Huihui immediately lied through her teeth: "Of course I did! I... I only came out because I saw she was asleep."

Feng Xuese said helplessly, "Alright, come with me to see Miss Mu." She flicked her cheek with her finger—knowing she would pout.

Zhu Huihui's cheeks, which had just puffed out, immediately deflated again. She kept sighing, "Let's go... well, of course not to play! We're going to pick flowers to give to Miss Mu." She took his hand and started walking down the mountain.

Feng Xuese smiled slightly. "Ah! Children truly know no sorrow!" she sighed, and followed her down the mountain.

A figure flashed briefly in Duanyan Pavilion. A slender figure walked gracefully to the jade railing. Apricot-colored sleeve fell over the railing, and a fair hand picked up a fallen gardenia petal from the ground.

Zhu Liuyue stared at the snowflakes on her fingertips, her eyes deep and unfathomable.

After a long silence, he slowly said, "Chief Steward Qin!"

Steward Qin appeared before the Broken Smoke Pavilion like a ghost, bowing slightly: "This old servant is here!"

"Notify the guards to prepare to leave!"

"Yes, Your Highness!" Steward Qin replied, turning to leave.

Zhu Liuyue suddenly called out again, "Wait!"

"Yes!" Steward Qin turned around, waiting for Zhu Liuyue's instructions.

However, Zhu Liuyue hesitated for a moment, then sighed softly, "It's alright, you can go now."

This time, Steward Qin did not rush to leave. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Young Prince, please forgive this old servant for being nosy, but you have been restless lately. Is it because of Miss Zhu?"

Zhu Liuyue spoke into the air, but only slightly narrowed her eyes, her usually gentle and radiant peach blossom eyes suddenly turning cold and gloomy.

Steward Qin lowered his head: "Young Prince, although Miss Zhu is very... very individualistic, but... Your Highness promised!"

Zhu Liuyue smiled faintly and asked softly, "Do I need anyone else's permission to do what I want?"

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.