La pluie printanière est comme du vin, les saules comme de la fumée

Chapitre 40

Feng Xue raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Xingyun, you can do that?"

"I know a little bit."

Feng Xue smiled and said, "Then I'll wait and see."

Before the bronze mirror, Feng Xue sat quietly, letting Situ Xingyun arrange her hair. Through the mirror, Feng Xue saw Situ Xingyun carefully combing her hair with a sandalwood comb, his eyes filled with focused attention.

Feng Xue felt a faint happiness in her heart.

Her mother once told her, "Xue'er, if you meet someone who is willing to tie up your hair, that person will surely be someone you can rely on. It's a pity that Xue'er was born into the royal family and cannot decide her own destiny. Otherwise, with Xue'er's beauty and intelligence, how many people would be captivated by her?"

Feng Xue's lips curved into a perfect arc, carrying a hint of sweetness.

A moment later, Situ Xingyun styled Feng Xue's hair into a low bun, adorned with a flowing jade hairpin and a freshly picked magnolia blossom. A single-colored tassel dangled from the back of her hair. Pearl and jade necklaces adorned her earlobes. Her eyebrows were arched, and her lips were red.

Looking at herself in the bronze mirror, Feng Xue chuckled.

"Your hair is styled nicely, but Xingyun isn't very familiar with matching hairpins, hair flowers, and tassels. It seems that Xingyun really is 'a little bit' as you just said!" Seeing that his expression was a bit off, Fengxue said softly, "My mother once said that if a woman has a man who can style her hair, no matter how handsome he is, he is a man she can entrust her life to."

Situ Xingyun smiled and whispered in her ear, "Next time, I'll help you tie up your hair again."

Feng Xue blushed slightly and stood up. "I'm going to change my clothes. Xing Yun, please wait a moment."

"I'll pick out the clothes, Xue'er. Although I'm not good at hairpins, hair flowers, or tassels, I might be good at clothes." Situ Xingyun left the dressing table and went to the large wooden cabinet where clothes were kept. After browsing for a while, he took out a white magnolia-patterned gauze dress, a pleated skirt with floral patterns, and a thin silk belt.

After Feng Xue changed into the new clothes, Situ Xingyun found a white jade bracelet and put it on her wrist.

Feng Xue in the bronze mirror is dignified and composed, yet retains a woman's charm.

Situ Xingyun looked at Feng Xue with satisfaction, nodded, and then smiled and said, "Xue'er, let's go out."

********************************************************** Uh… School starts soon, so Dan Ying is preparing some things for the start of the semester. That's why there's been a delay in updates.

I saw yuviolet's comment: "After seeing this, a thought suddenly popped into my head: I feel like Li Ge is a woman disguised as a man, and she is Jun Wuhen's destined wife."

Uh... this author has a truly rich imagination. Dan Ying is completely outmatched.

Sigh... Just a quick complaint: fellow countrymen who came in to read this, please leave a comment! It shouldn't take more than a few minutes! It takes me several hours to type all this.

The cherry blossoms, carrying their questions, drifted away on the wind, leaving behind an echo: Let the messages come even more fiercely!

Volume One: A Female Scholar Named Qingyun (Illustrated)

After having lunch, Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue boarded a carriage together and drove out of the city amidst the surprised gazes of everyone in the Prince's Mansion.

Inside the carriage, Feng Xue sat languidly on the thorny butterfly couch, leaning against the window. The window was slightly open, and a gentle breeze lifted the crimson curtains, causing the tassels in Feng Xue's hair to sway lightly. A faint fragrance of orchids wafted towards Situ Xingyun opposite her.

His expression was gentle, and he looked at Feng Xue with a smile, softly saying, "Xue'er..." His soft call was filled with tender affection.

Feng Xue's voice was equally gentle, "Where does Xingyun want to take me?"

"There is a temple deep in the mountains outside the city. I've heard that the fortune-telling there is very accurate. Let's go and try it today."

"Heh..." Feng Xue chuckled lightly, "I didn't expect Xingyun to believe in these things, but I've heard that the abbot of that temple is detached from worldly affairs, has an eccentric personality, and only allows those he deems acceptable to draw lots. And that's also why the temple is so sparsely populated." She tilted her head and raised an eyebrow: "I wonder if the abbot will draw lots for us today?"

His narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes narrowed slightly as he said, "Yes. No one can stop me, Situ Xingyun, from doing what I set out to do." In the sunlight, his eyes reflected a dazzling light, making everything in the world seem so dim and insignificant.

Feng Xue's faint smile froze. She felt as if a proud dragon was rising slowly from his body, finally coiling around his head, and together they burst forth with a powerful light that dimmed the heavens and earth.

After a long while, she responded with a soft smile, then turned her gaze to the scenery outside the window, no longer looking at Situ Xingyun. Lowering her eyes, a surge of shock welled up within them.

After some time, the carriage arrived at the temple.

This temple, nestled deep in the mountains, is sparsely populated and rarely sees worshippers. However, its simple architecture and unpretentious decorations bear a resemblance to the remoteness of the mountains. Outside the temple, a young monk is sweeping fallen leaves, so engrossed that he is unaware of anyone's arrival.

He only turned around when Feng Xue and Situ Xingyun approached, a hint of surprise on his face, but he quickly regained his composure. He clasped his hands together and nodded, saying, "Greetings, both of you. May I ask if you've come to offer incense or draw lots?"

Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue nodded slightly. Situ Xingyun said, "Both are true."

"Master will not return until tomorrow, so please come again tomorrow, both of you." Nodding, the young monk turned around and continued sweeping the fallen leaves.

At this moment, Fengxue said, "Little monk, since that's the case, let's offer incense today and draw lots again tomorrow."

The young monk put down his broom, put his hands together in prayer, and said, "Please, both of you benefactors."

When Feng Xue saw the Lingbao Tianzun statue being offered incense, she was taken aback.

The temples in Fengxi all enshrine Buddhist statues, but this temple enshrines a Taoist deity. In her memory, only the Yinmeng Mengsha ethnic group worships Taoism.

The young monk standing nearby seemed to sense Feng Xue's question and said, "Master said that if you have Buddha in your heart, you will have Buddha in your heart. And..." The young monk hesitated for a moment, "Master thinks that Lingbao Tianzun is more handsome."

He really is a weirdo.

Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue thought to themselves at the same time.

After they finished offering incense and visiting the temple, it was already late. Moreover, the roads in the deep mountains were difficult to travel at night, and Situ Xingyun's wound had not yet healed, so they stayed in the temple's dining hall that night.

"Esteemed benefactors, I will go prepare the vegetarian meal. Please wait a moment." The young monk closed the door of the dining room and steadily left.

Only Situ Xingyun and Feng Xue remained in the room. Feng Xue looked around their room. Although simple, it was quiet.

Situ Xingyun sat on the bed and said, "The servants' rooms in the Prince's mansion are several times better than this vegetarian room. Xue'er is a precious and delicate person. Will she not be used to it?"

Before leaving, Feng Xue sat on the bed and said with a smile, "Although this place is simple and cannot compare to the Prince's Mansion, it has one thing that the Prince's Mansion does not have."

Situ Xingyun raised an eyebrow, signaling her to continue.