mtl008 Chapter 194 Flower Forest
Chapter 194 Flower Forest
It is the golden autumn season now, and the cool autumn breeze blows by, bringing a slight chill.
However, the autumn wind seems to have a special liking for this quiet place in Baihua Town - the picturesque Baihua Forest.
In this place that is deeply missed by everyone in the Duke of Huguo's Mansion, Murong Zixi is walking with light steps on the golden path paved with fallen yellow leaves.
Outside the woods, the autumn wind gradually became colder, accompanied by the noisy sounds of the world; while inside the woods, a completely different scene was presented.
Although it is already late autumn, this magical forest of flowers seems to have forgotten the passage of time and the change of seasons, and still stubbornly retains its unique vitality and charming charm.
The fiery red maple leaves are like burning flames, passionate, unrestrained and wanton. They contrast with the occasional flashes of green in the forest, like a beautiful painting from the hands of nature, which makes people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
Murong Zixi lightly lifted the hem of her skirt and shuttled through this colorful world, each step she took was full of poetry and painting.
"Miss, this place is simply like a fairyland! It really lives up to its reputation. The name 'Baihua Town' is truly worthy of its name!" Xiaolu could not hide her excitement. Her big, lively eyes kept looking around, and her face was full of joy.
Murong Zixi raised the corner of her mouth slightly and said softly: "Yes, the scenery here is pleasant and makes people happy. You don't need to be restrained, feel free to play around." After that, she smiled slightly, with a hint of tenderness in her eyes.
After getting the eldest lady's consent, Xiaolu happily took Xiaocui's hand and ran away like two happy little birds.
They naturally understood the situation and knew that they could not disturb the time alone between the eldest lady and the King of War at this moment.
Thus, the two of them disappeared into the dense woods in the blink of an eye.
As we went deeper into the forest, the fog around us became thicker.
The smoke-like water vapor is like a thin veil, gently wrapped around the treetops, adding a mysterious and hazy atmosphere to this beautiful autumn scene.
Murong Zixi slowly raised her jade hand and gently stroked the tree next to her, which still had a few withered petals left on its branches.
Although these flowers have passed their most splendid flowering period, they still stand there tenaciously, emitting bursts of elegant fragrance, as if telling the world about an indomitable and tenacious spirit.
Just as Murong Zixi was immersed in this quiet and beautiful atmosphere, suddenly there was a melodious sound of a guzheng.
The sound of the piano was like the sound of nature, long and melodious, as if it was there and not there, as if it was floating in from the distant sky, or as if it was humming softly in the ear.
Murong Zixi couldn't help but stop, closed her eyes, and listened quietly to the touching melody.
The sound of the piano seemed to be filled with endless attachment and sorrow, like weeping and complaining, making people feel sad and cry when they heard it.
This scene involuntarily reminded her of her relatives in Kyoto far away. The familiar courtyard of the Duke of Protectorate's Mansion and the lights emitting warm glow kept appearing in her mind. Suddenly, a complex emotion that could not be described in words surged up in her heart, which was both sad and warm, and surged into her heart like a tide.
Murong Zixi took light and graceful steps, like a dancing butterfly, freely shuttling between the snow-white sea of flowers and trees.
It was as if there was a mysterious force attracting her, making her move in that direction involuntarily.
Jun Feimo followed closely behind, his originally relaxed brows now slightly furrowed, and a hint of displeasure was revealed in his eyes.
He called out softly, "Xi'er?"
His gentle and low voice did not elicit the slightest reaction from Murong Zixi. She was still immersed in her own world, concentrating on pursuing the beautiful and melodious piano sound.
In this way, Murong Zixi followed the melodious and graceful sound of the piano all the way, and finally arrived in front of the ancient osmanthus tree that had experienced the vicissitudes of time and witnessed countless storms.
Under the swaying shadows of the trees, there seems to be a faint and elegant fragrance lingering.
Looking closely, I saw a handsome man with a gentle temperament like jade sitting under the tree. He was sitting there quietly and concentrating on playing the guqin.
His slender fingers plucked the strings back and forth flexibly, like a lively elf dancing happily, or like a clear stream in the mountains, flowing slowly and making crisp and pleasant sounds.
Every note seems to carry endless affection and a touching story, making people intoxicated and unable to extricate themselves.
When he keenly sensed that someone was approaching, the man gently raised his hand, and the originally melodious piano music suddenly stopped, but the beautiful melody lingered in the air like a wisp of smoke, and was reluctant to dissipate, like the lingering sound of the music, lasting for a long time.
He slowly stood up, turned around gracefully, his eyes flashed and settled on Murong Zixi.
The man's eyes were like a pool of spring water, so gentle that it seemed to be able to melt everything in the world and make people indulge in it involuntarily.
The corners of his lips lifted slightly, outlining a faint smile. That smile was like the genial sunshine in spring, warm and bright, instantly dispelling all traces of chill in the entire forest, making everything around him pale in comparison and dim.