C2 The Pear Blossoms Are like Snow and the Young Master Is like Jade(part I)

Second Miss arrived at the temple's main hall just in time to see her sister Ye Buheng walking out of the hall.

Buheng was tall and slender. She wore a silk dress that fluttered in the wind like a fairy. Because she had just returned to Shang Jing, her body felt a little uncomfortable. There were a few pimples on her face, so she covered her face with white silk, revealing only her clean forehead and long and slender eyebrows.

When Buheng saw her sister running over excitedly, her face slightly flushed like a peach, she smiled and asked, "Liufang, why are you running so fast?"

While speaking, Liu Fang had jumped and stood in front of her sister and said: "Elder sister, did you say it was heaven's will? Our carriage is broken, so I was just about to pay my respects to Master Farmer! "

Buheng couldn't help but smile. "What you said doesn't make sense. The heavens' will, the carriage was bad, how did it get involved with Zen Master Fa Ming? "You, when you're in a hurry, you can't even speak clearly."

Liufang giggled and explained, "It's like this. I didn't want to go and see Master Farmer, so I decided to just come home. Who knows, I just got down to see, our carriage broke down, so we can't go home. Isn't this the will of the heavens telling me to go see Master Fa Ming? " As he spoke, he prepared to go look.

Buheng quickly pulled her back and said, "When we first arrived, that little master already said that Zen Master Fa Ming is not in the temple." In the act of moving, the simple silver step above her head made a small but pleasant sound.

Liufang gave a clever smile, "When our father doesn't want to see a guest, he always lets me say that he's not home!"

Buheng couldn't help but smile and said, "If that's the case, then it's because Zen Master Fa Ming is unwilling to meet guests. You shouldn't go and disturb him."

Liufang turned around, and lightly retreated while saying, "That's why it's called heaven's will! "If the carriage hadn't broken down, I wouldn't have gone, but if the carriage had broken down, the heavens' will would have …"

Buheng knew she couldn't hold her back so she said, "Don't be rude. If you don't see her, come back quickly."

Liufang said, "Got it." After running a few steps, she turned and disappeared into the corner of the room.

Buheng stood still for a while, thinking that it would be better to walk around the temple.

The Jiuhua Temple was famous for its martial arts, and was only half a mountain away from Eastwood Temple. As a result, benevolent men and women would usually go to Eastwood Temple to burn incense and worship Buddha, which was much more peaceful and quiet compared to Jiuhua Temple.

The spring scenery was picturesque. Since Buheng was in a good mood, it was natural that she would feel the wind blowing beneath her feet. Unknowingly, she would be able to walk far away.

The more they walked, the more quiet they became. Suddenly, they raised their heads and saw a crescent moon on the wall in front of them. Behind the door, a pear flower was in full bloom, looking serene and elegant. Unconsciously, Buheng walked over and looked through the door. Her eyes lit up when she saw that there was not only one Pear Blossom, but a whole patch of it!

The pear trees were densely packed into a forest. Only one tree, growing alone behind the Moon Gate, seemed tall and small.

Buheng found it even more amusing as she walked into the forest. The soft white satin embroidered shoes stepped on the green grass in silence.

The day was bright and clear, with only the occasional breeze blowing in. The faint fragrance weaved a thin and soft net, enveloping everyone within it. The branches of the pear blossoms are green and black, while the stamens are red and lovely.

Buheng walked into the depths of the Pear Blossom because she wanted to watch them for a while.

In the silence, a young man's voice was carried by the breeze. It was clear and bright, not a single word could be heard.

He said, "Why are you here at this time?" It seemed to be a question, but it also seemed to be a rebuke.

Buheng's heart was surprised, but it was for no other reason, because those words were said using the language of Bixi.

Regardless of whether it was the people from the Bixi or the people from the Xiang Clan, they were all frequently seen in Shang Jing. As for Buheng, who had lived in the Qiyun Mountain since a young age, and had only been able to return home once or twice a year, she would only stay in her own home or her uncle's house and rarely went out for a stroll. These places only had Chinese people, so she only knew the language of Bixi, but had never seen anyone from the Bixi.

She heard her father say that all of the Bixi people were tall, with deep eyes and a high nose. Their skin was so white that even their eyes and hair were not as black as the Chinese.

Buheng's curiosity was piqued. She wanted to see if this person's appearance was as her father had said.