C7 Flowing water red leaf

Hua Xiangrong stayed in her room for a whole ten days. Her body was already beautiful and fair, but it was unknown if it was because she stayed in her room and did not see the sunlight for so long that her body became so white.

For health's sake, when she reluctantly accepted this world and her identity, but was not certain to accept this fate, she brought her personal servant bell and came out of Snow Spirit Garden, which had imprisoned her for ten days.

SHE: Sunny.

Because Zhu Er had always felt that her words and actions were weird recently, and the bell had only served him well, she did not ask her about this and that. Therefore, she simply asked Zhu Er and the others to clean the room, while the bell would wait on him.

As Hua Xiangrong walked in the Jin Mansion, the servants and guards around him looked at him with surprise, confusion, and curiosity. She turned and quietly asked the bell, and only then did she know that in the past half year, Hua Xiangrong had kept herself confined in her room, and only when there was an important matter such as an imperial concubine standing by her side would she come out. If not, she would stay in the Snow Spirit Garden to paint or play zither embroidery, and would she never come out.

Who was she afraid of meeting? Or was she afraid that someone would see her unpampered appearance?

Hua Xiangrong did not know, and laughed it off.

Ignoring the stares of the crowd, she puffed out her chest and raised her head, following the path, enjoying the warmth of the midday sun as she walked, as if this road led to freedom. Her footsteps were light, and she was humming a children's song.

Suddenly, two red colored leaves appeared out of nowhere. Hua Xiangrong caught them, raised her head and looked around: "Bell, didn't you say that Eastseeker Country doesn't have winter? "Then why would the leaves fall here in the late autumn?"

"To reply Miss, it's not that the Eastseeker Country does not have winter. It's just that the winter is not too cold, and leaves fall in the autumn, so naturally, there will be red leaves." The bell respectfully replied.

Hua Xiangrong lowered her head to look at the leaf in her hand, and in the blink of an eye, she looked like a garden, and quickly walked over.

Next to an artificial mountain, there was what seemed to be a man-made stream. On both sides of the stream, there were all sorts of rocks of varying heights used as a barrier. That stream seemed to lead outside of the palace, which was why the water was so clear and natural.

Hua Xiangrong lowered her head and looked at the two leaves in her hand. She suddenly grew excited, and wanted to imitate the ancients who used their time to kill time and leave their feelings outside the wall. Since she was a transcender, could she also be like the novel, a leaf finding a fated person?

She asked the bell to fetch a pen and ink, but the bell used the dagger to wipe the hair off the brush, and then cut the shaft into a pointed shape. She then dipped the brush in ink and began to write on the red leaf.

When the bell by the side saw Hua Xiangrong's strange writing brush and the pen in her hands, it was as if she was writing with a pen. Not only did she not ask any questions, a faint smile appeared on her lips as a bright light flashed across her eyes.

Hua Xiangrong wrote two poems on the two leaves, then laughed and placed the brush down.

"The water was running too fast, and the palace was at its best." "Thank you so much for your hospitality, Hong Ye, so that you can go to the mortal world." "The bell bent over to look at the leaf in Hua Xiangrong's hand," Miss, your poem is getting more and more creative. "

Hua Xiangrong was stunned, she did not write this, she was the one who stole it, alright? However … However, she still smiled and squinted her eyes. Alright, taking advantage of the situation was a good thing. After all, if Tang Shi and Song Shi were to take one out, no one would pursue the matter.

"This …?" In a blink of an eye, Zhong Lingdang looked at the poem in Hua Xiangrong's other hand, and her eyes immediately lit up.

As soon as he entered the palace, there was no spring. "They talked about a piece of leaf, and sent it to a lover …" Hua Xiangrong muttered to herself, then muttered to herself: "If I want to be like the original Hua Xiangrong, dignified, demure, and full of talent, I really need to prepare a few more poems to equip myself …"

Just as she was about to read the second poem out loud with the red leaf in her hand, Hua Xiangrong already knew that a man and a woman had walked over from the stone door on the left side of the garden.

The Consort looked at Hua Xiangrong who was seated beside the stream and holding onto a red leaf in her hand. She was stunned at first, but then her eyes filled with anger, stared fiercely at her back.

Beside her was the husband that Hua Xiangrong didn't want to see recently, the King of Jin — — Xiao Yuehan.