Cheng Mubai stared at her with a deep gaze, as if he wanted to see through her. Yun Buhui refused to avoid looking directly into his eyes, smiling like spring, "Master, what do you think?"
"Why me?" Cheng Mubai asked.
Several plum blossoms fell over, Yun Buhui stretched out his hand, and a plum blossom fell into the slender hand. Yun Buhui smiled slightly, lost the plum blossom, broke off the brightest plum blossom on the branch, and handed it to him with a charming smile.
Like a plum blossom dyed with charm, "I can't give you this answer. You have a lifetime to find it."
Cheng Mubai lowered his eyes and looked at the plum blossoms in the woman's hands. This was the first time in his life that he had seen such a cunning and charming woman. She was so sure that he and she would have a lifetime to find the answer?
He took the plum blossoms in her hand and said thoughtfully, "Yun Buhui, you seem to like folding plum blossoms and giving them away."
Yi Zhimei, co-authoring a love letter, he had already accepted it.
"You are the only one." Yun Buhui said with a smile, "We have never met the first two times. You didn't accept the plum blossoms I sent, and you couldn't return them. This is the third time. I wonder if the prince will accept it?
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Did he know that there was an ancient legend in the southern country about plum blossoms and marriage?
There was once a scholar in the South who fell in love with a wealthy young lady. The young lady's father disliked the scholar's humble family and tried his best to prevent the marriage. In the cold winter of that year, the scholar broke off the most beautiful plum blossom and gave it to the young lady. The two made a covenant to stay together for the rest of their lives.
.Then the scholar went to Beijing to take the exams. He stayed there for two years, finally got the honors and returned home in fine clothes. What greeted him was a lonely grave under the plum blossom tree.
After the scholar left, the young lady was forced to marry into a noble family. On the day of the wedding, the young lady dressed in a rosy robe and a phoenix crown and committed suicide under the plum blossom tree. The young lady's parents respected her wishes and buried her under the plum blossom tree, and she was laid to rest here, waiting for her.
Sweetheart.
The scholar never married and became the most honest and fair official in the local area. He never left his hometown and built a thatched hut not far from the lady's solitary grave, where he stayed with her all year round.
From then on, there was a legend in the southern country that a branch of plum could seal a marriage.
If someone accepts a plum from the opposite sex, it means that he is willing to enter into a covenant with her and grow old together.
Cheng Mubai smiled slightly, stretched out his hand, and took the brilliant plum blossom in her hand.
The gorgeous plum blossoms are already in your hands. With this extended hand, happiness is within easy reach.