Watch him shuttle through the peach forest, coming and going freely, passing by. With his snow-white clothes embroidered with peach blossoms, he has become a peach blossom, a petal...
It's hard to tell whether the peach blossoms add to his beauty, or whether he adds to the peach blossoms' beauty...
Haitang only felt that it was becoming more and more unreal. Everything seemed so dreamlike. Is such a beautiful scene really real?
"Okay, girls, I'm going to invite my guests." After speaking, the noble master turned around and came straight to Haitang.
How could he not know that Haitang had been looking at her for a long time.
The girls retreated one after another. There were still peach blossoms falling in the peach garden, but it seemed extremely quiet.
"You've been watching for so long and you still don't give me any advice?" The noble master stood opposite Haitang. If he was said to be a peach blossom elf, some people would definitely believe him.
"Young Master is very talented, but Haitang is shallow and doesn't understand martial arts." Haitang replied.
"Would you like me to teach you some anti-wolf techniques to defeat the enemy?" Young Master still asked with a smile.
"I'm afraid I won't be able to defend against a top-notch wolf..." Haitang smiled, she had small arms and thin legs, and it was okay to use a clay ball to protect herself. However, she was really not that good at dancing with guns and sticks.
"Are you complimenting me?" the noble master asked.
"This is the time when the young master has taken his seat..." Haitang said.
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Your young master took Haitang to visit Taoyuan. The sky was blue and the sky was full of patches of patches. There were no paths or exits...
But Begonia couldn't get enough of it, especially the wasted petals, which made her feel distressed.
Back then, when Daiyu buried flowers, she felt a sense of pity, so she knew how to hoe the incense.
What Daiyu pities is that the fallen flowers are like her own destiny, thin and lonely.
What Begonia pity is, how many toners, body lotions, and handmade soaps can be made with so many petals...
"I felt you would come. Sure enough, you came." Your Excellency broke off a peach branch, put it to Haitang's lips, and let her smell it.
It smells light from a distance and has a strong smell up close.
"If I say that I came not because of the young master, but because of the peach blossoms, will the young master be disappointed?" Haitang went straight to the point, which has always been her style.
"I am Peach Blossom, and Peach Blossom is me. There is no difference. The important thing is that you are here..." The young master still had the same smile that would offend the world, as if he was unfazed by everything.
I really don’t know what kind of experience it took to create such an unparalleled character.
He is truly unique.
"And I know you didn't come here to give me an answer today, right?" Young Master asked.
"Are you so sure?" Haitang said.
"Because the time is too short, you haven't thought long enough, and the decision you make easily is impulsive. What I want is the result of your careful consideration. Even if it takes a thousand years, it is worth hearing a word of agreement from you."
"Yes." Your Excellency smiled and carried the incense.
"One thousand years, only tortoises and lotus seeds can have that kind of lifespan. We ordinary humans have long since turned into dust and drifted away, no longer knowing our hometown." Haitang smiled.
"This peach blossom is so beautiful and blooms in winter. Is it the variety cultivated by the young master?" Haitang asked.
"The variety is one thing, but the more important thing is that this peach orchard grows on geothermal ground, which is the magic brought by this land. If transplanted elsewhere, they will either wither or become ordinary peach blossoms that bloom in spring. They can only bloom in spring."
Here, they can show their own characteristics, the peach blossoms of winter." Young Master explained.