The early summer wind had faded away from the coldness of spring, and was mixed with waves of intoxicating fragrance blowing in from the window. Mu Jieyu stood in front of the window, closing his eyes and feeling the warm evening breeze.
She has changed out of her gorgeous clothes and is now dressed in white like snow. Her black hair and white ribbons are fluttering and entangled in the wind. Her unpainted face is as delicate and moist as jade under the bright moonlight, and her long eyelashes are like butterflies.
The wings are spread and ready to fly. A waterfall of black hair is also let down, and only a piece of snow satin is used to comb the back into a bun.
The hand hanging down from the white gauze sleeves held a bamboo flute. Suddenly she opened her eyes, which were as crystal clear and dreamy as the water moon. She slowly raised her other hand, and a petal from the wind slowly fell.
Her fingertips, against the green leaves and branches behind her, were instantly soft and moving.
However, after she rubbed the petals, she flicked them with two fingers and flew out, falling to the cold ground. Under the frosty moonlight, they looked particularly lonely and desolate.
Mu Jieyu pressed his wrist lightly on the window sill, turned over lightly, and silently came out of the boudoir. Under the night, he flew over the eaves and walls, rising and falling. A stick of incense landed on a pear tree in an instant.
In the early summer of April, it was when the pear blossoms were in full bloom. She was dressed in white as snow, leaning lazily on the tree branch, with one slender leg resting straight on the diagonally stretched out branches, and the other with a graceful arc.
As the song rose, the white gauze skirt poured down, seeming to blend into the blossoming white pear blossoms. The bright moonlight behind her became her foil, shining on her body, making her look more like the pear blossom fairy stepping on the moon.
"Tsk tsk tsk, the picture of pear blossoms on a moonlit night is really pleasing to the eye." A crisp and slightly frivolous voice suddenly sounded in Mu Jieyu's ears.
Mu Jieyu raised his eyelids and looked at the flamingly beautiful young lady in front of him. She looked at him with a salivating look. The corners of her lips were as soft as cherry blossoms and she spoke in a voice so gentle that it could drip.
He smiled and said: "Huahua, I am lonely in my boudoir and want someone to accompany me? Do you want me..."
Before Mu Jieyu had finished speaking, Hua Xiangrong looked like she was fascinated and wretched, and said with a smile: "Okay, okay, such a beautiful scenery is just right for you and me under the moon in front of the flowers..."
"Find someone to spend the night with you."
Hua Xiangrong's thoughts were interrupted coldly by Mu Jieyu. Her sparklingly beautiful starry eyes immediately brightened, and she looked at Mu Jieyu warily: "Who are you looking for?"
Mu Jieyu's smile became more and more charming: "My family's flowers are so beautiful that they will be admired all over the country. Naturally, I can't find a crooked melon and cracked jujube to tie your heart. I thought about it and got rid of the incomparable King Guangjing..."
"Stop, stop!" Before Mu Jieyu could finish speaking, Hua Xiangrong quickly interrupted, and then looked at Mu Jieyu inwardly, "Forget it, I have already done what you want me to do.
It’s done, it’s late at night, I’m going back to rest.”
Mu Jieyu watched Hua Xiangrong turn around and said with a smile: "Huahua, I forgot to tell you. Xuanyuan Zhiyue asked me to tell you that he is waiting for you at Wangyue. If you don't arrive before Hai hour, you will bear the consequences."
Hua Xiangrong slipped on her feet and almost fell down from the tree. She finally managed to stabilize her body and looked up at the starry sky. Her beautiful face immediately turned pale. She didn't even have time to settle the score with Mu Jieyu, but her buttocks burned into the sky.