Chapter 493: Chapter 332 Admiring the Moon, Blossoms, and Green Plums
Qinglian Inn, the rooftop of a room in the inner courtyard.
Under the moonlight.
“Do you like it?”
Zhao Rong looked down at Zhao Qian’er, his voice warm and llow.
The little girl, once puffed up with anger, now lowered her small head, her lips slightly parted, gazing in a daze at the purple-clothed flower cradled in her palm.
Her eyes curved downwards, her eyelashes fluttering lightly, and she reached out a finger to gently caress the delicate petals, taking care to protect them.
At this mont, upon hearing Zhao Rong’s chuckling inquiry, Zhao Qian’er nodded happily, “Mmm, I like it.”
Her soft voice paused briefly, then she quickly lifted her head to glance at his bright eyes, and just as quickly lowered her small head again, her voice faint, almost inaudible, as she repeated the phrase.
“Very… very much.”
Zhao Rong nodded in relief, smiling, “That’s good.”
The gift from you, I… I like them all, very much indeed.
Zhao Qian’er, with her head lowered to admire the flower, silently recited to herself.
“Cough, not angry anymore?”
Zhao Qian’er snapped back to reality, pouted her lips, and without even glancing at him, said, “Hmm, I’ll forgive you this ti.”
“…”
Zhao Rong looked at her, still not completely understanding what the girl was angry about. Hmm, does she really like to squeeze in close that much?
Qing Jun’s scolding was not wrong; she indeed is a mischievous girl.
Of course, Zhao Rong would never voice these thoughts.
At this instant, he gently nodded his head.
Only then did Zhao Qian’er co back to life, lively and exuberant once again.
She turned her back, her small head slightly tilted backward, leaning against Zhao Rong’s left shoulder. She raised the purple-clothed flower in her small hand, her lips puckered lightly as she blew a gentle breeze, “Whoosh whoosh~”
The little girl leaned against Zhao Rong, under the moonlight, eying the purple-clothed flower in the moon’s glow while happily blowing on its petals.
Seeing this, Zhao Rong’s mood lifted too.
Zhao Qian’er asked curiously, “Brother Rong’er, how did you know I liked purple-clothed flowers? Did Miss tell you?”
Zhao Rong smiled without answering, his eyes half-closed as he looked towards the distant darkness of You Mountain.
As the night deepened, a round moon hung high in the sky, casting its silver light upon the earth. Atop You Mountain under the moon, the silhouette of an ancient platform that is thousands of years old was faintly visible.
If the legend that circulates among the residents of Du You City was true, that the ancient king of You once ascended the lone platform under the moon to gaze upon the Great Emperor’s palace in Central Continent.
Then one wonders if, in the distant Central Continent, those palaces, once hoped to stand through the ages, are still standing?
And whether, in the flow of the Ti River within the Xuanhuang Realm, they are gradually collapsing, leaving behind only ruins and broken walls.
Leaving only the Wangque lonely platform to gaze across the sea, at the ends of the earth, alone under the moonlight.
However, for Zhao Rong, these ancient and heavy historical origins that could suffocate one had nothing to do with him, and the flowing waters of ti had not etched any trace or wrinkle near his eyes.
About this You Mountain that seed to be buried with countless secrets and covered in the dust of history.
Zhao Rong had no other impression apart from that legend he had only heard that very morning, except for the incident that occurred one afternoon after he had just arrived in Du You City, eting Qing Jun clad in white at the foot of You Mountain.
He rembered seeing Jiang Chebai hand a purple-clothed flower to Qing Jun in the inn called Mirror Flowers Water Moon at the foot of You Mountain.
While his lady already had one purple-clothed flower, she hesitated for a mont before accepting it.
Zhao Rong imdiately downed his cup of tea in one gulp, not even sparing the leaves.
Of course, after the misunderstanding was cleared up, he took so ti to deeply reflect on himself.
Later, when Zhao Rong had cald down, he quickly realized why Qing Jun, who seed not to like flowers and plants, would accept that superfluous purple-clothed flower.
Zhao Rong rembered Qian’er had taken a liking to playing with flowers and plants since she was young, and during the grand ceremony on You Mountain that day, Qian’er was out on her trial and hadn’t returned.
So, when Qing Jun took the flower from Jiang Chebai, treating him as just another fellow sect-mber, the reason she accepted that purple-clothed flower was self-evident.
Afterwards, Zhao Rong never brought up the matter in front of Qing Jun.
Fearing she might beco flustered and mistakenly believe he had ulterior motives, or might recall that shadowy experience from that day.
However, the matter of Qian’er liking the purple-clothed flower was sothing Zhao Rong had quietly taken to heart.
Fortunately, this rare commodity from days past beca more available because of the grand ceremony held at You Mountain, which had leaked so into the marketplace.
That morning, upon seeing it in the marketplace, he had quietly beco the buyer of a significant quantity.
At this mont, on the edge of the rooftop, seeing Zhao Rong not answering, Zhao Qian’er started chattering again.
She turned to look at Zhao Rong, “Hmph hmph, you know how to give flowers now, Brother Rong’er is getting better at coaxing girls. I wonder where you learned it from…”
Zhao Rong didn’t dare to respond.
Although the little girl was saying this, the smile on the corner of her mouth couldn’t be suppressed at all.
“Whoosh whoosh~ Brother Rong’er, Brother Rong’er, the purple-clothed flower changes colors every day. If I wear this little flower, I can change into a new dress of the sa color every day, how about that?”
Zhao Rong’s eyelids twitched, thinking to himself that she would spend all his money.
“Brother Rong’er, you do have a conscience. Qian’er hasn’t served you in vain. Unlike Miss, she only knows how to bully . Last ti Sister Lu went to the celebration on You Mountain while I was out, and she didn’t even think to bring back another purple-clothed flower.”
Zhao Rong’s expression shifted slightly as he asked, “Qing Jun… didn’t bring back a purple-clothed flower?”
Zhao Qian’er, her head bowed as she played with the flower, thoughtlessly replied:
“She did bring one back, but it was because Mr. Bai had instructed her to pick it up for him before she went to You Mountain. She must have forgotten about and didn’t pick one for .”
Zhao Rong remained silent, looking up at the bright moon.
So, the purple-clothed flower she accepted was thrown away, and she never ntioned it to him. Silly woman, the tea leaves were not swallowed in vain…
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