C3 (1/2)
The osmanthus fragrance filled the garden.
The bright golden osmanthus flowers exuded a strong fragrance. When it came to the osmanthus flowers of August, the first thing that the people of Cangyue thought of was holding a fragrant small building.
On the contrary, it was very famous in Cangyue. This fame referred to thousands upon thousands of rare and precious flowers, especially the osmanthus flowers that bloomed every August, making it even more famous.
It was said that the late emperor and the late empress encountered each other in this small building, thus creating a matchless love story.
As a result, many talented people gather in this small building every August to sing a poem against each other, playing the zither and swimming in the lake.
”Wow, it's so beautiful!” No wonder everyone liked to come here. Little mandarin duck, do you see that laurel forest? It was said that the late emperor and the late empress had met in that laurel forest, which was very poetic. In the future, I will follow the example of the late emperor and empress, meeting my future husband in the laurel forest. Just thinking about it makes me happy! ”
On the lakeside, a light purple and a light yellow figure appeared behind a flower bed that was half a man's height. Half a lake away, the girl in the light yellow dress was gazing at the laurel forest as she spoke with a dreamy look on her face.
The two young girls seemed to be around eight or nine years old, and their appearances in the future could still be vaguely seen on their childish faces. After two years, their facial features would surely grow and they would be extremely beautiful.
Right now, they were carved from jade, and with just a glance, one could tell that they were the young miss of a wealthy family. Every move they made exuded a noble aura.
Beware of drawing a tiger without a dog. The late emperor is such a good man, and is already extinct in this world. Rather than continuing to dream, you should think about how to deal with those annoying bugs later on. ” ”Compared to the young girl in a yellow dress, the young girl in light purple was much calmer and calmer. Her words carried a chill that didn't match her age.
The girl in the yellow dress pouted her red lips and turned to look at the girl in the light purple dress. Her eyes suddenly became misty, as if she had suffered a great grievance. Her big watery eyes were filled with injuries.
”Yes.” Can you let me go now? It's hot and ugly. ” After flailing a few times, Hua Yuan, who had been called Little Lovers, was once again defeated by Du Chunmu's scoundrel.
That's right, this young girl who wasn't even nine years old yet, and was wearing light purple clothes was Hua Yuan from seven years ago.