Chapter 322 - Encounter Cold You Yuecheng in the Peony Garden (1/2)
In March and April, it was getting warmer with blossoming flowers. Pedestrians in the street were dressed brighter. In order to match the beautiful clothes, young ladies began using various moon-shaped fans. It was a good time for spring outings to appreciate flowers, plants, and other scenery.
Mo Xuetong put on the clothes sent by Mo Huawen early in the morning. It was a piece of fine-gauze palace dress embroidered with colorful clouds. The bright blue color looked simple and elegant, and it seemed pure white when looked close and turned slight blue in the distance. Her hand held a white fan painted with a landscape in Chinese ink. Her slim and white fingertips were revealed from the sleeves, appearing more beautiful and delicate.
She grew taller, and her slender and soft waist was outlined apparently in such a floor-length dress.
“Miss, old sir said the peony over there is very famous in full range. Common people are not permitted to come there. Even with the invitation, anyone dressed unseemly is not allowed to come, either.” Mo Yu said with a serious look. But after finis.h.i.+ng the words, she was a bit puzzled and asked with curiosity, “Miss, is it true? Who is the master of the garden? So awesome that he could claim that he just values dressing rather than personality.”
It was the capital of the Qin Dynasty. Merely a person met in the street would have a connection with the government. So how could the garden master claim it in such a supercilious tone?
Peony Master, proud and aloof in the world.
His name and age remained unknown, except that the mysterious Peony Master wore a mask with formidable power.
Mo Xuetong grinned, and some memory flashed into her mind. What a distinctive and independent Peony Master!
In her last life, she had met with him once not in the capital but in Cloud City. On that day, Mo Xuetong managed to get Mdm Yu’s permission to wors.h.i.+p her mother in the temple. And Yu Sirong insisted on following her. When getting out of the sedan at the gate of the temple, Mo Xuetong was tripped by Yu Sirong and knocked to the doorframe immediately.
Such accidents often occurred in Yu Sirong’s presence.
Mo Xuetong had to resign herself to covering her face, closing her eyes, and enduring the coming pains and shame.
But this time she didn’t hit the ground but fell into a person’s arms.
An elegant but deep voice rang, “Miss, have you got hurt?”
The soft voice with a touch of concern floated into Mo Xuetong’s ears. She raised her head with surprise, only to see ruddy lips, and a half mask. A pair of bright and deep eyes exposed from the mask were looking at her gently with some smile in them.
At such a mere glance, it was enough to tell he was an extraordinarily handsome man.
The maids beside and Yu Sirong all looked at him spellbound.
“Thank you, sir.” Mo Xuetong collected herself, hurried to push him away, and took two steps back. Yu Sirong behind also reacted and held Mo Xuetong to look her up and down with superficial care. And she asked worriedly, “How about you? Did you get injured? Don’t be so reckless when you walk next time.”
Hearing the girl’s soft and genial words, the man showed more smiles in his eyes.
He stepped to Mo Xuetong, handed the peony in his hands to her and said, “We are destined to meet this time. But after that, I don’t know when we will meet each other again in the future. Miss, I would like to give this purple peony to you as a gift. If we have chances to meet one day again, feel free to find Peony Master.”
After finis.h.i.+ng his words, he put the peony into Mo Xuetong’s hands who was still in a daze, and led his people away…
As soon as the man left, Yu Sirong s.n.a.t.c.hed the precious purple peony from Mo Xuetong’s hands.
It happened by accident, so Mo Xuetong had never taken it to her heart in the last life. It was all about a man who had never shown his true face and gave her a peony. It was not a matter of romantic fate. Later, when she came to the capital, she just knew him from others’ words. Peony Master was quite mysterious about his whereabouts.
He did have not only impressive bearing, but also unusual preference.
It was said that he was fond of gorgeous robes embroidered with peonies…
It was also said that whosoever could enjoy the peonies in his garden should come from a n.o.ble family and wear beautiful clothes…
Emphasis on the dressing rather than the personality ill.u.s.trated the Peony Master’s att.i.tude.
It was also said that he loved peony deeply. All the peonies in the garden were fostered by himself, so even the Peony Fairy was attracted to the garden, which made his peonies stand out of its kind…
However, all the rumors could tell Peony Master was not a common person. In the capital, Peony Master who dared to make such claims must have strong connections.
Besides, it was said that Peony Master just showed up in March and April. Every time he emerged, he would wear a mask with his perfect chin exposed. Therefore, people all guessed that he was a great handsome man. But pity that no one had ever seen his true face.
The time when Mo Xuetong came to the garden was the most prosperous time.
An incessant stream of horses and carriages was stopped outside the garden. The Mo Manor’s coachman took a look and was about to row in. Right at the moment, someone asked him, “Is the comer Princess Anping?”
“Yes, we are.” The coachman stopped the carriage and answered.
“Please follow me.” The person leading the way was a clever servant. He led the Mo Manor’s carriage to take two turns to another door, where only three or four carriages were stopped. Obviously, the owners of these carriages had n.o.bler status than those at the front door.
Mo Yu helped Mo Xuetong get off the carriage, and came to the door to hand in the invitation. The servant at the door took a casual glance and pointed the way affably. He said, “Your Highness, please take this way and turn right.”