Chapter 123

The next day.

The morning light shines through the gaps in the window lattice, casting mottled shadows on Mu Qingxuan's face.

She turned over in a daze, her elbow touched the cold sheets, and then she suddenly opened her eyes.

The familiar mahogany dressing table and the usual aromatherapy on the bedside table all reminded her.

She was lying on her bed in her bedroom.

"Huo Changfeng..."

She mumbled, pouted, and her fingertips unconsciously stroked the soft quilt.

Her memory of last night was a little fuzzy, but she remembered that she was clearly in her grandmother's room before going to bed.

But it goes without saying that Huo Changfeng must have taken her back while she was sleeping.

She reached out and touched the other side of the bed, and sure enough, it was already cold, leaving only a faint scent of cedar lingering at her nose.

Mu Qingxuan huddled deeper into the quilt again, staring at the curtains above the bed in a daze.

She could hear the chirping of sparrows outside the window and the sunlight became increasingly dazzling, so she reluctantly got up.

After washing up, Mu Qingxuan slowly walked to the main room, only to find that Lu Jingfeng had already left.

She looked stunned.

Yao Jinglan explained without even turning her head: "Changfeng sent Officer Lu away before dawn."

"So early?"

Mu Qingxuan's expression suddenly became complicated.

"Is he jealous?"

She muttered to herself, her heart beating faster unconsciously.

So this was the reason for his awkward and inexplicable temper last night?

As soon as this thought came to her mind, Mu Qingxuan felt angry and amused, and the expression on her face became more and more strange.

The morning light shone obliquely on her face, making the tips of her ears slightly red.

She covered her burning cheeks with her hands and complained secretly in her heart.

The young master of the Huo family and the well-known Director Huo in the research institute is actually jealous of others and is not ashamed of it.

After breakfast, Mu Qingxuan moved a small stool and squatted in the courtyard to process the Chinese herbal medicines she had picked yesterday.

Perilla leaves, plantain, and honeysuckle vines were spread out on bamboo plaques in different categories. The leaves curled slightly under the sunlight, emitting bursts of fragrance.

Yao Jinglan, wearing reading glasses, sat by and helped cut the bone-penetrating grass into small pieces, muttering, "While the sun is good today, let's quickly deal with all of this..."

Mu Qingxuan listened to her grandmother's nagging while picking the medicinal herbs skillfully.

The sun gradually rose higher, and when it was almost noon, familiar footsteps were heard outside the courtyard gate.

She looked up subconsciously and saw Huo Changfeng standing at the door.

The man's coat was casually draped over his arm, his hair on his forehead was soaked with sweat, and he was holding an oil-paper bag in his hand.

The two people's eyes met in the air.

Huo Changfeng paused and a hint of unnaturalness flashed across his face.

He cleared his throat, raised the oil paper bag in his hand, and said in a flattering voice: "I went to town and bought a bag of osmanthus cakes. Xuanxuan, do you want to try it?"

Mu Qingxuan looked at him pretending to be calm and suddenly felt soft in her heart.

She deliberately frowned and snorted, "Didn't you want to ignore me yesterday? Why did you think of buying me something today? I can't afford it."

Yao Jinglan glanced at her granddaughter and smiled helplessly.

She clapped her hands, stood up, and returned to her room consciously.

Leave the space outside for the young couple.

Huo Changfeng's ears turned red instantly.

He walked over quickly, squatted down beside her, and looked at her with burning eyes: "I was wrong yesterday, I won't do it again in the future."

He reached out and gently wiped the grass debris from her cheek: "I just...seeing you talking to him makes me feel uncomfortable."

Mu Qingxuan's heart skipped a beat at his straightforward words, and she suddenly couldn't say the words she had originally planned to "raise an army to hold him accountable".

She turned her face away and continued to fiddle with the herbs in her hand, but she couldn't suppress the corners of her mouth: "It's good that you know you're wrong. If you do this again next time..."

"There won't be a next time."

Huo Changfeng interrupted her with a firm tone.

His warm palm tightly wrapped around Mu Qingxuan's hand, and his rough fingertips accidentally brushed across her wrist, causing a tingling shudder.

"Xuanxuan, follow me."

His voice was low and hoarse.

Without waiting for Mu Qingxuan's response, Huo Changfeng gently pulled her out of the gate and across the winding field ridges.

After walking for about an hour, seeing the surrounding scenery becoming more and more unfamiliar, Mu Qingxuan finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are we going?"

Huo Changfeng did not answer directly, but just said: "We are almost there."

"You're not going to sell me out, are you?" Mu Qingxuan joked.

Huo Changfeng stopped helplessly: "Even if I sell myself, I won't sell you."

"Xuanxuan, are you tired? Do you want me to carry you?"

Mu Qingxuan's breathing became a little disordered, and some sweat appeared on her forehead.

Fortunately, she is in good physical condition and doesn't feel any discomfort now.

So she shook her head: "It's okay, I'm not tired."

She shook Huo Changfeng's hand: "Didn't you say we were almost there? Let's go."

Huo Changfeng hesitated and nodded.

They walked for a while longer, and the scenery before them suddenly became clear.

Mu Qingxuan suddenly stopped and looked at the scene in astonishment.

An endless sea of ​​flowers surges in the wind, with wild flowers of various colors growing wantonly, the red is warm, the purple is romantic, the white is pure, like an overturned natural palette.

Dandelions swayed gently in the breeze, various unknown wild flowers dotted the entire hillside, and the air was filled with sweet grassy fragrance.

“Where…where is this?”

Mu Qingxuan muttered to herself, her eyes wide open.

She had lived in Lotus Village for twenty years and had never heard of such a place.

The scent of wild flowers lingered at her nose, moist with the morning dew, relaxing her tired body a lot.

Huo Changfeng took out a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the sweat from the tip of her nose.

His fingers accidentally brushed across her hot cheek, causing Mu Qingxuan to tremble all over.

“This is no longer the territory of Lotus Village.”

There was a hint of smile in his voice, and his warm breath brushed her ears: "The day I first came to the village, I happened to hear the villagers talking about it, and I thought I must bring you to see it."

Mu Qingxuan raised her head and looked at Huo Changfeng's focused eyes. Her heartbeat became more and more disordered.

The sunlight gilded his features, and his eyelashes cast tiny shadows under his eyes, making his deep eyes look even more gentle.

"Why did you bring me here specially? What on earth do you want to do?"

Her voice softened unconsciously, and her fingertips twisted the hem of her skirt unconsciously.

Huo Changfeng suddenly knelt on one knee, held her hand, and stared at her with burning eyes: "Xuanxuan, I want to formally apologize to you."

"I was wrong last night. I shouldn't have been jealous and made you sad."

His thumb gently stroked the back of her hand. "Please forgive me. Even for the sake of these flowers..."