Only then did Xuan Ling see the style of Sheng Xiyan's hair bun. The first time they met was in the palace, she was wearing the phoenix crown of a noble lady. The second time was in Junyue Inn, she was wearing a single spiral bun like a married woman. But today's hairstyle was obviously the style of a girl in the boudoir.

He seemed to see her still unmarried a few years ago.

The two of them tacitly wore folk costumes today.

The early summer breeze blows through the flowers, bringing the fragrance of flowers to every corner, as if expressing their joy.

The meeting of their eyes seemed to pluck the strings in their hearts, stirring up waves of emotions.

Xuan Ling's eyes lost their imperial majesty, like a spring breeze caressing Sheng Xiyan's cheek, and her eyes seemed to accept his soul and strength.

At this moment, their hearts were entangled with each other, as if they had become one.

Xuan Ling first performed an awkward long bow, his eyebrows slightly raised, and said, "Miss, I am honored to meet you.

Sheng Xiyan turned her head to the side, covered her mouth with her hands, and smiled while holding a flower.

Then cross your hands, with the right hand on top, and hold them loosely between your chest and abdomen. Bend your right knee slightly and lower your head.

She returned a standard bow and said softly, "Mr. Xuan, you are so polite."

Her voice was so sweet that it made his back feel soft.

Xuan Ling invited, "Could I invite Miss to take a walk with me?"

Sheng Xiyan nodded slightly. It was the first time that the girl saw the reserved and delicate look of her beloved.

The two of them walked side by side with some distance between them. Xuan Ling had a deep smile on his brows and looked at her as they walked.

He stopped under the vine trellis, his dark eyes reflecting her beautiful figure.

"When I first saw a girl, I was struck by her beauty. When I saw her again, I missed her like a shadow."

Sheng Xiyan held a cassia fan in her hand, her eyebrows raised to her temples, she looked up at him with a sweet smile covering her lips, but was afraid that if she looked any longer she would lose her womanly reserve. Her snow-white cheeks flushed, her eyelashes drooped, and her body swayed slightly.

When meeting for the first time, one always has to find some topics to talk about. Xuan Ling asked gently, "I wonder what the name of your hairstyle is today, Miss?"

Sheng Xiyan shyly touched her hair, pursed her lips and smiled sweetly, saying, "The bun I'm wearing today is called a drooping bun. Does it look good?"

Xuan Ling said solemnly, "Green hair and red sleeves, how beautiful."

Sheng Xiyan covered most of her face with a fan, and her almond-shaped eyes moved as she looked at the handsome man in front of her.

Gradually, the dark brown pupils drifted away with the thoughts.

My first official date with Qi Yan was in the mulberry forest. That day, we picked mulberry leaves together, fed silkworms, and experienced spinning and weaving...

Suddenly a gust of wind blew, and Sheng Xiyan came back to her senses. She felt a pain in her eyes and quickly closed her eyelids.

"Yanyan, are you okay?"

Sheng Xiyan rubbed her eyes lightly, "Maybe something blew into my eyes."

"Let me see."

Xuan Ling walked closer, gently flipped her right eyelid with his hand, then bent down and blew gently.

Sheng Xiyan has a low tear point. She cried when she thought of Qi Yan just now. Her eyes were uncomfortable and tears welled up in her eyes.

"Still feeling uncomfortable? Let me take another look."

He held her face in his hands, bent down and looked carefully inside her eyelids, "It's okay, close your eyes and rest for a while."

He took the silk handkerchief from her hand and wiped away the tears from her eyes.

Help her sit down on the wooden chair next to her.

Taking advantage of this moment, Sheng Xiyan calmed down, slowly opened her eyes, and the two smiled at each other.

"Miss Yanyan, what are your hobbies? Could you please tell me?"

Sheng Xiyan covered her lips with her fan and smiled sweetly, "I like reading, admiring flowers and plants, playing on the swing, and making incense. I wonder what Master Xuan likes?"

Xuan Ling stretched out his left arm and placed it on the back of the wooden chair behind her, like a reckless and unrestrained young man. "I like riding horses, archery, reading, drinking tea, and collecting treasures."

"They are all elegant hobbies." Sheng Xiyan nodded.

"Would you please invite Miss Sheng to go horseback riding with me some other day?"

"I can't ride a horse, I'm afraid it will hold me back."

"No problem, I'll teach you."

"OK."

Sheng Xiyan curved her beautiful eyes and smiled faintly at him.

"Master Xuan likes to collect agarwood. I'd like to ask, what's the most important thing to know about identifying good agarwood?"

Xuan Ling continued, "The two most important things to look for in agarwood are its aroma and its oil content. High-quality agarwood has a mellow, long-lasting aroma, with rich layers of flavor. Agarwood with a high oil content has a rich aroma, a high density, and is more likely to sink in water..."

Sheng Xiyan listened carefully and nodded from time to time.

He flattered, "Master Xuan is truly amazing. I only know that in pharmacology, agarwood has the effects of promoting qi and relieving pain, promoting qi and relieving asthma, and warming the middle and stopping vomiting."

Xuan Linglong was delighted. "I'd like to invite Miss Yanyan to visit my collection of agarwood in the East Warm Pavilion someday. Is that okay?"

"good."

The imperial guards cleared the garden and did not allow anyone else to enter. It was very quiet, with only the melodious singing of kingfishers.

There was a large flower garden nearby. Sheng Xiyan stared at it for a while before Xuan Ling asked, "Miss Yanyan, do you want to pick some flowers?"

Sheng Xiyan said shyly, "Mr. Xuan, can you put flowers in my hair?"

Xuan Ling's heart skipped a beat, and he was even a little nervous and excited about this invitation.

I got up and went to the flower garden. There were many varieties of flowers here. What kind of hairpin should I choose for her?

Finally, she selected a large flower, picked it carefully, and walked over slowly.

This is a pink peony flower, with layers of creamy pink petals wrapping around goose yellow stamens.

Xuan Ling carefully pinned it in the middle of her hair. The huge flower bloomed like gorgeous brocade, making her black hair and snow-white face even more charming.

Sheng Xiyan's fingers, as delicate as peeling scallions, gently stroked the pink peony and asked delicately, "Does it look good?"

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