Yuan Zhao leaned against the window, looking at the person on the wall, raised his eyebrows slightly, and said lazily,
"General Huo is so leisurely and elegant that he actually climbed over the wall of my princess's mansion?"
Huo Yan chuckled, flicked the stone in his hand with his fingertips, and it fell accurately into the yard.
"Your Highness is getting married soon. If you don't hurry up, you might not even be able to climb over this wall in the future."
Yuan Zhao laughed when she heard this, and slowly leaned against the window frame. The breeze blew up her sleeves, but there was a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Oh? What are you complaining about?"
Huo Yan leaped leisurely with quick and decisive movements, landing steadily. The moonlight cast a long shadow behind him, making him look even taller and more slender.
He walked a few steps closer slowly, stood in front of the window, looked down at her, his tone lazy but revealing a bit of seriousness,
"Complaining that His Highness is too calm."
Yuan Zhao tilted his head, not smiling,
"Calm down, isn't it?"
"Of course not." Huo Yan put his hand on the windowsill and leaned closer to her. He said in a low voice, "The wedding is coming soon, and you, as a bride, are not nervous at all?"
He was so close that Yuan Zhao could even clearly feel the warmth from him.
She looked at the pair of eyes in front of her that were as deep as the night and blinked gently.
"This isn't the first time this princess is getting married."
Huo Yan paused, his face darkened slightly, his eyes half-closed.
"Then shouldn't I give His Highness a different...experience?"
Yuan Zhao was about to retort, but the next moment, Huo Yan grabbed his arm around his waist and took him out of the window sill without warning.
She cried out softly and was about to break free, but Huo Yan had already caught her steadily and jumped onto the roof with her in his arms.
The night wind is howling and the moonlight is bright.
Yuan Zhao's eyes widened slightly, and his hands subconsciously grasped his collar: "Huo Yan!"
Huo Yan looked down at the person in his arms, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of his lips.
"Since it's before the wedding, there must be some...fresh memories."
Yuan Zhao was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help laughing.
"You, the prince consort, are quite free."
Huo Yan tilted his head to look at her, his voice low and hoarse,
"That depends on how you plan to tame him, Your Highness."
Yuan Zhao took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes.
"…What exactly do you want to do?"
Huo Yan's smile deepened, and he tightened his arms around her, his voice low and bewitching.
"Take His Highness a little lazy."
He jumped lightly and took her to the high roof and headed towards the back garden.
Huo Yan brought her to the roof facing the back garden. From here, the lights of the capital city were bright under the night sky, and the stars were shining like broken gold.
The wind blew through their robes, bringing a sense of elegance and grace.
Yuan Zhao's hair was slightly messed up by the night wind. She brushed it back and looked up at the scenery in front of her -
The outline of the back garden is clearly visible, and the warm moonlight shines down, embellishing the ripples of the pool and the new greenery.
Most of the back garden was burned down before, and it has only been gradually restored and rebuilt in the past few months.
She and her children had earlier selected a lot of their favorite flowers and plants, and planted them one by one as the weather got warmer.
It is now almost April, and the ruins that were once devoured by the fire have been filled with vitality with newly planted flowers and trees.
Under the night sky, new buds and newly opened petals quietly bloom.
“The flowers are blooming beautifully.”
Yuan Zhao's eyes slowly swept over the flowers and plants she had personally selected, the corners of her lips slightly curved up, but when she looked towards the center of the garden, her eyes trembled for a moment.
It was supposed to be a clear pond, but now it has become something else.
Layer upon layer of water flows into the pool along the stone trough. The circular platform in the center is surrounded by spring water. A faint mist rises from the water surface, like a thin veil covering the night.
She frowned slightly, turned her head to look at Huo Yan, with a hint of surprise in her tone.
"Is this... hot spring water?"
Huo Yan raised his eyebrows, a faint smile in his eyes, and gently placed his palm on her shoulder.
"It's from the back mountain. Your legs are cold in winter, so a soak is always good."
His tone was casual, but his fingertips tapped her sleeves lightly, as if he didn't want her to refuse.
Yuan Zhao lowered his eyes and gently hooked his fingers in his palm. Without saying anything more, his eyes were attracted by a touch of red in the center of the pool.
The outline covered by the red cloth faintly revealed the heavy branches. She had guessed it in her heart. Her eyes jumped slightly and her voice was soft.
"Then...what is this?"
Huo Yan didn't answer, but just smiled slightly and snapped his fingers.
“Swish——”
The red cloth was rolled up and slowly fell down, revealing its original appearance.
A towering flamboyant tree stands quietly in the center of the pond, its branches intertwined and lush, dotted with red buds, like tiny lights burning in the night.
A few of them have already bloomed, and the fiery red petals are reflected in the waves of the hot spring, like light from heaven falling into the world.
Yuan Zhao was stunned and stood there. The breeze blew on her face, gently lifting the corner of her clothes, and her fingertips tightened slightly.
Delonix tree.
A new Poinciana tree.
Her throat rolled gently, and after a long time, she slowly spoke, her voice as light as fallen leaves blown by the night wind.
"you……"
"Since the previous one burned down, it's gone." Huo Yan said lightly. He looked at her and spoke in a very light tone.
"I had someone bring this tree from the south. It's thirty years old and has grown strong and mature."
He tilted his head slightly, his tone was soft and gentle.
"Here we are surrounded by the heat of the hot springs. If we cultivate them carefully, they will not wither away easily."
Yuan Zhao raised her eyes to look at him. The night made his eyebrows and eyes look deep. His expression was calm and his tone was indifferent, but she could hear the unspoken emotions in his words.
Although he was talking about the tree, he was looking at her.
She took a deep breath and slowly glanced at the flamboyant tree.
The night breeze blows gently, and the branches of flowers tremble slightly.
She suddenly smiled, gently tightened Huo Yan's hand, and her voice was soft but clear.
"Okay, then this time... let's all protect it and not let it wither again."
He lowered his head and placed a kiss on her forehead.
"In June, all the flowers are in bloom."
Yuan Zhao's heart trembled slightly.
June is the wedding day.
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