Just as the front of the Prime Minister's residence was enveloped in a cloud of panic, and everyone was anxiously searching for Jiang Xiaohuang and Mo Chen in the chaos, bursts of crisp, melodious laughter rippled from the peach blossom forest on the outskirts of the city, a paradise-like wonderland. A gentle breeze, like a gentle messenger, gently caressed the sea of peach blossoms. Peach petals fluttered down, as light as snowflakes, quietly draping the world in a dreamlike veil, adding a touch of charming romance and poetry.
Jiang Xiaohuang was in this wonderland of peach blossoms. Her slender fingers gently rested on the phoenix corona and slowly took it off. The phoenix corona, which originally carried the solemnity of a wedding ceremony, now seemed to gradually lose its heavy solemnity in her hands, instead gaining a touch of playfulness and agility. She let her black hair, like a waterfall, spread out freely. The soft hair danced gently in the breeze, just like a group of lively elves playing. She raised her eyes slightly, and her eyes flickered as she looked at Mo Chen in front of her, who had also taken off his wedding dress and changed into a neat and tight suit. A smile filled her eyes, like ripples in a clear spring, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud. The sound was crisp and beautiful, just like the melodious song of a yellow oriole on a branch in spring, echoing slowly in this quiet peach blossom forest: "Shopkeeper Mo, how does it feel to have your bride kidnapped?"
A gentle smile, like a spring breeze, played on Mo Chen's lips, a smile that seemed to melt the hardest ice. He extended his slender arms, his movements gentle and natural, as if he were protecting a rare treasure, and gently embraced Jiang Xiaohuang. He gazed at her lovingly, his eyes filled with endless love, as if Jiang Xiaohuang was the center of his world. He opened his lips slightly, his voice soft as a breeze brushing against petals: "As long as it's you, anything is fine." With that, he turned his head slightly, his gaze darting deep into the peach blossoms. Surrounded by the vibrant blossoms, a simple yet elegant pavilion stood quietly. The pavilion's wooden structure exuded a faint woody fragrance, blending perfectly with the fragrance of the surrounding peach blossoms. Inside, a simple wooden table was covered with a dazzling array of snacks, all of which were Jiang Xiaohuang's favorite delicacies. On a delicate plate, a charmingly colored peach blossom pastry was laid out. The layers of pastry resembled the graceful hems of a young girl's skirt, each layer seeming to tell a sweet story. Waves of alluring fragrance filled the air, intoxicating the senses. There were also delicate rose cakes, their vibrant color like a newly blooming rose, the texture of the petals clearly visible, as if condensed with the world's most beautiful colors, making one salivate. In a corner of the table sat a jar of Jiang Xiaohuang's favorite peach blossom wine. A bright red silk ribbon tied to the rustic jar fluttered gently in the breeze, like an elegant dancer dancing, whispering the special story behind the wine.
"Actually, I've been prepared," Mo Chen said, his chin raised slightly, his eyes gleaming with a cunning and brilliant light, like the twinkling stars in the night sky. His lips curled up in a smug smile as he slowly spoke, "I know you have a free and uninhibited nature, like a bird soaring freely in the sky, unwilling to be bound by conventional wedding conventions. Therefore, I have carefully planned this unique and one-of-a-kind 'bride kidnapping' just for you." He suddenly knelt on one knee, his movements smooth and natural, as if he had rehearsed the action countless times, etched deep into his soul. He calmly removed an exquisite wooden box from his bosom. Crafted from precious rosewood, the box's surface was intricately carved with intricate patterns, delicate and flowing lines, each detail showcasing the craftsman's exquisite craftsmanship. In the gentle sunlight, the box radiated a warm and soft luster, as if telling a story of time. He gently opened the wooden box, and inside lay a pair of jade bracelets engraved with dragons and phoenixes. The jade bracelets were soft and delicate, as white and flawless as mutton fat, and warm to the touch. The carved dragon and phoenix were lifelike, with a sinuous and agile dragon body and flowing dragon whiskers, as if they would take off and soar into the sky at any moment; the phoenix feathers were gorgeous and gorgeous, and the phoenix eyes were bright and bright, as if they would flap their wings and soar into the sky in the next second. Mo Chen gazed at Jiang Xiaohuang affectionately, his eyes full of determination and expectation. That look seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space and reach deep into Jiang Xiaohuang's heart. He said sincerely: "Xiaohuang, I wish to hold your hand for a lifetime, accompany you through thousands of rivers and mountains, see every scenery in the world, and never leave you no matter the wind and rain."
Jiang Xiaohuang quietly looked at Mo Chen, who knelt on one knee before her, listening to his affectionate confession. A warm current seemed to gently envelop her heart. Her eyes gradually turned red, as if stained by the sunset glow, and tears welled up in them, tears of emotion and happiness. She was about to respond to Mo Chen when the rapid and dense sound of horse hooves suddenly came from afar, like a sudden gust of wind, instantly shattering the warm and quiet atmosphere.
Young Marquis Su, riding a pure white horse, rushed over like a gust of wind. The broadsword at his waist swung rhythmically with the horse's gallop, making a crisp and rhythmic sound, as if playing a unique piece of music. His expression was anxious, his eyes filled with worry, and he shouted, "Xiao Huang! If you're being held hostage, just blink!" When he arrived at lightning speed and took in the warm, sweet, and loving scene before him, he was slightly startled. Then he scratched his head subconsciously, a naive smile appeared on his face, and he said sheepishly, "I'm meddling in your business, aren't I?"
Before she finished speaking, Nianli and Su Qingyao also rode their horses and hurried over. Nianli saw her daughter standing in the pavilion at a glance. The happy smile on Jiang Xiaohuang's face was as bright as the sun. That smile seemed to have a kind of magic that instantly hit the softest corner of Nianli's heart. Nianli's eyes couldn't help but moisten, and the tears flashed in her eyes, full of heartache and relief for her daughter. She walked quickly to Jiang Xiaohuang, stretched out her warm hands, and gently held Jiang Xiaohuang's hands. Those hands conveyed the warmth of maternal love, and she said distressedly: "Silly girl, your sudden disappearance has made mother worried. Mother's heart is like being suspended in mid-air, and has never been at ease for a moment."
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