Chapter 33 White Camellia (Revised) White Camellia matches Yan Jing, but not...
Unlike the first day when all flowers bloomed, there was only one activity on the second day of the Riding and Archery Banquet, which was hunting.
In the end, the person who obtains the highest prey points within the specified time limit from Chenshi to Youshi will be the "Hunting Lord" of this year.
The game is selected by specific officials and placed in the enclosure one by one. The quantity, type and degree of danger are evaluated.
The purpose is to allow dignitaries to have fun without worrying about their lives.
Even so, "hunting" is still the most brutal activity of the Riding and Shooting Banquet.
Therefore, even if there is no gender restriction, it is still assumed to be an event exclusively for men.
The women could only wait in the camp for the results to be announced.
Wen Ying leaned back on the flag of Yan Jing's tent, put her hands into the muff, and felt the warmth coming from inside.
The surroundings were quiet and silent. She raised her head slightly and looked at the thick clouds that were slowly covering the sunlight under the cold wind, and exhaled a puff of white smoke.
Just like the last plum blossom party, no one approached Wen Ying, and she didn't find the reason this time.
The difference from last time is that this time even Gao Lerong will not come, because she just left her along with Gao Xuan.
Today is probably a boring day.
The entrance to the enclosure was a wide path, and both sides of the path were crowded with beautifully dressed women, all looking forward to the arrival of their fathers, brothers or lovers.
One after another, men in riding clothes led their horses towards the entrance, and along the way, women occasionally threw flowers to them.
The recipient of the flower took it with a smile and bowed to express his gratitude.
This is [Beauty Throwing Flowers].
If tokens of love are a way of expressing one's true feelings to another in private, then throwing flowers is a formal way of expressing appreciation.
Because the emotions were not strongly directed, even introverted women could throw flowers to express their love under the pretext of appreciation, so it was deeply loved by the noble ladies in the capital.
She heard a sudden cry from the other side, and looking from afar, she saw a man riding a tall horse coming towards her, his white clothes were whiter than snow, his black hair was as black as ink, and he was as cold and otherworldly as a banished immortal in a painting.
Almost at the moment of reaching the entrance, petals fluttered down the sky, like a flower rain falling from the sky, immersing the frost and snow in spring red.
Wen Ying, who had just walked to the edge of the crowd, was amazed by the magnificent scene before her and slowly lowered her hand that was holding the stem of the white camellia.
She had always felt that White Camellia had a very similar temperament to Yan Jing, so she specifically asked Chuntao to bring it here.
But among such bright colors, pure white camellia may not be worthy of being displayed in a formal occasion.
Well, just accept the token of gratitude.
The dust raised by the horse's hooves slowly dispersed in the air, interweaving with the falling petals.
Yan Jing glanced at the crowd indifferently, searching layer by layer, and finally passed through the flower mist and touched the girl standing far away. The corners of his lips finally rose a little.
He pulled the reins, and the horse raised its front hooves high and let out a loud neigh.
The women around were stunned. In confusion, they heard the man leisurely say, "Since you have prepared flowers, who do you want to give them to?"
Upon hearing this, Wen Ying suddenly looked up at the man's eyes that were shining with the morning light.
After a moment, he smiled and said, "You ask even though you know the answer. You are trying to make fun of me."
Yan Jing stared at her with a smile, stretched out his hand in the direction of the girl and hooked his finger slightly.
Indicating something.
Wen Ying raised her eyebrows and threw the white camellia in her hand, drawing an imperfect arc.
The white camellia swayed slightly in the air, and was about to fall far away from the man.
Yan Jing jumped up from the horse's back, his figure as light as a swallow, and instantly flew into the air, accurately catching the white camellia that was about to fall to the ground among the dazzling flowers and green willows.
He landed gently, his movements as light as a falling leaf, without any sound.
Raising her hand and inserting the white camellia into her hair, Yan Jing raised her eyes and smiled, "Miss, I received your flowers."
The overly conspicuous position and the contrast with the ink make everyone who sees Yan Jing attracted by the white. The extremely simple and elegant flowers add a captivating charm to the moon-like and bright face.
Dong Yang was slightly tipsy, and Wen Ying had an idea in her trance -
The white camellia matches the scenery, but not enough.
If you want to embellish it, you should use some stronger and more vivid colors to dye the frost and snow into worldly flesh and blood.
After that, there were fewer women who threw flowers to Yan Jing.
As the horse's hooves stepped on the flower-paved road, Yan Jing heard a voice of "Yun Lang" from behind him. He turned back to look at Hua Junguang, who had a mixed feeling on his face, and raised his eyebrows slightly and asked, "What's wrong?"
Hua Junguang was accompanied by a servant who was picking up flowers. He rode his horse closer to Yan Jing, raised his eyelids to look at the white camellia on his ear, and sighed softly:
"You treat an unmarried woman so ostentatiously. If you don't marry Liu Qing, I'm afraid that the 'unparalleled gentleman' will become a 'heartless man'."
Yan Jing lowered his eyes and was silent for a moment before he spoke softly, "Whether I can marry you or not is not up to me."
Yan Jing, who has always been proud and arrogant, rarely... or never, has felt so insecure.
"Why?" Hua Junguang couldn't help but be curious, "Are you afraid that she won't agree? Her identity is a mystery, and she just wants to get close to you on purpose. If you want to propose marriage, she shouldn't refuse."
Yan Jing looked at the girl who was talking to someone in the distance and said nothing.
Marriage is nothing more than a piece of paper contract. If there is no emotional bond to maintain it, it is common for couples to be physically together but spiritually apart and become enemies.
Rather than such a thin connection, he wanted something strong, close, inseparable that could lock her firmly to his side.
He wanted her to wear the chains willingly and tie herself up in the name of love, which was the safest way.
Whether he can marry her depends on whether Wen Ying is willing to fall in love with him.
There were the sounds of horse hooves. Geng You looked back from the front and saw his master and the crown prince coming together. He smiled brightly and waved his hand high: "Your Highness, Lord Yan, are you going to enter together?"
Geng You was the eldest son of the magistrate of Luozhou County. He was skilled in martial arts and was a frequent visitor to hunting parties.
In previous years, apart from the prince, he was the leader of hunting.
Yan Jing drove his horse closer and said only one sentence: "Did you bring it?"
Geng You patted his chest and said confidently: "My Lord, are you still not confident in my work?"
As he spoke, he took out something that looked like a silver short stick from the backpack on the side of the horse and handed it to Yan Jing.
Wen Ying had been staring at Yan Jing's movements. She was a little confused when she saw this scene. She didn't know what that thing was. It was too long to be a hidden weapon and too short to be a weapon.
I listened carefully and only caught a few words "shrink... swing..." in the wind.
Just when she wanted to get closer to listen——
"Miss Liu..."
The timid call made Wen Ying look sideways, and she saw a woman holding a silk umbrella, her face looking pale and somewhat sickly.
"We met once at the last tea party, but I never introduced myself to Miss Liu." The woman holding the umbrella bowed and whispered, "My name is Su Miaoyan, and I'm the eldest daughter of the Pingjiang County Magistrate."
Wen Ying remembered her. She was the woman who had been with Gao Lerong before.
At first, all the women had been walking around Wen Ying intentionally or unintentionally. But since Yan Jing took her flowers on purpose, the women around her dispersed in anger, leaving her alone.
She vaguely guessed that it was because of Yan Jing's blatant favoritism that made her the target of public criticism.
Once this kind of isolation begins, it cannot be stopped unless someone in a high position of power is brought down.
Su Miaoyan's family background is not prominent, so if you approach her rashly, you will easily be ostracized.
She approached Yan Jing with a purpose, and being isolated was not a big deal. At most she would return to the outside world after failure.
Most young ladies from small families will rely on their social circles to survive their entire lives, and being excluded would be a disaster for them.
So Wen Ying stepped back a few steps and said softly, "Sorry, it's not convenient for me."
After saying that, he turned around and was about to leave.
Su Miaoyan tightened her grip on the umbrella handle until her fingertips turned pale. She seemed to be preparing herself mentally. Finally, she mustered up the courage to raise her head and raise her voice:
"Miss Liu, please stay!"
Wen Ying paused, turned around and looked at Su Miaoyan with a puzzled look: "Miss Su, what's the matter?"
"I..." Su Miaoyan was stunned when she met Wen Ying's eyes, then lowered her head and quickly recalled the excuses she had thought of before, "...I just want to make friends with the young lady."
"Make friends?" Wen Ying was stunned by the words.
Liu Qing is just the daughter of a merchant, why would she come here specially to make friends with her?
Is it for Yan Jing?
"If you have anything you want to ask Yan Jing, I can help you convey it."
"No, that's not it." Su Miaoyan bit her lip lightly, "I just felt that I had known Miss for a long time, so..."
Before she could finish her words, a dull and powerful voice interrupted her.
“Boom—”
The sound of golden gongs suddenly exploded in the air, and the entrance to the hunting ground opened!
The surrounding noise reached its climax in an instant, and the cheers of the crowd and the sound of horses' hooves clattering on the ground intertwined and galloped in.
Wen Ying looked over quickly and found that Yan Jing had disappeared long ago, and she could no longer hear the words she wanted to hear.
She felt a little sorry, but she could do nothing about it. After a long sigh, she remembered that Su Miaoyan was still saying something beside her. Then she patiently tilted her head and asked, "Sorry, what did you just say?"
Su Miaoyan could tell that Wen Ying was in a bad mood. After hesitating for a moment, she said softly, "No, nothing."
Wen Ying was not good at dealing with this type of woman, so she stopped asking questions and bowed and said goodbye: "Well, I'll leave first."
When I turned around and decided to leave for the second time, I suddenly sensed a certain aura and my whole body froze.
murderous look!
It only appeared for a moment, but she still captured it keenly. Wen Ying suddenly turned her head and looked at the source of the murderous aura, and found that it came from the enclosure.
Most of the prey in the enclosure are harmless, so why would there be such a strong desire to kill?
Unless... someone wants to kill someone in the chaos!
Su Miaoyan looked at Wen Ying's back and always felt that if she let her leave like this, they would never have the chance to meet again.
She couldn't just leave like this, she had to make up for the mistakes she had made.
After hesitating for a while, Su Miaoyan stepped forward, pulled Wen Ying's sleeve, and held up the small jar in her hand: "This is a pill from my hometown. It is said that it can save a life..."
"Okay, thank you."
Wen Ying was thinking about the direction of the murderous aura and was in no mood to argue with Su Miaoyan. She thought that something that could be given as a gift should not be expensive, so she took the small jar and said quickly, "See you next time."
After saying this, he hurried away into the distance.
She couldn't just stay in the waiting area.
She wanted to find out what was going on before something irreversible happened.
Before Su Miaoyan could react, her hands were empty and she blinked in confusion.
It took a while before I realized what had happened.
Finally...it was sent out.
In this way, the grassland god will forgive her.
Su Miaoyan's tense shoulders slowly dropped, as if relieved of a heavy burden. After a moment, she suddenly remembered what the girl had just said.
【See you next time.】
A warm feeling surged in her heart, and she slowly curled her fingers back, a blush and a smile appearing on her face.
Does this mean that Liu Qing is still willing to meet her...
Liu Qing might not hate her.
Maybe, we can really be friends.
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