The white flowers, like the first snow of winter, are pure and flawless, shimmering with a crystal-clear light under the sunlight, like fairies in a dream.
A gentle breeze, like a tender messenger, softly caressed the area, bringing with it a rich floral fragrance.
The delicate fragrance lingered around my nose, as if it could dispel all the weariness and troubles of the world.
Intertwined with the fragrance of flowers is the wafting aroma of tea that fills the pavilion.
The aroma of the tea was delicate and elegant, like a melodious ancient tune, flowing slowly through the air.
Every note seems to tell a story of the tranquility and beauty of time, creating a serene and pleasant atmosphere.
Qin Qianluo leaned against the railing of the pavilion, her posture elegant and leisurely, like a beautiful painting.
She gently reached out her hand, her slender fingers like tender willows in spring, and picked up a strawberry that she had just picked from the space.
The strawberry was like a meticulously crafted ruby, its bright and dazzling color radiating an alluring luster, as if it had been painted by nature with the most delicate brushstrokes.
The glistening dewdrops clinging to the surface resemble pearls, shimmering with a dreamlike brilliance under the sunlight.
Qin Qianlu put the strawberry in her mouth and took a gentle bite. The sweet and sour juice instantly burst on her taste buds like fireworks.
Its flavor is fresh, crisp, tender, and juicy, like a sweet gift from nature.
Its texture is as delicate as silk, and every bite is intoxicating, as if the brightness and beauty of spring are condensed in this small fruit.
The sweet and sour taste, like a clear mountain spring, nourished her heart; it was also like a melodious piece of music playing on her tongue.
Qin Qianluo narrowed her eyes slightly, and the corners of her mouth unconsciously turned up as she fully enjoyed this comfort and leisure.
At this moment, the hustle and bustle of the outside world seemed irrelevant to her; she was simply immersed in this tranquil and beautiful little world, savoring this leisurely time that belonged only to her.
It was as if time stood still for her, and the whole world became so beautiful and peaceful.
The next day, the darkness before dawn still shrouded the capital like a heavy curtain.
The streets and alleys were like sleeping giants, silent and still, with only the occasional sound of the night watchman striking the gong echoing in the quiet night before quickly dissipating into the boundless darkness.
However, the melodious and solemn morning bell, like a dawn bell, broke the tranquility.
With an irresistible force, it hovered and echoed over the capital, urging everyone to begin a new day of court affairs.
Urged on by the tolling of the bell, the officials straightened their court robes and prepared to enter the Golden Palace.
Some of them had worked tirelessly until late yesterday night to handle the mountain of complicated official business in the court, and their exhaustion weighed heavily on them like lead.
Some, however, tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep, their eyes filled with exhaustion, weariness, and a hint of excitement, because of the new grains planted yesterday.
At this moment, they had heavy dark circles under their eyes, like deep ink stains smeared around their eyes, and looked tired as they hurried toward the court.
Every step seemed to carry the weariness of last night and the helplessness of today.
In the imperial court, the Golden Palace was solemn and dignified, with the dragon throne high above, exuding an aura of supreme majesty and solemnity.
The golden brick floor inside the hall was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting the neatly standing figures of the ministers.
The officials stood in orderly rows on both sides according to their official ranks, their expressions solemn, waiting for the morning court to officially begin.
However, just as everything was about to proceed as planned, everyone held their breath, not daring to make a sound, quietly waiting for the emperor to speak.
Without warning, Ye Yunyao, the Minister of Rites, suddenly let out a dry heave.
The sound of retching, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, instantly shattered the solemn atmosphere of the court.
It stood out starkly and clearly in the silent hall, like a thunderclap, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
Everyone's gazes, like beams of focused light, were all fixed on Ye Yunyao.
Her body trembled slightly, and her once dignified posture now appeared somewhat disheveled. She instinctively covered her mouth with her hands, her face filled with an expression of embarrassment and pain.
The embarrassment was like the helplessness of being watched by everyone; the pain stemmed from the churning discomfort in the body.
The emperor was just about to announce the matters concerning the morning court session when this sudden turn of events startled him slightly.
His previously calm face suddenly furrowed slightly, and a hint of concern and worry flashed in his eyes.
He raised his hand to signal the morning court session to be suspended, and asked in a gentle and concerned voice, "Minister Ye, are you feeling unwell?"
The voice echoed in the empty court hall, carrying the unique concern of an emperor.
Ye Yunyao was extremely anxious, wanting to quickly tell the Emperor that she was alright, not wanting to delay the morning court session or disrupt the normal order of the court because of her.
She forced back the waves of nausea that surged through her, trying to suppress her gagging and respond to the Emperor.
However, the retching was like a wild horse that had broken free, coming in waves, completely out of control, as if her body was making a strong protest against her.
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