The stained glass windows are decorated with exquisite patterns, depicting layered mountains and rivers, with undulating peaks and rushing water, as if one could hear the surging sound of the water.
There are lifelike flowers, birds, fish and insects. The birds are about to take flight, the flowers are delicate and beautiful, and the fish are swimming in the water. Every detail is vividly depicted.
When sunlight shines through, these patterns cast colorful light and shadow on the ground and walls, like a flowing painting.
The ever-changing light, shifting with the movement of the sunlight, adds a touch of dynamism and vitality to the library.
Bathed in sunlight, the entire bookstore appeared even more warm and beautiful, making one feel as if they were in a warm harbor.
Forgetting the cold and noise of the outside world, I was immersed in this peaceful and beautiful atmosphere.
Xinghua watched with rapt attention, completely immersed in the wonderful atmosphere.
Her gaze wandered through every corner of the store, as if she wanted to imprint it all deeply in her heart.
She carefully examined the books on the bookshelf, gently felt the softness of the carpet beneath her feet, and quietly gazed at the sunlight streaming through the glass window.
Her thoughts drifted along with the wonderful atmosphere, if it weren't for the shopkeeper's clear and melodious voice, like a nightingale singing in a valley.
She is probably still immersed in this dreamlike world, unable to extricate herself.
The voice, like a clear stream, broke her reverie and slowly pulled her back to reality from her dream world.
Upon hearing the shopkeeper's eloquent and charming words, Xinghua seemed to awaken from a dream. She was slightly taken aback, and then a hint of appreciation and admiration flashed in her eyes.
He couldn't help but admire inwardly that the manager of this elegant academy was indeed a man of exceptional literary talent.
Every word and every sentence is like a meticulously crafted piece of jade, exuding profound cultural heritage and elegant temperament.
Those words seemed to possess a kind of magic, allowing people to appreciate their beauty while also gaining a deeper understanding of the cultural connotations of the academy.
The elegant wording and the perfectly chosen expression, like harmonious notes in a musical piece, sang a hymn to culture.
Xinghua composed herself slightly, pulling her wandering thoughts back, and her expression instantly returned to its dignified state.
She moved with light, graceful steps, her figure as elegant as a butterfly dancing in the wind, or a willow branch swaying in the breeze, and gently bowed.
Her movements were elegant and graceful, showcasing the gentleness and charm of Miao women.
Then, she parted her lips slightly, her voice gentle and soft, like a clear mountain spring flowing, or a breeze brushing against the strings of a zither.
With a unique rhythm: "The wind chimes under the eaves trembled slightly, disturbing the shopkeeper's quiet study. Please forgive him."
This young lady has traveled from the mountains and rivers of Miao territory, carrying a sincere heart. I have long admired the demeanor of King Jinrui Zhao and hope to meet him.
If the shopkeeper doesn't mind the trouble, could you please pass on a message? I would be extremely grateful for this request.
Upon hearing Xinghua's words, the shopkeeper paused slightly, a knowing glint flashing in his dark eyes.
It seems that my inner guess was correct at all; this holy maiden who came from the Miao region and exuded a mysterious aura was indeed a perfect match.
They were indeed there for their renowned prince.
Her warm, sunny smile remained unchanged, making her appear even more gentle and graceful.
Every subtle change in his expression revealed the elegance and composure cultivated through years of immersion in this academy.
Then, she parted her lips slightly, her voice as gentle as a clear mountain spring flowing along the winding mountain wall.
In this tranquil study filled with the faint scent of ink, a gentle breeze wafts through the air: "The mountain mist has just dissipated, yet I do not know what name to use to offer a cup of tea to my distinguished guest."
If you would not mind, I would like to know your esteemed name so that I may inform Your Highness.
Upon hearing the shopkeeper's earnest words, Xinghua's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, her gaze like a deep, still pool, shimmering with gentleness and sincerity.
She moved with light, graceful steps, as light as willow catkins dancing in the spring breeze, and bowed slightly.
Her graceful posture was like that of a fairy dancing, and every gesture she made exuded the unique charm and elegance of Miao women.
Then, she responded softly, her voice like a gentle breeze caressing the ancient strings of a zither, carrying threads of tenderness and deep affection.
The words flowed slowly through the air: "Thank you for your guidance, I now realize my oversights."
Xinghua, unworthy of the title of Holy Maiden of Miao Region, traveled thousands of miles, braving the morning dew, to come here, carrying a wish that she hoped His Highness Prince Zhao would grant.
If the shopkeeper would be so kind as to relay this message and allow this earnest plea from the mountain moon to enter the grand hall, Xinghua would surely remember this kindness.
Upon hearing this, the shopkeeper's smile deepened, a smile like gentle ripples spreading across a deep pool, circle after circle, full of kindness and warmth.
She nodded slightly, like a flower swaying gently in a breeze, her posture elegant and naturally approachable. Then, she said softly, "Please wait a moment, esteemed guest, I will be right back."
Upon hearing the shopkeeper's words, Xinghua nodded slightly in acknowledgment, her movements slow and graceful, displaying the unique charm of a Miao woman.
The silver bells on her head jingled with a series of clear and melodious sounds as she made this slight movement.
The sound was like a clear mountain stream, flowing merrily down from the high mountain peak, passing among the moss-covered rocks of various shapes, splashing up sparkling water droplets.
It's like a string of lively, leaping musical notes, echoing gently in this tranquil book garden filled with the lingering fragrance of ink.
Each sound seemed to carry the freshness and nature of the mountains and forests, adding a unique and charming rhythm to this tranquil atmosphere.
The shopkeeper's lips curled slightly, revealing a perfectly gentle smile, a smile like the warm spring sun, gently shining on the earth, overflowing with warmth and kindness.
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