A month has passed in the blink of an eye.

  The peach blossoms have bloomed.

  Pink flowers, blooming on the branches, as far as the eye can see is a red glow. Occasionally there are a few trees with snow-white pear blossoms, when the wind blows, pink and white petals scatter all over the ground, people step on them, even their shoes are fragrant.

  In the Zhang Mansion, there was a special peach garden. However, this peach garden was built in the west wing of the courtyard, where beautiful songstresses from all over the country and several distant female cousins with Zhang's bloodline were mixed together.

  So this place is beautiful, but it's just a place where young men like to linger.

  Zhang Shierlang and Zhang Xuan have both returned.

  Zhang Yi had already collected five pieces of cloth, all of which were the most popular embroidery at that time. There was one with the same embroidery and font as the first piece that Your Majesty liked best.

  Now on sale, these five pieces of cloth must be sold at a high price. She has to seize this opportunity.

  Zhang Qi walked behind Zhang Jin, secretly calculating in her heart.

  At this time, Zhang Jin in front of him impatiently shouted: "How can you be so slow?"

  Zhang Qi hastily followed Zhang Jin. Seeing her running too fast, her face red and sweating, adding a few more beautiful colors, Zhang Qi sincerely praised: "Sister Jin is so beautiful."

  Zhang Jin raised her chin, "Do you want me to talk more?" Although she said so, there was an uncontrollable joy in her eyes.

  She turned her head and looked ahead, saying: "Is Peach Garden near?"

  "Yes." replied Alan.

  "Hurry up and go." With that, Zhang Jin started running again.

  Today, with a gentle spring breeze like brocade, Zhang Jin got up early and called out to Zhang Qi, without saying anything, he had her follow him to the Peach Garden.

  Look at her so eager. Is it possible that Xiao Mo will come today?

  The three women had not yet approached the Peach Garden when a burst of bright laughter came floating along on the spring breeze. Next, the sounds of the qin, sheng, and huangguoshu drifted up.

  Zhang Jin slowed down her pace, she listened carefully for a while, and muttered: "There are so many people."

  Judging from these laughs, there are quite a few young masters in Taoyuan.

  As they turned a corner, a riot of pink and peach hues flooded into the eyes of the three women.

  Zhang Jin's mouth was agape. He gazed delightedly for a while, then called out softly: "How beautiful... truly beautiful, I want to go and tread the spring."

  It's really beautiful. The azure sky, the white clouds and mist, and in sight is a purple-red and green scenery that can't be described as breathtakingly beautiful. After spending a winter, watching the trees revive bit by bit. In the blink of an eye, how did the world become so flourishing and stunningly beautiful?

  Just as Zhang Qi was dazzled by what she saw, Zhang Jinxi said, "Where is it?"

  She looked up at him with a smile.

  At this sight, Zhang Qi was stunned.

  In the peach forest just a hundred steps away from her, a young man in white clothes was laughing with his head thrown back, his sleeves fluttering and his long gown billowing. On his handsome and refined face, due to years of cultivating his spirit and confidence, there was an air of ease and dignity that only a young master of a noble family could possess. This air and appearance were reflected in the petals scattered across the sky, making him look even more radiant, with lips as red as cherry blossoms and teeth as white as jade, so elegant and refined - wasn't it Xiao Mo?

  He actually came!

  And look at his complexion, this expression, this smile, where is there a hint of depression and melancholy? Obviously a young man in extreme self-confidence and ease.

  Zhang Qi was stunned for a moment. She felt that Xiao Mo was becoming more and more incomprehensible.

  She was still in a daze when Zhang Jin had already happily jumped and skipped over the winding flower path, appearing before Zhong Lang Jun.

  She had already sweetly called out "Ninth Brother!" before he even arrived.

  She was calling out Zhang Xuan's name, but her eyes were staring at Xiao Mo with a foolish and joyful gaze.

  Xiao Mo looked over this way.

  He flashed a brilliant smile at Zhang Jin, revealing a mouthful of pearly white teeth. Receiving his smile, Zhang Jin's face turned bright red in an instant.

  At this time, Xiao Mo's gaze passed over Zhang Jin and looked at Zhang Qi.

  Zhang Qi still lowered her head, wearing a somewhat ill-fitting Zhang family's daughter-in-law dress. Seeing him looking over, she also lifted her head to meet his gaze.

  Xiao Mo smiled slightly.

  He turned his head without hesitation and didn't give Zhang Qi a second glance.

  Zhang Qi saw strangeness in his eyes.

  He let her go.

  It's okay, originally it was just a youthful infatuation, originally it was just being moved by her beauty. Now, her face is sallow and her eyes are hidden behind her bangs, even she herself would forget her original appearance, let alone Xiao Mo who hasn't seen her for a month?

  A month's time can change heaven and earth, let alone a person's heart?

  Zhang Qi smiled lightly.

  She relaxed, noticing Zhang Jin's attention on both of them, and also felt pleased. She happily ran up to him, hugging Zhang Xuan's arm and chattering away. Although Zhang Jin was entwined with Zhang Xuan, her gaze would occasionally sneak a glance at Xiao Mo. She thought she was being subtle, but to others, it was clear that Zhang Jin's eyes were filled with longing. Seeing her like this, she almost wished everyone else would leave, leaving only her and Xiao Mo behind.

  Laughter echoed, in the peach blossoms, everywhere were beautiful singing girls. At this moment, no one noticed Zhang Qi, nor Zhang Xuan, nor Xiao Mo, their eyes were either following the beauty of the peach blossoms or busy playing with their companions.

  Zhang Qi felt very much at ease.

  After waiting for a while, seeing that no one was paying attention to whether she was leaving or staying, she lightly lifted her lotus steps and slipped into the peach grove on one side.

  Before long, she arrived at a small stream. The gurgling water flowed out from among several huge rocks, and as the spring breeze blew, petals of flowers fell from the branches into the stream, making the water even clearer, with several palm-sized fish swimming in it, looking particularly carefree.

  Zhang Qi looked at Huan Xi with a smile, then sat down on the stone, bent over, and stretched out her hand to catch the fish.

  The fish is very slippery, and even though she grew up in the countryside since childhood, where can you catch it?

  The fish swam through her palm, and the ticklish sensation was quite interesting. Zhang Qi couldn't help but purse her lips and smile softly.

  Just as she was laughing happily, a person suddenly rushed out from the peach forest. The man rushed to her back, and whether intentionally or unintentionally, his right hand pushed her like that!

  What did Zhang Qi notice? At this time, she let out a cry of surprise and slid down into the creek, landing with a splat in the water. As she was splashed from head to toe, even her eyes were covered, a somewhat familiar, mocking laugh floated over, then quickly disappeared.

  Zhang Qi got up from the creek with her clothes all wet.

  She closed her eyes and wiped the water droplets off her face with a forceful sleeve. The creek water mixed with the medicinal water she had applied to her face entered her eyes, causing intense stinging pain. She rubbed several times before her eyes felt somewhat comfortable.

  Zhang Qi's eyelashes fluttered a few times, struggling to open her eyes. But every time she opened them for just a moment, another wave of stinging pain followed. Tears streamed down, forcing her to squint again.

  Helpless, Zhang Qi could only lower her head. She scooped up the creek water with both hands and carefully washed her face several times before lifting her head again.

  Just as she lifted her head, her arm was warm. Then, she was scooped up in someone's arms. Zhang Qi let out a sharp cry and struggled to open her eyes. But her face was pressed into someone's chest, so where could she see?

  He hugged her and ran quickly.

  Zhang Qi was both frightened and shocked, she kept kicking and punching, the man endured for a few moments before getting angry and heavily pinning down her hands and feet.

  He ran for a while and then entered a dark place. Then he put down Zhang Gui.

  Zhang Qi immediately gained her freedom and hastily retreated a few steps, looking back.

  She was stunned at this sight.

  He turned his back on her. The white-clad youth who was bending down to pick up a garment from the cave was none other than Xiao Mo!

  Why is it him again?

  He turned his back on her, and slowly took out each piece of clothing from the trunk, his low, cultured voice a little hoarse, echoing in the cave. "I've seen countless beauties by the time I was seventeen, how did I get so entranced by this little girl? I knew it was foolish to argue with Prince Guangling in public, it would bring me nothing but harm, yet I still followed her. This kind of stupidity, I, Xiao Mo, have never done before!"

  He pulled out a towel from his belly wrap and threw it to Zhang Qi behind him, saying: "For this month, I've been nursing my wounds and thinking deeply. Until today, I thought I had let go of myself, so I came to the Zhang residence."

  Upon hearing this, Zhang Qi suddenly understood and wrapped herself tightly with a towel, muttering: "It was your people who pushed me into the water just now?"

  Xiao Mo smiled and did not deny it, but instead said: "I want to see if Zhang Shi's completely exposed face will make me infatuated again!"

  He turned his head around.

  He quietly looked at Zhang Qi.

  At this moment, Zhang Qi's raven-black long hair was dripping with water, her pale and translucent face had a faint blush on both cheeks.

  Xiao Mo took a step forward, reached out and brushed aside her wet hair that was stuck together, completely revealing her delicate small face.

  It's really exquisite. Eyebrows like distant mountains, big eyes misty and hazy, with a few parts of laziness in the spirit, small red lips trembling due to cold. The whole person has a spirit in transparency, hiding charm in the spirit.

  It's even more beautiful than before by two points!

  Xiao Mo grasped Zhang Qi's arm with one hand and pulled off the towel wrapped around her body with the other.

  The wet and dripping clothes under her skirt, the girl's just-developed curves rose like mountains, so beautiful that it made one's throat dry.

  Such beauty and elegance, how can those women made up with cosmetics compare?

  Xiao Mo looked Zhang Qi up and down from head to toe, then slowly closed his eyes.

  His eyes were tightly closed, with his eyebrows knitted together.

  Zhang Qi's arm was caught, unable to escape from his grasp, and could only stand there waiting for him.

  She saw him like this, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

  Just then, Xiao Mo opened his eyes. He suddenly stretched out his arms and tightly hugged Zhang Qi in his embrace.

  He held her so tightly, so tightly, so tight that Zhang Qi cried out in a low voice.

  Xiao Mo's arm relaxed a bit.

  He wrapped his arms around her, one hand stroking her lower back, and said in a low voice: "I overestimated myself."

  It was just one sentence, and he increased his tone again.

  He forcibly held her in his arms, and Zhang Qi felt warmth, her teeth stopped chattering, she just lowered her eyebrows.

  At this time, a hand lifted her chin.

  Then her lips warmed up and a warm lip covered hers. Just as Zhang Qi's body stiffened with tension, the boy who was kissing her stopped moving.

  He just covered her lips, just holding her like this.

  After a while, his low and hoarse voice sounded again, "The Buddha's family always talks about the number of calamities, I didn't understand it before..." The voice was bitter and inexplicable.

  He slowly let her go.

  Let her have freedom, he picked up the towel and said gently: "Come, wipe off the water, I've prepared clothes for you."

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