Legend of the Ruler Sword

Legend of the Ruler Sword
42. Wisteria Flowers & Men with Purple Hanfu.


In addition to the cluster of white sand beaches that meet the southern region there is a vast grassland, there is also a large mountain called Tianji mountain.


Yihua was already in the meadow, and he managed to be stunned when he was already on the border of the field with the Tianji mountain region. Rows of wisteria trees that are flowering look so charming, plus a large mountain that becomes the background.


"Whoah! It's beautiful."


Yihua was lulled by the beauty, but soon her gaze was turned to someone who stood behind her. It stands under the wisteria tree, its long, purplish-colored hanfu is very rustic if it stands on the strands of the wisteria flower.


"The man is so beautiful" he said unknowingly.


Yihua was fixated for a moment before she shook her head to wake herself up.


"Am I beautiful?" ask without turning around.


Of course Yihua became excited, it turned out that the man heard it.


But wait, Yihua seemed to recognize this voice, this voice was similar to Yuan's voice but he immediately shook his head.


It might just be similar, because usually Yuan will wear blue hanfu, whether it is sky blue, dark blue or even blackish blue, which must always be blue.


After all Yuan was injured, probably just like his voice, Inner Yihua.


"Ah no I just feel this wisteria is beautiful so anyone standing here would be very beautiful."


"Then you should fall in love with me, because I happen to be standing here right now" he said, still turning his back on Yihua.


Yihua chuckled, "Fell in love?"


"Yes, I hope like that, some people think of wisteria as a love flower, wouldn't it be wonderful if you fell in love with me because of this wisteria?"


"No! there's someone who's been distracting me for a few days, I've been thinking about it all the time. Maybe it can't be called falling in love yet, but for now it seems like no one other than him can seize my mind."


I heard a sigh of disappointment.


"So do I really not have a chance?"


"For now it seems not, unless you are able to do more shocking things than the man."


Yihua smiled to herself, for the past few days she had always thought about Yuan, it was hard to get him out of her mind.


"Who is he? How good is he? Maybe I could surpass it if it was for you."


"He was a great hero, no matter what important self could reconcile many people. He was not an arrogant person and had never started a spark with anyone else. No one seems to be able to surpass his kindness."


"If I can't melt it down, I can give you so much love. I'll protect, love you and make sure you're happy."


"Sorry Young Master, isn't it strange to talk about the feelings on the first day we met."


Both of Yihua's eyeballs widened, "Yuan?!"


The person in front of him was actually Yuan Yihua stepping her feet slashing the distance between them.


"How come you're here? What about your wound? Said you were hurt bad, you should have rested instead of being here!"


Yuan chuckled to find Yihua's panicked face.


"I'm so good now, there's no need to worry about me."


"But you're badly hurt, you shouldn't be here."


"I'm fine, and it's very boring to be at home."


"Now you better come back! What are you here for?!"


Yuan did not believe what Yihua said, "I asked you to come, how can you now tell me to go home."


"So it wasn't a letter from Madame Yuxi but a letter from you? But the letter has a lotus logo which means it belongs to mistress Yuxi."


"Remember the letter."


Yihua again twisted her brain to remember what the letter contained, her eyes were festering when she realized something.


"You're the son of lady Yuxi?!"


Yuan nodded. "Didn't you know it?"


"Almost all the students in the college don't know, I was the closest student to Madam Yuxi but the mistress never talked about her family at all."


"It is so it seems."


Yihua nodded.


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