The two boats were close to each other. Bai Lu signaled to Su Xiangwan and took the initiative to pull Su Xiangwan to help her get on the boat with clovers.
Su Xiaxia also wanted to go up together, but was stopped by Bai Lu.
"Okay girl, the only person my master wants to see is your sister, not you. Just wait here with me."
"How can that be done? How can I know what your master's intentions are?" Su Xiaxia looked unhappy.
"That's enough! My master is a woman!"
Su Xiaxia shrugged. She felt bored waiting, but Bai Lu wouldn't let her get on the boat.
"Don't be so impatient, how about I teach you how to play the flute?" Bai Lu showed rare patience and comforted Su Xiaxia.
"Uh! Forget it, I'll just be self-taught!" Su Xiaxia choked, she still calls herself a fairy? Are there any fairies like you? She drives when she disagrees.
Bai Lu obviously understood Su Xiaxia's misunderstanding, and said with a pulled face, "Oh! What can I say to you secular women? You are so dirty at such a young age!"
As he spoke, he took out a small jade flute and put it to his lips, and the beautiful sound of the jade flute immediately sounded on the sea.
Su Xiaxia stuck out her tongue: Well, who knew you were talking about playing the real flute!
Su Xiangwan got into the small boat, and another girl in white came out and bowed to Su Xiangwan.
"Miss Xiang Wan, please come with me!" The girl led her into the inner cabin of the boat.
This small boat is a completely modern yacht. There is nothing wrong with it on the outside, but the scene inside is completely subverted.
Because the dragons and phoenixes are carved inside, the beauty is exquisite, the jade is beginning to become solid, and the fragrance of flowers is hidden through the curtains, it is completely the design of an ancient boudoir.
If you don't look at the outside, you will only think that this is an ancient luxury painting boat, not a modern yacht.
Su Xiangwan was a woman who had seen luxurious scenes, and was shocked by the beauty in front of her. However, her attention shifted again the next second, because a woman appeared in front of her.
The woman is wearing a long Hanfu dress with a bit of modern style. She is fairy-like and jade-colored, bright and enchanting. Under the hazy light, she looks mysterious and blurred.
You don't need to see her face to imagine that she is a peerless beauty, not to mention that Su Xiangwan can't see the woman's face.
Because her face was covered with a veil, only two eyes were exposed.
Even so, this woman's beauty cannot be hidden, because her eyes are so beautiful.
Big, round, crystal clear, shining brightly, extremely pure with a touch of innocence.
Even if a woman sees it, she can't help but feel a thrilling shock.
Su Xiangwan remembered that Bai Lu had compared herself to a fairy and despised the vulgarity of the world. After meeting this woman, Su Xiangwan inexplicably believed her.
The woman in front of me really gave her a fairy-like feeling.
"Jianjia, take Miss Su to take a bath!" the woman said to the girl in white.
"Yes! Palace Master!"
Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment. She didn't understand what this woman meant. What kind of operation was he asking her to take a shower as soon as she got on the boat? She couldn't help but think wildly.
"Don't be afraid! You have been at sea for two days and your body feels very uncomfortable. Take a medicinal bath to relax." The palace owner said to Su Xiangwan.
The sound is like a nightingale, like the gentle spring breeze. This sound alone is irresistible.
And as she said, Su Xiangwan was tired and wet after drifting at sea for two days. She really wanted to take a good bath now.
"Miss Xiang Wan, please!" The woman in white named Jian Jia extended her hand to signal.
Su Xiangwan followed her to the bathroom, where everything was ready: the large bathtub was filled with water, the water was light pink, and there were some unnamed petals floating on it.
A change of clothes was prepared for her and placed neatly on the table not far away.
"I would like to ask...!"
"You don't need to know who my master is. She is not your old friend, but you are certainly not someone she is indifferent to. Don't worry, Miss Xiang Wan, we won't hurt you. Otherwise, why would we travel thousands of miles to save you?
?”
Jian Jia interrupted Su Xiangwan, smiled and tried to reassure Su Xiangwan.
"This is the custom of my master's tribe. A girl who is about to get married must bathe in this water, and she must bathe with her husband after marriage. Only in this way can we be in love and grow old together! Don't worry, Miss Xiang Wan,
It’s all very safe!”
"Thank you! Well... I can just wash it myself!" Su Xiangwan said with a blushing face.
She is not used to others helping her bathe, not even women.
Jian Jia didn't force herself and signaled Su Xiangwan to come by herself, and she exited the bathroom.
Su Xiangwan didn't wash for long. He only took a quick medicated bath for a few minutes to wash away the possible sea smell from his body. He then rinsed hastily and changed his clothes and came out.
The mysterious woman also made her unable to feel at ease, although she felt that the woman meant no harm. And while taking a bath, she was repeatedly thinking about all the possibilities about this woman.
When she came out of the bath, the palace owner was already waiting for her.
"Are you feeling okay?" the palace master asked Su Xiangwan softly.
"Yeah! Very good! Thank you for your thoughtfulness! Xiaocao!" Su Xiangwan responded with a smile.
Grass!
The name suddenly came out of Su Xiangwan's mouth. She stared at the palace master's eyes, paying attention to her reaction.
Because she believes that no matter how much a person lies or covers up, her eyes cannot deceive others.
Su Xiangwan thought of the maid's words: bathing with that kind of potion was a wedding custom among the mountain people, and then she thought of the name.
Xiaocao, this is a name Qin Chuan would pronounce in his dreams. He also truthfully told Su Xiangwan about his past with this girl.
Isolated mountains, ancient primitive lifestyle, ancient customs...
With all this information presented, Su Xiangwan was sure that his judgment was correct.
After all, he had no connection with this woman, so why did she come all the way to save him?
She stared carefully into the palace lord's eyes. When she saw a flash of panic in the palace lord's eyes, she knew she had guessed correctly.
"Is it really her?" Su Xiangwan couldn't help but feel conflicted for a moment.
If this woman is Xiaocao, what is she facing now?
Savior? Friend? Rival?
The panic in the palace master's eyes just flashed past, and a calm water immediately returned.
"How did you know this name?" the palace owner asked Su Xiangwan with a smile. It was obvious that she was very surprised.
"Is it possible that the second person told me?" Su Xiangwan said: "My man used to shout this name in his dreams."
When the palace master heard this, his eyes instantly became hot, and the heat not only flashed in his eyes, but also poured into his heart.
"It turns out that he has not forgotten it for so long. If Xiaocao knows it, he can rest in peace!" The palace master was silent for a while, and a trace of sadness flashed in his beautiful eyes.
"What? Xiaocao, is she really...?" Su Xiangwan was stunned for a moment, but couldn't help feeling pity.
She heard Qin Chuan talk about Xiao Cao, and in Qin Chuan's opinion, Xiao Cao was most likely dead.
"Qin Chuan should have told you how Xiaocao disappeared from his world. How could there be a possibility of survival in such a way? So there is no need to doubt it!" the palace master said again.
"I'm sorry!" Su Xiangwan's beautiful eyes were full of apology.
She also pitied Xiaocao's past and deplored her fate. She knew that she was a girl who loved Qin Chuan deeply.
She only felt pity for this girl, without any resentment or rejection. From Qin Chuan's description, she could deeply feel her purity and kindness.
What's more, she is Qin Chuan's first woman, if she has become his woman.
"Are you from Xiaocao...?"
"I am the Palace Master of Qiancao Palace, a member of Xiaocao's clan. Xiaocao is the saint of our clan. Well, maybe you don't understand these worldly things. If you want to be a good wife, you should let your
The man has forgotten her. A dead person should not compete with you for the position in your man's heart!" The palace master said to Su Xiangwan sternly.
"Did you save me just to tell me this?" Su Xiangwan said.
Palace Master Qiancao was silent for a while and said: "Xiaocao has always had a wish, which may be a bit too much for you. Are you willing to help her realize it? Only you can help her realize this."
Su Xiangwan didn't ask what it was, and nodded directly. This was the only thing she could do for the poor girl.
"Thank you!" Palace Master Qiancao looked grateful and pleased.
"Xiaocao's biggest wish is to hold a wedding with her beloved according to the customs of our tribe. You will definitely not be able to do it all, but the most important custom of our tribe's wedding is that girls must wear this. You can do it for Xiaocao
Are you here?"
The Master of Qiancao Palace said, and then handed a strange metal pendant to Su Xiangwan's hand.
…
"Palace Master, why don't you tell her the truth?"
After Su Xiangwan left, the maid Jianjia boldly asked Palace Master Qiancao.
"Isn't what I told her the truth?"
"Yes! Palace Master!"
Jian Jia responded silently, yes! What the Palace Master told Su Xiangwan was the same as what he warned them: There is no more Saint Xiaocao in this world, only Palace Master Qiancao!
Palace Master Qiancao raised her head. There was a transparent dome above her head, and she could clearly see the sky.
It's a pity that this place is not in the deep mountains like before, and she can't see the clear and vast starry sky, but at this moment, the picture in her mind is clearer than anything else.
The bright moon is in the sky, the starry sky is vast, and the long mountain road is filled with longing gazes.
Only today did she realize that that moment was not a farewell. She had been in that person's heart and in his dream for many years.
The starry sky and I are both passers-by, only the long river of lovesickness flows together!