In the chrysanthemum garden on the west side of the back garden, hundreds of chrysanthemums are blooming.
Murong Wushuang was walking along with Zi Yan, and from a distance he saw Nalan Xizi in a light rice skirt under the persimmon tree beside the chrysanthemum garden.
The beautiful face is reflected in the bright sun, making it even more beautiful and charming.
The little maid Qingliu loves to play, but she has already slipped away to the chrysanthemum garden to pick flowers.
Murong Wushuang stared at Nalan Xizi's back indifferently, walking slowly through the flowers and looking for a path.
From a distance, I saw the persimmon tree above her head covered with persimmons, and I couldn't help but be intrigued.
Her pace remained unchanged, but her fingers secretly made a finger shape in her sleeves.
Under the control of her mental power, a small magic wind blade took shape on the persimmon tree.
With the snap of Murong Wushuang's fingers, the wind blade cut off the stem of an early-ripening persimmon on the tree directly opposite Nalan Xizi's head.
The orange-red persimmon turned into an afterimage and hit Nalan Xizi on the head.
Slowly lowering his fingers, Murong Wushuang fixed his gaze on Nalan Xizi's back.
She would like to see how Nalan Xizi reacts
The moment the persimmon fell, Nalan Xizi's delicate body flashed and she had already slipped three steps away.
Snapped!
With a muffled sound, the ripe persimmons exploded on the ground.
The orange juice splashed out in all directions, but not even a drop of it stuck to Nalan Xizi's beige dress.
Her movements are so agile and graceful that if you weren't paying close attention, you wouldn't have noticed.
A sneer flashed across Murong Wu's eyes
Without even raising his head, he escaped so easily
Miss Nalan, your skills are indeed powerful
It's a pity that your ability to disguise is far inferior to that of the Sixth Prince.
With his mind spinning, Murong Wushuang kept walking, slowly walking towards the Juyuan. The purpose was of course not to attract Nalan Xizi's attention.
"Mr. Murong, we are here!"
At this time, the little maid Qingliu walked out of the chrysanthemum garden after picking chrysanthemums. When she saw Murong Wushuang and Zi Yan, she raised her arms to say hello.
Nalan Xizi also turned towards the two of them, with a smile on her lips.
After exchanging pleasantries, a few people went to a pavilion not far away and sat down to drink tea and admire the chrysanthemums.