The Seven Princesses' Journey Across Time

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuzhen looked at Mo Luyi and felt that she was like a fairy in a painting against the backdrop of the petals, so beautiful that his eyes seemed glued to her and couldn't be taken away.

The delicate pink petals drifted gently down, some lingering in Mo Luyi's hair like natural accessories, while others landed on her shoulders, adding a touch of playfulness. Her eyes twinkled like stars, revealing a lively and intelligent spirit, and her cheeks were slightly flushed, just like the clouds from before.

Her lips parted slightly, as if about to say something, but no sound emanated. Her presence alone dimmed everything around her. A gentle breeze blew past, lifting the hems of her clothes and hair. Her graceful posture resembled a willow swaying in the wind.

Zhao Yuzhen's heart rippled with the wind, and he secretly marveled at how such a beautiful woman could exist in the world. This kind of beauty was not just about appearance, but also about a unique aura emanating from within, elegant and pure. It made one want to get closer, but fearing to offend the beauty, so one could only stand there quietly and admire this God-given beauty.

Mo Luyi noticed Zhao Yuzhen's gaze and turned to look at him. As their eyes met, the atmosphere became a little awkward. Mo Luyi was the first to break the silence and asked softly, "Does it look good?"

Zhao Yuzhen looked at her blankly and said, "It looks good..." Only then did he come to his senses, and then hurriedly turned his head away, pretending to be calm. Seeing his panic, Mo Luyi couldn't help but chuckle. The laughter was as clear as a silver bell, reaching Zhao Yuzhen's ears, making his face redder.

At that moment, a smile, like a spring breeze, instantly dispelled the awkward atmosphere created by Lei Wujie's utterly disastrous opening remarks. For a moment, everyone's gaze simultaneously turned towards the two of them. Xie Xuan gazed at them, unable to help but exclaim in praise, "What a perfect couple! They are like fairies descended to earth, both talented and beautiful! I envy the jade-carving man of the world, and I beg Heaven to give me a sweetheart." These words, like a beautiful poem, vividly captured the scene before them.

At this moment, Zhao Yuzhen's face flushed even more red, like a ripe apple, appearing particularly green and unripe, completely inconsistent with his beard. He shyly turned his head away, looking into the distance, as if trying to avoid the crowd's heated gaze.

Mo Lvyi, standing nearby, had just opened her mouth to say something when a subtle feeling suddenly washed over her. She keenly sensed Li Hanyi's approach, quickly dropped her smile, and turned her gaze in that direction. At the same time, Zhao Yuzhen also sensed Mo Lvyi's change and followed her gaze.

Xie Xuan noticed their actions, looked up, smiled and said to Sikong Changfeng: "Oh, an old friend is here." Then he shouted: "Brother Sikong." Then he pointed to the bookcase he had placed aside, and signaled Sikong Changfeng to throw it to him.

Seeing this, Sikong Changfeng smiled slightly and comforted him, "Don't worry, Brother Xie. This time she shouldn't look for a fight with you like usual." After saying that, he also turned his gaze to Zhao Yuzhen, but he was full of doubts about the relationship between the two of them.

Xie Xuan was filled with suspicion, but when he followed the other person's gaze towards where Zhao Yuzhen and the others were, he suddenly understood and blurted out, "So it's two women fighting for one man!"

At that moment, a graceful figure flashed before everyone's eyes like a gust of wind. It was Li Hanyi. Her gaze was completely drawn to Zhao Yuzhen, or more precisely, to Mo Luyi, who stood leaning against Zhao Yuzhen.

The moment Zhao Yuzhen saw Li Hanyi, memories of his obsession with descending the mountain and the long wait he'd had for her to find him flooded back. Every little detail of the past kept resurfacing in his mind, leaving him overwhelmed with emotion.

Mo Luyi, who was standing aside, keenly noticed the look in Li Hanyi's eyes when she looked at Zhao Yuzhen. The look was full of resentment and anger, just like a woman glaring at a heartless man.

Mo Luyi turned her head slightly, staring at Zhao Yuzhen beside her, and said softly: "Yuzhen, things have come to this point. No matter what, there must be a clear outcome between the two of you."

When Li Hanyi heard this, her long hair, like a waterfall, instantly flew up in the wind. Then her figure flashed and she flew away quickly like a light swallow. Her white skirt drew a graceful arc in the air.

Zhao Yuzhen first glanced deeply at Mo Luyi beside him. Then, without hesitation, he turned around, tapped the ground lightly, and transformed into a stream of light, following closely in the direction Li Hanyi had left.

Everyone stood there, their eyes fixed on the figures that were moving away. However, in just a moment, the two figures disappeared from everyone's sight, as if they had never appeared.

At this moment, Xie Xuan was about to walk towards Mo Luyi, wanting to say something to her. But before he could take a few steps, he suddenly heard Sikong Changfeng's voice calling out from behind him. He subconsciously looked up, only to see Sikong Changfeng swung his hands vigorously and threw his heavy bookcase straight at him.

Seeing this, Xie Xuan quickly exerted his strength and rushed forward, catching the bookcase steadily. He then walked towards Xiao Se and the others and said, "Ah, meeting the young men of Xueyue City today, I know that the claim of being the number one city in the Jianghu is not an exaggeration."

Then he opened the bookcase and took out the books while saying: "Let's say goodbye now. I'll give you a few books."

Then he handed a book to Ye Ruoyi: "This is for you."

Ye Ruoyi took the book and asked: "What is this?" Then she opened it and saw a dance on it.

Xie Xuan: "While the Ruoyi Sword Dance is a good dance, it carries too much killing energy. You are not in good health, so you shouldn't practice it often."

Then he pointed to the book in her hand and said, "This dance is like a startled wild goose. When it dances, it is like a wild goose soaring in the sky. It emphasizes gentleness and beauty, and avoids killing."

Ye Ruoyi bowed to Xie Xuan and expressed her gratitude: "Thank you, sir."

Xie Xuan looked at Lei Wujie who was standing beside him and handed him a scroll: "Hey, this is for you."

Lei Wujie took it with excitement and curiosity, then opened it and asked, "Hey! Senior, what is this?"

Xiao Se could see the name on it from such a distance: "Late Snow."

Xie Xuan pointed to the book in his hand and said, "This is written by Xie Feixuan, a talented woman from Jiangnan. It is so touching that it is said that even the empress in the palace cried after reading it."

Lei Wujie looked at Xie Xuan in bewilderment: "Ah~"

Xie Xuan: "You should learn from the protagonist in the book. Next time we meet, don't say such embarrassing words." As he said this, he covered his face with his hand and spoke to him in a low voice.

Lei Wujie glanced at Ye Ruoyi beside him with sudden realization, and Ye Ruoyi smiled with her hands covering her lips when she saw this.