Empress Fu Yao [Volume 1] (COMPLETED)✔

Clear Water, Flying Sleeves

"Be careful."

A warm and clean voice was heard, sounding a little detached. With the sound, a white streak swept forward like a ribbon and unfurled in mid-air. With a "shua" sound, it caught Meng Fuyao's hand that was grasping at air instinctively when she realized she was falling.

Fuyao's figure was immediately stopped in a dangerous, half fallen position, forming a 45 degree angle with the rocks underfoot. Not far underneath was a pool of clear water. Her long hair hung down onto the water surface, with some longer strands dancing in the current - it was an unstable, yet beautiful posture.

Because her sleeve was pulled tight, her clothes were stretched close to her body, revealing those perfectly exquisite hills and valleys. Under her willowy waist her robes scattered, fluttering like a dancing skirt. Even though she was wearing men's clothes, they still couldn't hide the natural charm of her figure.

The visions of the many people by the stream could not help but fix on her. There was a brief atmosphere of silence.

In the middle of Qi Xunyi's contingent, a horse carriage's curtains were suddenly lifted up a hair. With a veil covering her face, Pei Yuan gloomily watched the figure above the clear waters that could be considered a beauty with only a look. Her eyes exuded jealousy-induced malicious intent.

And in the first carriage, a pair of piercingly brilliant eyes turned, then let out a light "yi" sound. [1]

However, Meng Fuyao herself did not realize that this one pull had displayed her figure. She hurriedly used the strap that was holding her up, and with a twist of her waist she stood up straight. Only then was she able to take a look at the good Samaritan who had helped her in time.

The afternoon autumn sun shone through the dark green shade. Beside the clear stream, slightly yellow strands of grass were covered by the scattered rays of sunlight, and became even more brilliantly golden in color. Atop the tips of the grass, a white robe spread. It was a warm but distant man, young, graceful, his lips and pupils slightly paler than most people. When he smiled, the autumn sun and golden wind suddenly seemed to transform into spring breezes and blooming cherry blossoms.

Because he had thrown out his waist strap with flying sleeves, his robes had scattered outward. Yet this didn't give one a sense of inelegance or dishevelment; instead, it added to that originally present aura of remoteness, several degrees of natural serenity.

Meng Fuyao was shocked. She thought to herself, did she recently become blessed with peach blossom luck [2]? Among the men she met, too many were outstandingly handsome. While thinking this, she offered the waist belt back to its owner.

Just when she wanted to say a few words of gratitude, unexpectedly the other side calmly smiled, then softly said, "The strap was already slightly dirty, this lady can feel free to throw it away."

After saying he very politely nodded his head, then turned and left. He got onto a horse carriage behind Qi Xunyi's, and then the carriage sped off to another side to stop and rest. This left Meng Fuyao dumbly standing on the rocks, clenching the waist strap with surprise.

The strap was clearly completely new and in good condition, so white that even tofu would die of shame, and he actually said it was dirty?

This person's attitude was pretty strange. You couldn't say he was lofty and condescending - his manners were impeccable, he was cultured and modest, and when he didn't want the belt he gave the completely inoffensive excuse of self-respect. But you couldn't say he was friendly - he clearly didn't seem very amiable, even immediately abandoning the strap she had gripped like worthless scrap.

After Meng Fuyao stared for a half while, she hatefully used the waist strap to wipe her hands. That guy didn't want it anyways!

Only after she wiped her hands and carefully inspected did she discover, the waist strap was actually made from fabric that weaved Heaven silkworm's silk together with white gold strands; in the middle was a similar-colored mutton fat jade [3]. The strap was expensive, yet unostentatious, just like the man.