kingnovel Chapter 1035: Resting under the Cassia Tree
Chapter 1035: Resting under the Cassia Tree
Chapter 1035: Resting under the Cassia Tree
The three of them trotted all the way to the osmanthus tree.
The fragrance of osmanthus tree.
Very intoxicating.
In those distant years, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, with its unique rhythm, painted a tranquil and profound picture. Its roots, like bronze veins, are deeply rooted in the heart of the soil, absorbing the essence of the earth; the branches are vigorous and powerful, as if engraved with countless stories, and each ring is whispering the vicissitudes of time. The leaves of sweet-scented osmanthus are as green as jade, densely packed, as if they are the green feathers of the tree, flashing the light of vitality in the sun. Every golden autumn, the sweet-scented osmanthus blooms, and the elegant fragrance wafts away, like the fragrance spread by the fairies in the moon palace, which is intoxicating and makes the whole world immersed in a poetic fragrance. The sweet-scented osmanthus tree is not just a tree, but also a fable about time, memory and beauty. The flowers of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree are dotted among the green branches and leaves like stars in the sky. The beige petals are delicate and elegant, and the fragrance they emit is elegant and long-lasting, as if the fairy dew from the moon palace quietly falls on the earth, making the whole autumn immersed in this sweet fragrance. Every time a breeze blows, a few sweet-scented osmanthus flowers lightly fall, like golden raindrops, flashing attractive light in the sun, adding a bit of poetry and tranquility to the earth.
Osmanthus, the silver elves, dotted among the emerald green leaves, like stars in the night sky falling into the mortal world. Each osmanthus flower is small and exquisite, with four petals tightly hugging each other, exuding a faint but intoxicating fragrance. The leaves are dark green and shiny, as if they are jade pendants carefully carved by nature, providing the best stage background for the fragrance of osmanthus. Whenever the breeze blows, the osmanthus and leaves dance together, and a silent symphony is quietly performed in the forest.
Water Lotus was intoxicated by the fragrance of the flowers and sat down under the osmanthus tree.
She waved her hands and said something in a refusing tone.
Shui Furong: "I won't run or walk anymore. No matter how much you eat, you will have to vomit it out if you can't digest it!" Yelu Jing'er was surprised and immediately tilted her head, asking her in confusion.
Yelu Jing'er: "Hmm?"
Yelu Jing'er: "Rong'er, you can actually eat your fill, and you dare to eat your fill?"
Yelu Jing'er: "Aren't the customs and rules on the snowy plains such that you can't eat your fill?"
This is "The Art of Hunger". He has been pursuing it all his life, but he has never been satisfied. It is a desire that can never be full, as if his heart is an endless wilderness, where any food will be swallowed up instantly without leaving a trace. This feeling is both a painful curse and a driving force for him to move forward. Moreover, his life journey is like an endless feast, and every bite of taste is only a short-lived comfort, which then disappears in the abyss of the soul. This endless hunger is both a shackle that tortures him and a mysterious trigger that drives him to explore continuously. His heart is vast and deep, like an uncultivated land. Even if the delicacies fall like rain, they cannot fill the bottomless desire. Shui Furong whispered.
He shook his head slightly and spoke.
Shui Furong: "Well, my aunt said that the people here are not as poor as those on the snowy plains. Naturally, they don't need to stay so hungry."
Shui Furong: "Always be alert to the danger of freezing to death."
Yelu Jing'er: "Oh, I see!"
The two people have a clear mind.
Suddenly, he was frightened by Yelu Beichen's exclamation.
Yelu Beichen: "Who, who is hiding there, come out!"