latelenovela Chapter 458 Bright Moon Villa 2-Bedroom Apartment 1
Chapter 458 Bright Moon Villa 2-Bedroom Apartment 1
Fusheng pulled the horse, got off the carriage, and respectfully said to the people in the carriage, "Son-in-law, Princess, we have arrived."
Dongfang Jin lifted the corner of the carriage curtain, stepped out of the carriage, stood on the carriage shaft, and looked at Mingyue Manor in front of her.
The carved vermilion gate was wide open, and sunlight poured in like scattered gold.
The four gilded characters "Mingyue Villa" on the plaque shone even brighter under the light.
The brushstrokes were vigorous yet exuded nobility; every stroke seemed to embody royal grandeur, after all, it was written by the emperor's cousin himself.
The ink strokes convey the majesty of the imperial palace, as well as a touch of warmth among relatives.
The faint sound of flowing water could be heard from inside the door, as if even the wind knew the weight of the plaque.
The fragrance of grass and flowers was exceptionally gentle, as if afraid of disturbing this world stained with dragon ink.
The Mingyue Manor is divided into several areas, the most representative of which are the "Five Elements Courtyard" and the "Five Elements Hot Spring Pool".
She set all of this up according to the Five Elements Spring of the Ruyi Realm.
This allows the Five Elements Spring to also play its role.
Centered around the "Five Elements Courtyard," it is surrounded by two small courtyards named after the flowers of the twelve months of the year.
Each of these twelve courtyards has a large, semi-enclosed terrace on the roof of each inpatient building, facing north.
The courtyards are also built around water, with twelve "flower goddesses" as the guiding elements, each courtyard offering a unique view and concealing its own secrets.
January, early spring, Lengmei Residence.
Upon entering the main residence: "Sparse Shadows".
The exterior walls are covered with dark blue bricks and stones, and ice-crack patterned glass lamps hang from the eaves.
A gentle spring breeze knocked softly on the courtyard door, and the plum blossoms in the yard seemed to receive a mysterious summons.
The red plum blossoms are like rosy clouds on the horizon, with layers of scarlet petals surrounding tender yellow stamens, like a beautiful dream dyed by time.
The white plum blossoms resemble snow-covered branches, with icy skin and jade-like bones, so pure that they are untouched by any dust. They tremble gently in the breeze, like fairies descending to earth, standing alone and aloof from the world.
Stepping into the courtyard, you are greeted by a sea of flowers.
The wind keeps its promise, and the flowers bloom without fail; the wind carries the rich fragrance of plum blossoms, drifting gently through the air...
The luxurious interior is imbued with the pure spirit of plum blossoms, with the rosewood canopy bed railings decorated with a "Plum Blossoms and Snow Competing for Spring" motif using inlaid techniques.
Jade from Hetian was ground into iron bars, rubies were carved into petals, and tiny diamonds were inlaid in the stamens like stars...
Hanging on the wall is a scroll painting titled "Sparse Shadows on Lonely Mountain," a silk painting depicting an old plum tree leaning out from a green rock, with the inscription "Not seeking praise for its beautiful colors, but leaving only its pure fragrance to fill the universe," perfectly capturing the spirit of the Yuan dynasty.
On the antique shelf, a gilded plum blossom patterned tea cup has a restrained luster, with "green calyx plum blossoms" engraved on its body.
Among the petals, one can vaguely see the words "I know from afar it is not snow, for there is a faint fragrance" engraved in the ice cracks;
The "Vermilion Plum" ornament, carved from mutton fat jade, has petals dyed cinnabar color with madder juice, and a South Sea pearl is inlaid at the stamen, just like frozen rain freezing in the heart of the flower.
The bronze incense burner is sculpted in the shape of an old plum tree with five plum blossoms in three layers of openwork.
When incense is burned, the wisps of smoke meander upwards from between the petals, intertwining with the sparse shadows of the real plum blossoms outside the window.
The imagery of "sparse shadows slant across the clear, shallow water, a faint fragrance drifts in the twilight" from Lin Bu's poem "Plum Blossoms in a Mountain Garden" is all captured in this wisp of plum fragrance.
The window lattice is carved with "ice-patterned plum blossoms" and covered with cicada-wing gauze. When sunlight shines through, the room is filled with delicate, pale red hues.
The plum blossom tassels hanging from the corners of the tent, along with the air itself, are imbued with the elegant poetic charm of "Suddenly, a clear fragrance arises overnight, spreading spring across the vast universe."
A poem inscribed on the poem, "Plum Blossoms in a Mountain Garden".
All the flowers have faded and fallen, yet it alone remains radiant, captivating the small garden with its charm.
Shuying horizontally and shallow water, subtle fragrance floating moon dusk.
The frosty bird, about to descend, first steals a glance; if the butterflies knew, they would surely be heartbroken.
Fortunately, we have gentle verses to share, so there's no need for clappers and golden goblets.
The second courtyard is the main residence, with a "hidden fragrance".
The flowers here are mostly wintersweet or red plum (pinzi plum), with a fragrance as sweet as honey, and a faint scent that smells like distant mountain clouds and mist at first.
Its aroma is rich and mellow, like the aftertaste of aged wine, especially on a moonlit night or after a snowfall.
The cool fragrance drifted on the cold wind, and the whole courtyard was immersed in its lingering aroma.
The flowers are dense, like stars adorning the branches, and the golden wintersweet is as translucent as amber.
The deep red plum blossoms, intense like rouge, contrast with the sparse plum blossoms, making their fragrance even more penetrating amidst the lively scene.
The curtain hangs with "nine-fold cloud patterns," and glass lanterns and bamboo curtains hang under the corridor. Newly blooming winter plum blossoms are inserted diagonally at the eaves, their sparse shadows floating like ice silk.
On the table, in a celadon vase, lie two or three newly picked red plum blossoms, their petals glistening with dew like weeping cinnabar, their cool fragrance drifting in through the window.
A stove simmered sandalwood cakes, and a fox fur cushion covered a sandalwood couch. Light and shadow filtered through the ice-patterned window lattice.
The dappled shadows of plum blossoms fall onto the silk tea mat, where the tea smoke dances with the fragrance of plum blossoms. The room is filled with a serene tranquility, as if cleansed by ice and snow, yet the floral scent adds a touch of warmth.
A poem inscribed on the poem, "The Fragrance of Plum Blossoms".
The wax stamens are like solidified gold and scattered jade, and the rouge dots pierce through ten thousand branches in autumn.
Stars adorn the trees, fragrance fills the sea; distant peaks float in the mist, their charm flowing freely.
The fragrance after the snow is crisp and cold, and the moon shines with a cold and icy beauty in her eyes.
Why bother distinguishing high and low among sparse shadows? It has already claimed the top spot in the world.
February, mid-spring, Xingli Residence.
The first row was planted with apricot trees, the main feature being "Zhuohua".
White walls with moon gates, and colorful wind chimes hanging under the eaves.
Spring returns to the earth, and the gentle sunlight shines down on the world, awakening the apricot trees in the courtyard that have been dormant all winter.
Among the branches, the apricot blossoms seem to have been carefully painted by nature, one after another, one cluster after another, crowding the branches in a lively and bustling manner.
Some petals are white with a hint of pink, just like a young girl's blushing cheeks; the white is pure and flawless, like the first snow melting in spring.
Some apricot blossoms trembled slightly, like a group of fairies dressed in pink and white dancing skirts, gracefully dancing.
Some flowers are in full bloom, displaying their beauty without reservation.
The golden stamens shimmered with tiny lights under the sunlight, attracting bees and butterflies to busily flit among the flowers, their buzzing sounds further highlighting the liveliness of spring.
The interior screen is painted with the "Apricot Blossoms and Swallows in Spring" picture, and the antique shelf displays official kiln apricot-yellow glazed porcelain.
A glass flower vase sits on the table, filled with dewy apricot blossoms. As the wind blows, the petals flutter down onto the bamboo mat.
A poem inscribed on the poem, "Encountering Apricot Blossoms on a Spring Day".
On a spring day, I crossed the Broken Bridge to seek out fragrant blossoms; the east wind carried the scent of apricots.
Pink clouds fill the trees where golden sparrows perch, and white buds adorn the branches, reflecting the azure sky.
It does not envy the peach blossoms for their vibrant beauty, but instead leads the spring season with its understated elegance.
Let us keep the beauty of flowers in our hearts, and look forward to meeting them again every year on this very morning.
Every June, the wind, carrying the sunshine, ripens the apricots on the branches.
The green apricots had long lost their astringency, turning into a translucent pale yellow, with a hint of rouge-colored blush, their heavy weight bending the branches...
The second courtyard was planted with pear trees, and the main residence was named "Su Xue" (meaning "pure snow").
White walls frame a moon-shaped gate, and wind chimes with ice crystal patterns hang under the eaves.
The pear blossoms in the courtyard seemed to have been forgotten on the branches by winter snow, or like clouds falling from the sky to earth, layer upon layer.
Around the Spring Equinox, thousands upon thousands of blossoms weigh down the branches, resembling snow covering the branches. When the wind blows, the petals flutter down like shattered jade falling onto the steps.
Upon closer inspection, each pear blossom is composed of five pure white petals, resembling a meticulously crafted work of art.
The petals were so pure and without a trace of impurity that they shimmered with a subtle glow under the gentle caress of the sunlight, much like the delicate skin on a young girl's cheek.
The stamens are pale yellow, slender and soft, with a touch of faint red at the tip, like stars adorning the scene, adding a touch of playfulness and liveliness to the pure white pear blossoms.
The delicate fragrance of pear blossoms permeated the entire courtyard; though not intensely rich, it possessed just the right amount of freshness.
Its fragrance is so enticing that it refreshes the mind and body, as if all worries are gently swept away by its delicate aroma.
The indoor screen is painted with the "Pear Blossoms and Birds" scene, and the antique display shelf features sweet white glazed porcelain from the official kiln.
On the table sits a jade vase filled with pear blossoms glistening with raindrops, the dew clinging to the petals, threatening to dampen one's clothes.
On the bamboo mat in front of the steps, pear petals are sometimes seen piled up into exquisite snow mounds, as if one has mistakenly entered the Moon Palace.
A poem inscribed on the poem, "Seeing Pear Blossoms in Spring".
Spring branches quietly unfurl their delicate petals, their pale shadows swaying in the sunlight against the azure sky.
It does not chase after the bright red flowers to compete with the warm sun, but leaves behind an endless elegance.
The wind carries the fragrance of fallen petals, filling my sleeves; the rain moistens the delicate blossoms, their essence yet to melt.
Let us wait for the Lord of Spring to always favor us, so that our graceful figures may smile in the spring breeze year after year.
In the sweltering heat of July, the pear tree branches are laden with greenish-yellow fruits, like countless moons rounded by the sunlight.
The ripe pears gleam with a honey-colored sheen, and a thin layer of fruit wax condenses around the sepals. The sweet fragrance of the pears mingles with the scent of herbs and trees, creating a cool cloud in the summer heat.