Wind in summer,sweet breath chills the sleepy land: misty hill, moor and glen. Amethyst blooms fade under shafts of faltering light, declares gentleness . As the springtime sings in melodic serenity, summer turns up rhythm & adds own, sweet serenade . late summer wind are the red flags of poppy petals, a living masterpiece of nature. Though they grow unnoticed by so many viewers. Blue sky was dotted with fluffy white clouds that drifted lazily in the gentle breeze. Sedate Shanghai river was veiled in dyed leaves & amethyst petals.
The Imperial Research Chamber of Scholars was standing beside Shanghai river with legendary stature. Magnificence of the Imperial chamber in Jianghu is dernier. This chamber not only shows elegance or glory, but also it's architecture is worthy of catching peoples eye. Affluence of this architecture is suitable of praises. As it was crafted by famous crafts men of Imperial capital , every carved shape was accurate according architecture measurements. The courtyard was brimmed with herbs & foreign plants. Dyed petals veiled 'Imperial Research Chamber of Scholars' celestially. Near research faculty chamber's window , as Petal's were floating fairly in ethereal , someone was attentively studying the ''Way of Dao, Way of heart & heaven's will''. He was alike an elegant young man with a noble aura surrounding him. His academic appearance could bewitch people easily. Awhile petal's dropped down like snow drop in his wine cup . As he looked forward , he smiled moderately towards other person. She was none other but a slender women dressed in absolute white clothing. Her attire was adorned in blue transparent sheets, hair was tied up in a bun, held up by black & white phoenix hairpin on the top left of her head. She has one long piece of hair, reaching down to her knees, let loose in the front that splits into two and intertwines with itself. Her skin was tanned but her eyes were deep midnight blue beautified by long eyelashes. She was as if a celestial fairy. She replied to him in a sweet tone as she turned around to arrange the book- shelf.
"I'm afraid you are loosing patience nowadays"
The other said in mild-tone, " Are you regretting about your past decision ?"
" Lian Yingxiao, why should I ? Since, the day I called you mine am I supposed to ? " She laughed as she replied him.
" Think about one you believe in now. So, am I allowed to call you mine? " Lian Yingxiao said while sipping in his wine.
" People in love become spouses till the end & I long for a heart never tear apart ."
Lian Yingxiao grinned, " hmm ..m...., I seem to lack the ability of love . Everyone has an addiction, mine just happens to be you."
"Lian, Qiong junzi has been observing influence of yin & yang in fundamental wugong. He received some research details. Today at Ming-hua hall he wishes to hold a meeting with Scholars of chamber."
"Then, pass the order, behalf of me."
"The Shirong seal, Your highness the emperor might want reason for holding a meeting."
"I will discuses with Imperial father about the matter, he won't interrupt." replied Lian as he turned towards the widow.
The boundless beautiful scenery of outside was sure to be admired by people. As if heaven ascended to shanghai river today as a offering of Deva. Amethyst petals has graced today's glamour. For an artist the nature is heaven's blessing.
"As for the shirong seal, we indeed need to be cautious." Lian said while he was absent minded towards Ai's warning's.
As Ai turned to left she sighed. She aware of near future, anxious but yet remained clam.
Those sorrows was drowning in beneath summers melodic serenity.Beneath petal's as if the world want's to veil her grievance, her sorrows & hatred.
Near , Mei-hui hall the melody of elegy's serenade broke the silence of chamber. Ai swiftly runned her hands over guqin's string.While performing the tune, she met a pair of jet-black eyes, which showed affection towards her, As they both were under willow tree covered in petals. Drowned in serenades melody . Lian recited "Drunken Joy" as he amicably offers smiles toward Ai
" In lovers eyes foremost is beauty,
Before our wine cups, we marry -make an vain
So grieved the candlelit, wishes to remorse pain
In tears it melt's till moonlit's again. ''