King of Hundred Victories Saber

Gugela extended her slender, onion-like fingers, her movements gentle as if afraid of disturbing a sleeping fairy, carefully picking this bouquet of flowers. She held it lightly with both hands, as if what she cradled was not a bouquet of flowers, but the most precious treasure in the world, bearing all her joy and anticipation.

She stood nervously in place, her feet as if rooted to the ground, yet moving slightly from time to time, much like a warrior about to head into battle, determined yet tinged with unease. Her gaze frequently turned towards the direction of the palace gate, filled with burning anticipation, as if the next moment Shi Feiyang would appear gracefully in front of her, just as he did in her dreams, bringing sunlight and hope, illuminating her entire world.

Finally, Shi Feiyang’s tall, pine-like figure appeared at the palace gate.

The moment Gugela saw him, her cheeks instantly blazed like ignited flames, as crimson as the brilliant and dazzling sunset-streaked sky, captivating and lively. She was shy like a startled deer, yet the plainswoman’s frankness drove her.

With lotus steps, she gently walked forward and handed the flowers to Shi Feiyang, her voice soft as a breeze lightly brushing over a lake, stirring ripples: ”Hero Shi, these are flowers I picked especially for you, hoping you will like them. I fell for them at first sight, just as I fell for you at first sight.”

As she spoke, she slightly lowered her head, her long, butterfly-like eyelashes gently trembling, as if recounting her inner panic and shyness, not daring to directly meet Shi Feiyang’s gaze. Yet she couldn’t help but secretly lift her eyes, using the corner of her eyes to glimpse Shi Feiyang’s reaction, her toes unconsciously tapping lightly on the ground, exuding a shy and endearing charm, like a newly blooming flower in spring, endearing and lovely.

Afterward, gathering all her courage, her chest slightly heaving, her voice was soft yet carried the plainswoman’s boldness, she softly asked: ”Hero Shi, have you ever seen a girl like me in the Central Plains? I am who I am, speaking boldly when in love, never hiding. I have liked you since the moment you stepped into my tribe, can you feel my intention?”

As soon as she spoke, she fixed her eyes on Shi Feiyang, her heart feeling like a lively rabbit jumping inside her chest, eagerly anticipating his response.

Shi Feiyang was slightly startled, his gaze falling on Gugela’s autumn water-like eyes, his expression softened a bit as he took the bouquet with both hands, saying: ”Miss Gugela, though the Central Plains are bustling, where women may be gentle and virtuous, or valiant and heroic, none compare to you, with the unique frankness and passion of the plains. This bouquet is beautiful, as pure as your heart. Yet I bear the duties of the Jianghu, wandering the lands, not daring to easily speak of romance. But your affection, I will surely remember in my heart.”

After speaking, Shi Feiyang slightly bowed, as a gesture of thanks, his eyes carried a hint of apology, yet also conveyed respect for Gugela.

Gugela was full of joy, immersed in her own world; due to the difference between Central Earth and plains culture, she did not catch the deeper meaning in Shi Feiyang’s words. To her ears, every word from Shi Feiyang was praise for her, which made her heart blossom with joy, like flowers in spring, her affection for Shi Feiyang growing stronger, like a flowing river, endless and unceasing.

Knowing Shi Feiyang was interested in plains culture, Gugela was as excited as a bird breaking free from its cage, regaining freedom.

In the spacious and bright hall of the small Royal Palace, colorful silk hangings adorned the surroundings, exquisite carpets covered the floor, and the walls were decorated with various ornaments featuring plains characteristics, under the soft lighting, the whole hall exuded a charming and unique aura.

Gugela wore a dazzling traditional dress, like a meticulously crafted artwork, embroidered with exquisite patterns of galloping horses, soaring eagles, and pure white sheep, each vividly lifelike.

Under the caress of the lighting, the silk threads on the attire shimmered charmingly, complementing Gugela’s graceful posture.

With the sudden rise of lively and passionate plains music.

The music seemed to come from the depths of the plains, full of endless vitality and life, Gugela began to dance lightly.

Her posture was graceful, like a willow swaying in the wind, soft yet resilient. Her dance steps were lively and playful, sometimes spinning, like a swift whirlwind, her skirt flying like blooming flowers, enticing and dripping with nectar; sometimes leaping, like a nimble fawn freely running across the vast plains, full of vigorous life and boundless energy.

During the dance, her gaze was like a magnet, occasionally looking at Shi Feiyang, filled with enthusiasm and expectation, seeming to tell deeply: Hero Shi, I wish to blend the plains’ passion and beauty into this dance, hoping you like my dance and can understand my heartfelt affection.

At the end of the dance, Gugela, like a bird returning to its nest, lightly ran to Shi Feiyang. Her cheeks flushed from the dance, like ripe apples, exuding an enticing glow.

Slightly panting, her chest lightly heaving, she eagerly asked: ”Hero Shi, how did I dance? Do you like this dance of the plains?”

Her eyes were filled with the light of longing for approval, like stars twinkling in the night sky, bright and burning, eagerly awaiting Shi Feiyang’s reply.