The Fantasy World of Chivalrous Disciples

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Zhao Xiaomei has almost lost count of how long it has been since she last spoke to Zhao Kuo, probably because she has become a loser in both public and private matters since she returned to Zhao's house that day.

The teacher criticized her recklessness and lack of plan, her friends deliberately distanced themselves because of her outrageous behavior, and even the servants made some gossip, but Zhao Kuo remained silent.

From then on, there were two moons in Zhao Xiaomei's night: one was the moon hanging in the sky, which was the reflection of the sun. It could not feel the distance and temperature. Maybe it was not an entity because it was too far away; the other moon appeared in the sky.

Zhao family, it is the phantom of Zhao Kuo during the day, and it goes crazy at night! But as long as it sees Zhao Xiaomei, the phantom will become as silent as the moon, its eyes are as distant as Zhao Xiaomei, and at the same time as cold as

a stranger.

Unconsciously, everyone has changed just like the impermanent four seasons. The flowers we saw in the Holy Land are now gradually blooming in Yuyi Town.

"Has spring come?" Zhao Xiaomei thought to herself: "But I always feel that time is still stuck in that place and has never taken a step forward."

Su Qing came to Zhao Xiaomei's study room after a long absence. He remained silent and just stood at the door.

Zhao Xiaomei stayed far away, sitting in front of the low table, and asked: "What are you doing here? Has there been any reply from Shen Qiongzhi?"

"No, nothing." Su Qing crossed her arms and hugged her chest. She didn't feel any remorse for her answer and said, "More than three months have passed, and she hasn't come to see me or look for me.

Miss, based on Shen Qiongzhi’s reaction after receiving the letter, I can almost conclude that the letter was written by the old lady in the Holy Land to Shen Qiongzhi, but I have no idea about the content of the letter."

Zhao Xiaomei said: "Then what else are you doing here?"

Perhaps it was an illusion, Zhao Xiaomei saw Su Qing opening her mouth to speak, but she couldn't hear a single word, as if she was blown away by a gust of wind.

Although she didn't hear it, she still continued to ask: "Am I no longer of use to you? I have broken trust with everyone and fallen out of favor with my brother. I hate myself as much as I hate you."

"In the past few days, I have been organizing the Shangsi Festival for my junior sister Yue Qingling, and I am almost bored to death with her picking out clothes every day! Are you interested, Miss? This is a grand event organized by your brother, Yu Yihou.

"Su Qing said a few more words that Zhao Xiaomei couldn't hear, and hesitated to speak, but Zhao Xiaomei understood what he meant.

"No!" Zhao Xiaomei stood up and walked to Su Qing. She looked ahead and did not fall on anyone: "During the war, holding any banquets or gatherings will only increase the burden of people's lives...I

Just go find your brother!"

"No need to look for it." Su Qing leaned against the door and yawned lazily: "Tomorrow is the Shangsi Festival, and the entire North Town will cease fighting for this, including Mr. Bai and Miss Murong. In fact, it is the two of them who

People brought about this armistice, even though it was only for a short day."

Zhao Xiaomei's eyes, which had been frustrated for a long time, were glowing again. She blocked Su Qing in front of him and refused to let him leave. She said, "What's going on? Isn't the fight over? Is it over?"

"I want to, but it's difficult." Su Qing finally showed a helpless look at this time: "The coalition forces of Beizhen and Rouran started attacking on the day of the Spring Equinox, and hit the wall one after another in front of the Great Wall, losing many troops.

How could they give up when they are about to enter the border?"

Zhao Xiaomei was at a loss.

"In short, everyone will attend the sacrificial ceremony in front of the Goddess River tomorrow. Madam Du Juan has been waiting for you." After Su Qing said this, he bowed and said, "Miss, please come over as soon as possible."

Ajuan specially bought all kinds of new clothes, rouge and gouache for Zhao Xiaomei. She originally thought they would be wasted like this, but Zhao Xiaomei lived up to her full expectations.

She picked up her hairbrush for the first time in a long time and treated Zhao Xiaomei like her elders.

"The slave family also celebrated the Si Festival in the Miao Village. At that time, everyone in the village, both men and women, would gather together, listen to the witches' prayers, and then jump into the river to play. Many girls' families took this opportunity to get to know other men.

"

Zhao Xiaomei asked: "Has Sister Ajuan met other men?"

"Of course!" Ajuan said: "The Nu family is not the kind of chick who is easily deceived."

Zhao Xiaomei asked: "Then how did you fall in love with your brother? Have you forgotten the man before?"

"I forgot." Ajuan showed a bit of disgust, but it was far less impressive than her charming smile like a spring flower: "As time goes by, I will naturally forget."

Zhao Xiaomei sighed inappropriately: "So this is it..."

In order to arrive at the Goddess River on time tomorrow, the girls who have not yet passed must put on makeup and dress up one day in advance. Even when sleeping, they must not destroy their modesty, because the upcoming festival the next day may very well determine the rest of their lives.

Zhao Xiaomei was dressed up like a shy hibiscus flower waiting to bloom. The brightly colored spring clothes were covered with seemingly overlapping textures. They were sewn in just the right places, forming a visual beauty.

Although the girl's face was covered with lead powder, she was not pale, and her shy face was white and rosy.

Not long after, Ajuan brought Zhao Xiaomei to Yao Caiwei. This second sister-in-law usually didn't talk much, but she was very decent and knew what to say and what not to say.

"You didn't go to the spring outing, Nang Zhi didn't blame you." Yao Caiwei touched Zhao Xiaomei's hand and said sincerely: "But tomorrow, you have to try to be as happy as possible. No matter what... I'm begging you."

Faced with this sudden begging, Zhao Xiaomei was extremely frightened and hurriedly stood up to say goodbye: "Sister-in-law talks like this, how do you want me to deal with myself?"

"Don't blame me for being abrupt. In fact, Nangzhi did all this for you." Yao Caiwei sighed and didn't want to say anything more.

Ajuan went over and hugged Yao Caiwei: "Caiwei, you are not allowed to look so sad tomorrow, understand? Okay, you have to go to bed early tonight."

In this way, Zhao Xiaomei stayed in Ajuan's house all night.

There were many moments when Zhao Xiaomei wanted to leave this home, but when she thought of the two lovely and pitiful women Ajuan and Yao Caiwei at home, her empty heart immediately strengthened.

"For me? Brother, what do you want to do..."

As soon as the sun came up, the Zhao family's motorcade had already left Yuyi Town.

Although Zhao Kuo, the Marquis of the Imperial Guard, had repeatedly declared a ceasefire today and called on all common people, nobles, and soldiers to go to the Goddess River to enjoy the joy of the festival, during the war, no ordinary person was willing to take such a risk.

Therefore, at the beginning of the festival, in addition to the soldiers who came to the Goddess River, there were only a few nobles who were close to the Zhao family, merchants, and a few people who had been in Yuyi Academy.

Zhao Xiaomei didn't know many people. The aristocratic businessmen thought she was Zhao Kuo's political enemy and did not dare to approach her, so she took the initiative to find Su Qing.

Yue Qingling and Jingjie got better at some point. Even though they were led by girls most of the time, Zhao Xiaomei could still see how willing Jingjie was.

Zang Boyan is the best friend of the Zhao family. He is similar in age to Zhao Xiaomei, but he has long been attached to her, and he deliberately stays away from Zhao Xiaomei to avoid suspicion.

"Why are everyone here in pairs?" Zhao Xiaomei made a rare joke. Su Qing felt that she was talking to herself and immediately responded: "I think I can also make a pair with you."

"hehe……"

While waiting, Zhao Xiaomei soon felt bored and returned to the carriage to rest.

After a while, Yue Qingling's cheerful voice came from outside.

"Look, look! It's here, on the other side of the river!"

"Where is it? Why can't I see it?" This is the voice of thorns.

Zhao Xiaomei opened the curtains and stuck her head out.

Another army seemed to be coming across the river, but their flags did not indicate that they belonged to any force or country.

"Flowers?" Zhao Xiaomei asked in surprise: "Why are there embroidered flowers on the flag?"

There are no words, just a flower, pure red and white, as if symbolizing blood and mourning.

In a moment, a general wearing white armor and riding a white horse appeared on the other side of the river. His helmet had a very special shape, with a pair of bird wings spread out to both sides. His proud figure looked like a white

of phoenix.