Peony Fairy

  "The one holding the jade flute is Bi Lian, the fairy of the green lotus. She's a dual prodigy with both flute and zither, and she's also the youngest flower fairy in the Hundred Flowers Pavilion. It's said that King Zhao has already taken a liking to her, and when she turns 15, she'll be married into the royal family as a princess."

  "Fifteen years old? Isn't it against the law?" Zhen Ming said with a bitter smile.

  Fei Long turned his head, looking at Zhen Ming Su with a strange expression: "What's wrong? A woman is 15 years old and has just reached the age of marriage. It's the best time to get married. If she misses this opportunity, it will be difficult for her to marry a good family again. If she's lucky, she'll get married at 15, give birth to a child at 16, and become a mother-in-law in her thirties. A woman's life is considered successful."

  Zhen Ming was bitter and speechless, asking: "Have you married a wife?"

  Fei Long's expression turned gloomy: "I got married early on, but a few years ago she died in childbirth. The child was born without anyone to breastfeed it and couldn't be raised."

  Zhen Ming sympathetically patted his shoulder.

  Fei Long didn't seem so sorrowful, and quickly recovered, sighing: "Actually this is better for them, at least they don't have to follow me through hardships and sufferings."

  Just as they were talking, someone in the crowd suddenly shouted: "The Peony Fairy is coming out!"

  Fei Long no longer spoke to Zhen Ming, turned his head back, held his breath, and stared intently at the gate in front of him, with a holy glow flashing on his face, like a devout pilgrim.

  It's not just Fei Long, but also the people around him have almost the same expression. The entire Luoyang Street seems to have come to a standstill, with no more noise, and passing vehicles have stopped on one side of the road, with people inside getting out of their cars to watch.

  Zhen Ming sighed and couldn't help but turn his head, gazing at the gatehouse in front of him.

  "Look! The peony fairy has come out!"

  "It's been a year since we last met, and the peony fairy has become even more beautiful and elegant."

  The surrounding cheers and applause were like those of the 21st-century star-chasers, who shouted their idols' names hoarsely and followed them to the ends of the earth just to catch a glimpse of their idol's car tail lights disappearing into the distance, and even felt honored to inhale the exhaust fumes from their idol's car.

  A woman wearing a pink dress like a cloud, with a white veil covering her face, holding a pipa in her arms, walked out of the gate tower slowly, supported by a very beautiful little maid, with a gentle and elegant posture, without looking around.

  That extremely beautiful little girl was the same little girl who had once saved Zhen's life at the back door of Hongyuan Bieyuan, Miao Yu.

  Behind her, two maids with good looks held up the back of her long skirt and escorted her all the way to the red carpet at the entrance.

  At this moment, a young man with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a shiny dagger in the other, dressed in bright clothes, rushed out from the crowd, running towards the Peony Fairy, shouting: "Peony Fairy, just let me see you once, if I can't see you today, I'll die here!"

  This sudden change made everyone around stop shouting, and in just a few seconds, the young man had already rushed to the red carpet in front of the Hongyuan Pavilion.

  Eight samurai standing beside the carriage all drew their swords, reacting with such swiftness that it was clear they had undergone rigorous training. They rushed towards the young man quickly, but unfortunately, despite their reaction speed, they were still a step too slow.

  Just as the young man with a knife was about to rush up to Peony Fairy...

  A figure suddenly rushed out of the courtyard and blocked the way in front of Peony Fairy, without seeing how he moved, a palm knife struck down, knocking the dagger out of the young man's hand, deeply embedded in the stone floor.

  This hand strength and body method not only deeply grasp the subtlety of force application, but also control the timing with precision, without harming that young man in the slightest.

  A cry of surprise rose from the crowd.

  That peony fairy seemed to have long been accustomed to such sudden situations, and from start to finish, she didn't reveal a hint of panic, only slightly furrowing her delicate eyebrows, showing that she was also very annoyed by this frantic behavior.

  Those several warriors in the distance had already rushed to the back of that frenzied young man, pinning him tightly to the ground, unable to move even a finger.

  The peony fairy walked past him as if nothing had happened, and only turned her head to take a look when she reached the side of the carriage. She whispered a few words in the ear of the little maid beside her, then got on the carriage.

  The pretty girl then turned around and walked over to the middle-aged man who was good with his hands, saying a few words in a low voice.

  The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before waving his hand at the warriors: "Let him go."

  Eight warriors released the young man, but as soon as they let go of him, he got up from the ground and rushed towards Peony Fairy.

  The middle-aged man obviously did not expect this young man to be so persistent, to the point of being reckless, caught off guard, missed the best opportunity to intercept, his face sank, and he coldly snorted: "Looking for death!"

  At the same time, he snatched the long sword from the hands of the warriors beside him, and rushed forward. Looking at his posture, it was clear that he wanted to stab the young man in the throat before he could rush to Peony Fairy's side.

  Just as the young man was about to be killed, his body suddenly dodged like a vicious dog snatching food, barely avoiding the long sword that stabbed at his neck, and pounced under the feet of Peony Fairy.

  His action was ungraceful, but it inadvertently allowed him to dodge the attack, and his hand happened to grab one of her small feet.

  Just as Peony Fairy was about to get on the horse carriage, she was suddenly grabbed by the ankle, her body slightly shook, and a small, black, shiny object fell out of her arms, hitting the young man's head.

  It was a shiny black, transparent glass material, square and regular black object that fell on the young man's head and smashed to the ground one meter away.

  That young man didn't mind at all that his head was smashed into a package, and he lay on the ground, shouting wildly: "I touched the fairy's foot, I touched the fairy's foot, haha..."

  The man was dragged away by the eight samurai who had rushed forward, his feet bound, and pulled to a distance of over ten meters. The middle-aged swordsman walked up to him with a gloomy face, grasped the hilt tightly, and stabbed him fiercely in the chest...

  It seemed that the young fanatic was about to lose his life on the spot...

  "No!"

  "Stop!"

  Two crisp and clear voices of reproach sounded at the same time, one from the lovely little maid Miao Yu, and the other from Peony Fairy.

  The beautiful little girl Miao Yu's face was pale, obviously frightened by the middle-aged man's ruthless move, while Peony Fairy had a shocked and angry expression.

  "Yu Hu Yuan, must you use such heavy-handed tactics?" As soon as Peony Fairy spoke up, the people around her fell silent.

  Her voice is like pearls falling on a jade plate, pleasant and moving.

  The middle-aged man finally withdrew his hand in time, the sword tip stopped at the young man's chest, without stabbing down. He turned back and replied calmly: "I am just doing my duty to protect the fairy maiden, whoever dares to offend her will be killed without exception."

  "Has he harmed you?" The peony fairy's tone was tinged with a hint of annoyance, and it could be seen that she was extremely disgusted with the middle-aged man's behavior, yet also carried a hint of helplessness.

  "Even if there's a one in ten thousand chance, I absolutely won't be careless. If everyone were like him, the young master's safety might be threatened, and I couldn't bear that responsibility..." The middle-aged man still had an attitude of doing things his own way.

  "Let him go, I'll take care of my own safety."

  "This..."

  "How dare you not listen to what I say?" The Peony Fairy finally got angry and scolded.