Chapter 13: Quiet Days and Jade Smoke (1)

  "Wooden head, wooden head, get up quickly, it's almost daylight." Su Hui's duck-like voice during puberty woke me up from my dreamland, I opened my eyes in a daze, huh? Is it time for the rooster to crow again?

  How annoying! I slowly got up, slowly went to the bathroom, slowly put on my clothes, slowly...

  Su Hui finally couldn't take it anymore, quickly helped me put on my clothes, splashed a few times with water to wash my face, grumbling while dragging me like a white radish into the martial arts arena.

  In front of the stage, a stunning Persian cat... no! A stunning young man with skin as white as snow sat in a wheelchair. His eyes, cold and calm, glanced at me: "You're late again, Mu Xi. Today you'll practice for two more hours."

  I was thoroughly startled awake: "Third Master is up! Mr. Han is up."

  The non-white gentleman next to me smiled and nodded politely at me.

  It's been two months since we returned to Xi Feng Wan with Yuan Feibai after being rescued from the previous disaster. At that time, I had already fainted for a long time. A self-proclaimed "Southern Man" secret hero saved us and sent a signal to Han Xiuzhu. Later, I found out that this hero was actually Zhang Demao in disguise. I began to suspect that he was not only an excellent national singer but also a well-known figure in the Jianghu world. So I asked him if he had a nickname in the Jianghu world. He smiled faintly and said his friends in the Jianghu world jokingly called him "Thousand Face Hand". It turned out to be true, so was Zhang Demao's face also disguised? I asked him again, but he just smiled faintly without saying anything.

  When I was rescued, two of my ribs were broken. According to Zhao Menglin's recollection, the second fracture almost pierced my lungs, and at that time the situation was extremely critical, so even the great doctor barely pulled me back from the gates of hell.

  However, this is not the most frightening thing. On the first day I could get out of bed, Yuan Fei and Yan Yuese came to see me with a smile on their faces, telling me about his so-called plan for revenge and reform, which actually looked like a plan for revenge. He asked me to learn martial arts.

  I must have looked increasingly unwell, as I've always hated violence and sought to defeat others without resorting to arms. Besides, if women can practice martial arts, what's the need for men?

  Unfortunately, in Xifengyuan, he is the boss, from then on I have to get up at dawn, Su Hui naturally doesn't want me to occupy his young master, at first, every time during practice, he comes to find fault with me, after I finish practicing horse stance, my legs often tremble like Michael Jackson's, and he still comes to steal my acupoints, either by sneaking up from behind or ambushing me.

  From then on, I got up at the crack of dawn, and Su Hui naturally didn't want me to occupy his young master's position. Every time he came to find fault with me during practice, after I finished practicing horse stance, my legs would often tremble like Michael Jackson's. He would also come to steal my acupoints, either by sneaking up from behind or launching a surprise attack on me. Later, Yuan Fei was furious, and I had never seen him so angry with Su Hui before. Mr. Han and I were both stunned, and Xie San Niang naturally beat him up. As he cried out loud to me, he very reluctantly realized that in Yuan Fei's eyes, I had already become an indispensable part of Xi Feng Wan.

  But in Yuan Fei's scolding of Su Hui, I finally understood the reason why Yuan Fei wanted me to practice martial arts. It turned out that my old injury had left a hidden illness, and every time the seasons changed or it was overcast and rainy, my lower ribs would ache unbearably. Zhao Menglin instructed me to strengthen my body and maintain a calm mind at all times, not letting my emotions get agitated easily, otherwise I might trigger the old injury again and die young, not living past thirty.

  A beauty with a short life, I was first stunned, then could only smile bitterly.

  It's already early summer, although it's not cold, but getting up so early, my stomach is still a bit uncomfortable. Su Hui and I are squatting in horseback stance, but in our hearts, we're thinking of Bi Ying and Yuan Fei Jiao, whom we haven't seen for a long time.

  I heard that during the days when Yuan Feibai and I went missing, he also followed Guo Erren and Han Xiuzhu to search for us several times, but to no avail. He was so anxious that he almost vomited blood. During my convalescence, Yuan Feibai often let Biying enter the room to take care of me, and sometimes when Xie San Niang was busy, she even let her stay overnight to take care of me.

  Yuan Fei came to make trouble several times, but this time Yuan Bai had made up his mind and refused to let him see me. He was probably still holding a grudge against Yuan Fei for helping the flower thief deal with him that time. Although Yuan Fei used all sorts of tactics, soft and hard, calling out in front of everyone, Yuan Bai just ignored him this time and he had no choice but to leave dejectedly. He secretly entrusted Biying to send me some fun jewelry and jade accessories, sacred elixir pills, and a poem he had copied onto a silk handkerchief, which was barely recognizable as "The Green Jade Case". Unfortunately, they were all discovered by Yuan Bai, who immediately used his internal energy to turn them into ashes. It was the first time I saw him scold Biying, who was so frightened that she almost had a relapse of her old illness. Later, after my injury healed, no matter how much I begged, he wouldn't let Biying enter Xifengyuan again.

  Maybe it's because we've been together for a long time, but the first few days after I woke up, every time I opened my eyes, he was always by my side, looking at me anxiously with dark circles under his eyes. He even fed me medicine several times in front of the bed, which severely burned my tongue and mouth, leaving me without the strength to speak. It's like a mute eating bitter melon - having grievances but unable to express them. I just looked at him with tears streaming down my face, thinking that he must have been born into this world to torment me. But he thought I was having a relapse from my injuries and called out to Zhao Menglin with a pained expression.

  Zhao Menglin suddenly understood what was going on, but because of Yuan Feibai's face, he just smiled wryly a few times and comforted him with a few words. Then, he secretly gave Mr. Han a prescription for treating burns. Yuan Feibai held my hand, painfully wiping away tears for me, and cooing like a doll: "Mùgǔn, don't cry, just bear it a bit longer, Suhui will go decoct the medicine now, and I'll feed you to drink! After drinking, it won't hurt anymore!"

  The informed crowd looked at me with sympathetic eyes, and my tears flowed even more fiercely.

  But in my heart, I'm not as afraid of him as before. When I first started practicing martial arts, sometimes I would mess around with him and we'd end up dancing hip hop or doing moonwalks.

  So this abnormal origin is not white, and when he gets angry, he says coldly that if you want to get out of this Wanzi, unless I can defeat Su Hui.

  Alas! When can I see Biying and Feijiao again? I sighed, turned my head to the side, and suddenly the originally pale handsome face was magnified before my eyes. He sat beside me, holding a whip, and I jumped in fright. He used the whip to lift my hand higher and said lightly, "You're spacing out again."

  "Third Master, this afternoon Wang Shilang's daughter from the Ministry of War, Baozheng Miss, came to visit you. Can I take some time off to see Biying?" I leaned over and asked Yuan Feibai with a flattering tone, not knowing what he was up to. Now that even Mr. Han has agreed, this big pervert won't let me out of this Princely Manor.

  "Are you going to see her and suddenly your martial arts skills will improve dramatically, defeating Su Hui?" He replied lazily.

  "I heard that Biying has not been feeling well lately, I'm afraid her old illness will relapse, so I want to go take a look." I replied cautiously. Sneaking a peek at his expression, it's unfathomable.

  His sharp eyes flashed with a hint of cruelty: "Are you going to see her or are you going to see her master?"

  The genius is indeed a genius, and he guessed my thoughts in an instant. However, I am resolutely unwilling to admit it.

  So I proudly raised my head, expressing my high revolutionary loyalty: "How could that be? I am San Ye's servant girl, a loyal servant does not serve two masters, and naturally will not go to see any other master besides Wan Zi," then again said with sorrow: "But Bi Ying is my third sister, Mu Yin must fulfill the loyalty of a servant, but also must fulfill the filial piety of a younger sister."

  This ancient, insoluble problem of loyalty and filial piety was thus thrown at him. I had used this trick when I was in bed earlier and successfully saw Biying. Yuan Fei looked at me with an unpredictable gaze, I plucked up the courage to meet his gaze with extremely innocent and clear eyes. Finally, he let out a sigh: "Your injury is not fully healed, it's not suitable for you to go to that remote place in the north. Tomorrow, let Su Hui go invite Yingniang, and have Mr. Zhao Menglin take your pulse and hers, and accompany you for a while."

  I cheered loudly and jumped up happily, remembering that I was still practicing my skills, so as not to upset him, I changed my mind and squatted back into a horse stance, giving him a sweet smile and said: "Third Master is truly the best person in the world."

  He slightly curved the corners of his mouth, which was equivalent to giving me a smile. Looking at me also softened him a lot. Han Xiuzhu threw us a surprised glance. Su Hui classmate was very excited at first because he could see his dream lover Biying again. After a while, however, he frowned and muttered: "Third Master is sending me to the land of the Turkic barbarians again."

  Since I got back, Yuan Feibai has been letting me take care of his daily life completely, and Xie Sanniang also started to make time to supervise Su Hui's homework. After serving Yuan Feibai breakfast, he went with Han Xiuzhu to meet the officials, I wanted to write a new Fourier article, and let Biying give it to Yuan Feikou.

  What to write? Last time Biying said, the poems I wrote for Yuan Fei, during my disappearance, Yuan Fei held that book of Huixi's poetry every day, with tears washing her face, repeatedly reciting: "In a crowd, searching for him thousands of times, suddenly turning back, that person is in a place where lanterns are dimly lit." Unfortunately, Guo Erren heard it and disapprovingly called it a melancholic poem, a tune that's depressing and lacking spirit. It almost got confiscated.

  This time I'll write something with depth and inspiring. What should I write? Should I write "Man Jiang Hong" of Yue Fei?

  My hair stands on end, I lean against the railing, and the rain stops. I raise my eyes to the sky and let out a long sigh, my emotions are intense. Thirty years of fame and fortune are nothing but dust and dirt, eight thousand miles of road are just clouds and moonlight. Don't waste your youth, with a head full of white hair, in vain sorrow. The shame of Jingkang has not been avenged yet, the hatred of the minister's son will be extinguished when? I'll drive my chariot to break through the pass of Helan Mountain. With a heroic spirit, I'll eat the flesh of the barbarians and drink the blood of the Xiongnu. Let me start again, gather up the old mountains and rivers, and face the imperial court.

  No, no, I'm afraid if Guo Erren saw it, he'd kill me on the spot. Better write a Nian Nu Jiao in the style of Su Shi instead!

  The great river flows east, waves washing away all the heroes of old. On the west bank, where the road is, are the ruins of Zhou Yu's Red Cliffs. Rocks pierce the sky, billows crash on the shore, and snow swirls up in thousands of heaps. The landscape is like a painting, with many heroes of the time. I think back to Zhuge Liang's youth, when Xiao Qiao was first married, his heroic spirit and elegant demeanor. With a feather fan and a silk kerchief, he laughed and talked, and the strong enemy was reduced to ashes. In my old country, I wander in spirit, and many emotions make me smile at my early white hair. The world is like a dream, and I'll pour another cup of wine under the moonlight on the river.

  Alas! Is there still Three Kingdoms in this era? Who cares?!

  As I was writing, it had already reached noon. Xie San Niang came to pass on a message saying that the eldest young lady from Wang Shilang's residence had arrived. Third Master told me to take a good rest and not to go over to attend to her. I responded with a sound, only then did I discover that my goose feather pen was broken.

  I decided to ask a friendly bird for a feather, came to the pigeon shed, wanted to find a scattered feather, but this group of friendly carrier pigeons splashed me with shit all over my head and face. I escaped, wiped my face clean, took a deep breath, and told myself, "I'm an animal protectionist, it's okay." The storks in Mei Garden were walking elegantly, so I sneaked past them to pluck one, but these storks seemed to be well-trained, one of them let out a loud cry with its neck bent towards the sky, and the other six attacked me together. It was then that I understood what "Mei Hua Qi Xing" (Plum Blossom Seven Stars Formation) meant.

  I'm furious, even my own people don't recognize me, I've fed you all before, how can you be so ungrateful? Using the few moves of flower fist and leg that I learned, I was fiercely fighting with the crane. Suddenly a clear whistle came, and the seven cranes flew away at once.

  I stood up with a start, and saw before me two fine horses, one red and one white. The white horse was ridden by our family's Persian cat, while the red horse was ridden by a beautiful woman in pink clothes. She was indeed beautiful, but her eyebrows seemed to hold a deep-seated murderous intent. Behind them followed a green-clad maid with a pert and disdainful expression on her face - it was Wang Baochuan and her personal maid, Green Lotus.

  Su Hui suppressed a smile until her face cramped, while Yuan Fei leaned over from his horse with an ambiguous smile: "Which verse are you singing now?"

  Sorry about that, Chapter 14 has kept you waiting for a long time. Jingri Yushengyan (2) will meet with everyone tomorrow, thank you for your support and attention.

  Wish you a happy holiday, thoroughly relax your mood, and pay attention to safety, have a good holiday!

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