Chapter 125: Both hands must be strong
Translator: Sparrow Translations Editor: Sparrow Translations
Even though the beauty of the lotus cannot compare to that of the rose, nor is it as noble as the peony, but, it is the most sacred of them all.
Just like Yun Qingwu at this moment.
Even though she was only wearing a plain dress, she had an air that inspired reverence.
Furthermore, Yun Qingwu’s speed was very fast, at least faster than the movement of Fang Zhengzhi’s right hand, and, no matter whether one discussed about the timing of the dodge, or the movement of the dodge, she seemed to have mastered them well.
Evidently...
She had planned it well long ago, furthermore, she seemed to have even practised it specially for this occasion.
The posture of her body turning was beautiful, combined with the floating of her snow-white dress, it was enchanting.
But, very unfortunately, the second she turned her body, a hand appeared in front of her eyes. That was a hand that seemed to have been waiting in front of her face all along.
A hand?!
Where did this hand come from?
Yun Qingwu didn’t quite understand. Because, she had very clearly seen that she had dodged the hand that Fang Zhengzhi reached towards her veil.
But, why was there another hand?
Most importantly, after she turned her body, she just happened to hit the arm of this hand…
Then, the feeling on her face became lighter, and the black veil ended up in this hand.
"You…" Yun Qingwu looked at the black veil in Fang Zhengzhi’s hand, and her expression was somewhat stunned.
A beautiful face was revealed once again. Her features were picturesque, her skin was white as snow, and her tender lips that carried the stunning colour of a reddish purple was slightly open, revealing a row of glistening white teeth.
Everything was exactly the same as the first time her veil was unveiled by Fang Zhengzhi, her beautiful features indeed seemed to contain the feeling of a sacred lotus being violated.
There were times when worldly things just don’t go according to plan.
No matter how accurate one’s calculations are, what was to come, would definitely come!
Fang Zhengzhi lightly waved the black veil in his left hand, and faintly smiled at Yun Qingwu, who had knocked into Fang Zhengzhi’s chest on her own accord.
Just as Yun Qingwu expected, she had dodged it. But, what she dodged was Fang Zhengzhi’s right hand. But, the black veil now ended up in Fang Zhengzhi’s left hand.
The most important point was, the actions of the two people seemed somewhat out of place.
From Fang Zhengzhi extending his hands, one following another, to Yun Qingwu turning to the left, then to the moment the black veil ended up in Fang Zhengzhi’s left hand, no matter how one looked at it, it still seemed as if Yun Qingwu’s shy turn of the body had caused her to end up in Fang Zhengzhi’s chest.
If this scene was witnessed by any scholar or man…
He probably would raise his and attempt to kill immediately. Violation, this was the violation of the most beautiful lotus in the world, and it was the type that was absolutely unforgivable.
"As a man, I cannot only depend on one hand. I have to use both at once, both hands must be strong!" Fang Zhengzhi announced his conclusion about this beautiful accident.
The shock on Yun Qingwu’s face gradually vanished, and was slowly replaced by calm.
Silently looking at this youth standing so close to her, she didn’t scream and jump back like the average women, instead, very calmly, she extracted herself from Fang Zhengzhi’s chest and returned back onto the chair.
"Can I leave now?" Fang Zhengzhi didn’t seem to intend to return back to his seat.
"Do you think you can leave?"
"Your veil had already been taken off, naturally, I would be able to leave."
"Looks like you indeed know the reason why I invited you." A trace of shock flashed across Yun Qingwu’s eyes.
"The reason Yun Qingwu came to the River of Trust Capital would definitely not be as simple as playing a piece of music for me, I think… if I hadn’t attained the theory examination roll champion, I should be in some trouble now. You didn’t bet that I would attain the combat examination, naturally, that was due to Yan Xiu’s presence. Now that I am the double roll champion, I won’t have any other problems outside, and will only be left with the problem of you."
"You are afraid that you won’t be able to unveil me?" Yun Qingwu remained calm as per usual after hearing Fang Zhengzhi’s words.
"If I can do it once, I can do it twice. What do I have to fear?"
"This time, there would definitely be a storm brewing in this Divine Constabulary feast, does Young Master Fang intend to go?"
"When the storm comes, at most I’ll just run."
"Ha ha…" A faint smile finally appeared on Yun Qingwu’s face. "What other people talk about is facing the storm, and facing it calmly. However, Young Master Fang’s first thought is to run, that is really shallow."
"Then, are you counted as a part of the storm?" Fang Zhengzhi looked at Yun Qingwu seriously.
The smile of Yun Qingwu’s face vanished, and for the first time, her expression seemed somewhat hesitant. She didn’t look at Fang Zhengzhi, and instead gazed at the swaying willows at the riverside.
"My surname is Yun [1]."
"Understood."
…
Coming out from the pleasure boat, the wind at the riverside seemed to have turned colder. The scholars looked at Fang Zhengzhi, Fang Zhengzhi also looked at them. Looking at one another, Fang Zhengzhi spoke.
"Aren’t you all… cold?"
"Cold?" The scholars glanced at one another, unable to understand the meaning behind Fang Zhengzhi’s words.
Just as they prepared to speak, Fang Zhengzhi had already turned around and left…
…
The second day, at the city gate of the River of Trust Capital.
Su Jiu, dressed in a boy servant attire, stood at the city gate. When he saw Fang Zhengzhi, who was holding his Silver Scale Horse not too far away with a leisurely expression, he quickly went up to him.
"Young Master Fang, are you leaving?"
"Your information is really powerful." When Fang Zhengzhi saw Su Jiu appear, he knew that Su Jiu should have been waiting there long ago.
"Thank you, Young Master Fang, for your praise, my master knows that Young Master Fang is leaving. But, she doesn’t understand one thing, and sent me to ask something." Su Jiu respectfully helped Fang Zhengzhi to hold the Silver Scale Horse, then, led Fang Zhengzhi past the city gate.
"Please ask."
"Master wishes to ask why Young Master Fang has the time to meet with people inside the pleasure boat in such a romantic setting, but forgot his previous promise in the Moonview Restaurant?"
"Ha ha, because your master is too black!" Fang Zhengzhi smiled lightly.
Going to the Moonview Restaurant again? Getting slaughtered like a sheep?
"Too black?" Su Jiu was filled with confusion, but, still continued to send Fang Zhengzhi off very respectfully. Of course, since he was here to send Fang Zhengzhi off, Su Jiu indeed didn’t forget about the money and gifts.
…
As Fang Zhengzhi was leaving the River of Trust Capital, riding the Silver Scale Horse and stirred up clouds of dust, within the Moonview Restaurant, Wu Yuer was looking at the mirror in front of her over and over again.
"Black? That’s not possible… it is clearly very white, somebody come!"
"What orders do master have!" A maid in a red dress instantly entered, bowing her body.
"What do you think of my skin?"
"Master’s skin is white as snow, and is unique and rare. It is comparable to the moon in the sky!"
"Alright, you can leave!" Wu Yuer nodded, then turned around and looked at the mirror. "Is this lecher blind?"
…
Fifteen days later, in the capital city of the five capitals of the Northern Desert, The Northern Capital, Golden Scale City.
As an important military city which the Great Xia Dynasty established to fend against barbarians of the North, the prosperity and bustling nature of the Golden Scale City was obvious. Traffic was heavy and endless, and countless business people wore fabric hats around the city.
However, no matter how big a business was, they would still deliberately avoid a huge constabulary area. Because, that was the Northern Desert Divine Constabulary among the one pavilion, four sages, thirteen constabularies.
Two rows of soldiers wearing shiny armours stood guard at the gate of the Divine Constabulary. On the chest of each soldier’s armour was a blood-red coloured triangular seal.
The Divine Constabulary, Red Pinion Squad!
They were the true elites among soldiers, and was the symbol of power of the Northern Desert Divine Constabulary.
A sense of killing naturally emanated from the bodies of each member of the Red Pinion Squad. That was an air that could only come from experiencing the blood and fire of the battlefield.
Nobody was willing to go near them.
But, at this moment, a lady wearing a green dress, wearing a silver hairpin in her hair, walked casually towards them. Her expression was fearless, and even contained a little bit of arrogance.
The lady walked in front of the huge gate of the Divine Constabulary, raised her head and looked at the golden tablet inscribed with the two words "Divine Constabulary", her eyes filled with a deep sense of longing.
"One year… I’ve finally returned!"
And right at this moment, a slightly plump middle-aged man who was wearing an airy robe also ran quickly from within the Divine Constabulary to welcome her. Behind him, a few soldiers from the Red Pinion Squad followed as well.
Once he saw the lady.
The middle-aged man’s eyes instantly lit up.
"Ah, Yuer is back, where is Missus?" The middle-aged man greeted the lady very politely, but his eyes constantly searched behind the lady.
"How can I tell you the whereabouts of Missus?" Lady Yuer replied with an arrogant expression.
"Oh… Yuer, aren’t you causing trouble for me? Lord knows that Missus had left the Heaven Dao Pavilion, and had been expecting Missus’s return day and night!" The middle-aged man’s face instantly fell.
Unfortunately, he didn’t dare to trouble his lady in front of him.
Even though she was only a maid in the Divine Constabulary, but, the person she accompanied was Chi Guyan, whose status in the Divine Constabulary was even more important than the lord.
As the maid of Chi Guyan, she indeed had the right to be proud.
Furthermore, nobody could argue against that.
"I can only tell you that Missus didn’t travel with me." Yuer raised her head slightly, then walked past the middle-aged man and strode towards the Divine Constabulary.
"Didn’t travel with you? How can Missus not travel with you? You served Missus for a year in the Heaven Dao Pavilion, and even went down the mountain together? Missus…" The middle-aged man was confused and shocked. When he thought of Missus being outside alone, he prepared to ask questions such as whether it would be dangerous, but, thinking again, he realised that with Missus’s abilities, such things were definitely impossible.
"You are really wordy. How can I know Missus’s thoughts?" Yuer was somewhat impatient.
"Then…"
"Missus had said that before the date of the feast, she would definitely return!" Yuer waved her hands, and walked towards a small, quiet garden within the constabulary.
"I have to help Missus pack, people like you… are too clumsy!"
The middle-aged man didn’t pursue further, and instead, he stared confusedly at Yuer’s disappearing figure.
"There are still more than two months to the feast? What is Missus doing?" The middle-aged man pondered as he walked, then, suddenly filled with shock. "Now, news of Missus returning to the Divine Constabulary is spreading across the entire Great Xia Dynasty, but, Missus didn’t return? What should we do? No, I have to report to Lord immediately!"
[1] Yun in Chinese means cloud, and Feng Yun was translated as storm. Hence, giving rise to the link between Yun Qingwu’s surname and the aforementioned "storm".