Chapter 130: Continue The Music, Continue The Dance
Empress Dowager Cheng’s teacup was not something anyone dared to avoid, and the tea splashed, wetting Cheng Zhaoyang’s clothes.
Cheng Zhaoyang lowered her head, her expression unclear, but everyone present could feel her anger, and for a moment, silence fell upon the surroundings.
Ming Zhaoshuang found it very strange. From her earlier observation of Cheng Zhaoyang, her relationship with Empress Dowager Cheng seemed close, so why was Empress Dowager Cheng suddenly picking on her without reason?
And even favoring Madam Qian, who was from an outside family.
Before she could understand, she suddenly heard Cheng Zhaoyang laugh: “If Auntie thinks so, then this niece can’t help it. This niece is simply untalented and ignorant, not versed in calligraphy or painting, and unworthy of Auntie’s notice.”
“My clothes are wet, please excuse me!”
“I do not permit it!” Empress Dowager Cheng’s thunderous voice completely undermined Cheng Zhaoyang’s dignity: “You will stay right here and see how other noble daughters behave, and how you behave!”
Hearing this, Fei Changxiu could no longer hold back, stood up, and was about to speak.
Ming Zhaoshuang pulled him down: “Senior Brother Xiu’er, the tallest nail gets hammered, understand?”
As soon as she said this, she saw Qin Feilong beside her already stand up and sharply reprimand: “The way you Great Sui people treat a woman like this is rather inappropriate!”
Ming Zhaoshuang: “…”
Great, one can’t guard against them.
It’s one thing to have someone without a brain, but to have a second one without a brain.
The relationship between Empress Dowager Cheng and Cheng Zhaoyang was clearly strange. These two hadn’t figured out the situation clearly and were rushing to speak up for Cheng Zhaoyang, weren’t they just causing trouble?
As soon as Qin Feilong said this, Empress Dowager Cheng narrowed her eyes and asked as if to threaten: “Who are you?”
Qin Feilong, neither humble nor arrogant: “From the First Heaven, Ao… a disciple of the Ming Ye Sect.”
Empress Dowager Cheng sneered, not putting Qin Feilong in her eyes at all: “I don’t care where you’re from. Since you’ve come to my Great Sui, everything must be subject to my authority. If I don’t let her change her clothes, she will continue to wear them. If I don’t let her leave, she will stay in the hall!”
Qin Feilong was about to speak again when he saw that after Empress Dowager Cheng finished speaking, she glanced lightly at the daughter of the Jin clan, and she stood up.
“Your Majesty, this subject’s daughter has recently been engrossed in traditional opera, but has not yet grasped its essence. I have heard that Your Majesty’s zither skills are unparalleled in Changjing. This subject dares to take this opportunity to humbly request Your Majesty’s guidance.”
As soon as she spoke, all eyes turned to her, and for a moment, they even forgot about Cheng Zhaoyang’s matter.
Although Empress Dowager Cheng had some skill in playing the zither, her technique was far from being unparalleled in Changjing. The Jin clan’s daughter’s intention was clearly to perform.
Empress Dowager Cheng smiled and nodded: “Granted.”
The Jin clan’s daughter sat down, and the music in her hands flowed down like a pool of peach blossoms rippling on the water.
Empress Dowager Cheng was greatly pleased and rewarded her with much jewelry.
With her doing this, many more children from noble families stood up one after another, displaying their talents, all winning Empress Dowager Cheng’s approval and receiving many rewards.
Cheng Zhaoyang also pulled Qin Feilong, who had spoken for her, and said in a low voice: “Brother Qin, it’s alright, you should protect yourself for now.”
Qin Feilong still refused to sit down, so Ming Zhaoshuang drew a mute talisman on him and forcibly made him sit down with her martial arts.
Ming Zhaoshuang slapped Qin Feilong on the head and said angrily: “Senior Brother Qin, can you use your brain for a change?”
Qin Feilong let out a “woo woo woo” sound.
Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, what are you doing? Don’t stop me, I haven’t finished speaking yet!
Cheng Zhaoyang’s clothes were soaked, outlining her body. If he let her stay in the hall for these few hours, wouldn’t it damage her reputation!
If their First Heaven was like this, then the Third Heaven would be even more so.
As the male protagonist, Qin Feilong naturally had a passionate heart, loved to rescue damsels in distress, and enjoyed showing off.
Now that Ming Zhaoshuang was stopping him from doing so, he was very anxious.
Ming Zhaoshuang couldn’t be bothered with him. She just glanced at the noble daughters showcasing their skills one after another and sat down with satisfaction.
Let the music play on and the dancing continue.
After a banquet of about two to three hours, Ming Zhaoshuang was drowsy towards the end.
It wasn’t that she was impolite; it was just that these noble daughters’ elegance was too elegant. As a coarse person, she was utterly bored. Most importantly, the people next to her were all refined and immersed in listening and watching, with no time to pay attention to her.
In the dim lamplight, Ming Zhaoshuang closed her eyes.
“Why didn’t you come to find me.”
The man with white hair and golden eyes looked at her, seeming extremely wronged, frowning, and asked directly.
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at her soul body, then at Xiao Bai Bai’s infuriatingly handsome face, and instantly understood.
Oh dear, it’s a dream again.
She coaxed Xiao Bai Bai: “No, I missed you so much.”
Xiao Bai Bai’s pupils moved, and his eyes lit up with joy: “Really?”
Ming Zhaoshuang smiled and nodded: “Really, really, quickly demonstrate the number one under heaven for me…”
Xiao Bai Bai snorted: “You only care about the sword technique; you don’t care about me at all. It’s been more than half a month, and you haven’t even wanted to come to my dreams once.”
Ming Zhaoshuang rubbed her head: “Then I don’t know how to dream of you every time.”
If she could dream of Xiao Bai Bai, this free teacher, every time, she wouldn’t mind sleeping, or even dying on the spot.
The problem was that Ming Zhaoshuang rarely dreamed. She thought that time was an accident, and she didn’t expect Xiao Bai Bai to have been waiting for her.
Xiao Bai Bai was silent for a long time: “Old person? Am I very old?”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked at his snow-white hair and asked seriously: “Your beautiful hair must not be young, right?”
Xiao Bai Bai frowned: “That’s because my true body is…”
Xiao Bai Bai suddenly stopped, remembering that he was already tens of thousands of years old. Compared to Ming Zhaoshuang, a child not yet thirteen years old, he could indeed be considered an elder.
Xiao Bai Bai felt defeated and sighed: “Since you say so, then I am an elder.”
Ming Zhaoshuang was about to comfort Xiao Bai Bai a few words when she saw him proactively speak:
“What do you want to see today? I’ll teach you.”
Ming Zhaoshuang’s eyes immediately lit up: “Xiao Bai Bai, you’re too good! Handsome, strong, and understanding, you’re practically my dream lover!”
As soon as she spoke such a bold word, Xiao Bai Bai’s snow-white cheeks instantly flushed pink.
Like peach blossoms falling on snow, extremely clear and extremely moving.
He coughed lightly: “We’re talking about serious matters. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask me.”
Ming Zhaoshuang didn’t refuse and directly expressed her doubts. After Xiao Bai Bai heard them, he nodded and gave a few pointers.
His ten fingers were fair and his joints distinct. Holding a long sword, similar in temperament to Fushuang, he demonstrated it to Ming Zhaoshuang in the snow.
After a few attempts, Ming Zhaoshuang suddenly realized. Xiao Bai Bai smiled and asked her to perform it in front of him.
Unexpectedly, although Ming Zhaoshuang understood, her sword always felt soft and lacked skill. Xiao Bai Bai stood behind her, guiding her on the correct posture and spirit vein flow.
After Ming Zhaoshuang practiced once, her momentum was indeed different from before.
“I’ve got it!”
Ming Zhaoshuang looked delighted, turned her head, and said excitedly to Xiao Bai Bai.
Suddenly, Xiao Bai Bai’s face, magnified to an extreme degree, appeared before her eyes.
At such a close distance, Ming Zhaoshuang could even see how many eyelashes hung from Xiao Bai Bai’s drooping eyelids.
His eyelashes were also snow-white.
Ming Zhaoshuang involuntarily held her breath, her gaze lingering on Xiao Bai Bai’s trembling eyes.
Xiao Bai Bai nodded slightly and said: “You’ve learned well.”
Ming Zhaoshuang turned her head and gently pressed her wildly beating heart.
No, she wasn’t someone who judged by looks.
Why was it that every time she saw Xiao Bai Bai’s face, she couldn’t move, like an old lady crossing the road?
Although he was indeed a little bit handsome, how could she let a man affect her sword-drawing speed? No, no!
Ming Zhaoshuang regained her senses slightly and was about to ask Xiao Bai Bai about the next part when she suddenly heard Cheng Zhaoyang’s voice by her ear.
“Junior Sister Zhaoshuang, Junior Sister Zhaoshuang…”
At the same time, the dreamscape before her began to collapse.
A hint of reluctance appeared in Xiao Bai Bai’s eyes, his hand hovering over Ming Zhaoshuang’s hair, not quite touching.
He sighed: “Your friend is calling you; you should go back.”
Ming Zhaoshuang naturally understood a little. She grabbed Xiao Bai Bai’s arms with both hands, made him pull down on her head forcefully, and said with a grin:
“Don’t be sad, I’ll come to see you tonight.”
Xiao Bai Bai looked at his hand and chuckled: “Yes, you’ll be able to see me not long from now.”
Once he had fully digested the Nine-Orifice Lotus Seed Heart, Ming Zhaoshuang would no longer have to meet him in dreams.
The dreamscape shattered inch by inch, and Xiao Bai Bai’s snow-white hem began to turn into fragments emitting white light. His eyebrows were gentle, and he asked Ming Zhaoshuang his last question:
“My appearance, are you satisfied?”
