Dawn was about to break.
The wind and thunder were about to strike.
Meng Fuyao led her horse through the gates of Yan Jing. She was still a little nervous, but she calmed down when she saw the excited and calm crowd on the wide street.
What was there to be afraid of? No matter how much the Taiyuan Imperial Family overturned, it had nothing to do with a commoner like her.
Due to the approaching of the Emperor's 50th birthday, the whole world celebrated together. The capital and the provinces all built Taoist halls and chanted sutras. The craftsmen decorated both sides of the main street with colorful silk cloth, making the whole of Yan Jing look luxurious and prosperous.
Yuan Zhaoxu parted ways with her five miles before entering the city. Meng Fuyao knew that it might not be a good thing for her to meddle in his affairs, so she decided to walk alone.
Yuan Zhaoxu's expression was normal when he said goodbye to her. His deep-sea eyes were filled with a faint smile, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking. Lord Ingot, on the other hand, seemed to be really happy, jumping up and down proudly, as if he had finally gotten rid of his stalker. This made Meng Fuyao very depressed. In a fit of anger, she plucked three strands of fur from its butt, calling it a farewell souvenir.
As for whether or not it would bear a grudge, Meng Fuyao did not care.
After finding an inn to stay in, Meng Fuyao went shopping, buying masks and making sugar figurines to kill time.
Her hands were soon full of things. She walked back with a dough figurine in her mouth and saw Yao Xun squeezing his way through the crowd. He was probably 'working' again. She could not help but laugh.
Her laughter distracted her, and she did not look where she was going when she turned a corner. Suddenly, she heard the sound of hooves and a white shadow. A horse suddenly appeared from behind the corner. It was extremely fast, and the horse was hot-tempered. When it saw someone blocking its way, it lifted its leg and kicked at Meng Fuyao.
The street was filled with screams, and the person on the horse shouted, "White Lightning! Stop! "
Meng Fuyao looked up and saw the long hoof of the white horse in front of her. She was about to break it, but from the corner of her eye, she saw that it was a handsome horse. Feeling that it was a pity, she pulled her hand back, floated up, and jumped onto the horse's back with the bag of things.
The man on the horse had a lot on his mind when he left the house. He had been distracted all the way, causing the horse to run too fast and almost injure someone. Just as he was regretting his mistake, he saw the woman suddenly jump on the horse and sit firmly behind him. He couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
He subconsciously turned his head and let out another "Ah".
At the same time, Meng Fuyao let out a gasp.
The young man on the horse was gentle, delicate, and elegant. Wasn't he his first love who was about to marry the poodle?
Meng Fuyao squinted her eyes and sighed inwardly. 'It's true that people hate to bump into each other everywhere in life. Judging by Yan Jingchen's glowing face, he must be living a good life.'
If Yan Jingchen knew what she was thinking right now, he would probably vomit blood. He looked haggard and absent-minded. Furthermore, he had been threatened and warned by his father today. Thinking about Fuyao had left him in a trance and almost startled. But in her eyes, he looked like he was glowing.
She did not care about that. She had always believed that after breaking up, he would not be able to live a better life than her. If he did, she would be in a bad mood.
Seeing Yan Jingchen's delighted expression made her very unhappy. She turned around and was about to get off the horse.
But before she could move, someone grabbed her wrist. She tilted her head and looked at her wrist instead of Yan Jingchen. "Let go," she said coldly.
Yan Jingchen hesitated for a moment. Recalling how ruthless she was on Mount Xuanyuan, he withdrew his hand in embarrassment and said in a low voice, "Fuyao …"
Meng Fuyao ignored him. Yan Jingchen became anxious and blocked her way. "Fuyao, listen to me before you leave," he said through gritted teeth. "Otherwise, you'll have to chop off my hand!"
Meng Fuyao frowned and looked at the arm in front of her. Then, she looked at the crowd and sneered, "Young Marquis Yan, you're so scheming. You want me to chop off your hand in public? Am I not looking for trouble? "
"That's not what I meant." Yan Jingchen withdrew his hand and stared at her. "Fuyao, let's find a place to sit down and talk, shall we?"
"If you have anything to say, say it here." Meng Fuyao climbed onto the horse and squatted on its back, refusing to sit next to him.
Everyone on the street turned to look at the girl squatting on the horse's back as though there was no one else around. They pointed at her, but Meng Fuyao pretended not to see them.
Yan Jingchen looked at her strange posture and sighed helplessly. He slowly led the horse across the street and into a small alley where few people passed by. "Fuyao," he said in a low voice, "my family wants me to marry Pei Yuan. How can I be willing to do so? These days, my heart feels like it's boiling in a pot of oil … "
"That's it? I'm done. "Meng Fuyao interrupted him and pretended to jump off the horse.
"That's not it!" Yan Jingchen panicked and did not dare to confess again. "My father wants me to marry Pei Yuan mainly because the Pei family's' Vigorous Thunder Technique 'is a world-renowned technique. He hopes that I can obtain it and combine it with my family's Startling Wind Swordsmanship so that I can make a name for myself in the True Martial Arts Conference …"
"What does that have to do with me?" Meng Fuyao yawned.
"So …" Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth and lowered his voice even further. "My father actually has another thought. Since the Pei family has the 'Vigorous Thunder Technique,' they might also have the 'Cleaving Nine Heavens.' No matter how fierce the thunderbolt is, it still comes from the Nine Heavens. Even if it's strong enough to split the mountains and the seas, it's still not as strong as the vast blue dome of heaven. However, the 'Cleaving Nine Heavens' is too precious. The Pei family might keep it a secret, but after we get married, they might be able to bring it out … Fuyao, martial arts are highly valued in the Taiyuan Sect.
"Cleaving Nine Heavens, is it?" Meng Fuyao, who had been listening attentively, suddenly laughed.
Yan Jingchen felt that her gaze was strange and pitiful, with a touch of cynicism. But that expression disappeared in a flash, and she quickly regained her lazy attitude.
"Fuyao …"
"I understand, I understand, I understand." Meng Fuyao suddenly reached out and patted Yan Jingchen's shoulder. "Are you done? Have you poured out your heart? You've already let go of the pressure and grievances you've been feeling? Alright, I heard you. The Vigorous Thunder Technique, the Cleaving Nine Heavens, and the True Martial Arts Conference are equivalent to your marriage. "She laughed, her eyes as bright as stars." Your father's guess is very insightful. I think the 'Cleaving Nine Heavens' is most likely in the Pei family. Hurry up and marry her. I wish you good luck in your cultivation, and you won't have to castrate yourself. "
"Fuyao!" Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth and pulled her back. "Fuyao, I know you're upset. I know you're sad that I left you. You don't have to deliberately anger me, and you don't have to say these words to hurt yourself …"
"Ah ha! I'm upset? I'm sad? I'm deliberately angering you? I'm deliberately hurting myself? "She pointed at her own nose, her eyes wide open.
'Student Yan, aren't you too narcissistic? Yes, we did have a period of time, and I did like you, but it might not have reached the stage of love. Even if it had been, I would not have been so unreasonable.
Do you think I'm advancing by retreating because I still have feelings for you? Do you think my act of letting go is an act in your eyes? ' She looked up at the sky, extremely depressed.
Her silence was proof of Fuyao's hurt feelings in Yan Jingchen's eyes. A spark flashed in his eyes, and he had the courage to speak his next words.
"Fuyao, just wait … Wait until I get married to Pei Yuan and obtain the Vigorous Thunder Technique and the Cleaving Nine Heavens. What happens after that … won't be up to her. I swear to you that I will never touch her body. In the future, in the future, the Yan family will be ours!"
…
'Good, good plan. Good plan.
Why didn't I realize that you had such potential and imagination? '
Fuyao was speechless for a long time, and then she smiled.
She squatted on the horse's back, smiling warmly and sincerely. Although her posture was not elegant, it only made her look bright and elegant.
"Young Marquis Yan, trust me. In this lifetime, the Yan family belongs to you and your poodle. No one will ever replace your poodle, because it's really an unlucky job."
She rummaged through her clothes and took out the dough figurine that she had eaten earlier. She squeezed it into the shape of an animal and handed it to Yan Jingchen, who was staring at her blankly.
"I wish you and your wife a happy marriage, and a long life."
She jumped off the horse and stomped hard on its abdomen, causing it to gallop away in pain.
Yan Jingchen hurriedly pulled on the reins and finally calmed his beloved horse down. He stopped in the middle of the road and looked back, disappointed. She was long gone.
He sighed silently, thinking about Fuyao. She had completely shed the disguise she had worn in the Mystic Essence Sword Sect. She was even more beautiful and radiant, like a fiery hyacinth flower.
That flower had originally bloomed in his field of vision, swaying with a myriad of charm because of his smile. Now, it was still in full bloom, brighter than before, but it was no longer a beauty that belonged to him alone.
He had missed the most beautiful season. He had missed the opportunity to pluck that flower in his hands. Was he destined to stand in a corner and watch her thank others for her?
'No … I can't …'
'She will forgive me …'
Yan Jingchen clenched his fists, as if trying to calm his chaotic emotions. It was only then that he remembered what Fuyao had stuffed into his palm before they parted.
He lowered his head and looked at the object that had almost been squashed.
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