"This voice … is it really Miss Consort Yuan?" When Hong Yi heard the voice coming from the sedan chair, his heart beat so violently that even he could hear it clearly.
Because this voice was exactly the same as the Consort Yuan he had met at the Autumn Moon Temple. Whether it was the tone or the tone, there was no difference at all.
Hearing this voice, Hong Yi finally confirmed his guess. The woman in the red palace dress was the incomparably noble Imperial Noble Consort. She was also the princess of the Northern Yuan Tu Dynasty and a relative of a group of white foxes.
This confirmed the guess in his heart, but Hong Yi felt even more confused. These identities of Consort Yuan were like a fog, and he was also involved in a fog.
Of course, no one present could guess what was going on in Hong Yi's mind.
However, it was obviously not appropriate to mention the matter of the Autumn Moon Temple now. Now the Imperial Noble Consort had come to the manor to meet relatives. Hong Yi knew that the matters of the Autumn Moon Temple and the secluded valley could only be hidden in his heart forever and could not be revealed. Otherwise, the huge consequences were not something he could bear.
"Your Highness has recognized this little Marquis as your relative, and this little Marquis is inexplicably frightened. Today, Your Highness has come to visit your relatives, and this little Marquis can only greet you with water. If there is any inconsiderate etiquette, please punish this little Marquis severely."
Hong Xuanji bowed and spoke word by word, like a memorial to the imperial court. Every word was like gold falling on a stone slab, sonorous and hard.
This tone was respectful and rigid to the extreme. It showed the demeanor of a minister of the imperial court and the cornerstone of the country.
However, when Hong Yi heard Hong Xuanji's voice, there was an inexplicable chill in the depths of his heart. This chill was like a sword, and every word was threatening. They were all directed at Consort Yuan in the sedan chair.
"Marquis Wu Wen's etiquette is very thoughtful this time. It's just that it's a little too extravagant. In the future, we'll be a family, so there's no need to be so courteous. Every year, as long as Your Majesty and Empress Dowager allow it, this consort will also come back to visit our relatives to relieve the pain of homesickness. "Consort Yuan's voice rang out from within the palanquin. It was light, clear, and as smooth as a pearl.
"The residence has been revitalized and has built a residence that is quite Yuan Tu style for niangniang. I would like to ask niangniang to move to this residence so that you won't miss your hometown so much." Hong Xuanji bowed again.
"Alright." Consort Yuan agreed. The palanquin was lifted again, heading towards the main residence.
After Consort Yuan's carriage moved past, the entire Marquis's fu kneeling people finally stood up and crowded behind the carriage. A group of old nannies and servant girls followed at the back, excitedly whispering to each other.
This was a rare sight. Even for a servant who had seen much of the world, it was something new.
What's more, with Consort Yuan's visit to her relatives, Marquis Wu Wen's fu would immediately become a relative of the emperor. Even the servants in the fu would feel honored.
Hong Yi followed behind a large group of brothers and sisters, crowding around them. He was wondering if Consort Yuan would call him later.
"Hong Yi, I heard that you've practiced martial arts? Where did you learn it? " At this moment, Hong Yi suddenly felt that there was another person beside him. A fragrant wind filled his nostrils and at the same time, there was a heroic air about her.
Turning his head, he saw that it was Hong Xuejiao, who was wearing a white silk robe and a jade hairpin in her hair. She was dressed like a virtuous lady.
Hong Xuejiao liked to wear martial attire. It was neat and tidy, she was skilled in riding and archery, valiant, and skilled in martial arts. This was something that everyone in the Marquis's fu recognized. However, with the arrival of Empress Consort Yuan today, she had dressed up as a woman the moment she got up.
"I'm just practicing archery in addition to studying." Hong Yi glanced at Hong Xuejiao.
"Oh? Then you've practiced well. I heard that little Marquis of Changle competed with you in archery at Flower Scattering Brothel. You shot five arrows in a row and won his Flaming Roman horse, 'Lightning Chasing Horse'. You even won the Princess of Zhennan's beloved sword, 'Shark Cutter'. "Hong Xuejiao's words were filled with undisguised envy.
"Yes."
Hong Yi only replied with one word.
"Good little brother, can you lend me that 'Shark Cutter' for two days to play with? I don't want it, just lend it to me for two days. "Hong Xuejiao suddenly used her elbow to lightly nudge Hong Yi.
"Good little brother? … "Hearing this form of address, Hong Yi's whole body felt a little numb, but he didn't make a sound.
The 'Shark Cutter' was a divine weapon that could cut through iron like mud. Such a treasured sword was hard to come by. Even with Hong Xuejiao's status, it was difficult for her to get one.
Without a doubt, this sword was also a treasure that martial artists yearned for day and night. With this sword, the lethality of a martial artist would suddenly increase by ten times. There was no one who wouldn't want it.
"Just lend it to me for two days, or even one day. Oh right, you still don't have a groom for that horse you won, right? I have five horses and a dozen groom. I'll transfer two or three of them to you. They're all extremely experienced people. Are you afraid that Big Sister won't return it after borrowing it? I'll write a note, okay? "
Hong Xuejiao hurriedly said.
"I left my body and peeked at her practicing martial arts, so I can be considered to have memorized the entire Tiger Demon Bone-Training Fist. Although I did it secretly, I still owe her a favor. Since I'm borrowing it, I'll consider it as returning the favor."
Hong Yi thought for a while, then said, "Alright, after Her Highness returns from visiting relatives, you can come to the Osmanthus Flower Wing to get it. My horse indeed needs a groom to take care of, so you can transfer two. "
"What a good little brother, we've agreed." Hong Xuejiao beamed, turned around, and went to the front.
Soon after, the group arrived at the main residence. After entering the main residence's large garden, they saw a large round roof made of cedar trees in the middle of the garden's large pond. It looked like a fortress and was filled with an exotic flavor.
"Marquis Wu Wen, your Yuantu Fortress is built exactly like my hometown. It's been hard on you."
In the distance, Consort Yuan got off the sedan chair and was supported by several eunuchs into the round roof house. The bead curtains hung down, and the people of the manor respectfully waited outside.
"It is this little marquis's honor to serve Her Highness," Hong Xuanji said.
"I heard you have a son named Hong Yi, who is quite talented in poetry. Will he be present today? "After a moment of silence, Consort Yuan spoke again behind the bead curtains.
Hong Yi's heart tightened.
At the same time, he felt the gazes of everyone in the manor on him, and he felt very uncomfortable. He raised his head to look at Hong Xuanji, but to his surprise, Hong Xuanji didn't seem to see him, and didn't look at him, still bowing. "How could the reputation of the little marquis's unfilial son enter Her Highness' phoenix ears? Hong Yi, come out and pay respects to Her Highness. "
Hong Yi stood out as told.
After Hong Xuanji spoke, Hong Yi stood out. A eunuch shouted, "Consort Yuan, Her Highness, bestow Hong Yi a brush, ink, paper, and order him to compose a poem."
Two eunuchs each took a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone, and set up a table, ordering Hong Yi to come forward.
Hong Yi walked forward and saw a beautiful and ethereal face behind the bead curtains. It was the face he had met at Autumn Moon Temple that day.
"Hong Yi, I still have to thank you for answering my question that day. You did me a great favor, but I didn't expect you to be Marquis Wu Wen, Hong Xuanji's son."
Just as Hong Yi was peeking at Consort Yuan's face, a voice suddenly sounded in the depths of Hong Yi's heart.
This wasn't a speech from his mouth, but a conversation directly imprinted in his soul. Clearly, this was Consort Yuan's telepathic conversation using soul techniques.
"Hong Yi, don't be surprised. Ziyue and I are both part of the eight great demon immortals in the world."
As if sensing Hong Yi's confusion, Consort Yuan's voice sounded again.
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