Chapter 455: Tomorrow After Tomorrow And Return To The Great Departure (Run Finish, Readable)
Outside Duyou City, Zhao Rong and Zhao Qian'er boarded the ship.
Duyoudongcheng is bustling with lights.
It was even more prosperous, because a certain rumor quickly spread among the people in the market.
In the Xiaoyao Mansion of Taiqing, the girl of the Zhao family who had long been famous had amazing luck. She received a mysterious and huge blessing and once again entered the first-level swordsmanship.
He immediately became famous in Duyou City.
After learning that Concubine Zhao Ling had returned to Qinglian Residence on Wutong Street with the Deputy Palace Master of Xiaoyao Mansion and her fellow senior sisters and brothers, there was an endless stream of sword cultivators who had gathered to see her as Yu Feijian.
The big immortal sects and wealthy families that were entrenched on Wangque Mountain all sent their heavyweights to Qinglian Residence with gifts to celebrate and observe, and to win over him enthusiastically.
Even Tianya Jiange and Youlan Mansion sent important figures to the scene tonight.
Tonight, Wutong Street is full of traffic and very lively.
The monks and passers-by all over the city also talked about it...
In fact, Wutong Street in the past was a clean place.
Although Duyoudongcheng has always been the place with the highest concentration of monks on Wangquezhou Mountain, the various forces are intertwined and complicated.
But with Youshan as the dividing line, the east city becomes quieter and quieter as you go east. It is full of palaces and pavilions with carved dragons and painted buildings, mansions and private houses, and the lights are bright, but there is no noise.
These are the deep mansions of the powerful nobles of the Xian family...
The closer you get to the West City, the more bustling and noisy it becomes, closer to the casual cultivators.
Wutong Street is located to the east of Youshan. It used to have a quiet atmosphere, but tonight, its prosperity is destined to be comparable to the bustling city of Xicheng.
However, in sharp contrast to it is a remote alley in the narration of Wutong Street...
Inside Jingwa Alley.
The aisles are narrow, the floors are wet, and autumn leaves are everywhere.
There was silence and darkness.
The noise from the street next door could be heard faintly. It seemed very far away and very close at the same time, like two worlds.
At the end of the alley, in a dilapidated restaurant, Zhao Xifu leaned against the wooden door habitually with his chest crossed.
He squinted at the night sky in the direction of Wutong Street next door, seemingly lost in thought.
At a certain moment, the ancient clock on the top of the mountain in the distance rang.
The dull bell that seems unchanged for thousands of years resounds through Duyou.
The old man in green robe, who was sitting on the bench as if he had been dozing, got up, touched his head with sparse hair, hunched his back, ran into the Xia Chong Zhai, and rang the bronze bell on time.
The shopkeeper, who was leaning against the door, ignored the old man in green robe passing by.
He suddenly turned around with a bright smile and said to the middle-aged woman who came quietly behind him:
"What's wrong, Bingbing?"
Bing Niang looked at the sky outside the door curiously, "Is there some happy event happening in the next street?"
Zhao Xifu shrugged, "Who knows."
At this time, the old man in green robe, who came in on time, rang the ancient bronze bell on the wooden door, and the bell resounded throughout the dim hall of Xia Chongzhai.
When Bing Niang heard the sound of the bell, she looked a little surprised, "Ah, it's already 4:00 p.m., so it's so late. I don't know if Miss Zhao and Mr. Zhao are home yet..."
She murmured and shook her head, as if...she heard the old man in green robe ringing the bell, and then she knew what time it was.
And before.
Outside Xia Chong Zhai.
The middle-aged woman seemed to have heard the sound of the great bell that resounded through Duyou City...
At this time, the man in charge smiled and nodded.
Bing Niang said softly: "It's so late and the next door is so lively. Why don't we go take a look. I've been angry since I got up in the morning and haven't been out all day. It's a bit boring."
Zhao Xifu stepped forward, held her hand, smiled and shook his head, "It's too late, it's cold in the night, so forget it. If you want to go out... let's do it tomorrow."
Bing Niang hesitated to speak, but then smiled softly, "Okay, listen to you, Xiao Zhao, it's getting late."
She seemed to want to say something else, and rubbed her forehead, "Hey, I wanted to say something before. I just came here just to ask about this. Why did I forget again?"
Zhao Xifu smiled and thought for a moment, "Are you asking how that girl Zhao can shine with light and have a sword flying around beside her?"
"Yes, that's it." Bing Niang smiled happily, grabbed the shopkeeper's hand, and then whispered: "Girl Zhao and the friends and teachers she brought, why don't they feel like normal people...
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"Isn't this normal? Aren't they just normal people?" Zhao Xifu said in a 'puzzled' tone, gently interrupting the woman's words.
He looked serious and said: "Isn't it normal in our city to fly around like this and shine on your body?"
"Huh?" Bing Niang was dubious.
The shopkeeper nodded, "My family taught me this when I was a kid, and everyone in the world is like this...I can do it too. Do you want to see the light shine, or let you fly around? I'm very good at it."
As he spoke slowly, he also laughed, held her hand, and smiled very happily.
Bing Niang was stunned, and then she was also infected by her own man, smiling happily.
Then, she stretched out her hand to straighten Zhao Xifu's collar, wiped the dust on his shoulders, and whispered softly: "Then don't shine now, it's too late and it's dazzling. My eyes are a little blurry now, um, tomorrow, tomorrow
I want to see, hey, why do you all know these things, but I don’t..."
The delicate woman looked slightly depressed.
Zhao Xifu nodded and said, "Okay."
The man paused and made another promise he had made countless times: "Tomorrow."
The delicate woman smiled and nodded, then turned around to go back to the kitchen.
But halfway through, she suddenly looked back and said: "Xiao Zhao..."
Zhao Xifu showed a gentle smile: "What's wrong?"
"Tomorrow...if I go out tomorrow, I want to go see the sea, is that okay?"
"Why do you suddenly want to see the sea?"
"I just... feel a little bored, as if... I've been here for a long time."
The delicate woman looked a little confused and looked around, tilting her head slightly.
"You just can't sit still, okay." Zhao Xifu narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'll take you there tomorrow."
Ice Lady suddenly became happy and turned around to go back.
"I'll go upstairs first. You should come up and go to bed early. Don't be busy. You'll be busy tomorrow."
Zhao Xifu nodded and watched her graceful back disappear.
His eyes were a little distracted, as if he felt that he couldn't get enough of her.
Not long after, the shopkeeper took a long breath and rubbed his face.
He glanced at the old man in green robe outside the door who kept his peace and rang the bell for a certain woman on time every day.
The old man named Yu Bo dozed off on the bench again.
Over the past thousand years, this has been the case every day. As time goes by, the old man with a long lifespan of immortality has become old, but the ordinary woman named Bing Niang still looks the same.
The unshaven shopkeeper turned around.
He picked up a broom at hand and walked alone into the deserted alley.
He lowered his head and silently swept the floor.
Slowly sweep away the autumn leaves that have fallen into the alley countless times.
In the alley, an old man in green robe was sleeping, and a bearded man was sweeping the floor.
No one spoke.
at night.
A wing somewhere on the second floor of Xia Chongzhai.
A woman said confusedly before going to bed: "Xiao Zhao, my... memory is getting worse and worse. I always feel like... I can't remember things."
The man shook his head, "No, you're just stupid."
"You...you are not allowed to scold me."
The man nodded, "Go to bed early, tomorrow... you'll be fine."
"Well... tomorrow... I'll go... see the sea..." She couldn't hold her eyelids open and murmured, "Don't forget..."
The woman went to sleep.
"I won't forget it." In the darkness, the man looked calm and turned over.
"Tomorrow... do you still remember?"
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The next day, noon.
The sky is clear and the autumn sun is shining brightly.
A tall crane-shaped ferry boat in the sea of clouds pierced the sea of clouds high in the sky above Hanjing, the capital of Dali, and slowly revealed its huge figure.
Zhao Rong took Xiao Qian'er and took a boat overnight, finally arriving in Hanjing again.
Hanjing's Yunhai Ferry crossing is built on a hundred-foot-high mountain not far outside the city.
At this time, the ferry on the sea of clouds gradually tilted its bow downward, lowered its height, and prepared to land.
On a certain deck near the front, in front of the crowd, Zhao Rongzheng was holding his arms on the railing, looking down.
Xiao Qian'er followed him closely, standing on tiptoes and holding the railing with her hands, looking at the scenery below.
The Yunhai ferry slowly landed. At the ferry crossing on the top of the mountain below, there were dense crowds of people. It seemed that a welcome ceremony was being held, and it was unknown who they were welcoming.
"Ah, brother Rong'er, there are so many people here. Are they sent by the pretty widow queen to curry favor with you again? Well, I don't know if that interesting little emperor is here..." Xiao Qian'er looked curiously.
He pointed down, his slender index finger pointed at his pink lips, and muttered.
The young Confucian scholar glanced at the crowd below. It was indeed lively. No need to guess, it was just for him.
However, Zhao Rong was not surprised. After all, before returning to Duyou City by boat the day before yesterday, he greeted all the forces in Dali, and today he returned on time and on time without any delay.
"Ha... what a show..." Zhao Rong shook his head and laughed at himself.
Now that he is taking the lead in presiding over the Zen Ceremony that is about to be held, every move he makes is the focus of all forces in Dali, and it is difficult to keep a low profile.
"Oh. Where is my 'personal maid'? Isn't she not here..." Zhao Qian'er was about to smile, but suddenly she retracted her smile because she saw a certain graceful and beautiful figure.
Now, I haven’t run away secretly these days, okay, okay.”
The little girl nodded her head and looked at Su Qingdai, who was at the front of the crowd below, with a calm expression and tone of voice.
When Zhao Rong heard this, he couldn't answer the question.
Xiao Qian'er actually wished that a certain fairy named Su would take the opportunity to run away. Well, it wasn't that she really ran away. After all, she came here for free, and later even hooked up with a Nanshan poem, which the old Zhao family would never do.
Even when buying and selling at a loss, the little girl also kept the family tradition in mind.
She wanted to catch Su Qingdai after she escaped, and then she could justifiably whip her in front of Zhao Rong to train her.
In addition, Zhao Qian'er had another thought in her mind. If Su Qingdai ran away while Brother Rong'er and she were away, wouldn't it prove that she was a coquettish woman who deceived men? Any chance of being the right one would be just an excuse...
However, it is a pity.
Su Qingdai didn't know whether she was really determined to follow the right one, or whether she was too smart to be fooled by Xiao Qian'er.
At this time, she was picking up the boat among the crowd below, and the way she was dressed...
Zhao Qianer puffed her mouth slightly.
Zhao Rong glanced around and caught a glimpse of the figure of a stunning woman in a tall black dress at the front of the crowd who were solemnly receiving the boat below.
I saw that Su Qingdai was wearing a slim-fitting dress as dark as night, with the image of stars left by Nanshan Pinshi flowing on it, just like the starry sky.
Her makeup is exquisite, with a mysterious and elegant purple veil, revealing a pair of long eyes that are cold and arrogant, and her long black hair falls straight down like a waterfall.
It seemed that he knew that a certain young Confucian scholar liked this kind of cold dress of a woman with long black hair and straight hair.
Su Qingdai stood proudly and elegantly at the front of the crowd, standing out from the crowd. She suddenly became the most eye-catching sight among men at this ferry, attracting countless eyes.
However, this stunning iceberg fairy in black dress did not even look at the men around her. Instead, she raised her head slightly and stared unblinkingly at the Yunhai ferry that was gradually approaching and landing.
Her cold and pretty face, which was as cold as ice for thousands of years, seemed to reveal a look of anticipation and longing. Especially after her eyes met with Zhao Rong, who was leaning on the railing on the boat, a slight blush appeared on Su Qingdai's cheeks, and the corners of her lips curved...
The scene of the "iceberg melting" of this stunning fairy on the famous Dali Mountain immediately attracted the attention of countless people at the ferry. The noise in the crowd could not help but be half suppressed, and everyone's eyes were stunned: This cold and arrogant person
Fairy Su is so... shy!?
On the deck, Zhao Qianer's sharp eyes caught the eye-catching scene for the first time.
She opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhao Rong, who had a calm face, and then at Su Qingdai, who had a happy face below. Xiao Qian'er couldn't help but bite her lip, straighten her small breasts, and glare at the latter with her peach blossom eyes.
"Oh, Hu Meizi...little Hu Meizi..."
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Zhao Rong briefly glanced at Su Qingdai below, then quickly looked away, without looking at the crowd again, to see what kind of people came...
On the side, Xiao Qian'er held Brother Rong'er's arm and hummed for a while, then her expression suddenly became calm.
She remembered what the young lady had whispered to her in private yesterday.
Xiao Qian'er tilted her head, squinted slightly, and looked at the stunning woman in black skirt below the boat who had a similar temperament to the young lady but a completely different personality.
Her lacquer-like eyes moved very smartly, "Oh, Miss and I can't cure you?"
Zhao Rong turned a deaf ear and did not pay attention to the tacit and dangerous little war between these women.
He has more important things to do, especially during the next period, he is expected to be very busy.
Xiao Qian'er and Miss Su didn't care how they made trouble, as long as it was within the scope of his acquiescence and they didn't cause any trouble for him.
Otherwise, they will all be spanked...
The Yunhai ferry is getting closer and closer, and the noise at the ferry is getting louder.
Zhao Rong shook his head and turned around to get off the boat.
Before leaving the deck, he looked up at the sunny sky and suddenly recalled some things that happened in the days before returning to Duyou City.
I remember that day, when Zhao Rong, Gu Yiwu, Xiao Qianer and others had just arrived ten miles outside Hanjing, they ushered in a grand ceremony that was ten thousand times more lively than the ferry pick-up at this time - the great departure from Dugu
The queen and the young emperor, together with the civil and military personnel of the Manchu Dynasty and 300,000 people who left the court, welcomed everyone...
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PS: The next few chapters will explain the few days that the protagonist skipped before returning to Hanjing.
By the way, Sword Girl finally got a recommendation position, it’s not easy...