Mobei. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Zhenbei General's Mansion. Jiefu.

It was another scorching noon, the sun was shining, and most people chose to cool off inside the house and avoid the sweaty days when they walked outside.

But not everyone is enjoying the coolness. At this moment, the martial arts arena in the house. A girl who looked to be about eleven or twelve years old was practicing her sword, and she had sweat on her forehead because of the scorching heat, but she had no time to care about it. Her amber eyes only had a sword, and with each swing of the sword, she would report a number out of her mouth.

Two thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine, three thousand.

She swung her sword three thousand times. When she had done the third thousandth, she stopped moving. Wiping the sweat from her forehead, she smiled.

"Whew." Exhale the turbid breath and sink the sword in his hand into the sheath. After moving her wrist, which was sore from swinging her sword, she walked out of the martial arts arena.

"Done?" A voice came to her ears. When I turned my head, I saw a young man with a calm face dressed in black armor standing under a tree with a knife, as if waiting for her.

"Brother Murong, why are you here today?" The girl saw a look of surprise in the man's amber eyes.

"The mission is over, and I just happened to be free, I remember that you didn't say last time that you wanted to eat the sweet and sour fish of Zuihualou." The young man walked slowly out from under the tree, the sun shining on his knife-like face. This young man in his early twenties is Murong Yao. And the girl wielding the sword in the martial arts arena was Xie Zhao, who he brought back to Mobei from Sangyu Town eight years ago.

Perhaps because of the fledgling complex, the young Xie Zhao always liked to pester Murong Yao, and although Xie Zhengyun and Mrs. Xie had a headache for this, they finally acquiesced to Murong Yao to follow Xie Zhao. As he grew older, although Xie Zhao no longer pestered Murong Yao as he did when he was a child, he still regarded Murong Yao as his brother.

Different from the graceful beauty of the water towns in the south of the Yangtze River, Mobei exudes a desolate and vast feeling everywhere. Unlike the people in Jiefu, who are enjoying the coolness, the streets of Yancheng are a bustling scene. The hawkers are constantly shouting, and jugglers from exotic lands are playing the flute conductor's colorful snake dance. Xie Zhao followed Murong Yao's side, looking around at everything that was lively on the street. Her amber eyes sparkled with curiosity about everything. Although she has been in Mobei for eight years, there are only a handful of times she can walk on the street leisurely like this, and most of the time she is accompanied by the obscure military book and the three-foot Qingfeng long sword.

"It's so lively." Xie Zhao's face was slightly red, and she looked at everything on the street dizzily.

Although Murong Yao's face was still indifferent, if you looked closely, you would still find that his tightly pursed mouth in the past was slightly raised at the moment, and he was in a good mood.

"Brother Murong, what do you think of this?" Xie Zhao picked up the mask from a stall and put it on Kan's head.

Striding to the front of the stall, Murong Yao scanned all the masks with his eyes, he stretched out his hand and picked up one and handed it to Xie Zhao. "Try this."

took the mask handed over by Murong Yao and buckled it on his head. Xie Zhao took out a copper plate large enough for two masks from the money bag around his waist and handed it to the mask seller.

"This is good for Brother Murong." Xie Zhao put the first mask on his head in Murong Yao's arms. Jumping up and running to the next stall. Looking at Xie Zhao's back, Murong Yao's pitch-black eyes flashed with a hint of waves. But in an instant, his eyes returned to a dark dead silence.

"Brother Murong, hurry up." Xie Zhao noticed that Murong Yao didn't follow, and she waved at Murong Yao, who was standing not far away.

"Here we are." Murong Yao said and took a step. Accompanied the curious Xie Zhaodong to look west, and when the two of them arrived at the Zuihualou, it was already noon.

The shopkeeper looked at Murong Yao and Xie Zhao, who walked in with a sword on his back, and hurriedly stepped forward.

"Lord Murong, please." The shopkeeper said and walked up to the second floor with Murong Yao and Xie Zhao. After taking a seat, the shopkeeper asked.

"Lord Murong. Is it still the same today? ”

"Plus a sweet and sour fish and an osmanthus cake." After Murong Yao said this, he saw Xie Zhao beside him, and a satisfied expression appeared on his face.

"Okay, I'll bring tea and pastries to the two of you later." After speaking, the shopkeeper retreated.

Murong Yao looked at Xie Zhao, who was sitting on the chair and wanted to stop talking, and slowly spoke. "How can you show such an expression?"

"Brother Murong, it's so difficult to arrange troops......" Xie Zhao leaned on the table without any image and complained to Murong Yao, who regarded her as a brother. My grandfather has been getting stricter and stricter lately. It seemed that he wanted to understand Zhengyun Xie Zhao pursed his lips and puffed out his cheeks.

"The general is also for your own good." As he grew older, Murong Yao, as one of Xie Zhengyun's capable subordinates, also knew the situation of the Xie family at the moment. Young Master Feihong has been more and more prodigal since the events of the past few years. And Xie Zhengyun seems to have given up on Xie Feihong. He began to teach Xie Zhao wholeheartedly to arrange troops, although Xie Zhao in front of him is only twelve years old now, but in a few years she will inherit this great Xie Mansion and Mobei, an invisible northern empire.

"I know, but I still want to go out like this or wear a skirt like an ordinary girl." Fiddling with the teacup in front of him, Xie Zhao sighed. It's not that she doesn't know the situation of Xie Fu at the moment, but occasionally she also wants to relax, just like an ordinary girl can wear a long skirt. But she can only think about it, from the day she followed Murong Yao back and changed her name to Xie Zhao, she could only be with the sword and soldier book. This heavy sense of fate. Xie Zhao couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly.

"If you want to wear a skirt, I'll take you to the cloth village to buy it later."

Xie Zhao's hand playing with the teacup stopped, and she raised her head to look at Murong Yao.

"What's the matter, look at me like this." Murong Yao's tone was as flat as ever, and there was no expression on his face.

"I'm ......," Xie Zhao opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the voice of the shopkeeper.

"My lord, you want tea and pastries." With the shouting of the shopkeeper, the door was pushed open. Tea and delicate pastries were then placed on the table. "Please wait a little longer, the dish will be ready soon." Bent down and said this to Murong Yao and Xie Zhao, the shopkeeper retreated again.

What Xie Zhao was about to say was interrupted because it was interrupted.

Looking at Xie Zhao, Murong Yao's eyes were doting, but Murong Yao didn't realize it himself, and Xie Zhao didn't understand it yet.

Reach out and pick up the delicate-looking osmanthus cake on the plate, look at it, and then take a bite. Although it tastes good, it is completely different from the osmanthus cake I remembered when I was a child. Xie Zhao lost the interest in continuing to eat the second piece.

For a moment both men were silent.

It wasn't until he walked out of the drunken flower building after the meal, Xie Zhao saw that it was not the way back to the Xie Mansion before he spoke again. "Brother Murong, where are we going?"

Murong Yao just said two words. "Buzhuang."

Xie Zhao was a little stunned for a moment, but she immediately came back to her senses, and followed Murong Yao's side with a bright smile on her face. Brother Murong is really the best.

The largest cloth village in Yancheng is none other than Li Ji Cloth Village, the owner of which is a businessman who travels between the north and the south. In Li Ji Buzhuang, even if you are in Mobei, you can buy silk from the south of the Yangtze River, exotic tulle, and silk from the south of the mirror. Vice versa.

Qi Mu is a buddy of Li Ji Buzhuang, because he is not old and his surname is Qi, so everyone usually calls him Xiaoqi. On this day, two very impressive guests came to the cloth village. One of the guests, dressed in black and armor, had a very serious looking face, and he pursed his lips tightly, but his face softened a lot when he looked at the little girl beside him. Next to him was a little girl of about eleven or twelve years old, with her hair tied back like a boy's, and wearing a dark blue suit. On her back was a three-foot sword that was still a little big for her at this time.

Murong Yao looked around at the ready-to-wear clothes in the store with her eyes and then spoke slowly. "Take a few sets of clothes suitable for eleven or twelve-year-old girls, the price is not a problem."

The shopkeeper hurriedly nodded. "Okay, wait." After saying that, he walked into the backyard of the store, as if to get suitable clothes.

After a while, the owner of the cloth village walked out, holding a few cloth bags in his hands. After opening the cloth bag in turn, several sets of clothes were quietly displayed in front of Murong Yao and Xie Zhao.

"Do you like it?"

Xie Zhao nodded. "I like the blue one."

"I see that the girl's complexion is relatively white, you can try wearing red, it should also look good." The shopkeeper of Buzhuang said to Xie Zhao and Murong Yao with a smile.

"Let's try them all." Murong Yao pointed to a few sets of clothes.

Picking up the several sets of clothes that Murong Yao pointed to, Xie Zhao walked into the changing room prepared by Buzhuang.

Looking at the red dress on his body, Xie Zhao walked out of the changing room at a loss. She hadn't worn such a bright color since she was a child, and she was a little unaccustomed to it for a while. "How. Brother Murong. ”

Murong Yao sat on the chair, and when he heard Xie Zhao's voice and raised his eyes, he was a little stunned for a moment, the little girl in red in front of him was the child he took back to Mobei in his arms. On weekdays, she is a little girl in a strong outfit and a ponytail, so she looks so good when she wears a red dress. In a few years, I'm afraid that even a strong outfit won't be able to hide her beauty.

"Brother Murong." Xie Zhao looked at Murong Yao a little stunned, she approached Murong Yao and stretched out her hand to shake it in front of Murong Yao's eyes.

"You're a good fit for red."

"Oh, yes. But I always feel that the red one is too flamboyant. Xie Zhao still felt a little awkward when he looked at the red clothes on his body.

"I've bought them all." Saying that, Murong Yao got up and approached the shopkeeper of Buzhuang, and after asking about the price, he took off the money bag from his waist and handed the money to the shopkeeper of Buzhuang.

Murong Yao noticed that when he looked at Xie Zhao in red, an indescribable feeling arose in his heart. But Xie Zhao is the future master of Xie Mansion, and he is just a guard under Xie Zhengyun.