Consultante de vie de la dynastie Song du Sud

Chapitre 65

[Dynastic Turmoil: A Thousand Years Ago 1]

Yu Zhou groggily opened her eyes, her beautiful eyes widening in surprise at the sight before her. A huge face was pressed tightly against her cheek, somewhat effeminate, but the prominent Adam's apple told Yu Zhou that he was a man. Instinctively, she used her hand to push against Qiao Yun's shoulder and struggled to push Qiao Yun aside.

Qiao Yun's eyelashes fluttered, her lovely lips moved, and her eyes suddenly opened as she exclaimed, "Yaya, you're awake!" Yu Zhou looked at her, bewildered, his brows furrowed with confusion.

Qiao Yun smiled at Yu Zhou, but when she saw the delicate hand on her chest, she said unhappily, "Hey, why are you trying to take advantage of me?" and quickly turned away.

Yu Zhou was stunned for a moment, blinking his eyes. Although Qiao Yun was dressed in women's clothing, it was obvious at a glance that he was a man. How could he be...?

Yu Zhou looked at Qiao Yun without saying a word.

"Are you mute?" Qiao Yun turned around again and looked at Yu Zhou's mouth.

Yu Zhou's lips twitched incessantly. This guy was just throwing a tantrum, but now he's obediently studying whether she's mute or not.

Yu Zhou almost rolled his eyes at Qiao Yun. Qiao Yun blinked her beautiful, watery eyes and forcefully pried open Yu Zhou's mouth, saying as she looked at him, "Your voice is fine! Have you gone stupid?" Yu Zhou sadly pushed Qiao Yun's hand away.

"I'm not mute." Yu Zhou looked at Qiao Yun sadly. Qiao Yun lifted her skirt, rested her chin on her hand, nodded, and said, "That's true. I, Qiao Yun, never make a wrong diagnosis. But you, why didn't you say anything just now?" Qiao Yun pointed at Yu Zhou and accused him.

"You saved me," Yu Zhou asked, not as a question, but as a statement. Qiao Yun raised her proud head, her perfect neck held high, and nodded gracefully.

"Thank you!" Yu Zhou said softly.

Qiao Yun turned his head and saw the man before him. He was very beautiful. Although he knew it, he was still stunned by those mysterious black eyes. His bright, sparkling eyes, both watery and fiery, were alluringly captivating. His faint smile and the way he turned his head were incredibly graceful. His clear eyes seemed both indifferent and affectionate, especially the way he looked down, a melancholy tinged with playfulness. Clearly, they were the eyes of a young man, yet you could deeply sense that you couldn't look directly into them; they were even mysterious, and you couldn't find anything within them. You could only be explored.

"Is your name Yu Zhou, or Yu Xuanyuan?" Qiao Yun stood up, gracefully tossing her skirt aside, her long nails brushing against Yu Zhou's cheek. An inexplicable blush appeared on Qiao Yun's face.

Yu Zhou found it somewhat amusing; he was the one who had teased her first, and she hadn't even blushed yet, but he was the one who was blushing first. Yu Zhou nodded, her beautiful eyes full of laughter.

"Yes...that's good." Qiao Yun looked at Yu Zhou somewhat awkwardly and handed him a tiny notebook. She said uneasily, "This is what our ancestors wanted to leave for you. Take a look, Divine Child." Her last sentence was spoken with unusual seriousness. Yu Zhou's pupils widened.

"You are..." Yu Zhou took the notebook and asked.

"Qiao Yun, a descendant of the divine child from a thousand years ago." Qiao Yun finished the sentence for Yu Zhou.

Suddenly, the notebook emitted a golden light, shimmering like water, and its golden border grew enormous. Twenty-six English letters then appeared on the notebook, continuously arranging and repeating themselves step by step. To Qiao Yun's astonishment, it transformed into a piece of paper and flew into Yu Zhou's palm.

"What is this thing?" Qiao Yun asked, puzzled.

Yu Zhou lowered his eyes and said, "An English letter!" Yu Zhou began to interpret it.

“My descendant, I think you must be Qiao Yun. According to my calculations, you should be listed under the character ‘Yun’. And Yu Zhou, the peerless prime minister, hello fellow townsman.” Qiao Yun looked at Yu Zhou in shock. Yu Zhou smiled and said, “I don’t know what happened either. If I’m not mistaken, it should be a letter left to me by your ancestors.”

"Damn it, what kind of writing is this? It's awful," Qiao Yun said dismissively.

"Qiao Yun, I hope you can cure Yu Zhou's illness. This is not an order, but an obligation, an obligation that the Qiao family owes to the people of Eurasia. You may have some doubts after hearing this, but that's okay! Let me tell you my story."

[Dynasty Storms: A Thousand Years Ago 2]

A thousand years ago, I accidentally obtained the Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendants. With their power, I traveled to Eurasia in a time machine. The standard of living here isn't high, but it's simple. Since arriving here, to avoid all trouble, I've changed into men's clothing. I'm a biochemistry PhD; nothing is too difficult for me. You should understand this, Yu Zhou.

In the years that followed, I used the identity of Qiao Yu to form the Thirteen Riders of Juecha. Each member was cold-blooded and ruthless, obeying only their master. I was originally loyal to the Gengyue Kingdom, but I fell in love with Prime Minister Hua Qingyang. He was a gentle man, kind to everyone, but he was extremely ambitious. Originally, Gengyue was the most prosperous country in Eurasia. It was because he held the emperor hostage that Gengyue was divided, becoming what you now see as Shuiyue.

Because I fell in love with him, I abandoned my own mission, which caused the Shui family to break with me. Originally, the Tianchi Shui family had a three-way relationship with me and the Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendant, but I broke my promise, which led to the division of the four countries into five countries. The Dragon and Phoenix Jade Pendant lost its original divine power and could no longer unify Eurasia.

But I don't regret it. However, what I didn't expect was that Hua Qingyang was besieged by the other three kingdoms because of his rebellion. I had no choice but to launch the Thirteen Riders of Juesha and slaughtered all the million-strong army of the other three kingdoms of Gengyue. I didn't even spare the old, weak, women and children, because the Thirteen Riders of Juesha were born to fight. There is no right or wrong, only killing.

I watched helplessly as the blood of millions flowed throughout the river, devoid of any color, only congealed red, in vast swirling patches, leaving only the crimson hue of blood.

One by one, rotting corpses, accompanied by cold smiles, stood thirteen blood-soaked figures in black coats, riding black steeds, their faces expressionless, their hands stained with blood.

Hua Qingyang witnessed this scene, sneered, and watched the carnage. I knew I had committed an unforgivable crime; I knew I had done wrong. I immediately knelt before this bizarre scene, using my destiny chart to calculate events a thousand years later. Then I vanished from this cold-blooded battlefield. The war lasted seven days, but it felt to me like seven years had passed.

I haven't seen Hua Qingyang since then. He left behind a piece of blue and white porcelain, and everything I made, including the Thirteen Riders of Juecha. I've left it all to you. Qiao Yu has completely vanished from this continent.

My only hope now is for you, Yu Zhou, to help me complete the mission I haven't finished. Qiao Yun, if my calculations are correct, you still face a calamity—your calamity, and also the calamity of our Qiao family. Yu Zhou, I hope that when you read this passage, you will not tell Qiao Yun that you are a woman; perhaps this will be your fatal flaw.

Qiao Yu's last words.

Although the letter was short, it vividly depicted the scene. Yu Zhou finally understood the terror of the Thirteen Riders of Absolute Slaughter; in just seven days, a million people had perished. Those thirteen individuals alone were truly terrifying. If Qiao Yu hadn't felt remorse, perhaps far more than a million would have perished. Yu Zhou omitted the last sentence and had Qiao Yun read it aloud. Although she knew nothing about Qiao Yu, Yu Zhou didn't want Qiao Yun to know her identity now. The letter vaguely mentioned an alias, suggesting Qiao Yu wanted to conceal it from Qiao Yun. Why? What was the reason? Yu Zhou stared at the letter in her hand, puzzled.

Qiao Yun looked at the dazed Yu Zhou and chuckled, "Hey! What are your thoughts, you idiot?" Qiao Yun was somewhat surprised. Although she knew her ancestor was powerful, she didn't know that this ancestor was a woman, and from another dimension at that. She actually defied ethics and morality to fall in love with a man and pave the way for him. How could such a woman not be astonishing?

Qiao Yun admired this kind of woman the most.

My family is having dinner with guests today... I was busy serving them, so this is all I can offer. *Sigh*

[Dynasty Storms: Curing Illness 1]

"Hey! You androgynous bastard, say something!" Qiao Yun said, annoyed at Yu Zhou's dazed expression. Androgynous? That seems to be him. Yu Zhou snapped out of his reverie and looked at Qiao Yun's face.

Suddenly, Qiao Yun's face turned bright red with embarrassment, as if it had been soaked in ink. Yu Zhou still looked at Qiao Yun, completely bewildered.

"Did you get burned?" Yu Zhou was about to reach out and touch Qiao Yun's face when Qiao Yun quickly dodged, pointing at Yu Zhou's hand and saying, "You little brat, how dare you touch me with your pig's trotter? Don't you want to die?" As she spoke, her face turned extremely red.

Pig's trotters? Yu Zhou looked at his slender, pale hands, long and delicate, with fingers as white as jade. In the sunlight, a few veins were faintly visible. Could these hands be considered pig's trotters?

Qiao Yun seemed to see Yu Zhou's confusion and said nonchalantly, "I misspoke, it's chicken feet. They look awful, so don't ever stick your chicken feet out here again."

Yu Zhou nodded and withdrew his hand.