Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 203
Zhu Huihui said, "I didn't know much to begin with, and I've already told you everything. What's the point of bad guys killing me? They might as well just kill you..." So if I continue to follow you, my life is in real danger!
"Stop babbling!" Feng Xuese scolded. Who said this girl was stupid? When it comes to scheming, she's smarter than a monkey! But, has the trail really gone cold? Who left behind the two erotic items Zhu Huihui picked up? This nun's death was different from the others; everyone else's postures were natural, but she was stuffed behind a brocade curtain, and the murderer seemed to have acted very hastily when killing her…
After thinking for a long time, Feng Xuese still felt there were many doubts and he couldn't figure it out. He sighed, afraid that there might be something he had missed, so he and Liu Yue carefully searched the nunnery again, but they could not find any clues. So they left Luomei Nunnery.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Fifteen (2)
After passing through the plum grove and returning to the fork in the road, the white horse, its color as white as maple leaves, waited for its master on the hillside, while Zhu Huihui's little black donkey had long since disappeared.
Zhu Huihui cursed, "If I had known this stupid donkey was going to run away, I would have chopped off one of its legs and stewed it first!" No wonder the old man always wanted to cut off his own leg; it turns out that cutting off the leg is the best way to deal with a dishonest fellow.
Feng Xuese ignored her and asked only, "Where is Brother Liu Yue going?"
Liu Yue laughed and said, "Since I have nothing to do lately, I will follow Brother Feng's arrangements. Even if it's just for my master's daughter, I, Liu Yue, will still get involved in the case of the massacre of the Luomei Nunnery!" He pursed his lips and let out a whistle.
From afar, deep within the plum grove came the sound of a horse's neigh, and a tall, strong steed galloped out. The horse had a coat of yellow hair, glossy and smooth, without a single blemish. Its long mane flew in the wind, and its long tail hung to the ground, making it look like a jade lion.
Feng Xuese exclaimed, "What a magnificent yellow dragon and jade lion steed!"
Liu Yue laughed and said, "Brother Feng's Flying Lightning Snow Steed is also a rare breed in the world!"
Zhu Huihui looked at the two horses with envy. Damn it, was she supposed to trot behind them? With her thin legs, there was no way she could keep up! She touched her stomach; it was already quite empty. Forget chasing the horses, she was afraid that after a few more steps she would collapse and end up keeping company with those nuns…
Liu Yue was very considerate and said with a smile, "It's past noon. I have some dried meat and cakes here. Why don't you have some snacks before you go?"
Maple Snow nodded in agreement: "Alright!"
Hearing the gurgling sound of flowing water nearby, the two men led their horses and followed the sound. After traveling for a short while, they found a clear, shallow stream among the rocks, flowing gently through the plum grove and into the distance.
After letting the two horses drink water and graze, Fengxuese and Liuyue found a flat rock by the stream, sat down, and laid out the food and water bags they had brought.
This young master Liu Yue was of noble birth, and the food he brought was very exquisite and particular. Although it was just ordinary plum blossom cake, pine nut cake, lotus leaf steamed bun, pepper and salt sesame seed cake, fresh rose fruit, venison jerky, crispy small fish, golden thread eight treasures and mixed pickles, the colors were very pleasing to the eye and it was placed in a red lacquered begonia food box with cloud patterns.
Zhu Huihui reached out to grab the steamed bun, but before she could finish, she felt a sharp pain on her head. A snow-white index finger was pressed against her forehead, coldly staring at her.
Zhu Huihui pouted, reluctantly withdrew her arm, took a few steps back, jumped onto a rock by the water, put her hand into the stream, splashed it around a few times, and turned around: "All washed!"
Feng Xuese pointed to her face with her finger.
Zhu Huihui pouted even more: "My face isn't dirty, why do I have to wash it!" Despite her complaints, she didn't dare disobey, and casually scooped up some water and splashed it on her face a couple of times, "My face is washed now!"
Maple Snow slowly shook her head.
Zhu Huihui's cheeks puffed up in anger, and she angrily pulled her sleeves up to her shoulders, revealing her fair arms, and splashed water forcefully on her face.
Maple Snow Colors really had a headache.
The servants at the Chenzhou branch were absolutely right; making Zhu Huihui wash her face, hands, and bathe was like taking her life. He had countless arguments with her about it every day. Sigh! Let this girl be dirty if she wants to; if he can't stand it, he can just ignore her. Why should he meddle in her affairs? But, to watch a young girl he'd finally managed to clean up become a filthy mess again was truly unbearable!
Liu Yue watched them with a gentle smile, thinking to herself: Rumor has it that the Snow-White Young Master of Maple Snow City possesses unparalleled swordsmanship and is known for his chivalrous and righteous nature; yet, it turns out he also has this thoughtful and caring side. Although he was fierce towards this sharp-tongued girl, his concern was evident...
His gaze fell on Zhu Huihui, noticing her tender, lotus-root-like arms. With a vigorous splashing motion, water droplets flowed down her fair wrists, forearms, elbows, and upper arms, wetting a pattern on her upper arm.
It was a very tragic picture.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Three: Chapter Fifteen (3)
A tiny bird, exquisite in form, covered in blood-red feathers, its upturned crest resembling a burning flame, spread its wings, its body embedded in a clump of thorns, blood dripping down, yet it tilts its head back to the sky, its small beak open, as if weeping and singing a song of blood.
This fiery red bird wasn't a tattoo; it blended seamlessly with her pale red skin, as if it had grown naturally from the depths of her skin. Every single feather was so lifelike, and its bean-like eyes seemed to be filled with tragic grandeur. In the sunlight, the water-soaked bird's entire body was a vibrant, intense red—snow-white skin with crimson marks, a breathtakingly beautiful red.
Liu Yue's dark eyes, moist with peach blossom mist, suddenly narrowed, her pupils contracting.
He had seen that picture before!
The bird on the arm of that nasty-mouthed girl was of some kind, perhaps from hell or heaven.
Once, someone pointed to a picture and told him: This strange bird lives at the ends of the earth. Legend has it that it sings only one song in its entire life. From birth, it is covered in blood-red feathers, and from the moment it leaves the nest, it tirelessly searches for a tree covered in thorns. When it finally finds that tree, it plunges its body into the thorns, bleeding as it desperately sings its one and only song. That mournful and tragic voice makes the heavens and earth pale. Blood runs dry, life ends, the song ends—its entire life is for this final song…
Liu Yue's face paled slightly. Who...who is this girl...?
Zhu Huihui angrily splashed water on her face for a long time before finally losing her patience: "Are you done yet? I even washed my arms!"
Feng Xuese nodded slightly, a subtle smile playing on her lips.
Zhu Huihui cheered, pulled down her sleeve to wipe the water droplets off her face haphazardly, and jumped over to grab some snacks.
Feng Xuese snorted.
Zhu Huihui cried out, "Great hero, what else do you need? I've already washed myself clean!"
"It's Young Master Liu Yue's food. You want to eat it? Have you asked Young Master Liu Yue?" This girl really doesn't learn her lesson. No matter how I teach her, she just won't get it.
"Great hero, you're such a nuisance!"
Zhu Huihui never thought that she needed to ask other people's permission to eat something. She always took what she wanted to eat, and if others didn't give it to her, she would steal it—her mother had said that if you want something, just reach out and take it. Even if you ask, people won't give it to you if they don't want to, so there's no need to care. No matter what method you use, as long as you get it in your hand, it's yours.
She pouted again: "Young master, may I eat your steamed bun?" Pah! To beg someone for a steamed bun, how shameful!
Liu Yue took out a small box containing lotus leaf-wrapped crab roe soup dumplings from the begonia food box, handed it to her, and smiled gently: "Please, miss!"
"Th...thank you!" Zhu Huihui said awkwardly, taking the small box with one hand and stuffing a bun into her mouth with the other. "So...delicious!"
"Eat slowly, don't choke!" Feng Xue said. No one's going to take it from you, why wolf it down?
Zhu Huihui swallowed the bun: "This bun is really delicious, hero, you should try one!" He grabbed a bun and handed it over.
Feng Xuese hurriedly refused, for he had not forgotten how black this hand had once been.