Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 304
Liu Yue reached out and gently wiped away her tears.
"After I returned to the Prince's Mansion, I did not tell anyone about this experience—and at that time, I did not know who she was. The people who were chasing her kept calling her a 'witch,' a 'demon,' and a 'poisonous woman.' It was only after I grew up and made inquiries from various sources that I learned that she was likely Yu Xiaoyao, who was known as the number one poison master in the martial arts world in the last three hundred years."
Those days stranded on the deserted island, though bitter, were peaceful and joyful, the only beautiful thing in his gloomy life. He never told anyone about them except for Grey.
"My father was very happy to see me return safely. Although the battle on Giant Whale Island in the East Sea resulted in heavy losses for Japan due to the sudden appearance of the Little Fish Demon, and many of its masters were killed, leaving it no time to care about the hostages, my father, for some reason, openly hired numerous famous Chinese martial arts masters to teach me martial arts, and secretly asked the Japanese Amaterasu Demon King to send experts to train me in Japanese kung fu—those men in black you saw were also trained by them..."
As he spoke, he felt a slightly fishy, salty taste on his lips. He raised his hand to wipe his lips, and a dazzling red stain appeared on the back of his hand.
Zhu Huihui looked at the bloodstains on his lips, tears welling up in her eyes: "Brother Liuyue, I'm so sorry!"
Liu Yue raised an eyebrow: "What?"
"I... my blood is poisonous!" She had deliberately bitten her tongue when she kissed him, so he could taste her blood.
“I know.” Zhu Liuyue gazed at her, her eyes gentle and sorrowful. “I already knew when I asked you about the circumstances of Se Sha’s death before.”
Zhu Huihui cried, "I...I didn't mean to poison you! But why are you...Kazama Yoru!"
A bitter smile appeared on Liu Yue's handsome face: "Sometimes, a person's fate is not in their own hands."
The blood on his lips deepened: "Grey, after you leave here, turn left. Flower is in the second room, and then you... you should go find Brother Snow Color... He came last night..." His voice grew weaker and weaker until it was almost inaudible, and the light in his eyes dimmed.
Zhu Huihui, tears streaming down her face, stroked his cheek: "Brother Liuyue, I'm sorry! My life is just as miserable as yours. We... in heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be... pigs in the same pen..." She thought this phrase meant sharing joys and sorrows, and was very loyal, so she used it without caring whether it was right or wrong.
Anyway, the hero won't give me any food, and I won't live much longer either. I'll be coming to find you soon...
Aunt Zhang from Jingshui Town runs a steamed bun shop at the town entrance. Her steamed buns are large and delicious, and are the best in the surrounding area.
As usual, she got up early in the morning to chop meat, mix filling, boil water, and put the buns in the steamer. By the time it was almost dawn, the first batch of buns was already cooked.
She lifted the lid of the steamer, took out bamboo chopsticks, and was picking up the buns when she heard a noise outside the boat. Turning around, she saw a young girl leaning on the windowsill, her black hair tied up backwards, her face dirty, and her dark eyes staring intently at the buns in her hands.
What an adorable little girl! Aunt Zhang smiled and greeted her, "Little girl, would you like to buy some steamed buns?"
The girl leaned on the windowsill and nodded vigorously, her eyes never leaving the plump, white buns.
"Fresh pork filling, wild vegetable filling, or vegetable and pork filling, which do you want?"
The girl swallowed hard: "I...I don't have any money!"
"Oh, I see!" Aunt Zhang looked at her longing eyes and felt a pang of sympathy. She picked up a steamed bun and handed it to her. "Here, have some!"
The girl reached out to take them, but for some reason, she pulled back: "I...I want three..."
"Huh?" Aunt Zhang was a little displeased. This girl looked innocent and cute, but how could she be so greedy!
The girl raised her face: "Auntie, do you need a lot of water? Do you need to chop firewood? Do you need to wash vegetables? I can do anything, in exchange for three of your steamed buns, okay?"
Aunt Zhang thought for a moment and said, "Then, go and sweep the area in front of the door clean. The broom is in the corner."
She walked to the window and pointed it out to the girl. But she saw that there was another person standing next to the girl.
He was a handsome and elegant young man, dressed in an apricot-colored robe, loosely bound with a sash that accentuated his slender waist and graceful figure. His face was like jade, his thin, vermilion lips curved slightly in a gentle, almost tender smile. His eyes, like stars in the dark night, seemed unfathomable, yet also so clear as to be utterly devoid of light.
Aunt Zhang was stunned. Who was this arrogant young man?
The girl had already run to pick up a broom and started sweeping. A huge, fat spotted pig kept squeezing around at her feet, and as she swept, she also started slapping the pig's rump with the broom.
She scribbled haphazardly, not only failing to sweep the floor properly but also kicking up dust everywhere. Aunt Zhang couldn't help but sigh, "This child is really no good at housework!"
"Alright, alright! That's enough!" Aunt Zhang hurriedly stopped her.
The girl immediately dropped her broom and ran over, her dirty face beaming with a smile, reaching out her hand to Aunt Zhang.
Aunt Zhang smiled, went back into the room, took out three steamed buns, wrapped them in lotus leaves, and placed them in those small, dirty hands.
The girl cheered, clutching a steamed bun in one hand and tugging at the sleeve of the young man in yellow with the other: "Brother Liuyue, let's eat steamed buns!"
The young master followed obediently behind her, being led by her towards the shade under the tree, while the big, fat pig waddled along behind them.
Aunt Zhang watched from afar and finally understood why the girl wanted three steamed buns.
The young woman pulled the young man in yellow to sit on a rock under a tree. She wiped her hands on her clothes, then opened her lotus leaf pouch and took out a bun, handing it to the young man. He took it but didn't eat it immediately; instead, he gazed at her with a gentle smile.
The girl picked up the second bun, took a big bite, chewed a few times, and smiled broadly: "It's delicious! Brother Liuyue, you should have some too!"
The young man then brought the bun to his mouth, opened his lips, and slowly took a bite.
The big spotted pig kept swatting at the girl's legs with its snout. The girl deliberately teased it until it spun around in circles before throwing it the last bun, which the pig swallowed in one gulp.
The girl finished her steamed bun, licked her lips with her little tongue, rubbed her stomach, and frowned: "I'm not full! Brother Liu Yue, how about you?"
The young man looked up at her, said nothing, and continued to smile faintly.
The girl seemed used to this situation, answering her own question, "Of course you're not full either! Well then—let's go find something else to eat!"
He glanced at the six free-range chickens nearby, said "It's so hot," took off his greasy, twisted coat, held it in his right hand, grabbed the yellow-clad gentleman's sleeve with his left hand, and got up to leave.
As he passed by the chickens, he casually waved his coat in his right hand, then rolled it up and hugged it to his chest—and suddenly there were five chickens on the ground!
The young girl, clutching the clothes, pulled the young man in yellow along as they hurried out of the town. To avoid people, they took small paths. After a quarter of an hour, seeing that they were far from the town, she stopped and said with a smile, "This is it!"
He untied the cloth bag from his arms, revealing a little hen with its neck broken.
She walked to a nearby shallow stream, deftly plucked the feathers, gutted the chicken, cleaned it, took some seasoning from her pocket, rubbed it on, then skewered it with branches, gathered some dry twigs and yellow leaves, lit a fire, and hung the chicken on the fire to roast.
While she was busy, the spotted pig happily jumped into the stream, splashing water everywhere. The young man in yellow stayed close to her side, his gentle smile unchanged, not even a slight curve to his lips.