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My master said, "Don't let the good stuff go to outsiders," and told me to choose one of my sixteen fellow disciples that I liked, and he would make decisions for me in the future. Without thinking, I chose Yunzhou, but everyone said it was like a beautiful flower stuck in cow dung.
Later I found out that "fertile water" referred to all the senior brothers, while "cow dung" referred to me.
After much painful reflection, I decided to act as a matchmaker for Senior Brother Yunzhou and find a fairy-like woman to match him, so as to atone for my sins.
To be fair, I also took the opportunity to worry about Senior Brother Jiang Chen. Given his personality, I felt that only a shrewish girl could tame him.
Unexpectedly, my good intentions offended both of my senior brothers...
When a woman pursues a man, she'll be invincible.
My master always says I'm clueless and slow-witted, like I'm missing a screw in my head. Actually, it's not my fault.
I have sixteen senior brothers, ten junior uncles, and one master. Adding the servants who do odd jobs, there are a total of seventy-two men in the Xiaoyao Sect. Xiao Hebao and I are the only two women. Xiao Hebao is my maid, and she's two years younger than me. I have no female elders above me, nor any close female friends below me. I've learned many things on my own, so it's inevitable that I'm a bit slow on the uptake.
My fellow disciples and I developed a carefree personality, so at first I didn't notice Jiang Chen's sinister intentions. It wasn't until one day when Xiao Hebao reminded me: "Miss, why does Young Master Jiang always sound a little different when he calls your name? He's from the capital, so he shouldn't have any regional accent."
I was wielding a sword, sweating profusely, when I casually asked, "Why did the tune change?"
Little Pocket said mysteriously, "I always feel that when he calls you, he doesn't call you Momo, he calls you Momo!"
"Hmm?" I sheathed my sword and frowned as I tried to recall. But I've always been careless, so I really hadn't paid much attention to it.
I decided to try it out.
I took my sword and went to the cherry orchard. Jiang Chen was probably taking advantage of Master's nap by the stream to steal some cherries.
I looked up and searched around the orchard.
The cherry trees in the orchard are all over a hundred years old, with lush branches and leaves, tall and verdant. In the fragrant April, when spring is in full bloom, the sunlight shines down from above, illuminating the branches and leaves, creating three or four different shades of green on the same branch, some deep emerald, some light turquoise, a truly beautiful sight. The small, round cherries, red as agate, hang delicately and charmingly from the treetops.
I swallowed hard, and suddenly heard a soft sound of running water behind me.
I turned around and was stunned.
Hidden in the lush greenery, dappled with sunlight, Jiang Chen reclined on a tree branch, dozens of red cherries scattered on the lapel of his white shirt. He held a small wine jug in one hand and a cherry in the other, tilting the jug to pour a trickle of wine over the red cherry…
To be honest, at that moment I forgot why I came here. All I could see was a picture: a deep, lush green, a white long robe, a dark wine pot, and a red cherry.
This painting is both serene and dynamic, wit
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