Sueños Florales en la Ciudad

Capítulo 256

Nishino En said, "Every evening at dusk, snowflakes take a stroll along the lake embankment. However—"

"But what?"

Nishino En slowly said, "However, Miss Mu might be with Yukiiro."

Earlier, he had personally witnessed Chen Muwan carrying a bamboo basket to deliver medicine to Feng Xuese. Even the most oblivious person could see Chen Muwan's feelings for Feng Xuese—actually, this was quite good; one was a martial arts prodigy, the other a lady from a prestigious family. These two were a perfect match in terms of both appearance and family background, but… he wondered what Xuese herself thought.

"Oh," Zhu Huihui felt that Xiye Yan's tone was a bit strange. After thinking for a moment, she said, "I'll go find them."

Yan Shenhan suddenly said, "Be careful!"

The enemy is very strong, and their origins and numbers are unknown. They are fighting fiercely here, but the manor remains completely silent. It seems that things are likely to turn bad for them. Given the current unclear situation, it is very dangerous for this young girl to wander around alone.

Zhu Huihui was taken aback, and before he could speak, Manager Qin said, "Young Master Yan can rest assured that there should be no one who has escaped from Xuan Yue Water Island."

"How did you know?" Zhu Huihui asked. Brother Liu Yue had this chubby guy protect him; was he trying to slack off?

Steward Qin glanced at her, pursed his lips, and made a whistling sound, "Chirp chi ...

Zhu Huihui was taken aback: Could it be that Steward Qin is sick? Why is he imitating a bird's call?

From the southeast direction, a chirping sound suddenly responded: "Chirp—chirp—chirp chirp."

Then, from the southwest, northwest, due east, due west, and due south, chirping sounds of varying lengths came from all directions.

Zhu Huihui suddenly realized. It turned out that this bird call was their way of communicating. She had heard it before on Xuan Yue Water Island, but hadn't paid attention.

Since there are no bad guys who have escaped the net, then if I go to find the hero myself, I won't need to bring bodyguards, right?

She coughed and, mimicking Liu Yue's manner, said, "Steward Qin, you stay here for now and take care of everyone. I'll be right back."

I thought Steward Qin wouldn't agree, but to my surprise, he only hesitated for a moment before nodding.

Nishino En sighed: "Zhu Huihui, it's raining heavily, put on this straw hat."

Only this good-for-nothing couldn't understand that when Steward Qin said "no one escaped," he was referring to the enemy, but it could also mean that there were no survivors on Xuan Yue Shui Island.

However, Xue Se's eyesight is poor, and Mu Gu Niang is weak. We don't know what's wrong with her, and it's inconvenient for me to leave Yan Shen Han. It would be best if Zhu Hui Hui could go and check on her.

Since Qin Mu was willing to let her go alone, he must have already made arrangements. Besides, Steward Qin staying behind must also have his reasons...

Zhu Huihui didn't think much of it. She grabbed the big straw hat, put it haphazardly on her head, and ran down the lake embankment.

The above is what Zhu Huihui experienced. Naturally, she didn't have the patience to tell Chen Muwan about it. She finally found Miss Mu, but where was the great hero?

Nishino En said, "The great hero is taking a walk on this long embankment, but I can't see anyone."

Zhu Huihui was a little anxious, but seeing Chen Muwan's pale and bluish lips, she suppressed her anxiety and asked, "Miss Mu, are you alright?"

"I...I'm fine!" Chen Muwan managed to muster her strength: "Miss Zhu, why are you back here?"

Zhu Huihui waved his hand: "We'll talk about these things later. Where is the great hero?"

Chen Muwan pointed ahead: "Young Master Feng... went ahead to duel with a very powerful person..."

Zhu Huihui looked ahead; the long, dark night seemed to lurk with some unknown danger, but she couldn't see anything.

She can't see anything anymore, what about you, hero? Can you see anything, hero?

Zhu Huihui was extremely anxious: "Miss Mu, you rest here first, I'll go and take a look ahead!" She ran forward along the embankment.

The night was very dark, and visibility was limited. The lake embankment was very long, and apart from the sound of waves crashing against the shore, nothing could be heard.

All she knew was that the hero was "ahead," but where was "ahead"?

After running for several miles, a burst of snow flame suddenly erupted in the misty night rain ahead.

That snow flame, flashed once, then flashed again, then flashed thrice, and suddenly transformed into thousands of tiny flames, fluttering and dancing like the aurora borealis filling the winter night sky of the Arctic, its fleeting appearance already shining for a thousand years.

In the snow's glow, countless tiny stars twinkled. Though their brilliance was faint, it was nonetheless dazzling amidst the crisp, clear snow.

Zhu Huihui felt a surge of excitement. It was a hero! He was alright!

She rushed over in one go.

The snow-covered stars suddenly scattered, but Zhu Huihui's vision still lingered with the beautiful, tender intertwining of stars and snow. She had to rub her eyes hard before she could finally see two people facing each other on the lake embankment.

On one side was a tall, slender figure, his snow-white robe fluttering in the wind, his handsome face serene as the moon, a few strands of slightly damp hair clinging to his forehead, a long sword held across his chest, the sword's light reflecting off his jade-like face with a chilling aura.

Not far away, a bamboo stalk is half-bent, and a man in black rests his fingers on the bamboo tip, his body half-suspended on the lake surface, rising and falling slightly with the bamboo, looking very relaxed.

Upon seeing this person, Zhu Huihui's heart, which had been lifted by seeing Feng Xuese, suddenly sank again.

She was still afraid of the terrifying presence of the man in black, but now, her fear wasn't as intense. Perhaps it was because the hero was there?

She stood on the embankment, hesitant to go over. She wondered to herself, if the great swordsman and this man fought, who would win?

Judging from the scene, the man in black didn't win, but... the hero doesn't seem to be the victor either!

Maple Snow slowly withdrew its stance, the sword held horizontally across its chest, its tip lightly touching the ground: "Crimson Gray?"

"I...I'm here!" Zhu Huihui looked at the man in black with some timidity, but her voice was full of joy.

That long-lost sweet, clear voice was like sunshine, dispelling the gloom that had settled in Feng Xuese's heart. Even the cold, misty rainy night felt warm, and a faint smile appeared on his lips. This clumsy child, when running towards him, always had such hurried, flustered steps!

"Grey, just stay there and don't come any closer!"