Romans PaiPai - Chapitre 68
When he was living in the city, Baili Wushuang told him that there was a shortcut to enter the inner city of Suoding City directly. The entrance was hidden between two steep walls, and it was only big enough for a carriage to pass through. It was truly a place where one man could hold off ten thousand. Once inside, you could see Baili Wuyou's Second Insect Courtyard.
It was already late at night when he saw the vast expanse of iron-gray rooftops in Suoding City. His horse, having galloped for a day and two nights, finally gave out and collapsed.
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He leaped into the moonlight and soared toward the tallest building.
That's Beiling Tower. [13019.CoM]
Next to Beiling Tower is Baili Wushuang's house.
The night was deep, perhaps midnight or noon, and all around was quiet. He flew across the rooftops, feeling as if he had never been so fast before. The wind blew his sleeves like the wings of a bird.
Some of the guards were startled by him, but they quickly recognized his identity and returned to the shadows.
Baili Wushuang's house was bathed in the night. He landed in her courtyard and went straight into her house without stopping. With a creak, he pushed open the door.
Hearing the noise, the person on the bed sat up halfway and asked in a low, alert voice, "Who's there?"
The voice, somewhat hoarse and unlike any young woman's, touched my ears and my heart, bringing a flood of fatigue from the journey. I could only muster the strength to utter a single word: "I."
"Yang Luoxue?!"
Baili Wushuang was startled and quickly lit a lamp. The soft light filled the room and illuminated her face. Her face looked especially beautiful and gentle under the lamplight, and a sudden warmth filled his heart. He went to her side and asked, "Where are you hurt?"
"It's just my arm, it's nothing serious." Baili Wushuang stared blankly at his tired face. "You came after hearing this news?"
"Hmm." He examined her wound, which had been treated very well, and there were no signs of blood loss on her face. He checked her pulse and was surprised to find that although she originally had two heartbeats, one of them was now noticeably weaker, beating almost imperceptibly.
The red glow between her brows faded, less pronounced than the blush on her face. She looked at him with an expression he had never seen before, her eyes seeming to melt into water, as if they were about to flow onto his fingers.
On this spring night, his fingertips, where their skin touched, felt a tingling sensation he couldn't describe. The skin beneath his hand was no longer just the location of a pulse, but the girl's pure and flawless wrist. A strange restlessness stirred within the young man, and his throat suddenly felt dry.
The lamplight seemed to understand her mood, softening its glow. The boy's hand closed, his fingertips sliding away from her pulse point, his palm slowly pressing against her skin, enveloping her entire wrist. His fingertips twitched, but touched something hard. He paused, and through a thin blanket, he saw a sword hilt. Its dark color shimmered with a subtle light. Chong Li.
Why did you put it on the bed?
"It has too much malevolent energy, and people with weak willpower are easily affected by it, so I have to keep it with me."
Wu Ren was just sparring with Jin Ge as usual, but Chong Li Jian drew Wu Ren to use a killing move. When Bai Li Wushuang tried to take the sword, Wu Ren actually resisted... This sword made Bai Li Wushuang very worried.
"I've heard that some people like to sleep with a pillow, and some people like to sleep with a cat or dog, but I've never heard of anyone sleeping with a sword." Yang Luoxue looked at her with an expression that was a mix of complaint and doting, though she herself was unaware of it, and said, "Since you have nothing else to do, I should go."
"Now?" He looked so tired. One could imagine how he had rushed here, and now he was heading to Medicine King Valley again? A strange feeling welled up in Baili Wushuang's heart. She felt a pang of heartache, and her eyes inexplicably stung. She took a breath, moved a little further into the bed, and lifted half of the blanket. "Rest for a while, we'll leave when it's light."
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Her actions made Yang Luoxue blush. "You...you're not telling me to sleep here, are you?"
“You could have fallen asleep by the time it takes to get from here to Fuliu Pavilion. I know there’s something important going on in Medicine King Valley, and you didn’t want to waste a single moment, but—” She paused, as if something was stuck in her throat, and she had to stop before she could continue, “But since you’ve already been delayed for my sake, you might as well stay another half night.”
Even if Yang Luoxue disregarded worldly etiquette, she couldn't possibly lie in a girl's bed in the middle of the night. Although he'd long heard she didn't care about reputation, he hadn't expected her to be this indifferent. He stared blankly at her; her hair was loose, draped over her lapel, and the skin of her neck, visible beneath her white undergarment, shone like jade in the lamplight. Suddenly, he couldn't bear to look anymore, as if something was urging him on. He hurried towards the door, "I'm in a hurry—"
He heard the whistling wind behind his ear and dodged to the side. Unfortunately, his martial arts skills were only average to begin with, and now he was extremely exhausted, making him no match for Baili Wushuang. A red silk ribbon was wrapped around his waist, and Baili Wushuang pulled it back with his right hand—
The feeling was exactly the same as when she pulled him off the cart from the restaurant. But this time, instead of the hard cart axle, he landed on a soft pillow and a soft blanket, feeling as if he were sinking into a ball of cotton. The pillow had a faint fragrance, reminding him of the moment in the abandoned courtyard when he pulled out her hairpin. Her black hair spread out like clouds, and a faint fragrance wafted over him, enveloping him.
It came crashing down.
He whispered, "You'll regret this."
"What do I regret?" Baili Wushuang looked at him, her cheeks red but without the slightest embarrassment. "You're used to a life of luxury. After all this running around, you're exhausted and barely hanging on. I don't know what you can do."
Yang Luoxue buried her face in the pillow and slowly began to laugh. At first, her shoulders just shrugged, but then she burst out laughing, laughing with great joy, as if she had never encountered anything so funny in her life.
Because he knew that he would never meet someone like this again in his life.
He had never slept so soundly before, because he had never been so tired.
He didn't want to sleep yesterday, but he doesn't want to get up today.
Yesterday he thought it was too reckless for Baili Wushuang to let him sleep in the bed, but today he felt it was too cruel for Baili Wushuang to pull off his blanket.
"You've already wasted two days, you can't afford to delay any longer," Baili Wushuang said calmly. "If something happens to Medicine King Valley, you'll regret it."
Yang Luoxue struggled to get out of bed. After being jostled on horseback for a day and two nights, her bones felt like they were about to fall apart, and her upper and lower eyelids seemed to be fighting, impossible to separate.
However, he suddenly came to his senses while washing his face.
Anyone who washes their face with ice water will wake up quickly.
The horses were ready—two chestnut horses from beyond the pass, their skins glossy and coats shiny. Dry rations and water were neatly arranged beside the saddles. Yang Luoxue mounted them and said, "One is enough for me."
Before she could finish speaking, Baili Wushuang mounted another horse. The Chongli sword hung at her waist, its dark light gleaming in the sunlight. She didn't speak, but spurred her horse and led the way through the narrow passage at the foot of the two mountain peaks. Yang Luoxue followed, asking, "Will you take me?"
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"Um."
"If you're giving someone away, you should do it properly. What kind of behavior is it to let the horse run ahead of you?"
"Can't you speak properly?" Baili Wushuang turned around. "I'm giving you a ride, shouldn't you say thank you?"
“I was invited into the city by you, so isn’t it only right that you see me out?” Yang Luoxue looked at her, raising her eyebrows. “Why should I say thank you?”
This is Yang Luoxue, the one who never lets her tongue loosen, but also the one who would travel for a day and two nights without eating or drinking to see her.
She sighed, gritted her teeth, and suddenly raised her whip, striking his horse sharply. The horse galloped far away, and his voice echoed in the distance: "Hey, hey, is this what you call giving someone away?"