roccoschili Chapter 334 Trick
Chapter 334 Trick
Just as Song Yanyi was immersed in these chaotic yet unusually warm thoughts, "Young Master."
A slightly trembling but still respectful address instantly brought him back to the real world.
Qing'an stepped into the tent, his expression clearly showing uneasiness and confusion.
"His Majesty sent a message, asking you to go to the palace as soon as possible to participate in the discussion."
After hearing this, although he seemed calm on the surface, Song Yanyi actually felt a thousand kinds of emotions in his heart that were hard to describe. He replied calmly, "I know."
But this brief answer could not conceal the emotions surging in my heart at this moment.
As sensitive as Qing'an was, he immediately noticed his master's unusual condition and asked tentatively, "Sir, why do you look so ruddy? Are you sick? Isn't there an epidemic in Qingzhou recently? I heard that the initial symptom is a persistent fever..."
Hearing this, Song Yanyi, who was already in a complicated mood, glanced at the loyal servant with a look that was almost furious.
Qing'an immediately realized that he might have said something wrong, so he hurriedly took his leave and fled the scene, leaving his master with a gloomy face in deep thought.
At the same time, not far away, on the Yanhui Mountain where peach blossoms were in full bloom, two girls were strolling among the flowers.
The original intention of their trip was to appreciate together one of the most charming sights in spring - the sea of peach blossoms.
All the mountains and fields were dyed with pink color. From a distance, it looked like a beautiful dream world shrouded in endless clouds and mist.
As we walked deeper into the center of the woods, the surrounding scenery became more and more charming, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance.
"Sister Wanyue, what do you think of this peach blossom wreath I made myself?"
Song Xianer suddenly lifted up a round ornament woven with fresh flower petals on her head and showed it to her friends around her.
The latter quickly stepped forward to help him adjust the wearing position, and then his eyes suddenly lit up and he exclaimed: "It really looks very good! I didn't expect you to be so skillful!"
After receiving the compliment, the little girl seemed even more proud and happily invited the other person to receive the same gift.
"Come on, come on, I'll make you one now. I guarantee it's unique. No one else can make one as beautiful as mine!"
After that, she couldn't wait to start picking.
Cui Rong followed closely behind with a basket in hand. The two youthful figures shuttled among the swaying shadows of the trees, forming a unique landscape.
It was early spring at this time, the peach trees had just begun to show their new green leaves, and countless flowers were blooming on the branches.
And in such a warm and peaceful moment, the two of them inadvertently chatted about family topics.
"Did you have another fight with your brother?"
Song Xianer asked casually, not forgetting her hands' movements while speaking.
Wanyue was slightly stunned, then revealed a bitter smile: "Well...how did you know?"
Upon hearing this, the other party simply shrugged lightly and pointed at the servants who were nervously waiting outside in the distance, as well as the slightly anxious expression on the maid named Cuizhu. "Oh, you don't have to guess to know that it must be brother who has lost his temper again~ But he has never been like this before..." Her tone revealed confusion and worry.
Suddenly, the conversation was interrupted by the sound of several people talking not far away.
Wanyue and Song Xianer looked at each other and then hid quietly to observe.
It turned out that a few young men were chatting and laughing in the peach orchard.
"Young Marquis, I heard that you are engaged! The bride is the younger sister of the famous Lord Song and the legitimate daughter of the main wife. How enviable~" one of them said jokingly.
Hearing this, a blush of anger appeared on Song Xianer's cheeks. She clenched her fists and was about to rush out but was stopped in time by Wanyue.
Meng Huaichuan raised his chin and responded: "What is there to say? This is just a person that the old man picked for me from a distant place."
A companion next to him comforted him: "After all, as your only child, your elders naturally want to find the best home for you!"
But Meng Huaichuan snorted disdainfully and continued, "Who cares about these broken rules? It is said that Song Xian'er is a character who is not only incompetent but also extremely difficult to deal with... How can we, the people in the martial arts world, be interested in such a woman?"
This remark aroused great indignation among the two sisters who had been hiding and eavesdropping.
Song Xian'er was especially angry and stood up resolutely to face the provocateur when she could no longer bear it.
"Are you worthy enough to call yourself a wandering man? You just raise birds and fight dogs for fun in your mansion all day long!"
The sudden and bold move caught everyone off guard.
In particular, Meng Huaichuan was also irritated by these sarcastic remarks. He jumped down from the tree in anger and asked the other party whether he had ever seen true heroism rather than just some insignificant tricks.
"When have I ever said I couldn't afford to lose? That was a trick played by others! If they really have the ability, I will naturally admire them. I don't care about those shady tricks!"
Song Xianer's eyes were firm, as if telling everyone that she was not a girl who could be easily defeated.
Her eyes burned like fire, seeming to light up the entire night and making people feel excited.
"You've found so many excuses, but you're just afraid of losing! You're so narrow-minded and selfish. I'd rather die than marry someone like that!"
At this moment, Song Xian'er held her head high and was fearless, as if the whole world had become brighter because of her existence.
Her words were sonorous and powerful, like the sound of a rock falling to the ground, shaking the hearts of everyone around her.
There was a resolute atmosphere in the air, which moved everyone who heard this sentence.
Fearing that the two would start a fight, Cui Rongrong quickly stepped forward to dissuade them and pulled her away: "Xian'er, let's not argue with him. Let's talk about it slowly when we get back."
Her tone was calm yet powerful, and seemed to have some magical power that created warm ripples in people's hearts.
At the same time, other friends gathered around and used their bodies to form a solid barrier to protect this brave and fearless girl.
Others quickly stepped forward to stop Meng Huaichuan from losing control of his emotions, and tried to persuade him: "Alright, alright, can't you just talk it out? Don't make a scene outside and embarrass yourself."
Everyone knows how important reputation is in this circle, and any rumor may cause irreversible consequences.
Faced with such accusations, Meng Huaichuan's face turned even darker, and one could almost see the anger boiling in his chest. "Do you think I would be willing to marry a useless and particularly spoiled woman?"
His voice was low and full of resentment, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth.
He endowed every word with great emotion, and it sounded like a sharp sword pointing directly at Song Xianer.
Hearing this, Xian'er, who had calmed down a little, immediately rekindled the uncontrollable anger in her heart.
She suddenly pushed away the people around her who were trying to comfort her, "Look at yourself, you are so thin and weak. How can you be as heroic as your father, Marquis Ding'an, who fought all over the world? You are just an embroidered pillow!"
Song Xian'er fought back mercilessly.