Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 256

It was a sweet, childish voice with a playful tone .

Meng Fuyao immediately braked!

In that instant, she kept her dagger, relaxed her shoulders, suppressed her inner energy .

How precarious!

She almost revealed her abilities!

Taking a deep breath, Meng Fuyao turned around and looked at the “Doraemon” n.o.ble Consort resignedly . With a frown, she sighed . ”Ah Guang, why didn't you notify the guards before entering . You are getting more and more lawless . ”

Tang Yiguang smiled innocently as her honest hand reached for the desserts on the table . “I'm craving for the walnuts here,” she admitted .

Meng Fuyao sighed and pulled her over . From the drawer, she retrieved a box and handed it over to her . “The ones on the table are not fresh . Have this instead . ”

Tang Yiguang was happy as long as there was food . She took over the box with much glee . It was only then that she remembered to greet Meng Fuyao .

Meng Fuyao stopped her, thoroughly amused . “The next time you want to enter my palace, you must notify the guards . Got it?”

That child replied with an 'mhm . ' Meng Fuyao always had low resistance to such adorable creatures and would never, in whatever case, decide to kill someone with the intelligence of a four-year-old child . She personally helped her open up the walnuts . Watching that child eat in glee, she remembered Xuanyuan Min telling her about that child falling off the horse . She couldn't help but ask, “Ah Guang, you were only four then . Why did you go horse riding? Did your father teach you?”

Chomping down on a mouth full of food, Tang Yiguang garbled, “… Bwother taught me . ”

Meng Fuyao did not manage to catch the name of the brother and did not bother with it either . Once Tang Yiguang was done with her food, Meng Fuyao sent her out . After returning, she stood in the middle of the room and thought about the plans she had . All of a sudden, she felt the doors behind her open and listening to the light and odd footsteps, she could tell that it was Shadow Blade . Without turning back, Meng Fuyao asked casually, “Have the wounds from the poisonous snake healed?”

Shadow Blade responded with a quiet “mhm” and gently walked to her side, placing his hand on her shoulder .

Meng Fuyao subconsciously avoided his hand . But Shadow Blade insisted . “Let me ease your bones . It will be beneficial for you, given that your power has made it into your joints . ”

Meng Fuyao hesitated before replying, “No, that's fine . ”

He sighed softly . “Are you going to make me owe you for my entire life, till the day I die?”

Meng Fuyao froze . She turned back and said, “It's not as serious as you put it . Friends don't sweat such details . ”

Upon hearing her words, he felt no joy . Instead, his melancholy intensified . But eventually, he put up a soft, sad smile as he asked, “Then, can I at least help you relax your bones?”

With his insistence, she climbed onto the couch and laid down comfortably . “If I fall asleep, please don't look . The way I look asleep is just a little bit better than Lord Yuan Bao . ”

Lord Yuan Bao squatted by her pillow and glared at her with despise . 'At least I don't drool!'

Meng Fuyao laid down on her stomach as she thought about her next plans . Just as her brain buzzed with thoughts, she suddenly felt something on her back—Shadow Blade had already placed his fingers on her back .

His long slender fingers gently danced on her back . With every touch, a fuzzy sense of warmth entered her limbs . As those beautiful hands applied pressure, Meng Fuyao could hear the sound of her joints cracking, producing a crisp sound . At the same time, she could feel a power wave cleansing out the tension in her body, easing every part of her body . It felt so comfortable that a moan almost escaped from her lips—she quickly bit down on her pillow, stopping the moan .

Behind her, the man calmly commented, “Fuyao, you are too nervous . Your entire body is tensed . ”

'Because I can't tell if you are a gentleman,' she thought with apprehension .

Shadow Blade smiled and changed the topic . “Are you willing to stay in Xuanyuan forever?” he asked .

Meng Fuyao was caught by surprise . This was the topic she had been most afraid of . Remain in Xuanyuan? No, in this life, she was never meant to stay for anyone . Both her heart and footsteps were destined to move forward; even if she had to go against her heart, she had no choice but to continue her journey—Taiyuan, Wuji, Dahan, Xuanyuan… Her destination was forever in front .

She stayed quiet . The fingertips on her back stopped . Shadow Blade's scent wafted up to her nose as he bent over . Meng Fuyao had that intention to avoid him, but she was lying on a narrow couch with enough s.p.a.ce for one . That meant that she could either roll into his embrace or turn over to face him, which would have been awkward either way . As she weighed her options, Shadow Blade stopped beside her ear . His hand gently caressed her earlobes .

His fingers were soft and warm . The icy cold from back in the days had dissipated, bringing about a gentle touch . This contact made the two tremble slightly . Meng Fuyao turned her head, but Shadow Blade had already let go as he quietly muttered, “… In the end, you can't stay, huh…? But the days are still long . Fuyao, look, for someone who refused to make any markings on your body, you broke your rules and pierced your ears for me… I hope that one day you can break more rules for me . ”

After a while, she replied, “My compromises are always, and will only be, in the boundaries I can accept . ”

“I know . ” Shadow Blade gave a sad smile, filled with much desolation, like the cold winter air . “If there would never be another compromise again, at least, this once is better than nothing . ”

He stood up and handed her a tiny box . He walked away and just as he was about to leave the room, he stood by the door without turning back and muttered softly under his breath, “Fuyao… I really hope you won't let the earholes close…”

Meng Fuyao pressed her lips together as she opened the small box . The box opened to reveal a snow-white pill that was the size of a thumb, emitting a pleasant scent . While Meng Fuyao was not able to decipher the contents of the pill, she was certain that this was extremely valuable . She turned to the direction Shadow Blade had left, touching her earlobes as she stared into the sky, dazed . After a long time, a soft sigh escaped from her lips .

Xuanyuan, Zhaoning era, December 21st . Winter was bitter and harsh, rendering even the smallest drop of moisture into ice . The mountains along the borders of Xuanyuan and Dahan were covered in snow . Silence remained the wall between the strict, stringent borders of the two countries .

Somehow, this winter was exceptionally cold . The heavy snowfall last night raised the white ground, drowning whatever is left of summer . Every household closed their doors as they huddled up near a fire source, allowing the wilful snow to flatten the ground .

In the early morning, the nascent rays. .h.i.t the earth's white canvas, painting soft shade of reds, whites, and silvers .

A few muddy footsteps were added onto the canvas as the snow crunched noisily under their feet like sugar cubes . The tranquil silence was abruptly broken by their chatters .

“My gosh, can't believe I have to get out of the house to guard the gates in this weather!”

“They are just afraid that the Dahan army might attack us . But it's just false bravado, their emperor is still here . ”

“Well, with this h.e.l.lish weather, even the enemies are snuggled up in their tents with their fireplace burning . Battle? How?”

“I swear the army doesn't treat us as people!”

This chaotic commentary of theirs destroyed the idyllic wintry morning . A platoon from Xuanyuan dragged themselves across the snow sluggishly as their swords rattled boisterously . Today, they were in charge of patrolling the border .

The platoon that was well accustomed to warmth could not take the cold weather . They all were wrapped in thick winter clothes to fend off the cold, but this outfit of theirs, stuffed full of cotton, made their arms stick out straight like a carrot . Forget about drawing their swords, it was even a challenge trying to reach their own b.u.t.t .

The leader of the platoon climbed up a small hill lazily . He glanced across the gloomy, sober army camp on the other side of the river as he announced with a huff, “Only a ghost would come out in this weather! Not even a single movement! Let's go back!”

They all turned back happily . But suddenly, the last soldier asked, “Hm, what's that sound?”

He turned back and came face to face with a group in red armor across the river, galloping on their horses .

That group of soldiers “galloped” in the thick snow with bows in hand . With such a scene displayed in front of him, that soldier laughed heartily and remarked, “Haha, look at that idiot hunting in this weather!”

The rest laughed along . Suddenly, the keen leader pointed out, “Eh, which army is this? Dahan's soldiers wear black armor . ”

“Who cares which army he's from . It has nothing to do with us . ” The platoon turned back and suddenly saw one of the soldiers in red draw his bow . In front of his horse, a rabbit was frantically running for its life, running across the surface of the icy river, towards this platoon .

The leader laughed excitedly . “What a fat rabbit! Since it's made its way here, let's make it into a good meal!”

He drew his bow, shooting right through the rabbit's heart . As the rest of his soldiers applauded his remarkable skills, the leader declared proudly, “This is but a rabbit . During the battle at…”

He suddenly went silent .

The laughter stopped immediately .

With widened eyes, the soldiers' eyes focused on a red arrow now through the leader's chest .

The leader slowly looked down as he saw the arrow in his chest tremble ever so slightly . As the cruel winter wind blew on, that arrow was icy cold . His blood was boiling hot . But that warmth was the last signs of life . Very soon, he would be as cold as the snow on the floor .

He collapsed, with his eyes opened . His crimson red blood-spattered onto white canvas, giving the painting a new shade of red .

At the corner of his eye, before he collapsed, he saw the man who shot him . With his cold calm eyes, he had shot him with one hand; the other hand remained paralyzed under his sleeve .

He enunciated each word clearly:

“You . Killed . King Han's . Rabbit . ”

“You killed King Han's rabbit . ”

The most ridiculous reason to start a battle in the entire history of the Five Regions Continent .

This declaration spread like wildfire in the Five Region Continent, bringing back the already popular King Han as the topic of every conversation once more .

Even many years after that, many still used this declaration as a synonym for a challenge—I want to punch you! Why? You killed my rabbit!