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Entering The Manor
“Let me try it.” A distinct and lazy sound of a female voice came through inside the tent, along with her soft smile.
Everyone looked towards the sound, and only saw Murong Shu Qing was strolling slowly inside the tent with her gentle smile. Taking off her heavy robe, she was wearing a cyan cotton brocade dress. Even though she was wearing a thick clothing, but she still seemed very thin. Her long hair was braided and hang on her chest, she did not wear any hair accessory, but was very plain, simple and elegant.
Xuanyuan Yi recovered first, and stepped forward to help her sit down on the soft couch, his movement was gentle, but his voice was cold and it carried an angry tone: “You are injured, but you just can not rest peacefully.”
Murong Shu Qing took the hot tea that was handed over by Xuanyuan Yi, both of her hands were holding the warm teacup, she faintly and smilingly said: “I am already a lot better, so I come out to have some fresh air.”
Pei Che walked to Murong Shu Qing’s side, and asked impatiently: “Shu Qing, do you have a way?”
Murong Shu Qing had not replied yet, but she took the tea that was in her hands and stuffed it in to Pei Che’s hand. She got up to the front of the desk and picked up the brush that was on the side, lightly dipped it into the ink, and wrote something on the paper. Everyone was looking at each other in dismay, was it possible that this Miss Murong already had an idea on what to write? The Generals who were inside the tent got up one after another, and also went to the front of the desk to look what she was writing!
They could only see that the calligraphy letters that were on the paper, were refined, they were in between strong and delicate (calligraphy styles), graceful and casual, the skill of the script was very beautiful. They had already heard during Prime Minister Qi’s birthday, Murong Shu Qing used both of her hands to write rhyming couplets. Everyone who was present during that time, was all praising, it seemed that they found out now that it was not false. But the only content that she was writing this time, made all of the Generals to wrinkle their eyebrows.
“This so-called your way is to write this invitation?!” Li Ming unfathomable said. The white paper impressively showed only several words ‘Between 5-7 pm today, Murong Shu Qing will visit!’ She did not know that they already sent out two invitation requests, if the invitation was useful, would they still need to be anxious here? Or did she think that her only few words on the invitation would be more useful than the invitation from Dong Yu’s General who was guarding the border! He still thought that she could figure out another good way, as expected, this opinionated and wealthy eldest daughter could not be trusted!
Murong Shu Qing did not pay attention to their scoffs, or disapproved expressions, she gently fanned the paper until the ink was dry, afterwards, she carefully folded it properly, and gently called out to someone outside the tent: “Fan Feng.”
Fan Feng quickly entered the tent, he took the letter that was handed over to him, and Murong Shu Qing said: “Deliver this to Piao Miao Manor.” She guessed that n.o.body here would want to help her to deliver the letter either.
“Yes.” Putting away the letter properly, Fan Feng immediately turned around and walked out of the tent, and completely ignored all of the other people.
Murong Shu Qing took back the tea that was in Pei Che’s hand, and drank a mouthful of it, the temperature was just right. Maybe those Generals thought that this so-called Murong Shu Qing’s way was useless and boring, as n.o.body was saying anything. Murong Shu Qing leisurely finished drinking the tea that was in her hand, she did not say too many words e
ither, and just lightly smiled and walked towards the outside tent.
Although Pei Che thought that Murong Shu Qing’s way was rather funny, but based on his understanding towards Murong Shu Qing, she rarely did something that she was not sure off. Moreover, could there be another heavenly reason that she appeared to do this obvious useless thing? Looking one glance at Xuanyuan Yi, he also looked like he had some doubts and did not believe her either. Just when Murong Shu Qing almost went out of the tent, Pei Che still asked: “Shu Qing, are you __?”
Murong Shu Qing stopped her steps, but did not turn around, and answered with the same relax and casual tone: “I only say that I will try it, whether or not it is accepted, I do not know it. Alright, I will not disturb everybody to discuss military affairs, Shu Qing asks to leave.”
She walked confidently and freely, but when she was outside the tent, one could hear her sneer immediately: “What way can this be regarded ah!?”
Murong Shu Qing unconcernedly walked over towards that tall plum flower tree with her light smile. The tree was covered by the white snow, one could not see which one was the plum flowers and which one was the snow. Standing under the tree, the snowflakes were swirling and falling from the plum flower from time to time. She remembered the verse of this poem that said ‘the plum flower would yield to the white snow somewhat, but the snow would spread the fragrance of the plum flower.’ It was a good poem, but it seemed that it was not correct today, the plum flower was already within the snow, and the snow covered the plum flower, how could there was still any fragrance from the plum flower anymore that was clearly covered by the white snow!?
Today’s weather was not bad, the wind was not big either, along with the suns.h.i.+ne, it seemed that the plum flower tree was flickering and s.h.i.+ning. The snow was melting into water from time to time, every drop was falling down, it was sparkling, translucent and elegant. Murong Shu Qing sat down on a big stone that was next to the plum tree, she was admiring under the suns.h.i.+ne, the white snow on the ground slowly changed and revealed into the former desolate scenery.
“Miss Murong, the General, the General asks you to go to the Master’s tent.” A burst of urgent and running sound, along with a panting shout, made Murong Shu Qing opened her eyes. She seemed to be falling asleep a moment ago, and also seemed that she did not fall asleep, but she had been listening to the di da di da sound of the melting snow from the plum flower tree all along, and did not know that she had been sitting under this tree for one whole afternoon.
Standing up, she tidied up her somewhat wrinkled skirt, and Murong Shu Qing smilingly said: “I got it, let’s go.”
Fan Feng should already return. Walking into the Master’s tent again, she could only see that Fan Feng was surrounded by those generals and being interrogated. But he was only lowering his head and standing there neither servile nor overbearing. No matter which person asked him, he only showed an expressionless face, he was not a.s.sertive nor timid.
Murong Shu Qing coughed, and only then that they put their attentions on her, and returned to their seats one after another.
Fan Feng looked that Murong Shu Qing came in, and walked straight to her front, he cupped his fists and saluted: “Master.”
“How is it?”
Fan Feng took a letter from his bosom and handed it over to Murong Shu Qing’s hand. He respectfully said: “The Master of the Manor said that Piao Miao Manor is looking forward to meet Master between 5-7 pm.”
“En.” Murong Shu Qing gently nodded her head, Fan Feng quickly turned around and came out of the Master’s tent.
Opening the letter to look at it, Murong Shu Qing almost laughed out loud, but since there were so many people in front of her, she could only forcibly swallow it back. Xuanyuan Yi who was always standing behind Murong Shu Qing, and looking at her strange expression, so he immediately looked one glance at that letter. It was only a drawing, and there was no words at all, the drawing was a raised wine cup that was put upside down.
Xuanyuan Yi’s complexion became extremely gloomy, looking that she tried to continuously constrain the corner of her mouths that were gently raised up, what was the relations.h.i.+p between Shu Qing and Shang Jun after all?
“How is it possible?” Li Ming’s surprise voice lowly asked, his shout was actually presented the same feelings as everybody here, that her invitation to the Piao Miao Manor was unexpectedly accepted!! This was a big irony for them, what was the difference between them and Murong Shu Qing after all! Li Ming was willing to look closely at her for the first time, except that shallow smile (that was always on her face), and her tranquil and elegant outer appearance, she did not have anything else!