Xuanxia

Chapter 1127: In and Out of the City
At this time, in the fake Xishuo city.

Qiu Chan was in a trance.

She looked down at her maid's attire and the basket in her hands, and felt something was wrong.

She remembered that she was a maid of the Hong family, a wealthy family in Xishuo City. She grew up in the mansion and did all kinds of chores every day, day after day, year after year, without any changes...

Why am I so absent-minded today?
Is it because of the weather?

She looked up.

In the sky, a light white mist blocked the sun. It was not gloomy, but not clear either.

"Forget it, why think so much? If I don't bring the cakes back, the young lady will scold me again."

Qiu Chan curled her lips and felt annoyed when she thought of the new Miss Ning who had recently arrived.

I heard that Miss Ning is Mr. Hong’s adopted daughter and is a talented girl. But why could such a talented girl be so vicious?

"Sister Qiuchan! Sister Qiuchan!"

At this time, shouts were heard from the other side of the street.

Qiu Chan turned around and saw Tang Jiao jogging towards her in a hurry, holding up her skirt.

"What's wrong with you?" Qiu Chan shouted at her in dissatisfaction, "Why did you take so long to buy a book?"

Tang Jiao ran all the way to Qiu Chan, stopped panting, bent over and supported her knees to rest for a long time, then stood up, took out the book from her arms and handed it to her: "This book is very hard to buy! I don't know who this Wu Yan is, and so many people buy his books..."

"If the lady wants to see it, what can you do?" Qiu Chan curled her lips.

The two of them chattered and laughed as they walked towards the Hong residence.

"There are so many people in the city recently."

Qiu Chan looked at the dense flow of people on the street and said subconsciously.

Tang Jiao looked around: "Are there any? Aren't there always so many people in the city?"

"Really? I don't understand. I always feel like there are a lot more people here today." Qiu Chan said casually.

The two of them walked through the crowd and returned to the Hong Mansion - the Hong Mansion was also quite lively today. It was heard that the young master who had not been home for a long time had returned, and the master was going to arrange a banquet.

"I heard that Prince Xishuo will also come to the mansion today!"

Tang Jiao looked at the other servants and maids who were busy preparing the banquet in the mansion and whispered, "The master has such a great reputation..."

"Nonsense, the richest businessman in Xishuo Province, are you kidding me?" Qiu Chan rolled her eyes at her.

"I don't know if the young lady will attend the banquet. If she is willing to go, we can also eat something with her." Tang Jiao said with a giggle.

Qiu Chan sighed: "Miss... She closes the door and reads every day. I'm afraid she won't go... Alas, you said she always thinks about the outside of the city..."

When she said this, she was suddenly startled.

Outside the city?

She looked at Tang Jiao: "Jiao Jiao, what does it look like outside the city?"

"Outside the city?" Tang Jiao was startled: "Outside the city is... isn't it..."

She couldn't say it either.

The two looked at each other, feeling that something was odd. Just then, a plain female voice came from not far away.

"What are you still doing here?"

"Where are my books and cakes?"

Qiu Chan and Tang Jiao were startled and turned their heads to look, only to see Miss Ning, whom they were serving, standing in a pavilion not far away in a dress, looking at them with a cold face.

"Alas!"

Tang Jiao exclaimed, "Here it comes!"

She lifted up her skirt and trotted over, Qiu Chan followed closely. Ning Wushu snorted, turned and walked towards the boudoir.

……

"Xishuo Palace, Prince Zhao Hao has arrived—"

In front of the Hong Mansion, the Hong family servant shouted loudly.

Zhao Hao had a smile on his face and bowed to everyone on his left and right. Behind him was a group of servants carrying gifts.

“Hahahaha—Brother Zhao, you’re here!”

A hearty laugh was heard not far away.

Zhao Hao looked up and saw the tall and strong Hong Zhi coming towards him with his arms outstretched. "Brother Hong!"

Zhao Hao also laughed and walked up to him and gave him a big hug.

"How have you been out there these years?"

After the hug, Zhao Hao patted his shoulder vigorously and asked, "Have you helped your old man earn hundreds of thousands of taels of silver?"

"outside……"

Hong Zhi was stunned for a moment, then he quickly laughed again: "Why are you talking about those troubles outside? We two brothers haven't seen each other for a long time, let's catch up, catch up!"

The two walked towards the inner hall arm in arm. After a few steps, Zhao Hao winked at Hong Zhi and said, "I heard that your father adopted a daughter? What's going on? Could she be your child bride?"

"Don't talk nonsense, I can't afford to offend her."

Hong Zhi said solemnly: "She just came to stay at my house for a while, but her father is..."

"Who is it?" Zhao Hao's eyes were bright, burning with the fire of gossip.

"Who is it?" Hong Zhi was also stunned.

……

"It seems that too many people came in at once and it's a bit exhausting."

On the top of the city wall, a figure rubbed his temple and muttered.

This is a young man.

His appearance...

If I had to describe him in one word, it would be handsome.

Very handsome.

The kind of handsomeness that is beyond the scope of normal people and almost only exists in novels.

The young man's gaze passed over the layers of roofs of the buildings in Xishuo City and fell on the Hong Mansion.

Then he turned his gaze and looked elsewhere.

In a butcher's shop, Bai He had a sullen face, was wearing an apron, holding a large cleaver in his hand, and was chopping the pig's leg bones vigorously, with blood and bone fragments splattering all over his body.

On the street, Jingming looked tired, holding a bamboo broom in his hand and sweeping the fallen leaves on the street.

In the restaurant, Hua Wuying was waving a white towel and wiping the table enthusiastically to welcome the customers. The young proprietress Hua Xiaolan behind the counter was looking at him tenderly.

In a small temple in the city, Yuan Zhen knelt in front of the Buddha, clasped his hands together, and muttered to himself.

In the study, Wu Yan had the manuscript he had just written in front of him. The people around him were holding the manuscripts and praising them loudly, but he was staring blankly at the strange woman he had accidentally drawn on the paper in front of him.

In the charity cemetery on the outskirts of the city, Murong Xuan was guarding a number of coffins, holding a porcelain bowl, eating half-cooked rice, with a gloomy face. Only when she looked at her brother who was studying hard not far away, did she reveal a relieved smile.

At the end of the street, Wu Changfeng led a group of younger brothers, shouting and cursing, demanding that those who had loaned money from them at high interest rates pay back the debt.

There are many, many such people.

They are all the "newcomers" pouring into the city today.

In order to allow them to seamlessly and perfectly integrate into the city of Xishuo, the young people consumed too much energy and brainpower.

"It's also Fu Qingzhou's fault. He actually blew up the body I borrowed outside..."

He sighed: "Fang Ruyue, Fang Ruyue, why haven't you finished yet?"

Having hidden it for so many years, he is now unable to sit still.

But it is precisely because of the planning for so many years...

He could still wait.

It’s just that it’s hard to completely calm down an anxious heart.

"In this case……"

The young man thought about it and ran his hand across his face.

With just this one stroke, his appearance changed, from the "Long Aotian" who seemed to have walked out of a novel, into the appearance of Fu Qingzhou.

"I really envy you. You are from the outside world, but you can integrate so well here and have so many friends..."

The young man smiled and said, "I have nothing to do anyway, so why don't you let me meet your friends? It will also help them adapt a little bit."

(End of this chapter)