The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

The curtains fell again.

Only three people remained in the tent.

"Zhizhi, I'll guard it for you."

He Lichen's gaze was gentle and full of tolerance.

"Yes, thank you, Brother Huaixian."

Tang Xixue took a deep breath and closed her eyes.

She activated the Azure Snow Heart pendant around her neck.

A deep blue light emanated from the depths of her clothes, flickering like the moon rising from the deep sea.

The light grew brighter and brighter, gradually enveloping her entire body.

She reached out and placed her palm on Feng Zhuo's chest.

Life, like a gentle stream, flowed from her palm and into that broken heart.

That heart felt as if it had been torn apart by a human.

The scene was one of devastation and utter ruin.

Within that deep blue light, the severed heart meridians began to reconnect, and the fragmented wounds began to heal rapidly.

Like a withered tree blossoming, it takes root and sprouts anew in a barren wasteland.

Like sweet rain falling on parched land, it brings hope to the depths of despair.

The pulse, so faint it was almost imperceptible, pulsed again and again, gradually stabilizing.

Tang Xixue leaned down and whispered in his ear.

The veil of his hat fell down, brushing against his pale cheeks.

"Burn it."

She called his name softly.

That voice was soft and sweet, like it had just been pulled out of a dream, still carrying the warmth of the blankets.

It's soft, yet it makes your heart flutter.

"Wake up, wake up!"

"Didn't you say you had something to say to me next time we met?"

"I'm here, open your eyes and look at me."

The person on the couch did not move.

But a tear slowly slid down the corner of his eye.

Feng Zhuo's consciousness rose and fell in the depths of darkness.

too dark.

It was so dark he couldn't see anything.

it's too cold.

He was so cold that he thought he was dead.

But he heard it.

He heard someone calling him.

The voice was so familiar, so gentle, like a voice he had heard a thousand times in his dreams.

Ah Xue.

Is that his Ah Xue?

Or is he dreaming again?

He couldn't tell the difference.

But the sound kept going and going, refusing to stop.

"Burn it, wake up."

"I am coming."

He wanted to respond to her, but he couldn't open his mouth.

He tried to open his eyes, but he couldn't.

He was so anxious he was about to go crazy.

Ah Xue, don't go.

Wait for me.

I have not……

I have something else I want to say to you...

"Ah Xue... Ah Xue..."

His lips moved slightly as he murmured, murmured.

Tears welled up instantly.

The tears slid down from the corners of her tightly closed eyes, down her pale, paper-white cheeks, down her slightly trembling lips, and finally dripped onto the pillow.

"Ah Xue... wait for me... I'm coming to marry you."

He felt a pair of hands holding him.

The hand was warm and soft, with a temperature he was familiar with.

It was her warmth.

He was all too familiar.

From childhood to adulthood, he had secretly held her hand countless times.

My heart pounded like a drum every time, and I couldn't bear to let go.

He strained, using all his strength, and opened his eyes.

The candlelight was blinding.

He blinked, tears still clinging to his eyelashes, his vision blurring and clearing repeatedly.

Gradually, I can see the person in front of me more clearly.

A young girl wearing a veiled hat knelt beside his couch, holding his hand.

The veil of her hat fell down, obscuring her face.

But the faint, cool fragrance wafting from the tip of his nose was the scent he was most familiar with in his life.

The fragrance of crabapple blossoms lingers in the air.

Clear, gentle, and subtle.

is her.

It was his Ah Xue.

"Ah Xue..."

His tears fell in large drops, unstoppable.

"Is it you who has come to marry me?"

He held her hand in his own, sobbing uncontrollably. His tears were scalding hot, dripping onto the back of her hand, burning her heart with pain.

"Look at my red outfit, doesn't it suit Ah Xue perfectly?"

He looked up at her through his tear-filled eyes.

It turns out that Ah Xue's soul is also warm.

There was a deep longing in his eyes.

"But I... I haven't avenged you yet..."

His voice trembled and broke.

"Can you wait for me a little longer?"

Tang Xixue looked at him.

Looking at his tearful face.

My heart is breaking.

She did not speak.

She simply and gently tapped his palm with her finger.

a bit.

Another one.

Feng Zhuo's hand trembled violently.

He looked at her, and his tears fell even harder.

That was their little code.

It's been like this since I was little.

When she wanted him to wait for her, she would tap his palm like this.

"A-Zhuo!"

The curtain was suddenly flung open.

Feng Yi came running, carrying a medicine box. The medicine box dangled in his hands, and he stumbled as he ran, almost tripping.

As soon as he rushed into the tent, he saw the person on the bed with their eyes open.

Those eyes were shining as they gazed at the girl beside him.

Tears were still flowing, but the corners of her mouth were curved in a smile.

"A-Zhuo!"

He exclaimed excitedly and rushed forward in three strides.

Upon closer inspection, he could see clearly that his foolish younger brother was tightly holding the girl's hand beside him, refusing to let go.

They held on tightly, as if afraid that if they let go, the person would run away.

Feng Yi placed the medicine box on the side table.

Then, she called out softly:

"Little Sister Xue..."

Tang Xixue was slightly taken aback.

The veil of her hat concealed her completely, and she was confident that she hadn't revealed a single flaw. She even hid the Heart of the Ocean pendant around her neck.

But as soon as Feng Yi spoke, he called out her name.

"Brother Feng, how do you recognize me?"

Her voice was filled with surprise.

Feng Yi looked at her, his eyes filled with pity.

"A-Zhuo won't touch other women."

His voice was very soft, as soft as the turning of an old book page.

"From childhood to adulthood, you've been the only one in his eyes and heart. Let alone touching you, even if another woman gets within three steps of him, he'll jump up and run away."

He paused, his gaze falling on her draped veil.

"And... the scent on you."

"The fragrance of crabapple blossoms is quite unique."

Most crabapple trees are unscented.

But some special varieties, such as the Malus spectabilis, have an extremely delicate and elegant fragrance. That fragrance is crisp and gentle, just like her.

It's not something you deliberately cultivate; it comes from within.

It can't be hidden.

The moment Feng Yi finished speaking, Feng Zhuo immediately tensed up.

He instinctively tightened his grip on Tang Xixue's hand.

"Big brother, stay away from Ah Xue..."

He looked at his own brother warily, his eyes filled with suspicion.

"You have a strong aura of malevolence about you, don't offend Ah Xue..."

He spoke earnestly and seriously.

It was as if he himself had just crawled back from the brink of death, as if he were the one who needed to protect her.

Everyone was at a loss for words upon hearing this.

Feng Yi stood there, looking at her younger brother's appearance, feeling both annoyed and amused.