The Mirror of Startling Beauty: Her courtiers are everywhere

Tang Xixue listened to the sounds outside, looking utterly pitiful.

The wind was so fierce it was almost shattered.

The choked voice was heartbreaking to hear.

"Ah Ce, you don't mind if someone sees us, do you?"

Tangxi Xue asked Yan Ci a question.

"I don't mind at all."

Yan Ci spoke up, saying that what he cared about most right now was that no one could see it.

He had just promised His Majesty that he would behave himself.

As a result, he turned around and dutifully went to the bed to undress.

He was truly speechless and unable to defend himself.

"Okay, I'll open the door then."

With a wave of her long sleeves, Tang Xixue flung open the bedroom door.

"Ranzhi, come in."

As soon as she finished speaking, a red figure darted into the room.

Today, Feng Zhuo wore a scarlet brocade robe with intertwined branches. As the robe fluttered, it resembled a sky full of red leaves scattered by the wind, dazzling and eye-catching.

Through the pink gauze curtain, he saw that the strategist was actually on Tang Xixue's couch, and he really couldn't believe it.

The gauze curtains were thin and hazy, but they were so familiar with each other that they recognized him at a glance.

The strategist in his heart was the Master of the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, who could devise strategies from within the tent and win battles from afar.

They are a reliable force that fights to the death in the wind and snow, protecting the territory.

At this moment, however, he was lying on Ah Xue's bed, his clothes disheveled.

Feng Zhuo felt a bang in his head, as if a thousand troops were galloping through him.

My heartfelt adoration shattered into pieces.

"Brother Yan Ce, I really didn't expect that you, the vixen, would be me!"

Feng Zhuo, his eyes red with grief, said with deep sorrow.

"Don't talk nonsense."

Yan Ci responded irritably.

They used to say he was as cunning as a fox, but now he's been called a vixen?

"Military Advisor Yan?"

Feng Yi was worried about her younger brother, but she had no choice but to bite the bullet and come in.

He followed behind Feng Zhuo, his steps heavy as if he were going to the execution ground.

As a result, they found Yan Ci here.

Feng Yi was completely stunned.

"Princess Mirror's new favorite is actually Military Advisor Yan."

"What could this possibly have to do with my silly younger brother?"

Feng Yi secretly glanced at the back of Feng Zhuo's head and sighed inwardly.

His simple-minded, clueless younger brother is someone you can't outmaneuver.

What should we do?

If A-Zhu marries into that family, will she be bullied terribly?

"Ah Xue..."

Feng Zhuo stood outside the gauze curtain, not rushing in.

He simply stood there and called out softly.

He hung his head, his scarlet robe making him look like a withered rose.

"I'm here, light it."

"Wait there for a moment, I'll be done here soon."

Tang Xixue's voice came from behind the gauze curtain, clear and soft, with a hint of soothing.

But when Feng Zhuo heard these words, they took on a completely different meaning.

It will be over quickly.

What's the matter?

They want to do it in front of him?

Don't his Ah Xue and Yan Ce-ge... even try to avoid him?

"Oh, I... I'll wait for you."

Feng Zhuo felt extremely wronged; her nose tingled, and her eyes reddened again.

He bit his lower lip, trying his best to hold back, but the grievance still spilled out from the corner of his eyes.

Glistening, clinging to the eyelashes, threatening to fall.

Feng Yi stood aside, looking at her younger brother's appearance, wishing she could drag him away on the spot.

What are you doing standing here, you silly little brother?

Do you want to see other couples being affectionate?

Don't you think your heart is broken enough?

"Ah Xue, Yan Ce is so useless, let me do it."

"I'm not the kind of person who's quick..."

After thinking about it, Feng Zhuo decided to try to defend himself.

He wanted to rush in and give Yan Ci a good beating, but he was afraid of spoiling Tang Xixue's good mood.

She was having a great time, how could he spoil her fun?

He had long known that his Ah Xue, being a princess, was entitled to have three husbands and four servants.

He shouldn't be so jealous.

But it still tasted extremely sour, like biting into a particularly sour green plum.

"Feng Ranzhi, don't make up stories."

Yan Ci's voice came from behind the gauze curtain, with a hint of gritted teeth.

What do you mean he's useless?

What do you mean he's fast?

This is truly a vicious personal attack.

His lifelong reputation as Yan Ci has been shattered to pieces today, and now this brat is making fun of him. Does he even care about his reputation anymore?

"Hmph, you can't even say it? My brother is better than you."

Feng Zhuo pursed his lips and couldn't help but mutter a complaint.

During training at the military camp in the northern border region, Yan Junshi's physical fitness was clearly inferior to that of his brother Feng Yi.

He saw it with his own eyes; it couldn't be faked.

"Ah Zhuo, please don't say anymore."

Feng Yi is really going crazy.

What nonsense is his brother talking about!

What makes him better than Yan Ci?

If you didn't know better, you might think he was going to offer himself up as a concubine!

Feng Yi's face flushed red instantly, and she wished she could disappear into a crack in the ground.

"Don't move, I'm starting."

Tangxi Snow lifted the robes that Yan Ci had been trying to conceal.

She lowered her eyes, held a needle in her hand, and began to administer acupuncture to him.

She gently twisted the silver needles between her fingertips, inserting them inch by inch into the acupoints with skillful and precise technique.

She was dispelling the cold ailment from his body.

"Um--"

Yan Ci couldn't help but let out a muffled groan.

His leg ailment was the most severe; when it flared up, his knees would swell up like drums and he would be in so much pain that he couldn't even walk.

The chill lingered in his bones, and whenever the weather was cold and damp, it would come out and torment him until he was pale and lifeless.

"Brother...are they...are they alright yet?"

Feng Zhuo didn't dare to look inside.

He lowered his head, staring at the tips of his boots, but his ears were perked up.

"See for yourself."

Feng Yi's voice sounded somewhat strange.

"Brother, I'm afraid I'll look bad if I'm jealous."

Feng Zhuo didn't dare to look, and he said in a low voice.

He was like a small flame that had been doused with water, listless and without the drive he had when he rushed in.

"Make something of yourself, Ah Zhuo."

"Since you've chosen to marry up, you'll have to get used to it sooner or later."

Feng Yi patted Feng Zhuo on the shoulder.

His Highness is always surrounded by admirers.

His brother can't live without her, so he needs to be mentally prepared.

We need to learn to be more magnanimous.

"Yes, I understand. I was too impulsive. I'm willing to do anything as long as I can be with Xue."

Feng Zhuo wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, brushing her cheek with her sleeve to remove the dampness.

Then, he gave a cute smile.

The smile was curved, and the eyebrows and eyes were squeezed together, like a small crescent moon.

Although her eyes were still red, the tip of her nose was also red like a little strawberry.

But his smile was so genuine, like the first ray of sunshine peeking through the clouds after the rain.

"Ah Xue, don't be angry."

"I...I will get along well with Brother Yan Ce."

Feng Zhuo's voice was soft, with a hint of ingratiation.

Like a little dog that has gotten into trouble, it cautiously approaches and rubs its head against its owner's palm.

"Oh, then our Ranzhi is very well-behaved."

Tang Xixue said gently.

"alright."

She pulled out the silver needles one by one, her movements gentle and nimble.

"You can get dressed now."

She said something to Yan Ci, then began to pack up her needle case, wiping each silver needle clean and putting them back into the brocade needle case.

"Ah, Brother Yan Ce, this...this is so useless."

Feng Zhuo didn't dare to look closely inside, but he was shocked when he heard their conversation.

Not even half a cup of tea?

He was just mentally preparing himself.

Is that all?

"We should probably take this to Dr. Liu!"

Yan Ci paused as he put on his robe, his fingertips hovering in mid-air.

"Feng Zhuo, open your eyes wide and look carefully. His Highness is treating my cold ailment with acupuncture."

"What on earth are you thinking about?"

He was so angry he laughed.

"treat!"

Feng Zhuo then mustered up her courage and looked through the gap in the gauze curtain.

I saw that Tang Xixue had already packed her medicine box and was writing a prescription.

He recalled Yan Ci's illness caused by cold.

During those years in the northern frontier, when Yan Ci fell ill, he would be in so much pain that his face would turn pale, but he would never utter a sound.

Only then did I realize that I had made a huge blunder.

"I'm so sorry!"

"Please, just pretend you didn't hear what I said...please..."

Feng Zhuo's face instantly turned bright red, even the tips of his ears turned pink.

He recalled his audacious words and self-offering, and he almost wanted to hide behind his elder brother, Feng Yi.

How could he possibly say those things?

"Don't touch your elder brother."

Feng Yi clearly felt extremely embarrassed as well.

He stepped back, preventing his younger brother from hiding.

She was afraid that her younger brother's romantic obsession would spread from person to person.

"No, you can't, burn it."

Tang Xixue smiled gently, a bright and lively smile.

"I heard it clearly and remember it perfectly."

Seeing that Feng Zhuo was now healthy and well, she was relieved.

"The burning sensation...it's delicious..."

Her words made Feng Zhuo blush completely.

"Ahhh..."

The wind howled in his heart, transforming into a small volcano.

The red color gushed out from the top of his head, and his whole body felt like it was on fire.

He covered his face, turned around, and ran away.

The scarlet robes fluttered in the wind, like a fleeing fire.