That wretched vixen has disguised herself as my wife!

"Guardian of the Cold! What a lofty and aloof title!"

Lu Zhao slapped his thigh, his face full of admiration.

Guardian of the Cold...

Jiang Jingming pondered for a long time, then suddenly felt a jolt in his heart.

As the old saying goes: "Only when the year grows cold do we know that the pine and cypress are the last to wither."

The famous Master Han of the Crossing Moon Sect was none other than Han Baisong.

After reaching this conclusion, Jiang Jingming was momentarily dazed.

It's quite a coincidence that people call him the reincarnation of the Wenqu Star, and Master Han is also the Wenqu Star among the Seven Stars of Crossing the Moon.

The old man I remember who was always blowing his beard and glaring was actually a legendary hermit in his youth.

It's really hard to imagine.

Although they had spent ten years together, Master Han never mentioned his past glories.

He occasionally mentions it, saying that he had a stunningly beautiful first love when he was young, but they were destined to be apart.

Whenever this topic came up, Master Han would become saddened, sometimes so sad that he would forget to check his homework.

Those past experiences of "refusing to board the emperor's boat when summoned" were insignificant to him.

……

Jiang Jingming suddenly realized that he didn't actually know much about the people in the Duyue Sect.

He didn't understand why Lady Song would be willing to waste her best years as a woman in a place like Mangya.

I wonder where Gu Tinghan learned such sharp and deadly swordsmanship.

He didn't even know why Jiang Wuwang had become a notorious villain feared by everyone.

"..."

Jiang Jingming remained silent for a long time, then suddenly felt that the past ten years had passed by so quickly, like water flowing eastward in an instant, leaving no trace.

Chapter Sixty-Two: The Magpie Bridge Fairy

The outer city of Fengling City is an arc, filled with worried citizens and weary travelers.

They acted as a natural defense, perfectly protecting the inner city.

No matter what the outside world is like, the real Fengling City will always be poetic and picturesque, just like the misty Jiangnan region.

Jiang Jingming walked on the ancient bluestone bridge. Looking around, he saw exquisite pavilions and towers, and the light blue river flowed slowly past his feet.

"It's like being in a completely different world, just a wall away."

Lu Zhao was walking briskly forward with his sword slung over his shoulder when he suddenly sighed for no apparent reason.

Given the current tense situation, getting into the inner city won't be easy.

Many residents of the outer city were so frightened by the witch from the Crossing Moon Sect that they couldn't sleep at night and were determined to sneak into the heavily guarded inner city, so the checks became even more stringent.

The guards at the gate looked everyone up and down for a while, questioned them for a long time, but still refused to let them pass.

Finally, having no other choice, Lu Zhao, with a dark face, revealed his token as the young commander of the Divine Capital Guard.

The guard's attitude immediately changed completely, and he bowed and scraped as he invited the group in.

It wasn't until they entered the inner city that they understood why things were so strict.

There was none of the tension that existed in the outer city. Everyone was living their lives as usual, content and at ease. The bloody massacre of the entire family still seemed very distant to them.

Scholars were reciting poems by the river. As they crossed the stone bridge, they saw a building full of beautiful women in red sleeves swaying in the breeze.

Jiang Jingming looked up and saw petals falling in a flurry.

The woman scattering flowers upstairs shyly raised her sleeve to cover her face, followed by a burst of charming laughter.

"They're trying to make friends with you."

Lu Zhao gritted his teeth in jealousy.

"These young ladies don't go out much usually, so they stay in the building. If they see a man they like, they will sprinkle the petals of the 'Magpie Bridge Fairy' on him."

"I see."

Jiang Jingming nodded casually.

Everyone in Fengling City loves flowers, and the boat captain's wife was probably from Fengling, which is why she came up with that way of attracting customers.

"whispering sound!"

Xie Yunqi was originally a flower lover, and when she saw so many fluttering petals, she even picked them up and played with them for a while.

After hearing Lu Zhao's explanation, she snorted coldly and stormed off.

Jiang Jingming stared at the young lady's fiery red figure from behind, wondering what sore spot he had touched this time.

……

The remaining group continued walking forward, and countless fairy maidens landed on Jiang Jingming's shoulders along the way.

He didn't reach out to brush them away, but simply let the petals slide down with his steps.

Looking at his calm expression, Lu Zhao couldn't help but sigh deeply.

It's truly a case of some people dying from drought while others are drowning from floods!

Poor girls upstairs, they poured all their girlish hearts into a cold, indifferent stone statue.

"Whoosh-"

Suddenly, a bone-chilling cold air flew over their heads.

Lu Zhao trembled with fright and nervously touched the top of his head, worried that a piece of his scalp had been shaved off.

Jiang Jingming looked up and saw a bright red ribbon broken in two by the wind, fluttering in the breeze.

The women leaning against the railing gasped in surprise; none of them had seen what had happened.

The owner of the ribbon was the same; the blush on her face faded slightly, and she stared blankly as the ribbon fell into the river.

And Aqing, the one who started all of this, calmly sheathed his sword.

She walked at the very back of the group, and only made her move when the ribbon was about to fall on Jiang Jingming.

"You scared me!"

Lu Zhao patted his chest, still shaken.

Jiang Jingming stopped and looked back at A Qing's silent expression, and for a moment he wanted to laugh.

At this moment, Fang Zhiyi slowly walked past him, a slight smile playing on her lips.

Upon seeing this figure in white, the girls upstairs who were scattering flowers suddenly stopped moving, feeling utterly disheartened.

Because of the rain of flowers falling all around, they all became mere background to her.

......

Jiang Jingming found Xie Yunqi next to the stall in front.

The young lady squatted next to the pancake maker, resting her chin on her knees, looking unhappy.

What kind of cake is this?

Xie Yunqi glanced back at him, then quickly turned his head away, replying irritably:

"Flower cakes!"

Forget the Magpie Bridge Fairy, just turn them all into pancakes and eat them!

"Little girl, the pancake is ready! Here you go, be careful it's hot."

The pancake stall owner wrapped the freshly baked flower pancakes in lotus leaves and handed them to the sullen little girl in red with a smile.

"My flower cakes always bring a smile to the faces of my customers! Don't be sad, try some!"

"Thank you, boss."

Xie Yunqi pouted and slowly peeled back the lotus leaf.

The scent of flower petals and the fragrance of lotus leaves blend together, creating a truly delightful aroma.

Xie Yunqi lowered his head and took a bite. His eyes lit up. It was a very special taste, like stepping into a sea of ​​flowers in spring.

"It's really delicious!"

Before Xie Yunqi could even swallow, he nodded vigorously at the boss, his words muffled.

Jiang Jingming stood with his arms crossed, staring at her for a long time before finally managing to smile.

"Boss, I'd like four more flower cakes."

"okay!"

The boss rolled up his sleeves, flattened the freshly kneaded dough into a pancake shape again, and put it into the boiling hot oil. There was a sizzling sound of ghee.

Jiang Jingming waited while watching the young lady intently munching on the pancake in her hand.

The owner didn't ask him what kind of filling he wanted, probably because there was only one type of filling available. It depended on what flowers were in bloom at that time of year and had a suitable taste.

"Miss."

"what!"

Xie Yunqi raised his head fiercely, but there were some crumbs on the corner of his mouth, making him look like a kitten guarding its food.

Jiang Jingming stared at her for a while, but in the end he couldn't help but reach out and wipe the corner of her mouth.

Xie Yunqi lowered his eyes, his eyelashes fluttering, and suddenly felt that most of the inexplicable anger in his heart had inexplicably dissipated.

"Given the current situation, it's not easy to see the Chief Secretary, even for someone like Brother Lu Zhao who is a Junior Captain."

Jiang Jingming had just asked some passersby and found out that Wen Fuxiao's residence was not far ahead.

However, I heard that he has recently been staying at home and refusing visitors, accepting neither visiting cards nor invitations.

"That's hard to say! Just you wait and see!"

Xie Yunqi raised his chin proudly, looking very confident.

Jiang Jingming took the four flower cakes handed to him by the shopkeeper and raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

......

Upon reaching the tightly closed gate of the Prefectural Governor's residence, Xie Yunqi plopped down on the stone lion at the entrance, put his hands on his hips, and shouted loudly.

"Wen Fuxiao!"

"The disgraced official Wen Fuxiao!!"

"You old bald man! Are you Erduolong?!"

"..."

The rest of the people stood in a row at a distance, silently eating their pancakes, pretending to be just passing by.

Otherwise, if the Chief Secretary were to blame them later, the young lady would naturally not be afraid, but they might not be.

Chapter Sixty-Three: The Strategy to Stop the War

However, it turned out that the young lady's cursing was effective, and the tightly closed door actually opened.

"Who dares to be so insolent here!"

Several menacing guards rushed out, and upon seeing the person on the stone lion, they immediately gasped in shock.

"Where did this little brat come from! Do you even know where you are? Get down here right now!"

Xie Yunqi arrogantly tossed his long hair and pointed at the leading guard:

"I know exactly where I am, that's why I'm being so presumptuous! What are you going to do about it? Go and call Wen Fuxiao out right now!"

"How dare a mere girl like you call Lord Wen by his name!"

The guard was furious and raised his hand to draw his sword, but was stopped by another person next to him.