"Let me ask you something. I..." She paused and adjusted her address, "Has Qinghuai Hou Xiao Zhun ever come to see you?"
After hearing this, Bai Yun paused obviously, but finally shook his head calmly.
“No.”
It would have been fine if the other party didn't answer, but if he did, Xiao Nan would have been even more unconvinced.
"Has he really never been here?"
Bai Yun stopped talking.
Xiao Nanhui suddenly felt a surge of anger in her heart. If Bai Yun had explained everything to her frankly at this moment, she might have respected the Bai family for having some backbone. But the way they looked like they had suffered a great injustice but didn't say a word was really infuriating.
"If you don't want to tell me, forget it. I'll go ask him myself..."
After hearing this, Bai Yun's expression finally relaxed a little.
"where are you going?"
Xiao Nanhui stood with his arms folded: "Now that I'm here, I can go wherever I want."
There was a moment of stagnation in the air, and the two women stood facing each other, neither willing to give in.
After a long time, Bai Yun's expression returned to its former cold and aloof look.
"General, are you looking for this?" She pulled a familiar arrow from her wide sleeve. "General, you shot an arrow into my yard just to find an excuse to come in. Now I offer you the arrow with both hands. You have no reason to stay here any longer."
Xiao Nanhui's heart trembled. He could hardly believe that his repeated attempts to cover up the truth were exposed so easily.
She tried to maintain her dignity, but her voice was unconsciously a little guilty: "It's just an arrow. If I don't take it, what can you do to me?"
"The black feather arrows were made by Prince Shuo for his guards. Even if they were needed for duty, it would be difficult to explain if one was missing, let alone if it appeared in the courtyard of a traitor. General, if you are not afraid of causing trouble for the Marquis' Mansion, please leave this arrow here."
Every word the other party said was as light as catkins, but when it fell into Xiao Nanhui's ears it sounded like the god of thunder swinging a sledgehammer in his hand.
The black feather arrow was made by the Xiao family father and son. She, as a member of the Xiao family, did not know it, but the woman in front of her knew it.
But why? She had clearly betrayed Xiao Zhun and Tiancheng, so how could she have the nerve to worry about the Marquis's Mansion and Xiao Zhun?
Xiao Nanhui's anger instantly rushed to his face. He no longer bothered to sugarcoat the situation and blurted out, "What does the Black Feather Arrow or the Xiao family have to do with you?! It's not enough that you hurt him once, are you going to hurt him a second time?"
She had been on the battlefield for many years, and there was unconsciously a murderous air in her words.
The little garlic sprout next to Bai Yun had been lowering its head and biting its fingers, but now it was so scared that it cried out "wow".
Bai Yun didn't try to comfort him, as if he was already used to such scenes. He just half-knelt down and wiped the tears from the baby's face with his sleeve, muttering to himself as he wiped, not knowing to whom he was talking: "How could it be, how could it be... How could I hurt him?"
Xiao Nanhui watched coldly from the side, not believing a single word the woman said.
"Give me back the arrow. I don't want to stay here any longer."
Bai Yun seemed to change his mind, stood up and looked at her intently.
"General, your arrow just pierced the crack in the wall. You used all your strength, but it only penetrated three-quarters of the way. Do you know why?"
Xiao Nanhui didn't want to pay any attention to him, but for some reason he remembered the bet he had made with Xiao Zhun, and subconsciously said, "The arrow will wear away the stone wall, so the force will naturally be reduced."
"Not really. The Black Feather Arrow was designed with a longer shaft to stabilize the force of the arrow breaking through the wind, but this has made its accuracy somewhat lacking. It needs a good bow to match it." She said as she extended her hand towards Xiao Nanhui, "General, shoot me an arrow, and I will return you a bow. Would you be willing to lend me your bow?"
The arrow shot from the sentry tower on the battlefield was still vivid in his mind. Xiao Nanhui knew that this woman was an expert archer and was definitely not as weak and harmless as she looked.
Reason told Xiao Nanhui that she shouldn't just give up her weapon. However, at this moment, she felt a kind of stubbornness, like a sullen temper.
Xiao Nanhui handed the bow on his back to Bai Yun.
The woman gently grasped the bow arm with her slender hands and gave her a cold smile.
"General, please understand the difference between you and me."
Xiao Nanhui stood there in a daze, staring at the woman in white as she drew the arrow, put on the bow, aimed, and shot with astonishing speed.
This was the first time she saw Bai Yun shooting arrows up close. It was an extremely rare backhand small frame shooting posture, exactly the same as Xiao Zhun's archery.
A pitch-black arrow flew out from the silver bowstring, brushed past Xiao Nanhui's ear, and like a nimble snake, it drilled into the tiny carved holes on the corridor a hundred steps away, and when it nailed into the tree trunk, the force remained undiminished.
The bow had a pulling force of only one stone, but the force of the arrow's shooting only showed that there was no friction or loss when the arrow passed through the tiny hole. It was a clean and neat shot.
"This is a white horn bow, originally made by me. It's not unusual for you to be unaccustomed to it."
With every word the other party spoke, Xiao Nanhui felt as if a corner of the palace in his heart had collapsed.
She looked at the white horn bow with its arms polished to a shine, and suddenly felt cold all over.
Somewhere deep in her memory, she had seen such a bow and arrow before.
Slender and graceful curves, simple and exquisite design.
The only difference might be that she never paid attention to the details of the bow when she was a child.
The bow that was hung in Xiao Zhun's room and no one was allowed to touch it, the bow that was used as a bet, the bow that ultimately did not belong to her.
It was hung on the innermost wall of Xiao Zhun's room. It had become much dimmer over the years, but if she could wipe it carefully with a soft cloth dipped in fine powder, she should be able to see that the bow was like a bright crescent moon, made of white buffalo horn.
Black feather arrows, white horn bow.
They are a pair.
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