Xiao Nanhui had been trained in marching and fighting since he was a child. If he used a bow and arrow to kill the enemy, he would use a heavy bow. Only a bow with a pulling force of more than three stones could penetrate the armor and kill the enemy.
She had never even touched a bow as slender and light as the one in Bai Yun's hand.
She was cultivated by Xiao Zhun himself. In addition to spear skills, many wrestling moves and sword and military tactics were also taught by Xiao Zhun himself.
But for the bow and arrow, Xiao Zhun asked someone else to do it for him.
Xiao Nanhui had seen Xiao Zhun shoot arrows with his backhand several times, and she had begged to learn it, but he always talked her out of it with a few words. When he asked her again, his face looked unhappy, so she had no choice but to leave.
Why didn't Xiao Zhun teach her archery?
This question troubled the young Xiao Nanhui for a long time.
Now, there is finally an answer.
Because Bai Yun’s archery was taught by Xiao Zhun.
They were both teenagers, and teaching Xiao Nanhui archery reminded him of the old Bai Yun. Or rather, he'd always seen a certain resemblance of Bai Yun in Xiao Nanhui. However, she wasn't Bai Yun, and as she grew older, she looked even less like her.
So Xiao Zhun distanced himself from her.
It was ridiculous that she was completely unaware of it, and just kept making useless remedies. Thinking back to every ardent expectation and humble attempt to please him in the past, Xiao Nanhui felt a burning pain in his heart.
She thought that the dignity she had forged through years of battle was indestructible, but now she was thrown into disarray and defeated in just a moment.
Looking up at the person in front of her again, her eyes suddenly fixed on the hairpin inserted in the beauty's black hair.
In fact, it was not even a hairpin, but just half a wooden branch with some dried and shriveled flowers on it.
Xiao Nanhui's attention was on the flowers.
She had only taken a quick glance at it before and thought it was just an ordinary dead tree, but now that she thought about it carefully, there wasn't even a dead grass in the courtyard, so how could there be branches?
Even though the branch had withered, she could still tell what the flowers looked like when they were still fresh.
Because you will never forget such flowers once you see them.
The one she had seen in Su Pingchuan's hands and picked up from Xiao Zhun's clothes - Yingshui Chonglou.
It doesn't matter whether Xiao Zhun has been to Xiaomei Manor or Prince Xuanyuan's Mansion. What matters is: Bai Yun was confined here. It couldn't be that she asked someone to pick her up. It could only be that she was brought by a Tiancheng person who can enter and leave here.
The answer she had been looking for for so long was now before her.
Xiao Nanhui stared at the half-broken branch, and it seemed as if blood was coming out of his eyes.
Her terrifying eyes attracted the other person's attention. Bai Yun turned his head slightly, and the moment he saw her gaze, he understood something.
The beauty's usually calm face suddenly showed an unconcealable panic. She plucked out a few strands of her hair to cover the branches in her hair. Her lips trembled, and she looked at Xiao Nanhui with an almost pleading attitude, her voice as low as dust: "Please, please don't..."
At this moment, Xiao Nanhui suddenly broke free from his uncontrollable emotions and was speechless for a moment.
The expression on her face just now must have been terrible, the kind she always hated the most.
Jealous, dark, and unfulfilled hatred that wants to tear everything apart.
She never thought that her feelings for Xiao Zhun would one day make her become the person she hated the most.
She had been determined to learn martial arts and take up arms since she was young in order to protect the weak, but she had become someone who wanted to use her advantage to oppress others.
The sound of patrolling guards could be heard at the gate of the villa, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. Bai Yun's face was as pale as a piece of paper. Hope was gradually being pulled away from this body, causing her back to collapse unconsciously.
Xiao Nanhui looked at the woman in front of him, and his heart finally calmed down.
The Bai family was once a well-known and prominent family, living a respectable and decent life, but now they have become prisoners, living barefoot in this cage, unable to see even a flower or a bird.
The plum branch had long lost its vitality, but she was reluctant to throw it away. She carefully hid it in her hair, fearing that someone would take away this last bit of warmth that belonged to her.
That was the last connection between her and Xiao Zhun.
Xiao Nanhui could understand this state of mind.
How many years does it take to form a bond between people, and how many years does it take to unravel it? Xiao Nanhui didn't know, but she knew: she had deceived herself and overestimated the bond between her and Xiao Zhun.
Xiao Zhun accompanied her to appreciate flowers every year, but he never gave her flowers.
Is Camellia chrysantha not beautiful? Yes, it is beautiful, but it is not as good as Paris polyphylla.
Is Xiao Zhun not nice to her?
It's good.
It's just not that good.
The moment the guard's footsteps stepped onto the corridor, Bai Yun raised his head tremblingly, only to find that the woman with the bow had disappeared.
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The first month of the year may not be considered the beginning of early spring in Chizhou, but it is definitely the end of the cold winter.
The snow that was piled thickly a few days ago has now turned into moist water vapor, soaking the ground into a boundless black.
Jixiang's head was pressed to the ground, with hot steam coming out of his nose. He carefully sniffed the damp dead branches for the scent of new mushrooms, and walked all the way from the woods to the small river that was just beginning to melt.
The river surface had opened up a little, and pieces of ice kept collapsing and falling into the flowing river water, rolling twice before disappearing.
Xiao Nanhui watched quietly for a while, then let Jixiang wade across.
The icy river water soaked half her legs, and Jixiang shivered. She slowly reached into her clothes and pulled out a thin business card.
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