Hmm? When the Emperor gave her this thing, he seemed to have said it was a certificate that allowed her to come and go from his side?
Then what about the trouble she had just gone through?
The expression on Xiao Nanhui's face became even more sad and angry. The moment she raised her wrist, she suddenly remembered something.
Turning the iron ring, she indeed saw the symbol engraved on the raised part.
She hadn't paid much attention to it before, because she didn't recognize the symbol at all, thinking it might be the insignia of the so-called Emperor's Guard. But in the past few days, she hadn't seen this symbol on anyone else, until just now...
"Mo Chunhua, do you recognize this?"
Mo Chunhua's palms were still burning. She looked at her angrily, biting her lips and saying nothing.
The Southern Qiang are considered a foreign ethnic group, and some tribes still retain the writing used in ancient times. Although Mo Chunhua has never been to a library, she should be a little more knowledgeable than the average Tiancheng person.
She shamelessly moved closer and used the skills she had acquired from her past dealings with Yao Yi: "Help me take a look, and I'll teach you three sets of boxing techniques."
Mo Chunhua snorted and hooked her finger at her, and Xiao Nanhui quickly extended his paw.
Mo Chunhua looked around for a while, and she felt a little anxious.
"Do you recognize him?"
"Don't make a noise." Mo Chunhua took another closer look at the iron ring and said confidently, "I know it."
Her eyes lit up. "Really? What is it?"
"have no idea."
Xiao Nanhui held his breath in his chest, which turned into a roar: "I don't know what you said you knew?!"
Mo Chunhua scratched her ears and stared at him with two innocent eyes: "I have seen it before, so of course I know it, but I don't know what it means."
She took a deep breath and asked, "Where have I seen you before?"
Mo Chunhua lowered her head in thought. "When I was very young, before I even entered the palace, a ram from the nearby village ran out and scared me. I had nightmares for three days and three nights. My grandma hired an old wizard to perform a ritual. I remember this symbol was on his bell."
As a child? Still having nightmares? Wizard's bell?
She frowned. "Are you... sure?"
Mo Chunhua was very sure: "Yes, I am sure. They really look similar."
Xiao Nanhui sighed, feeling that he was wasting his time. He decided to wait until he returned to Quecheng to ask Yao Yi.
"But why do you suddenly think of asking this? Hasn't this bracelet been on you for a while?"
Xiao Nanhui pursed his lips and said nothing.
What flashed before her eyes was the unfolded scroll in the dimly lit little tent.
Is all this just a coincidence?
What exactly is the emperor looking at?
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Ever since the strong wind in the martial arts arena that day, the wind that blew incessantly throughout the Gobi Desert all year round seemed to have suddenly disappeared.
Xiao Nanhui found that the scarf and hat that she usually used to block the wind and sand had been thrown into the corner by her. She only took it out to wrap her hair when she remembered it occasionally.
She couldn't find the hairpin she had brought with her all the way from Quecheng, so she had to braid her hair like Mo Chunhua did, and finally tied it up randomly with a cloth rope.
The assignment to teach □□ had been abandoned since that day. The emperor, citing his busy military affairs, no longer summoned her, and even Lu Songping was absent from the scene. She even had the illusion that perhaps the offer to teach her martial arts was simply a delaying tactic to ease Ding Weixiang's journey, and that Lu Songping had long since realized it and was simply playing along.
Thinking of this, Xiao Nanhui felt an indescribable sense of loss in her heart. She attributed this to her regret for the emperor's "lack of ambition" and poured all her enthusiasm into teaching Mo Chunhua, training her so hard that her waist and legs ached and she kept complaining.
Driven by selfish motives, she would take on the patrol work in the camp and lead several teams to scout the nearby hills. She would take the opportunity to climb up the sand dunes and look into the distance, hoping to see the figure of the night owl, but in the end, nothing came of it.
Although the emperor wanted her to be his "close attendant", he did not keep her by his side all the time like he did with Ding Weixiang. She would occasionally hang around in front of the royal tent for a while with her bracelet, hoping to hear news about Xiao Zhun.
Even if it's news about Ding Weixiang.
Ding Weixiang promised that the task could be accomplished in three days, but for some reason, the Bai family's people suddenly stopped their probing in the Sanmu Pass area, as if they had heard some disturbance.
The brief truce at the intersection of the two armies revealed an unsettling calm. Bold vultures often hovered above the Tianmu River rift valley, gathering to feast on the bodies of fallen soldiers and generals, their dark clouds visible from a hundred miles away.
Xiao Nanhui hadn't slept well for two consecutive days. Although it wasn't to the point of insomnia, he would suddenly wake up for no apparent reason around midnight.
She thought it was related to the recent abnormal weather.
The day before yesterday, the military ceremonial officer went to the emperor to apologize for failing to fulfill his duty of observing the celestial phenomena.
Suyan is an ancient place name, meaning "the rock of the stars". Because this place was open and clear in ancient times, the high ground was a good place for stargazing.
In such a place, there were no stars for several consecutive nights, and only a lonely moon hung in the sky.
Mo Chunhua had forgotten to bring her blankets back into the tent after drying them a few days ago, and after a night of drying, the sheepskins looked as if they had been thrown into the river and soaked. This was a ridiculous thing in a place like Suyan, where it was so dry that not a drop of water could be wrung out.
The three-day deadline is almost here.
In order to save money, the oil lamp in the tent was turned off early. Xiao Nanhui opened his eyes in the darkness, staring blankly at the rough linoleum above his head.
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