"Since you are a servant, you should observe etiquette and respect. This little boy is too unruly. He actually dared to steal the master's food."
She looked up and saw that the young man in white had moved in front of her at some point, holding a fan that he had taken out from somewhere and waving it elegantly. Xiao Nanhui felt that she could even see the hairs on his wrists standing up quickly.
There are two things that Shrike hates most in her life: one is that someone uses her status as an excuse to suppress her, and the other is that someone says she is small.
These words undoubtedly offended her twice, and her eyes immediately glared at him like knives.
Xiao Nanhui quickly leaned slightly aside to block the two fierce glares, a gentle smile appearing on his face. "You are right, sir. It's just that this servant of mine grew up with me, and our relationship is far more than that of an ordinary master and servant. And since we are away from home this time, it's not appropriate to be too particular. Isn't that right?"
The young man in white nodded happily. "Indeed, there aren't many people as generous as you these days. It's time to make some friends. My name is Hao Bai. May I ask your name?"
So white?
Only then did she take a good look at the man. He still smelled of a hangover, and his clothes were untied. He actually had the time to apply such a thick layer of powder on his face. He was indeed a talented person.
"Yao Yi."
She calmly reported Yao Yi's name, and for the first time she felt that the mushrooms she had given were not in vain.
"So it's Brother Yao. Nice to meet you." The fool in white clothes looked happy and started to introduce himself. "I am from Wancheng, Jizhou. Three generations of my ancestors have been doctors, and occasionally they also do some medicine business. I wonder what Brother Yao's family does?"
She curled her lips and said, "He runs a brothel."
Hao Bai was stunned for a moment, his face turned suspiciously red, even the redness could not cover it: "Brother Yao is talking about..."
"Brothel." She looked at the other man's sour expression with a bit of amusement. "How come Mr. Hao, you looked so romantic last night with beautiful women by your side, but you haven't even been to a brothel?"
Hao Bai choked and didn't say anything for a while, as if he had really never been there.
Seeing this, the Shrike beside him suddenly felt better for no reason. He patted the man on the shoulder in a mournful tone and said, "Brother, how can you be called a man if you haven't been to a brothel? Let me know next time and I will definitely take you there to see it."
"I've never been there either. Would you be willing to take one more person with you?"
As soon as the voice sounded, Xiao Nanhui felt her scalp tingling. She knew who was speaking without turning around.
Shrike was also startled by the sudden words and turned to look at the person sitting behind him. The river breeze blew, causing his hair to fly. In this confusing moment, he looked like he was smiling for a moment.
There happened to be a few people on the boat looking over here, all with dazed expressions.
She felt that something was amiss and was about to end this sudden conversation: "Mr. Zhong is of noble status, he would definitely look down on that lowly place."
"My surname is Zhongli, and my given name is Jing."
She didn't expect the other party to reply like this, so she could only perfunctorily say: "So it's Master Zhongli, nice to meet you."
"It is indeed a blessing to meet you after such a long journey. I wonder what brings Master Yao to Huozhou this time?"
Now that you're here, I know you have no good intentions.
Xiao Nanhui complained inwardly, but had to respond: "I heard that the ninth day of the fifth lunar month is the Zhu Ming Festival, and I came here to join in the fun."
The Zhuming Festival, one of the four rituals of Qingyang, Zhuming, Baizang, and Xuanying, was held annually in Huozhou. Chizhou had a long-standing tradition of offering sacrifices to deities. The Baizang and Xuanying rituals were imperial secrets, with few details known to outsiders. They gradually faded after the fall of the Qiu Dynasty, but the Qingyang Festival, which originated in the late Qingcheng period, and the Zhuming Festival in Huozhou have survived and remain popular today.
"Oh? It's so lively?" Zhongli didn't say anything, but Hao Bai became interested. "Since we have nothing to do, why don't we go and take a look together?"
She glanced at him and asked, "Mr. Hao, aren't you in a hurry to save people?"
"Today is only the fifth day of the lunar year, so three days is more than enough time. If he still can't be saved after three days, then even if the King of Hell wants to keep him alive, there's nothing I can do."
Wow, you are quite arrogant.
Xiao Nanhui thought the other party was talking nonsense and didn't take it to heart at all. At this moment, the boatman suddenly shouted: "There is broken ice, hold on!"
Before the sound faded, there was a huge crash, and the ferry instantly tilted and shook. Waves half a person's height wet half of the boat in an instant. Everyone couldn't help but scream, and Jixiang and Hua Qiu kept sliding on the deck.
She was startled and held the edge of the boat to look into the water. She saw pieces of broken ice surging in the river water perpendicular to the boat, and they seemed to be getting bigger and bigger. It should be a huge piece of ice upstream that melted after the rain stopped and poured down.
Xiao Nanhui was born a warrior. He was good at everything except swimming.
Not to mention the swift current and the freezing cold, even a small pool without waves could kill her. If the boat sank, she would die before she even achieved her goal.
She subconsciously reached for the cloth bag on her back. It was only the length of a dagger, so she couldn't see what weapon was inside. However, as soon as her hand touched it, she put it down again.
Although there were only a few people on this boat, who could guarantee that there weren't any enemies among them? Her weapon was too special to be easily revealed.
His mind racing, Xiao Nanhui turned his gaze towards the bow of the ship.
She jumped onto the bow, snatched the iron rod from the boatman's hand, and with great strength in her waist, she turned around and stabbed the rapidly approaching ice floe. The ice floe shattered into small pieces of ice and disappeared into the turbid river water.
After hitting the target with one strike, she did not stop. She held the end of the iron wormwood in one hand and held it three feet away with the other hand. She moved forward and backward in a planned manner according to her luck. The heavy and clumsy iron wormwood instantly turned into a spirit snake, diving into the water quickly again and again to break the floating ice.
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