"It's a letter from Lu Wangji, the man from the Mo family who married into the family, that was just sent yesterday." The leader of the Farmer's Clan threw the envelope on the table and said to the crowd below.
"What did the letter say?"
“His family needs our farmers to come and help them, so they wrote to ask for help,” the head of the farmers' community said.
"That's great. They have so many blueprints. If we can get our hands on even one, it would be a great thing for the people and the country."
"Is it the Mo family that wants to help, or his wife's family who he married into? If it's Lu Wangji's wife's family, then I'll go."
"You're so cunning, Sect Leader. Count me in. If it's Lu Wangji's wife's family, I'll go too."
That's how people in the martial arts world are. They don't ask too many questions about where they're going or what they're doing; they just go because they want to. They don't care much about things like rebellion. They're just small-time hoodlums anyway; at worst, they can just run away. As long as they don't stand out too much, that's fine.
At the moment when the first green shoots of grass sprouted on the grassland, the red-armored girl, holding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade, stood upright on a small hillside, looking at the withered yellow grass covered with blood and corpses.
Under the sunlight, the blood on the blade was slightly dried, and in some places it gradually became thicker. Huo Xiaolong's eyes were calm, and his long, curled eyelashes fluttered as if telling of his displeasure.
Lan Tingche fetched a bucket of water from the stream, washed the rag twice, and bent down slightly to wipe the blood from the girl's weapon and leg armor.
"Don't be upset," the silver-armored man said.
Lan Tingche had a few drops of blood on his face, but his body was clean, and he looked like he had just washed up.
Too many people have died.
"But if it can make the grasslands and the Great Yan no longer entangled and merge into one, then these things are nothing." Huo Xiaolong's tone was calm, as cold as the river water in late winter, making the listener feel the numbness of having their hands immersed in water while drawing water.
The girl seemed oblivious to what the man was doing for her. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if exhaling the bloody gloom of the meadow.
She opened her eyes, and there she was again, the girl with the light in her eyes. She looked down and saw Lan Tingche wiping her weapon, and then she spoke.
"You don't need to do it, brother. Xiaocao will clean it up for me when we get back."
“When you were little, I always took care of things for you. I can’t let the grass grow and leave me with nothing to do.”
The man's voice was deep, his eyes filled with a smile. Sometimes, when you're feeling down, you don't need words of comfort; all you need is someone to be with you, and you'll feel better after a while.
Upon hearing this, Huo Xiaolong suddenly realized that since Lan Tingche came to Fengyue Tower, he had been beaten much less often. When he was a child, whether he was practicing martial arts or playing with things, Hou Xiangxiang would chase after him to pick them up, or He Yi would angrily wave a feather duster at the mess in the room.
Later, when Tingche came, he followed behind me and cleaned things up, and he did this for almost ten years.
The girl pointed to her cheek and said to Lan Tingche
"here."
"What's wrong?"
"Here, wipe it."
The man made a rustling sound as he moved while wearing armor, a few clicks. Lan Tingche wiped his face haphazardly a couple of times, then asked Huo Xiaolong...
Is there anything else?
The girl nodded, smiling brightly. She hid the knife behind her back with her right hand, then bent down. The woman who had seemed to be conquering the world on horseback gently wiped the bloodstains from the man's face.
A few strands of her high ponytail had slipped down to her chest and hung beside Lan Tingche's cheeks; a gentle breeze made them tickle.
Huo Xiaolong's bright eyes and red lips were very close together. A gentle breeze blew, and the red grass swayed gently for the two of them.
Lan Tingche was a little nervous, so nervous that he dared not move. He stood there blankly as Huo Xiaolong wiped his face, but... the girl's grip was a little too strong.
"I can't wipe it off anymore, it's all dry. Let me rub it for you, Brother."
The man's rosy, romantic atmosphere vanished instantly; Long'er's use of local dialect was so sobering.
He felt the fingers rubbing his face vigorously. Seeing he couldn't take it anymore, Huo Xiaolong put his hand into the bucket of water, saying as he did so.
"Why can't we get through this?"
The bucket was placed on the ground, and the girl, without dismounting, hung upside down on the horse to reach for the bucket.
Lan Tingche took a deep breath and said
"It's okay, I'll wash myself when I get back."
"I'll take care of everything else for you."
Finally, the girl spat twice on her fingers and wiped the man's face clean.
"Then I'll head back first. Dinner will be ready soon. I'll go help Uncle Huo tidy up," Lan Tingche said.
"Yes."
The members of Fengyue Tower were resting in the military camp. They had just finished a battle. Some were out for a stroll, while others were washing up in their tents. Huo Shuwen, as a general under Xiao Lanyi, was responsible for leading his men to clean up the battlefield.
From afar, they could see that little rascal going over to fawn over them. The eagle called Huo Xiaocheng over and said...
"Did you see that little bastard?"
“I see, he’s tidying up the knife for Long’er,” Huo Xiaocheng replied.
"Is that cleaning up a knife? It's like a weasel paying respects to a chicken!"
Huo Shuwen reached out and slapped his son, calling him a "clubhead." He wondered what was wrong with his daughter-in-law's eyes.
"Oh my god, what's that little brat doing? Why is he standing so close? Why is my little sister bending over?" Huo Xiaocheng was getting anxious when he saw his sister's actions.
What are you doing, getting so close? My sister's practically touching your face, can't you move away? Don't you have legs?
"Go get him, Dad?" Huo Xiaocheng turned around; his father had already gone in that direction.
In just a few breaths, he saw his sister hanging upside down on the horse and spitting on her fingers. This scene made not only Huo Xiaocheng but even the eagle stop in its tracks.
Then the little brat's face was rubbed so much it was shaking, it must have turned bright red, no need to even look.
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