Fighter of the Destiny

There was a knock on the courtyard door, Xuanyuan Po went to ask questions, and came back not long after. Although the young man's face was full of beard, he could not completely hide the red color. It was nervous and shy, because a young man was holding an oil-paper umbrella. The girl followed him to the library.

Tang Sanshiliu looked at the beautiful girl and said slightly: "Where did this lilac-like girl come from?"

Xuanyuan Po rubbed his hands nervously and said, "I don't know which lady she is from, and I didn't say anything even if I asked."

Tang Sanliu said: "Then you let her in? Even though the Chinese Valentine's Day just passed last night, why would it be like this?"

Xuanyuan Po quickly explained: "She said she knew Chen Changsheng."

Chen Changsheng was reading a book. After hearing these words, he put down his book and looked out the window, and found that he really knew him - not a young lady from some house, but Shuang'er, the eldest maid of Dongyu Shenjiang's house.

Naturally, he would not explain it to Xuanyuan Po. He stood up and walked outside the library, saying to Shuang'er, "Long time no see."

It's been a long time indeed. It's been several months since Shuang'er last came to see him at the National Education Academy.

Shuang'er closed the oil-paper umbrella and motioned for him to follow her to a more remote corner.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

Shuang'er looked at him, thinking about the rumors about the Ivy Banquet last night, with a complicated expression. After thinking about it, she said: "I heard about you, and I must admit that you really exceeded many people's expectations. Madam and I My initial assessment of you was not correct."

Chen Changsheng said: "You have your own position, so there is no need to apologize."

He speaks the truth, and he has always spoken the truth.

Shuang'er raised her slender eyebrows slightly and said, "Don't get me wrong. My opinion of you may be wrong, but that doesn't mean I support you being with the lady. Even if you are knowledgeable, but you don't know how to practice, you are still a... …”

Although she didn't like Chen Changsheng, she didn't have any bad intentions after all, so she took back the word "waste".

But everyone knew what she meant.

Chen Changsheng said: "Whether you support it or not has no meaning to this marriage."

Shuang'er was a little angry and said: "Miss and I are like sisters. I care about Miss's happiness more than anyone else. You took out the marriage certificate at the Ivy Banquet and felt proud, but have you ever thought about it, Miss and Qiu Shanjun?" We were a good match, but you ruined them like this, how can I bear it?"

"So, you are here to rectify the injustice for Mr. Qiu Shan?"

Chen Changsheng looked at her and said: "You should know that at the Ivy Banquet last night, your lady asked Bai He to bring a letter, in which she admitted the marriage, and now you seem to have a different opinion about the marriage. You even defended other men’s grievances?”

"Does your lady know if you do this?"

Shuang'er was speechless, she didn't know why the lady did this.

Chen Changsheng said: "Is there anything else?"

"I really shouldn't have said those words before."

Shuang'er calmed down, raised her arm, wiped the water droplets from her mane, and said, "Miss asked me to bring you a message."

"What words."

"Don't get me wrong."

Listening to these words, Chen Changsheng was silent for a long time. Shuang'er had said similar words before, which were very hurtful. What did Xu Yourong mean?

He asked: "What's the misunderstanding?"

"I don't know." Shuang'er looked at his face and said, "You should understand."

Last night Bai He returned to Kyoto after traveling thousands of miles with the letter. In the letter, Xu Yourong expressed his attitude. Although he knew very well that Xu Yourong could not really want to marry him. She must have hidden other meanings in doing so, but for her The disgust has been reduced a lot.

But listening to Shuang'er's words at this moment, he couldn't be in a good mood.

"that's it?"

He looked at Shuang'er and said, this means preparing to see off guests.

Shuang'er said: "The lady also said that if you have anything to say, you can write to her directly."

With a crane cry, the white crane fell from the sky, flapped its wings, and landed outside the library, with water drops on its feathers slowly dripping down.

Chen Changsheng looked at Bai He and nodded.

Bai He walked up to him, lowered his neck, and touched his right arm, seeming a little affectionate.

"How have you been in these years?" He looked at Bai He and said.

The white crane chirped twice, as if in reply.

Looking at this scene, Shuang'er was very surprised.

When the white crane flew away last night, Chen Changsheng felt that he had forgotten something. At that time, he thought it was the black dragon under the abandoned garden. Only then did he remember that he should write a letter and ask the white crane to bring it to Xu Yourong. There were many things, and it was much better to communicate directly. .

Shuang'er always played the role of the middleman between him and Xu Yourong, and he didn't like this.

After arriving in Kyoto, Xu Yourong only wrote him a handwritten letter. There were only four words in the letter, which seemed to be very stingy with pen and ink.

—— Take care of yourself.

Chen Changsheng took up his pen and thought about it for a while, how he should write four words that were decisive, profound, and arrogant, so that he could reply to the other party without losing face.

This was also the first letter he wrote to her after he was ten years old.

But in the end, he just wrote a letter very plainly, with ordinary words and ordinary things.

He was not very willing to get angry with the little girl.

Even if she is Xu Yourong, even if she is only three days younger than him, she is still a little girl.

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Thousands of miles south of Kyoto is Saint Virgin Peak.

There are forbidden areas under the Saintess Peak, and there is no small town until three hundred miles away. The people living in the town are ordinary people. There are iron shops, wine shops, butcher shops, and gambling shops. Gambling shops usually play pai gow and dice, but in the deepest part of this gambling shop there is a plainly decorated room with a table.

This table is playing mahjong.

Sitting on the east hand is a beautiful girl.

The girl was fourteen or fifteen years old, with picturesque eyebrows and painted eyes, and she was not as beautiful as a mortal.

The three people at the table knew that she was definitely not a mortal.

Two years ago, when the owner of the gambling shop was about to attack her, who was younger, more timid, and more likely to arouse human desires to commit crimes, he died miserably. The dealer took over the boss's position, and it was at this time that he sat down. The middle-aged man at the west end of the table.

From that day on, every once in a while, the girl would come to the town and play mahjong. She was not allowed to leave the table for two days and one night.

The plainly decorated room was only open to the public once every few months. The first three people who accompanied her to play mahjong were never changed. Those three people were ordinary people, real ordinary people. How could they have imagined that they would meet To such an unusual thing.

It took them a long time to get from the fear and uneasiness at the beginning to the point where their hands wouldn't shake when playing cards, but now, they can get along with the little fairy very naturally. He made real decisions about winning and losing, and sometimes even dared to complain a few times.

What a blessing it is to be able to play cards with such a beautiful little fairy?

And sometimes, you can really win money.

A crane chirped outside the window, and the girl said, "I have something to do tonight, so I won't fight."

The three of them were surprised and wondered what happened. It ended so early this time? Do you still want the two-day-one-night rule?

The girl took out a few gold leaves and placed them on the table as compensation, then turned and left.

The three of them looked at each other, and one of the women said worriedly: "My dear lady, I don't know what's going on. She doesn't seem to be very interested."

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On the edge of a wild mountain cliff outside the town, Xu Yourong took off the letter from Bai He's lap and opened it at will.

Under the starlight, the paper was clearly illuminated. The sentences on it were ordinary, the handwriting was clean, and the text was not long, but she read it for a long time.

In those sentences and handwriting, she saw restraint, but no resentment, not even any negative emotion.

It was hard for her to imagine that a young man could remain so calm after experiencing so many difficult days in Kyoto.

If it were her, she would definitely not be able to do it.

She remembered that he was only three days older than her.

She looked in the direction of Kyoto and said: "If he is not a hypocrite, this guy is either a gentleman or a real person."

Bai He screamed, obviously disagreeing with her statement. The disagreement here refers to the word "false".

Xu Yourong was a little helpless and said, "Why do you like that guy? I don't remember what kind of person he is. What is there to like about him?"

Bai He hummed twice, reminding her of what she had said before about gentlemen and true men.

"Whether you are a gentleman or a real person, you are not someone who can accompany you for a long time as a monk. That would be too boring."

She looked at Bai He and said, "I don't want to live a boring life."

Bai He tilted his neck slightly, looking a little confused. If you don't want to marry Chen Changsheng, miss, why did you write that letter and admit the marriage in front of the world?

Xu Yourong didn't explain anything. She had her own ideas. Neither her parents nor her teachers, nor the Pope nor the Holy Queen knew anything about it.

Then she opened Shuang'er's letter and started reading it, and then she knew what happened at the Ivy Banquet last night.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, a little surprised.

Now that the marriage certificate has been announced to the world, can it at least be peaceful for a while?

But that guy is really surprising.

Then she saw the conversation between Shuang'er and Chen Changsheng.

She put her hands behind her back and looked in the direction of Kyoto again, and was silent for a long time.

"I suddenly remembered... when I was eleven years old, I secretly wrote a letter and asked you to take it to Xining."

The white crane's beak was light. That was the last time it went to Xining. No one in the entire Dongyu Shenjiang Mansion knew about it.

"I seemed to have said in that letter that I would not marry him."

"He didn't write back to object, so what is he insisting on now?"

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What Chen Changsheng insisted on was never this marriage. Except for the master and senior brother in the old temple in Xining Town, only the black dragon under the palace is known in the world now. Of course, he didn't know that the middle-aged woman he met by the pool also knew.

For that matter, he even gave up the habit of going to bed early and getting up early. He spent the entire night meditating and using starlight to cleanse his marrow. Although it seemed that there was no progress, before the final moment arrived, He never stops trying.

In the early morning, he woke up in the library.

Just like yesterday, I was still woken up.

There was a terrifying loud noise in front of the National Education Academy.

He pushed open the door of the library and walked over with Tang Sanliu and Xuanyuan Po.

The door of the Anglican College was broken down.

The National Education Academy was broken into.

The courtyard gate, which had only been repaired for a few months, was knocked down by a carriage.

The ground was covered with gravel and wood, which looked very pitiful.

A horse fell on the slightly wet ground, its eyes wide open and its hooves tapping slightly.

The smoke gradually dispersed.

More than ten riders appeared outside the gate of the National Education Academy.

Fresh clothes and angry horses.

Horses are extraordinary species.

Those knights had cold eyebrows and were obviously not ordinary people.

A young knight looked at the broken courtyard gate and said expressionlessly: "Is it necessary for this broken courtyard to continue to exist?"

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(It’s a little late because it’s a bit difficult to write. Although it’s a little late, I still want to wish everyone a happy Chinese Valentine’s Day.)