At the Marquisdom. Dusk.
Tao Yaoyao, who had been searched by the Prime Minister's and Prince's residences, was currently lying on her bed, dejected. She had been staring at the ceiling for several hours.
Feeling that she had been given the cold shoulder under someone else's roof, she did not realize that her depression had broken out again. She felt like she was about to die. She hid from Yu Lang for a few days and did not even go out to eat. She only told Yu Sheng that she was not feeling well, but she hid in her room and thought,"It's time to go." How to go? Where are you going?"
Even though she had acknowledged a younger brother, it did not give her a sense of belonging, because Yusheng was just a servant. After leaving Yu Lang, he did not have a roof to cover his head.
But where to? She was at a loss.
Her heart was desolate, and the sadness that had not been born in a year wrapped herself tightly.
He was a useless piece of trash after all!
If there were other transmigration protagonists who were so useful, why would they be reduced to begging for a living!
For a moment, the flower of inspiration watered by white wine was no longer effective.
Only when wealth was gone did he realize that he no longer had the courage to go crazy.
The epiphany of writing was no longer useful.
In the end, the method was just "how I see the problem."”
However, the problem now was how others viewed him.
Tao Yaoyao got up from the bed in frustration. She felt that she would not be able to get out of bed if she continued to lie down. Today, Yusheng had knocked on the door several times to bring food, drink, and warmth. Even Yu Lang came to the door to ask if he wanted to hire a doctor.
If they continued to act, they would be embarrassed and there would be no way to end it.
She thought of the last time she wrote. When she was faced with the "trash" evaluation and sadness that came from the bottom of her heart, she stopped it in time and only used one method: Sweat is better than tears.
She instantly had a plan.
Tao Yaoyao opened the door in the evening. The sky was not completely dark yet. The osmanthus tree looked like a woman who had removed her makeup and casually put on her home clothes. It looked a little dark. Fortunately, the fragrance was still the same. There was no one in the courtyard. The doors of the east and west rooms were closed, and orange light shone through the windows.
She peeked at the dark window next door. The door was closed, so it was obvious that there was no one. It was not normal to sleep at this time. She was afraid that Yulang was somewhere else, so she carefully groped outside the hall and saw that there was no one. She guessed that Yulang was in the study, so she tiptoed to the study and looked a little further away. As expected, there was a light on the first level.
Sweat was a little difficult to deal with at the moment. Yu Lang had already explicitly forbidden her from doing anything, so she naturally had to do something else.
She took out the dagger from her boot and held it in her hand, intending to practice her martial arts. This way, she could sweat and not go against Yu Lang's instructions.
She changed her direction and sneaked to the backyard from the side door. This courtyard was where the family members lived. She realized that no one was training in the courtyard. She must have just finished eating and was not suitable for exercise.
So she went around to the garden and took a walk in the evening to digest her food. That was the best place. It was even better to relieve his boredom.
The garden in the autumn night was quiet and beautiful, not inferior to the spring. Along the way, the begonia bloomed, the lotus flowers in the pond were in bud, the water lilies in the water tank were blooming, and the red maples by the roadside were burning fiercely. The red color was even darker and thicker.
Amidst the strong fragrance, she walked through the flower path, crossed the small bridge, and came to the outer wall that she thought was more secluded. There were many tall trees planted there. She didn't understand why such trees were planted in such a garden, but she still liked to come to the forest to play because it was a natural wilderness. She liked this kind of natural and vigorous growth, not bending into various shapes for people to admire.
She looked at the tall tree trunk, which was straight up. The crown of the tree opened like an umbrella, and the lush branches and leaves blocked out 30% of the sunlight. Looking up, it was dark.
Inexplicably, she went forward and hugged the tree. She pressed her face against the trunk and closed her eyes as if she had returned to her previous life. At that time, she always hugged a 'person's' leg like this.
She murmured,"Lian Lian…"
She closed her eyes, but she still couldn't stop the tears from rolling down. It had been a long time since she cried so happily. She didn't wipe away those tears and let them wash her face. She hugged the tree and pressed her face against the trunk for a long time.
Her tree hole, her pity was gone. Who should she tell her thoughts to? Her lonely figure, lonely, desolate, and cold.
After crying, she let go of the tree. Without even wiping her tears, she stabbed out with both daggers. She ran left and right to vent the frustration in her heart on the short daggers in her hands and the imaginary enemy in front of her.
Zhao Yujin, her master, Prince Chen, had told him that every inch was short, every inch was dangerous. He advised him not to use a dagger, but she was a girl who went out with a long sword and a big knife. It did not look good, so she insisted on using a dagger.
Yao Li, Nie Zheng, and Jing Ke all used short blades. Assassination and self-defense were the best weapons. She hid the dagger in her boots every day, which gave her a lot of courage.
Zhao Yujin couldn't argue with her, so he spent the past year honing her close combat skills. In addition, Zhao Yujin's residence and his mother's side were full of experts, so under the care and guidance of this cheap master, Tao Yaoyao's double dagger technique was superb.
Bam, drag, wave, swish--
Flipping, clouds, snow, thorns--
Strike, arm, stroke, pat-
Tao Yaoyao was not happy, so she attacked even more fiercely. As she moved back and forth, more than half of the enemies in her imagination were already dead.
All of a sudden, there was the sound of air being torn apart. She instinctively raised her dagger to block, rotated her arm to deflect the opponent's strength, and kicked sideways with a " pa " sound. The opponent used some kind of movement technique, evading her like a ghost and circling behind her. The weapon came out from a tricky angle and was placed on her neck.
Sneak attack-
Everything happened too quickly. Tao Yaoyao felt the coldness on her neck and did not dare to move.
Finally, she called out dejectedly,"Brother."”
Even without using his eyes, the familiar fragrance and warmth behind him told him that it was Yu Lang. Tao Yaoyao had finally figured out where the faint fragrance of a man came from. It turned out that Yu Lang had a string of agarwood beads on his right wrist. It was said to be a relic of his father. When he was free, he always liked to twirl it in his hand. His white clothes were like snow, and he looked like an eminent monk.
Yu Lang put down his narrow saber and smiled." Yaoyao is indeed powerful. Her dagger dance is superb."”
Tao Yaoyao thought to herself,'Amazing my ass, you just captured me with one move.' Then, she remembered that she had embarrassed herself by participating in the martial arts champion selection…Her face turned red.
Back then, under Zhao Yujin's indulgence, she felt that her martial arts skills were not bad and was quite proud of herself. She dared to stir up trouble wherever she went. After she was picked off the martial arts champion stage, she was actually proud that she was in the top ten.
Now, she felt ashamed. She couldn't answer Yu Lang's bullsh * t polite words. Superb? If that was really the case, she would have been stabbed in the neck. If she was really an enemy, she would have been dead by now.
"Lord Marquis, you're even better.”
A voice came from the top of the tall and dense tree. Immediately, a man flew down. His black clothes blended into the night sky, and his face was very unfamiliar. Tao Yaoyao immediately realized that the sentries in ancient times were really suited to the local conditions.
There were stone lanterns under the tree, but they could barely illuminate the path. If they could not illuminate the face clearly, Tao Yaoyao's bloody face would be exposed.
What kind of person was this? Did he know how to speak? Did he step on another person when he was praising someone?
Yu Lang was quite familiar with that person and said,"No, no, Uncle Lin. Yu Tian hasn't been feeling well for the past few days and hasn't eaten anything.”
The man called Uncle Lin suddenly said,"Yes, he must be in a bad mood too. He hugged my tree and cried for a long time."”
Yu Lang looked over with a probing gaze, but Tao Yaoyao turned around and left. She was embarrassed one after another, and her fragile heart couldn't take it. The ghost knew that she had coincidentally hugged the tree. She began to worry that she had cried something while shouting at Lianlian.
Yu Lang bid farewell to the black-robed man and followed behind Tao Yaoyao unhurriedly. This made Tao Yaoyao feel that this person was especially blind. If it wasn't for the fact that her lightness skills and martial arts were inferior to him, she really wanted to fly far away.
She couldn't escape. Yu Lang finally blocked her way.
He lowered his head, and she looked up. Their gazes intertwined.
Under the moonlight, Yu Lang's face was filled with pity, which actually made Tao Yaoyao think of Lian Lian.
"It's my fault."
Yu Lang said something without any rhyme or reason. The grievance in Tao Yaoyao's heart melted into water and flowed out from her eyes.
Tao Yaoyao had been hiding from Yu Lang for the past few days, refusing to eat, and refusing to call the doctor. This made him realize that his attitude that day had hurt her. Such a carefree and happy person suddenly lost his spirit and looked sad. It was really pitiful.
"Brother, I want to leave this place." Tao Yaoyao suddenly said.”
When Yu Lang heard this, he felt that he had hurt him badly and blamed himself even more."Yaoyao, don't go. It's my fault. I don't know how to speak and have a bad attitude. I was angry that day because I thought you treated me as an outsider. Yaoyao, you have to remember that you are not a servant or a servant. You don't have to do anything to repay me. You are my younger sister who I have raised since childhood. I can take care of you for the rest of your life.”
Tao Yaoyao looked up at him with tears in her eyes. Under the moonlight, his eyes were sincere and he was also good-looking. His face was half-lit and there was a face that overlapped with his, making her feel like her eyes were blurry.
"If Moxie saw you doing so much menial work in the Marquis's Residence, and a dignified daughter reduced to a servant, she would also be sad and blame me even more.”
Yu Lang continued to speak. He looked at her gently and resisted the urge to wipe her tears. He said,"If I'm not wrong, you didn't do this in the Prime Minister's Residence, right?”
Tao Yaoyao was silent. Why would she need to do anything in the Prime Minister's residence? Feng Ling was even eager to help her put on her clothes. She wasn't used to lying, so she could only reply with an " mm ".
Yu Lang was a little embarrassed.
She was still treating him as an outsider.
She was not like this in the past. She was like half a mistress in the residence.
Yu Lang held her shoulders and signaled her to return to the room. The two of them walked side by side under the moonlight. From behind, the black and white figures were slender and elegant, looking extremely harmonious.
Tao Yaoyao, who had transmigrated, was a tall and beautiful woman. She was also wearing her self-made men's clothes. The red and black colors blended together and collided with each other. It was extremely eye-catching.
As Yu Lang walked, he would occasionally turn his head to look at her face. The expression on that small face made him feel a little unfamiliar. This was not like the Tao Yaoyao of the past, nor was it like the Yu Tian of the past. This was a lilac with a grudge.
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