Chapter 1, The Dragon Raises Its Head
Four figures arrived swiftly; in the previous moment, Ning Yue had still seen them on the surface of the pond, and in the next moment, the four had already entered the room. They walked through the rain curtain, yet not a single drop of rainwater clung to them, leading Ning Yue to even suspect whether the sound of the pattering rain she heard by her ear was merely an illusion
Although a continuous and relentless stabbing pain surged in her chest, it was instantly drowned out by the image of thousands of horses galloping in her mind. Ning Yue had never experienced such agony, as if her brain had been opened up and then turned into a pile of mush.
Finally, with Ning Yue's efforts, a narrow slit opened in her eyelids. A sour and stinging pain flowed through her eyes like needles. Ning Yue closed her eyes again, and in a daze, she faintly saw a game interface emerging in her mind.
Uh! He shook his head vigorously, "Since that is the case... I have yet to inquire about the names of the young ladies..."
After being helped up, the young girl thoughtfully placed a cushion behind Ning Yue. Gently holding a porcelain bowl, she tenderly blew on each spoonful before bringing it to Ning Yue's lips
"Hee hee hee..." Shaoyao listened to Ningyue's confusion, suddenly covering her small mouth with a delicate laugh, her eyes turning crescent-shaped with mirth. "So he really doesn't know, it seems Mr. Ning did not tell him before his passing. No wonder he had no reaction upon hearing the young lady's name. Young lady, does that still count?"
Do not recognize
It seemed that due to Ning Yue's unabashed gaze, the young girl shyly lowered her head and gently placed the porcelain bowl on the table beside the bed
Why is Young Master Ning looking at me like this
The attire and adornment of the three women resemble that of the peony, suggesting that they likely share a similar status. The young girl in white sitting by the table should be the young lady referred to by the peony.
One is a small police officer from a coastal city in China, while the other is a constable raised on the food of a hundred families. Two streams of memories rush chaotically through the mind, with countless disordered recollections inexplicably surfacing only to suddenly vanish. Like an iceberg encountering molten heat, a violent reaction occurs in the mind, and in an instant, the heavens collapse and the earth shatters
Hongxia has met Young Master Ning! Hongxia may be a very shy girl, with two blushes constantly adorning her face; perhaps this is the origin of her name, Hongxia
"Young Master Ning, how are you?" The voice sounded once again. Ning Yue slightly shook her head and tried to open her eyes once more. Some indistinct light filtered through, and a girl dressed in a vaguely ancient costume gradually came into focus before her eyes.
After Ning Yue smiled faintly, she immediately transformed her expression into one of sincerity and flattery, and he believed that there was no woman in the world who did not enjoy being praised by others. Even if she had truly been angry just moments ago, she would surely turn her anger into joy with this round of compliments.
"Does the young lady know me?" Ning Yue asked uncertainly
I like this beginning! Ning Yue felt a warmth in her heart. Although the two memories had already merged, her mind was still not completely clear. The only thing she could confirm was that she had traveled through time, and now she was being gently and attentively cared for by a goddess-like beauty. Although she had no impression of this woman in her memories, it did not hinder her repressed heart from quietly enjoying the moment
It hurts so much
The water at the entrance is slightly sweet, likely due to the addition of honey. The soothing effect of the honey water alleviates Ning Yue's throat dryness, and even her eyes have become brighter. Ning Yue carefully observes the young girl before her, dressed in a simple light blue outfit, exuding a sense of understated, minimalist beauty.
"Have you seen enough?" The girl in white suddenly spoke. Her tone was very light, yet also very cold. Ning Yue did not detect a hint of anger in her voice, nor even a trace of displeasure. It was as if she were asking a very ordinary question, so ordinary that it resembled asking if you had eaten.
In the mind, countless fragments of images swirl like surging tides, with two segments of life memories appearing on either side of the brain like a revolving lantern
Faced with Ning Yue's fiery gaze, the woman in white did not lower her head shyly like an ordinary girl, nor did she display any signs of anger on her face. Instead, she looked at Ning Yue with a calm expression, her gaze as solid as substance, which made Ning Yue feel somewhat uncomfortable. However, as a man, how could he falter in such a situation? Ning Yue not only kept his eyes fixed on her but also gradually curled his lips into an ambiguous smile
The sharp pain in his heart awakened Ning Yue, yet he was unsure whether he was truly awake, for his eyelids felt as heavy as if weighed down by a thousand pounds, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not open them even a crack.
"Do you know me? But it seems I do not know the young lady, how should I address you?" Ning Yue subconsciously asked, but as soon as he spoke, he was taken aback. He had not intended to speak in this manner, as it was not the style of a police officer's questioning. However, for some reason, he instinctively uttered such flowery words.
With snow as her skin, the moon as her visage, flowers as her color, ice as her heart, autumn water as her eyes, and ethereal aura as her spirit! Such a woman must be the embodiment of the essence of heaven and earth, and should not exist in the mortal realm.
Hmm? After you walked through the gates of hell, your temperament has indeed changed greatly. The originally dull and honest Ning Yue has surprisingly learned to be glib? In the future, you should avoid mingling with Xie Yun..." As soon as the girl in white spoke, Ning Yue's brows furrowed tightly.
My name is Shaoyao. Young Master Ning has been injured, and it was my young lady who brought you back. How are you feeling now, Young Master? Speaking of which, you truly are fortunate. If your heart had not been positioned slightly to the right, avoiding the piercing sword, even a celestial being would have been powerless to save you. Now that you have awakened, it seems you are not in serious trouble...
"Do I know you?" Ning Yue questioned with suspicion, wondering if she had lost her memory. At the very least, her recollection was fragmented at the moment she took shelter from the rain under the tree, prompting her to ask cautiously and tentatively.
Several young ladies seem to be exceptionally familiar with me, yet why do I have no recollection of ever having seen you? Could it be that I have some connection with you? This question lingers in my throat like a fishbone; until it is resolved, I feel as though a small cat is incessantly scratching at my heart
"Qian Muxue? That name sounds a bit familiar. Hello, Hongxia." Ning Yue smiled at the shy Hongxia.
Four women, including Shaoyao, had five pairs of eyes gazing at Ningyue. Ningyue was also observing the four new women in the same manner.
The movements were so gentle that Ning Yue felt not the slightest discomfort. The arms were so strong that, had Ning Yue not witnessed it with her own eyes, she would never have believed that this was the arm of a girl of only sixteen or seventeen years old.
This world belongs to an ancient dynasty, yet it is not any dynasty of ancient China. The Great Zhou Dynasty, with the emperor's surname being Mo, has existed for five hundred years, and its martial spirit is at its peak. Moreover, through memories, it seems that this world possesses martial arts and a rivers and lakes culture. ... Therefore, being pierced through the heart by a sword ... ... seems ... ... perhaps ... ... is not so difficult to accept after all
He dared to swear that in both of his memories, there was not a single piece of information about the girl before him. However, from her tone, it was clear that she knew him very well, and even had a good understanding of Xie Yun, who was beside him. That tone, which seemed to be both a reminder and a form of admonition, made Ning Yue feel quite uncomfortable
"Hello, Miss Shiya, Miss Yingying!" Ning Yue greeted each girl with a smile, and the several young ladies did not shy away from meeting her gaze, yet their inner confusion deepened. "It seems that not only that Qian Muxue, but even her four maidens are quite familiar with me. Not to mention Qian Muxue, who is a goddess-level figure, her four maidens are also beauties of celestial level. Could it be that in this lifetime, my looks provoke the wrath of heaven?" Not to mention Qian Muxue, who is a goddess-level figure, her four maidens are also beauties of celestial level. Could it be that in this lifetime, my looks provoke the wrath of heaven?"
"Young Master Ning, are you awake?" A gentle and melodious voice echoed, as if a warm current flowed into Ning Yue's heart. Ning Yue struggled to open her eyes, wanting to see what the owner of such a beautiful voice looked like.
A deafening roar echoed in her mind, waves of excruciating pain surged through her head. Ning Yue let out a muffled groan, feeling a liquid trickle from her nostrils, carrying a strong metallic scent of blood
Four figures dance lightly in the rain, strolling through the water. Their grace resembles that of a dance, appearing slow yet gliding over the pond like swift swallows. Ning Yue had only seen such scenes on television. In reality, how could such an absurd occurrence take place
As Ning Yue was lost in thought, an image resembling a game interface flickered in her mind. However, as she tried to focus and see it clearly, she once again felt the intense pain associated with the merging of memories.
The gloomy sky is shrouded in a continuous drizzle, with countless raindrops falling on the distant pond. In the pond, there are sparse lotus leaves scattered about. Such a scene is commonly seen throughout the Jiangnan region. Yet, Ning Yue remains utterly astonished by the sight before her.
Originally, this was supposed to be a fine day, but it unexpectedly began to rain continuously. The sporadic showers brought back the chill of late winter to this early spring season
This is Shiya, who is responsible for the daily needs of the young lady. And the one behind the young lady, named Yingying, is the youngest among us
February 2, the Dragon Raises Its Head
Water ... ... '' Ning Yue attempted to speak, but her obstructed throat felt like the desert of the Gobi. However, the girl across from her seemed to understand the sounds that even Ning Yue herself was unaware of. She gently leaned down, extending her slender arms behind Ning Yue's head, and softly helped her up.
Recognize
The Heart-Piercing Sword? Ning Yue was momentarily taken aback, as there was no such impression in either of her memories. However, Ning Yue already knew that the world she was currently in should be the one from her second memory.
The young lady has returned... The joyful voice of Shaoyao called out, and Ningyue abandoned her contemplation of whatever was in her mind to look out the window.
Ning Yue could not take his eyes off her after just one glance, even though he had been bombarded by stunning beauties in modern society, he could not resist the allure of the girl in white, which was as intoxicating as poison
Peony smiled faintly and slowly approached the girl in white, "This is my young lady, Qian Muxue! And over here is Hongxia. Do not underestimate Sister Hongxia; she is exceptionally skilled in the art of disguise, unmatched in the world. Anything that passes through Sister Hongxia's hands can be transformed into a masterpiece."
The young lady is so stunningly beautiful that one might fear they could never see enough of her in a lifetime. It is not my intention to offend the fair maiden; indeed, her beauty is beyond that of the mortal realm. I am merely an ordinary man, truly unable to resist the allure of the young lady, and I hope for your understanding regarding any inadvertent rudeness on my part