Chapter 68: 69. Nine-Five, Flying Dragon in the Sky

69. Nine-Five, Flying Dragon in the Sky

"Miss, let me take a look too, just one look."

"What's there to look at? Go prepare some golden sore medicine, hot water, and towels."

"What does Miss need those for? Forget it, forget it, I won't urge you... Miss, you look then."

"No, it's for when Sister Xie comes back later."

"Ah, what happened to Little Miss Xie!"

"The handsome Magistrate you like is whipping her."

"The bun-faced little maid seemed to be stunned for a moment, then jumped:"

"Wow! So exciting, Miss, let me take a look, just one look!"

"?"

The graceful young lady with plum blossom makeup didn't learn from the bun-faced maid who had just been driven down, leaning lightly on the wall with her arms crossed.

As if she had a cleanliness obsession, her left hand was behind her waist, and her right index finger was pressed between her chest and the red brick wall. A slender finger supported her leaning body, and the young lady didn't turn her head, saying:

"Nothing to look at."

"Then why did Miss snatch my spot? The bench and stones were all set up by me, and there were melon seeds, wuwu."

"I'm not eating your melon seeds."

The young lady with plum blossom makeup curled her lips:

"I'm just bored. But don't say, the spot you picked to eat melon seeds and watch the show isn't bad, the view is open... you still have some reconnaissance talent, it's just a pity it's used for this."

Caishou, who was squatting on the ground, raised her small face and asked aggrievedly:

"Didn't Miss say we were going to Donglin Temple today?"

"We'll go after watching."

Su Guoer's reply grew quieter, as if her mind had drifted elsewhere.

Under a plum branch that also poked out of the wall, her eyes, staring at the entrance of the Longcheng County government office not far away, clearly reflected the figure of the young Magistrate who was speaking loudly.

At one moment outside the red wall, the young Magistrate threw out the new construction, shocking the whole scene, and then left dashingly.

Inside the red wall, the young lady with plum blossom makeup, who was standing on tiptoe, narrowed her eyes and nodded. The index finger between her chest and the red wall pushed forward slightly, borrowing force to spin her body.

With her back to the red wall, she grabbed her skirt with both hands and jumped lightly off the bench cushioned with stones. In the air, the skirt of her light peach-colored dress today danced.

"Miss, be careful." Caishou stood up and reached out to catch her.

The young lady, who seemed to have a foundation in dance, touched the ground with her embroidered shoes, her long legs under the skirt slightly bent to unload the force, clean and neat. She turned her head, brushed away the hand of the personal maid who reached out to help her, and recited with a light smile:

"This is called Nine-Five, Flying Dragon in the Sky."

"Still flying, Miss hasn't flown for a long time..."

Su Guoer put her hands behind her back and walked away with her back turned, without explaining.

Caishou sighed helplessly and hurried to follow.

Don't look at how gentle the young lady is now; that's because she grew up. When she was little, the young lady was willful, naughty, headstrong, and domineering, climbing trees and flipping over walls, flying through the sky and escaping the earth, just like a boy. Poor Caishou had to chase after her butt all day long back then.

It was only later that she seemed to get tired of playing, and when she reached the age, the young lady became gentle and quiet, starting to open books, furrowing her brows in concentration, reading books and drawing. Later, the small book boxes in her boudoir piled up more and more, and the courtyard where Caishou dried books on sunny days became larger and larger.

And the headstrong temperament that had been rampant at first gradually turned into an increasingly cold and arrogant coldness. I don't know if this is a transformation or another form of deepening.

But the bun-faced little maid still liked the former in her heart, because the young lady when she was little was headstrong and domineering and often bullied her, but at least she was naive and innocent, and she could keep up with the young lady's thoughts.

But now the young lady's words are becoming more and more concise, and her temperament is becoming more and more aloof. Caishou often can't keep up with her rhythm, and she feels that the Master and Mistress seem to be the same.

But who told the young lady to be loved by thousands since she was a child in the Su mansion?

The Master, Mistress, and Eldest Brother all revolved around her.

I heard that the reason why the young lady was called Guoer was because the family was down and out when she was born, and the road to Jiangzhou was bumpy. The eldest mistress, Lady Wei, accidentally moved the fetus and gave birth prematurely. As soon as the young lady was born, the Master immediately took off his robe to wrap her up.

Maybe because she was a young daughter, or maybe because she felt that the young lady had suffered when the family was down and out, he felt guilty. Since she was a child, the Master and Mistress had listened to her every wish, and there was nothing they didn't allow.

"Miss, what does the Magistrate mean by cutting the bends and straightening them? Why can it cure the flood of the Butterfly Creek?"

Although Caishou didn't watch from the wall just now, she pricked up her ears and heard some movement.

"Not very clear, it's my first time hearing about this kind of water conservancy."

"There's still something Miss doesn't know?"

"Learning is endless, and there is specialization in the arts. This child has outstanding talent in water control and has the ability to do practical work. Except for Master Di, the previous Magistrates of Longcheng are not as good as him. Being a small Magistrate is a waste of his talent."

Caishou thought for a while and muttered: "Then is he still a vase? Well, at least he shouldn't be a hypocrite..."

The young lady with a stunning face who was walking in front suddenly stopped, turned around, and pinched the bulging bun-face of the confused maid who couldn't brake in time and bumped her forehead into her back.

"Ouch, it hurts, hurts, hurts." Caishou begged for mercy and admitted defeat.

"Is it satisfying that your lover has made something of himself?" Su Guoer glanced at her sideways.

"Ugh, what lover, Miss, don't talk nonsense."

"If he's not a lover, why do you mention him every day? I don't see Sister Xie mentioning him as diligently as you."

"Wuwu, it's not just me mentioning him, all the maid sisters in the mansion are privately saying that the new Magistrate is handsome. I'm just repeating it."

The bun-faced little maid hurriedly waved her hands to defend herself.

Su Guoer didn't speak, her eyelids drooped, she pinched the bun-face that felt good again, and turned back to the room.

"Go prepare the golden sore medicine, hot water, and towels. In addition, take out the Lushan tea in the cabinet in the west hall in advance. In these two days, the price should be able to meet the 'lover'."

Caishou was stunned.

Su Guoer returned to the room, lowered her head and flipped through Tao Yuanming's poetry collection for a while, stopping frequently, as if her mind was not on it.

Caishou's words were indeed correct.

Before, how could she have imagined that a young man with a bright future as a Metropolitan Graduate, clearly a talented and capable official, could have been "hiding his talent" in the noble and incomparable Secretarial Ministry in Luoyang, but instead went to do the act of remonstrating against the Emperor and risking his life for fame?

Was he playing with his future?

Or was it intentional?

But no matter what, this feeling of losing control, where the upper limit of the evaluation given before was refreshed again and again.

Made her, who had always been successful, feel a little frustrated.

"Could it be that he can change again?"

In the water pavilion, the young, vigorous, and aloof young lady with plum blossom makeup covered the book and bit her lip, feeling a little annoyed at someone for a while.

After the night pearl redemption case that attracted the attention of all the commoners in the city ended completely.

The inside and outside of the Longcheng County government office on Luming Street remained bustling.

The news that the Butterfly Creek, which hadn't changed for a hundred years, was about to be cut and straightened by the young Magistrate spread throughout this thousand-year-old county along with the commoners who watched the trial that day.

Every street and alley, market, restaurant, and teahouse was hotly discussing it, and the young Magistrate's trial and new construction also became a hot topic for the commoners of Longcheng after tea and dinner.

Under the young Magistrate's order, the Longcheng County government office moved the water conservancy sand table that displayed the beautiful vision to Luming Street, placed it on the street, and displayed it all day long for any commoner of Longcheng who was curious to come and observe.

Some were excited, some were looking forward to it, and some were worried and skeptical.

All kinds of feedback, all kinds of emotions, and all kinds of reactions, whether positive and optimistic or negative and pessimistic, were all passed to the official desk of the young Magistrate in the Longcheng County government office, and were pressed firmly by a slender, powerful, and distinct-jointed hand.

Documents involving a certain new construction were continuously issued from this hand on this official desk, and were pushed forward unswervingly...

No matter what.

In this ordinary solar term after the Dragon Boat Festival and before the Minor Heat, people gradually realized that this thousand-year-old county in Jiangzhou, Jiang Nan, was quietly changing in the drizzle of the plum rain. ===== CHAPTER 69 =====