Chapter 387: A Beauty

"Guan-guan go the ospreys, on the islet in the river. The graceful, modest lady, a good match for the gentleman. The water-cress, side to side, we seek it. The graceful, modest lady, waking and sleeping, he seeks her. Seeking her and not finding her, waking and sleeping, he thinks of her. Long, long, he tosses and turns. The water-cress, side to side, we gather it. The graceful, modest lady, with lutes and zithers, we befriend her. The water-cress, side to side, we select it. The graceful, modest lady, with bells and drums, we delight her." — "Classic of Poetry: Guan Ju"

Speechless, I ascend the west tower alone, the moon like a hook. The lonely parasol tree in the deep courtyard locks the clear autumn. It cannot be cut, it cannot be sorted, it is the sorrow of parting. It is a different kind of taste in the heart.

Just as Zhang Xingyu was tossing and turning for Tang Yunxi, Meng Ruyan was leaning against the railing, staring blankly at the cold crescent moon.

At the same time, southwest of the Immortal Capital.

In a magnificent mansion, Zhao Yunsheng was holding a pen and marking red crosses on a list one by one.

This was the residence of the Prince of Zhennan, Zhao Yanqing, in Shengjing Immortal City. Zhao Yunsheng had been living here since he arrived in Shengjing Immortal City.

For this Xuantiandalu Heaven's Pride Grand Gathering, Zhao Yunsheng had arrived here early.

Although Zhao Yunsheng would not participate in the competition of this Heaven's Pride Grand Gathering, he would not miss this grand gathering of Xuantiandalu's immortal cultivators.

Moreover, he wanted to use this grand gathering to complete a huge plan of his.

On the vermilion desk, the candle flame was burning brightly.

After Zhao Yunsheng roughly browsed through the list, he picked up his pen and drew crosses one by one.

When he drew to the last name, he couldn't help but stop his hand.

"Zhang Xingyu, from the Nanhua Immortal Academy in the Southern Continent, currently a True Transmission Disciple of the Ten Thousand Laws Immortal Sect."

Zhang Xingyu, Zhang Xingyu, this person is the Zhang Xingyu that Cousin keeps talking about.

I sent people to the Southern Continent to find you, but I didn't expect you to come to Shengjing Immortal City instead.

This is truly heaven's will! If heaven does not tolerate you, what can be done!

Zhao Yunsheng picked up his pen and drew two vermilion crosses on Zhang Xingyu's name.

He didn't sleep all night.

By dawn, Zhang Xingyu finally lay back on the bed, dazed.

Just as he lay down, the crisp sound of Yue Linglong knocking on the door and Doggy's barking came from outside.

"Linglong, you great beauty, wait, I'll come to open the door for you right away."

Yue Linglong entered the courtyard gate, but seeing Zhang Xingyu's room door tightly closed, she couldn't help but frown her delicate eyebrows.

"Junior Brother Zhang is too lazy; it's already broad daylight and he's still sleeping in."

Yue Linglong walked to Zhang Xingyu's room, just about to reach out to knock on the door, when she suddenly remembered something and pulled her hand back.

"Linglong, you great beauty, Zhang Xingyu is still sleeping in. If you want to find him, I'll go help you call him. Woof." Doggy barked.

"Don't." Yue Linglong reached out to stop Doggy.

Just then, Harry walked out of the room, yawning. She glanced at Yue Linglong and then went back to her room to lie down on her own.

Yue Linglong shook her head.

Truly, like master, like maid.

"Doggy. I want to go into the New Moon to cultivate, please open the restriction and let me in. Thank you." Yue Linglong smiled sweetly at Doggy.

"Alright. Linglong, you great beauty, I'll release the restriction right away." Doggy wagged his tail at Yue Linglong while opening the New Moon restriction.

Yue Linglong went into the New Moon to cultivate, and Doggy sniffed the fragrance left by Yue Linglong for a while, then walked back to his doghouse with a satisfied look to continue sleeping.

The small courtyard returned to tranquility, and Zhang Xingyu turned over and continued to lie flat and sleep.

Less than a quarter of an hour after he fell asleep, the gate of the small courtyard was knocked loudly again.

Zhang Xingyu was startled awake. He closed his eyes and threw the pillow from under his neck out.

"Damn it, knocking on the door early in the morning, do you have any public morality!"

A man's voice sounded outside the door: "Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang. A girl has come to the clubhouse to find you."

"Girl, my foot. Do you think this is a brothel, coming to find me early in the morning. Get lost."

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, there really is a girl here to find you. That girl said she is from the palace."

"From the palace? Don't know her, tell her to get lost, don't disturb my sleep."

"Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, that girl said she is Princess Yunyan's maid, and she was sent by Princess Yunyan to find you."

"Princess Yunyan? Don't know her. Don't bother me."

Zhang Xingyu muttered. The next second, he sat up with a start.

Princess Yunyan? Senior Sister Yunxi?

Zhang Xingyu threw on a piece of clothing, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and rushed out of the room barefoot.

"Where? Where is she?"

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Xingyu arrived at the front gate.

At the gate, besides the guards, there was no sign of any princess's maid.

Zhang Xingyu grabbed a guard's arm and asked loudly: "Where is the palace maid? Where is that palace maid just now?"

The guard's hand was grabbed by Zhang Xingyu until it hurt. But he didn't dare to act out, because the one grabbing his hand was a True Transmission Disciple of the sect.

"Senior Brother Zhang, that palace maid has already left." The guard replied.

"Left, how could you let her leave. Why didn't you keep her for a while." Zhang Xingyu grabbed the guard's hand and kept shaking it.

The guard felt his hand was about to be broken.

Seeing that Zhang Xingyu had a tendency to go berserk, another guard hurriedly handed over a letter from the side: "Senior Brother Zhang, Senior Brother Zhang, that palace maid left a letter for you when she left."

A letter?

Zhang Xingyu took the letter.

This was a letter that emitted the fragrance of jasmine. The surface of the envelope was printed with a touch of brilliant cloud glow.

Opening the envelope, a piece of white stationery was revealed.

The stationery emitted a faint fragrance, and on it was written a line of delicate small characters: "Today at the hour of You, Fengling in the west of the city, let us enjoy the sunset glow together."

It's Senior Sister Yunxi.

Senior Sister Yunxi wants to meet me today to enjoy the sunset glow.

Zhang Xingyu read this line of small characters carefully several times, then carefully tucked the letter into his bosom, and then, as if possessed, rushed back to the small courtyard barefoot.

"Harry, Harry. Quick, quick, boil water for me, this young master wants to bathe and change clothes."

The sun sets behind the western hills, the evening breeze urges the horse's hooves.

On the main road to Fengling, a red-blooded horse was galloping wildly. Having run for a thousand miles continuously, this precious horse was already panting heavily, sweat dripping down.

Zhang Xingyu rode on the horse's back, waving the whip while anxiously looking ahead.

Seeing the sun about to set, but the shadow of Fengling still not in sight, Zhang Xingyu couldn't help but feel anxious.

If he missed the date with Senior Sister Yunxi because of this, he didn't know when he would see her again.

Above his head, a flying carpet followed slowly.

Harry sat in the center of the flying carpet, a copper mirror in one hand and powder in the other, carefully touching up her makeup.

Doggy lay beside her thigh, wagging his tail while muttering: "Zhang Xingyu, this idiot, riding a horse is tiring and slow, he doesn't even know how to fly with a sword. Woof."

Passing through a forest and bypassing a hillside, a fiery red mountain ridge appeared at the end of his vision.

Zhang Xingyu was overjoyed.

That fiery red mountain ridge was Fengling.

Fengling was covered with red maples. Every late autumn, the maple leaves were like fire, covering the whole mountain.

Someone said: Autumn cannot bear the brightness of spring and the romance of summer, so it turned its crying red eyes into red leaves all over the mountain. Winter, seeing this, felt heartache and embraced the red leaves, turning them into the eternal memory of the earth.

Zhang Xingyu was not a man of letters, nor did he understand the sorrow of spring and the sadness of autumn.

But seeing the red leaves all over the mountain, he couldn't help but be intoxicated by the scenery of Fengling.

However, although the scenery was beautiful, he didn't dare to stop his footsteps.

On Fengling, amidst the red leaves, there was still a beauty in purple waiting for him. ===== CHAPTER 388 =====