The Legend Of Beishang
62. Daggers
Zhou Beishang returned to his room without saying anything, he just sat by the window and stared out without saying anything.
His entire appetite had disappeared, a sad smile formed on his face. He put his head against the window.
His gaze softened and the sharpness that intimidated others was gone entirely.
In the end, she was just an 18-year-old girl who was forced to become a strong person.
Basically, she was just as weak as the other girls. But, the surrounding environment had always pressured him and forced him to turn into a stronger and stronger person.
His right hand reached into the dagger with a butterfly engraving on its handle, looking extremely beautiful. The more he looked at this dagger the more sad he became.
He twisted the dagger with one hand, the pain hit him when the sweet memory behind this dagger was again twisted in his memory.
When something is too sweet, it will eventually taste sour, as well as these memories.
It's too sweet, making it addictive until it turns into a concentrated sour taste.
This dagger, it belongs to Bei Zhao. Yes, this is the cold man's property without that feeling. The young man was once a kind and gentle boy, though stiff.
Once a savior as well as a light, but in fact the boy also who had thrown him out of a beautiful dream.
As he told me in the past, 13 years ago he was helped by a young man.
It was Bei Zhao, the young man escorted him back to the gate of the Prime Minister's Residence he hated and left behind a dagger.
His eyes closed as the memories flashed, his breathing turning into gasps. He tried to erase this memory but could not do so.
That was why he insisted on saving Bei Zhao despite his vow to the mysterious swordsman.
He thought, this was because he felt like he owed Bei Zhao a debt and after he paid this old debt then he would be fine.
I hope that's what he thinks. Because, if it is love as many people say.
Then it would pull her into a boundless abyss, however she did not have anything worthy to compare to the Great Tang Dynasty Crown Princess.
It is better to drag himself on the edge of the abyss than to come to his senses after falling into the abyss.
He let out a heavy sigh and looked out where the birds were flying freely and happily, making him feel envious.
Even birds can be free and happy, why not ? His eyes closed and with all his might held back his tears.
She must not cry, crying means showing weakness. He did not want to be seen as a weak person.
Enough of him himself to know how fragile and weak he was. He looked at the light outside until the sky outside turned dark and the sky had turned into a crescent moon and star.
He stuck his hand out to the open window and tried to reach it but could not.
His eyes closed once again, he pulled his hand like a fool. The crescent moon, the full moon or whatever the moon is, everything is beautiful.
He would be sad if he could not find the moon in the beautiful night sky, the moonless night sky like food without sugar and salt.
Everything is so empty and bland.
He never thought that he would reach the age of 18 and even lead his own army.
He could not imagine this, he used to think that he was a person without a future. But, it turns out that destiny says something else.
Zhou Beishang wore a thick and beautiful blue dress coated by a warm fox fur robe.
Because, it was winter then he had to wear thick clothes or he would get sick. His body was weak and could not bear the extremely strong cold wind.
There was a winter banquet held by the Emperor, Bei Zhao did not come because of border affairs so he would represent the young man.
She was wearing beautiful and proper clothes, but like before she would not wear red clothes anymore.
"Miss is very pretty. " Said Fang Ling who was already conscious from her stupor.
"thank you. " Say it lightly.
Now, Song Yu had already re-mixed with his other troops and was replaced by the young Fang Ling to become his servant.
After all, the Fang family's talent wasn't bad at all. Thus, with a little support then Fang Ling would become a great female swordsman, just like A Xiang.
Both the Fang Family, the Lan Family, they were all the same being at the border from generation to generation.
But, all of them had now ended and left their last heir in his hands to train.
"A Ling, A Xiang, are you guys ready ?" Ask her gently.
He would hide the identities of A Xiang and Fang Ling under pseudonyms. Although it is less likely to be guessed by people.
But, there is no harm in guarding. After all, these two people beside him were people hunted by the Palace.
They were known as heavy criminals waiting for the punishment of merciless death.
By being under his shade, then it would be better. A Xiang and A Ling would use a veil.
After he saw the image of General Lan, he discovered that Lan Xiang or A Xiang's face turned out to be very similar.
Then, Fang Ling herself was also similar to Fang Xiu Han.
"Already Miss. " Say both compactly.
Bei Wang's residence was quiet and when he left then it would turn even quieter. He boarded his carriage and sat down together with Fang Ling inside the horse carriage.
While A Xiang rode beside him to prevent any unwanted things. He closed his eyes lazily.
Very lazy to go to the Palace, but very comfortable in the spacious and quiet Bei Wang residence.
Why could he say it was so comfortable in the Bei Wang residence ? That was because the host was away on duty.
"A Xiang, how long are we going to get to Chang'an ?" He asked after sliding the window of his carriage.
"It is expected to arrive exactly 1 hour before the banquet begins. " Say A Xiang.
"Can Bei Wang really not come ?" Ask A Xiang again.
"It seems so, even though the barbarian tribesmen had already been cleared but Bei Wang still had to guard the border to prevent a surprise attack. " Say A Xiang in a low tone.
He cursed in a small voice, which meant that he had to face the old men in the Palace himself.
This was very boring and exhausting, if there was Bei Zhao then he would not need to do anything other than fake a smile and say one two short words to formality.