Chapter 12

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Chapter 12: Ning listens to the bustling melody, but does not become the master of the bustling world. Second update, seeking bookmarks. "Even in the depths of the clouds, one's clothes will be moistened." Full text reading.

However, at this moment, Lu Shaoyou's gaze was fixed on the young girl beside the maiden, a girl dressed like a maid. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a slightly flushed face, like a newly blooming peach blossom. Under her long, arched eyebrows, a pair of large, blue, pure eyes sparkled. Her small, fair, and rosy face was adorned with a straight, beautiful little nose. Her black hair was combed back into a high bun, and a not overly showy light-colored long dress outlined her already well-proportioned figure.

Lu Shaoyou looked at her, unable to help but feel a bit regretful. This girl should have been a beauty capable of toppling a nation, but on the right side of her face, there was a red spot the size of a baby's fist, which was a real eyesore.

However, Lu Shaoyou could not help but continue to look at the girl. Despite her maid's attire, she exuded an intangible aura. Her eyes also had a gaze that did not belong to a maid. In short, Lu Shaoyou felt that this girl was definitely not an ordinary maid.

"Miss Dugu, what do you think of our back garden?" Lu Shaohu smiled slightly and said to the maiden in the center.

"Not bad, those should be cold willows, which are rare here in the Extreme North Plain." Miss Dugu smiled faintly and looked at the row of willows in front of her.

"Miss Dugu has a keen eye." Lu Shaohu, Lu Shaoxiong, and Zhou Haiming all said immediately.

"Having heard that Miss Dugu is highly talented, it is now deep winter. I will take the liberty to recite a poem and ask Miss Dugu for your guidance." Zhou Haiming seized the opportunity to say, seemingly wanting to show off in front of the beauty.

"I dare not accept your guidance, but please, Mr. Zhou, let me appreciate your poem." Miss Dugu smiled and said.

"Then I will take the liberty." Zhou Haiming adjusted his clothes, took a deep breath, and looked at the back garden, then recited: "The garden is beautifully formed, and the winter brings a refreshing spring. Green trees and red flowers are everywhere, and the tall buildings attract visitors. It is a beautiful novel: 'The Ice Wife of the Evil King' full text reading."

After reciting, Zhou Haiming smiled smugly, seemingly very satisfied with his own performance.

"Ha ha..." Lu Shaoyou, hiding in the tree, almost vomited, thinking to himself, "In this era, there are really all kinds of people."

At this moment, among the group of young men and women, Lu Wushuang's expression also showed a hint of helplessness.

"Not bad, not bad. I didn't expect Mr. Zhou to be so talented." Miss Dugu smiled slightly, praising Zhou Haiming, who immediately felt a sense of pride and walked with a more confident gait.

Then, the group continued to walk forward, gradually approaching where Lu Shaoyou was. They were all chatting and laughing, occasionally bursting into laughter.

Lu Shaoyou, looking down from above, saw that the maid with the special aura seemed to have something on her mind, always maintaining a serious expression, with a faint sadness in her eyes.

"Deep winter, after the beauty fades, the sand of time flows, the years of old age, the bustling world, the still water runs deep, the song of the river, the three lives of fullness and emptiness..."

At this moment, the maid walked lightly, gazing at the deep winter scenery, seemingly moved, and softly recited, her voice like orchids, making people feel as if they were in a spring breeze. The young men and women who were laughing nearby also turned their attention to the maid.

She continued to recite softly: "In the world of ink and paper, the battlefield is filled with smoke and fire, unwilling to be a woman of that era, the world collapses, the years fly by. The delicate veil stirs the bustling world, half a life of wandering, adorning a life of sorrow and loss, not knowing how many lifetimes, the cycle of a bright smile..."

Listening to the maid's recitation, Lu Shaoyou realized that her words revealed a regret for not being a man, "the battlefield is filled with smoke and fire, unwilling to be a woman of that era, the world collapses, the years fly by." If she were a man, she would definitely be a hero.

Impressed by the maid's talent and ambition, Lu Shaoyou could not help but look at her with new eyes. If he had the opportunity in the future, he would also strive to "stir the battlefield with smoke and fire, regardless of the cost of success, for that is the breadth of a man's chest."

The maid continued to recite softly: "At the ferry, the desolate battlefield, rain arrows fly, silk and brocade, devoted to the world, jade dew and jade cream, butterflies in love with the world, listening to the bustling melody, not being the master of the bustling world, the beautiful face in the mirror like a dream, instantly vanishing. Three thousand strands of black hair, for whom do they become infatuated! Ten thousand feet of bustling red dust, who chases the heroes for the beauty?..."

Listening to the maid's recitation, her words combined the ambition of a man with the sentiment of a woman, a perfect blend of strength and gentleness. Lu Shaoyou seemed to enter a state of clarity, thinking about his uncertain future in his previous life and his survival in this different world. Wasn't this the sense of belonging he was seeking? "Stir the battlefield with smoke and fire, regardless of the cost of success, ten thousand feet of bustling red dust, who chases the heroes for the beauty, drunk on the beauty's lap, awake with the power of the world." This was the voice hidden deep in his soul.

The maid continued to recite softly: "A song of the konghou, entwining the world's sorrow, a lute, permeating the world's sentiment, holding a broken flute, in love with the clear rain, the bustling world lost, who can promise me a song of eternal love? Touching the floating world, who can plant a love that will last a lifetime for me..."

At this moment, everyone was captivated by the maid, her talent and the depth of her words. Even the self-important Zhou Haiming felt a sense of shame.

At this moment, the maid's beautiful eyes furrowed slightly, and when she recited "who can plant a love that will last a lifetime for me," she seemed to be unable to continue, and her expression showed a slight sigh.

At this moment, a voice came from the front: "In the rain of the night, the cold penetrates the cycle of life. The heart's strings are disturbed by the rolling red dust. Memories burn the past, carrying half a life of sorrow, playing half a life of loneliness.

In that life, the golden armor and iron horses, the vast territory, the smoke of war, the lords dividing the world, who did you fight for? Preparing for battle, the flags fluttering, the sand flying, the golden bells ringing in the sky, the battle shaking the world, the city covered in dust, blood and tears falling, broken armor and horses, spreading red across the horizon, hoping to be reborn as a swallow returning to the old nest, bringing you the flowers of February, as other readers are reading: 'Testing the Three Realms.' I can only dance for you with a single tear, because I will spend my whole life fighting for you.

In that life, the peach blossoms spread red across the horizon. The endless beauty, the face that could topple a nation, the melody of unparalleled charm. I can only play half a song for you in the time it takes to burn half a stick of incense, because I will spend my whole life traveling with you across the world.

In that life, the snow was white, the magic pure, the cherry blossoms blooming in all four seasons, the beautiful dance of the desert, the sorrow of many lives, the gentle touch of the flower, leaving a lingering fragrance. I can only share a moment of moonlight with you, because I will spend my life transforming the snow into wind for you.

In that life, a half-lit lamp, an ancient Buddha, the moon becoming a jade, the wind blocking the pavilion, a scroll of life, a light song, the makeup of the early morning, three thousand strands of black hair, for you, I will draw a picture of infatuation. Accumulating a lifetime of madness, to whom can I entrust it?

How many heroes shed blood and killed, how many loyal souls died in foreign lands, one general's success at the cost of countless lives, how many white-haired parents sent off their black-haired children. Only to say that once entering the world, it drives us, the ruins, the army at the city gates, the city covered in dust, who is bitter in waiting? Not fearing the aging of beauty, but fearing that the breaking of the string of the flower will go unheard..."

Lu Shaoyou, moved by the words, thought about his wasted half-life in his previous life, where he had neither love nor achievement. In this different world, what he wanted was nothing more than these two things. Unconsciously, he continued the maid's poem, speaking it out loud.

"Sir, you have great talent and ambition. Could you come down and let this young woman see you?" Hearing this, the group of young men and women below were also amazed. The poem was no less impressive than the maid's, and it even better expressed a sense of pride and tenderness. "Once entering the world, it drives us, the ruins, the army at the city gates, the city covered in dust, who is bitter in waiting? Not fearing the aging of beauty, but fearing that the breaking of the string of the flower will go unheard..." This was truly a timeless masterpiece.

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