Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 174
Saintess?

This is really a strange yet familiar title. Ying Baoyue narrowed her eyes slightly in the carriage. Could it be the saint she had heard of?
Through the window of the carriage, Ying Baoyue saw countless people scrambling to run back.

After hearing the name of the saintess shouted by the teenagers behind, many young practitioners actually gave up halfway in the line and rushed to the back of the Soochow motorcade. The honor of the Holy Maiden.

"Saint?"

The minds of Ying Baoyue and the youngsters in the carriage were a little fluctuating.Chen Zichu, who was still looking at the Soochow motorcade, suddenly stood up and looked further back, "Could it be that Xu Bingqing is here?"

Xu Bingqing...

Ying Baoyue looked at Gui Chen who was stunned by her side, and secretly held his forehead, no way...

"Saint?"

At this time, no one thought that Ji Qingyuan in the carriage would suddenly ask a question. Compared with Chen Zichu, Guichen and others who were a little restless, a certain young man who had been imprisoned for many years was obviously much less informed.

In the midst of the bustle, Young Master Ji quietly asked, "What is a saint?"

Looking at the excited people outside the window, Ying Baoyue thought that these words must not be heard by the fans of the saint, otherwise they would probably be scolded badly.

And just as she expected, Chen Zichu, who was more sensible, looked at Ji Qingyuan in astonishment when he heard the words, "You don't know the Saintess of Beihan Pavilion in the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

Ji Qingyuan glanced at him quietly, "Do I need to know?"

He has seen the most powerful woman in the world, so he has to know that this saint must be famous only in recent years?

Chen Zichu choked for a moment, looked at the squinted eyes of Ji Jiashu next to him, and had no choice but to surrender to this elder brother who grew up in a special environment.

"The Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty is the Imperial Teacher of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the daughter of He Bo, the son of the Xuanwu God, and the owner of the Beihan Pavilion, the largest medical center in the Northern Wei Dynasty."

It doesn't sound like anything special either...

Looking at Ji Qingyuan's calm eyes, Chen Zichu always felt that this person thought so... This made him a little unconvinced and argued, "Although the saint of the Northern Wei Dynasty is young, she made it up..."

Could this person want to say that she compiled a pharmacopoeia...

But Ji Qingyuan probably knew who compiled the Pharmacopoeia, and Ying Baoyue didn't want the two of them to quarrel in the carriage and bring up countless old stories, and was about to interrupt Ji Jiashu when he suddenly spoke.

"Zi Chu, let's stop this topic."

The young man said calmly, "The convoy from the Northern Wei Dynasty has all entered the city, and I don't know if it's her."

Chen Zichu was startled when he heard the words, and then remembered that the Northern Wei Dynasty's convoy for the primary ceremony had already left, why didn't the Northern Wei Saintess go with them?

What's more, the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty never participated in the practice as a woman, and naturally she would not participate in the primary ceremony. What is she doing in Southern Chu at this time?
Chen Zichu looked further back, "Wait, let me take a closer look..."

Seeing the boy's body wishing to run out, Ying Baoyue glanced at Ji Jiashu, who had a complicated expression, and remembered the conversation just now.

Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty...

Could it really be that Northern Wei Beihan Pavilion Saintess, Xu Bingqing, whom Guichen had mentioned to her in Guijia's small courtyard back then?
She had only heard the name once, and it was the first time in her life, but it did not prevent Ying Baoyue from remembering the name.

After all... the young lady that Guichen was talking about claimed to be the one who wrote the "Pharmacopia".

Back then, Gui Chen had persuaded her to develop in the direction of this lady saint. Of course, now that she has advanced to the ninth level, she has broken through the "saint"'s so-called concept that women should not advance.

But no matter what, the popularity of this Northern Wei saintess was just as described by Gui Chen, even higher than what he described.

At least it is much more popular than the Soochow team led by Soochow's "stepson".

Seeing that people's attention was focused on the convoy of saints from the Northern Wei Dynasty, and no one was laughing at the two carriages from Soochow not far away, Ying Baoyue couldn't help laughing.

But maybe that's a lot more comfortable for that man.

"Second brother...no one is looking at this side anymore," as she expected, Zhao Guang, who was sitting on the crowned carriage, looked at Li Ji who hadn't said a word all day, and said helplessly.

The eyes under Li Ji's mask looked at him, but did not speak.

Zhao Guang had no choice but to give up on himself and look back at the even more resplendent carriage behind the Soochow motorcade.

"By the way, why didn't the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty go with the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty?"

Unlike other onlookers, Zhao Guang knew that what followed behind them was the convoy of Beihange of the Northern Wei Dynasty, that is, the convoy of Xu Bingqing, the Holy Maiden of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

There is no other, but he is pretending to be... It doesn't seem to be a disguise. After Zhao Guang and the men sent by his elder brother will reconcile and set out on the road as the stepson of Soochow Wu, when they are approaching Danyang City halfway, their The convoy was suddenly overtaken by this team.

Some riders came up and told them that they were Beihan Pavilion in the Northern Wei Dynasty, and they were going to Danyang in the Southern Chu, and happened to meet your convoy.

Yeah, what a coincidence.

Zhao Guang made a living from intelligence, so he knew exactly where Beihan Pavilion in the Northern Wei Dynasty was, and he would not offend him. After politely revealing his new identity, the team arrived at Danyang one after the other behind them.

And during the short journey, the saint girl of the Northern Wei Dynasty never showed up, appearing very mysterious.

Although the Saintess of the Northern Wei Dynasty wanted to keep her secret, the excited teenagers beside the official road did not agree.

"Saint!"

"Why did the saint come to Danyang at this time?"

"Would you like to come to the elementary ceremony?"

"Why is the stepson of the Northern Wei Dynasty entering the city now? Why don't you know how to wait for the convoy from Beihan Pavilion? How rude?"

Compared with the ferocious and irritable impression of the Northern Wei practitioners, this Northern Wei saint seems to represent all the good sides of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Ying Baoyue quietly stared at the crowd outside the carriage. After all, compared with the cold swords and rough and simple carriages, the Beihan Pavilion's fleet after the Soochow Motorcade was much more refined than the former Northern Wei Stepson's team.

Outside the beautifully carved carriage, the armor of the horse guards looked brighter than that of the front team.

"Obviously they are going to participate in the primary ceremony, and those who bleed to death for the Northern Wei Dynasty are those in front." Zhao Guang in the Soochow carriage looked at the grand occasion behind and shook his head speechlessly. "I really don't know what these people are excited about."

"Meng Shi's sword left only a bad impression on practitioners from other countries." At this moment, Li Ji, who had been silent all morning, finally spoke, and the man with the cold mask spoke lightly.

"Compared to a sharp sword that might threaten oneself, for ordinary people, of course the latter one is better."

Zhao Guang was startled when he heard the words, but then looked at Li Ji in surprise, "Second brother, you finally spoke!"

Li Ji glanced at him with his dark eyes, "I mean I will come to Danyang with you, but why should I sit in this carriage?"

He never liked to show his face.But Zhao Guang almost forcibly pulled him up.

"You are wearing a mask and no one can recognize you," Zhao Guang said naturally, "Don't worry, no one will look at you."

Nonsense, if Li Ji is not allowed to sit next to him, how can he feel safe?

And just when Zhao Guang finished speaking, Li Ji looked sideways. He didn't look back, but he knew that there was a line of sight coming from behind.

"Brother?" Zhao Guang asked suspiciously.

Before Li Ji could speak, louder cheers suddenly erupted from behind.

"The saint has come out!"

Ying Baoyue in the carriage in front of her was slightly stunned. Amidst the demands of countless practitioners and passing people, the saint who had been staying in the carriage opened the curtain for the first time.

"My lord saint!" Ying Baoyue heard the enthusiastic people ask, "Why did you come to Nanchu all of a sudden?"

Just when people thought the saint would not answer.

"I'm here for a one-person wedding."

Suddenly, a young woman's smiling voice came from behind.

The woman's voice is sweet, but it has an indescribable taste, I just listen to the woman's word for word.

"I'm here for Lord Nanchu Chunhua's wedding."

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(End of this chapter)