Misty Rain of the Old Times

Chapter 329 What a coincidence
After listening to her self-introduction and understanding her true identity, many things became clear. No wonder her identity remains a mystery to this day, and no wonder her book Lingyun Ji, which was written in such poor condition, was still published.

The little princess of Jing State, Emperor Shang Xuan had a daughter in his old age and doted on her to the sky. Not to mention that the Lingyun Ji was quite fluent to read back then, to be frank, even if it was written like a pile of shit, it could still be distributed nationwide.

What could a ten-year-old girl have written back then? The Lingyunji that was published and discovered has been revised and beautified by who knows how many people racked their brains.

Chen Xuancai didn't believe her nonsense. She was just trying to make some changes. It was definitely a lie.

He seriously suspected that when he wrote the first letter to criticize her in a tactful way, the little girl was probably quite happy at first. After all, the sales guys who read the first two volumes of Lingyun Ji shook their heads. Maybe he was the first one to write to her, and then she opened the letter with great interest, but found it to be full of criticism. You can imagine how the little girl felt.

Regardless of whether they admit it or not, many people have an artistic heart. When she was ten years old, she didn't know what was wrong with her when she started to create and plunged into this circle. When someone wrote to her, it was simply recognition.

But she was nitpicking. Did she get angry and cry when she saw it?

Fortunately, the letter contained a lot of suggestions and opinions, which she adopted and approved, and then wrote back to discuss the matter humbly.

At this moment, Chen Xuan felt a chill on his neck. He hadn't known that Lingyun Ji was written by the little princess. What if the little princess couldn't stand his nitpicking and got angry and wanted to pull him out and cut him into pieces? With just one word from her, it wouldn't be easy to find him.

Chen Xuan was only eleven years old at the time and had just entered the Xiantian realm. If something like that really happened, he might have to flee for his life.

It is impossible to surrender. Don't take the initial entry into the Xiantian realm lightly. He still has Hanxing.

In short, that kind of thing did not happen. Then, perhaps it was because I was the first reader to write to her that we kept in touch for so many years. At first, we just discussed the content of the novel, and gradually it evolved into a collaboration in writing a book. Later, we would talk about our daily trivialities and feelings, and we became friends, almost to the point of being confidants.

As the youngest and most beloved daughter of Emperor Shang Xuan, wouldn't she be coaxed into writing and publishing a book? Even if it contained sensitive content, someone would cover it up. For example, the content that caused such a stir back then that hinted at the aristocratic family would have had anyone else's book banned and their entire life wiped out. But she remained unscathed. As for hiding her identity, it was even simpler. Who would dare investigate?
Then Chen Xuan roughly understood why she chose the pen name Tingfeng Jushi.

The wind is soaring, the clouds are condensed, the wind moves, the clouds move but the heart does not move. Only the wind blowing through the leaves is the singing of the wind, and the sound of the leaves swaying is the most intuitive sound of the wind.

This explains why she has loved collecting leaves since she was a child.

Perhaps it was because she wanted to collect the whispers scattered among the human world...

Many thoughts flashed through his mind in an instant. No matter who she was, Chen Xuan had already regarded her as a friend for so many years. Moreover, from the brief communication they had spent together, it was obvious that they were quite compatible with each other, and it was very likely that they would not disappear in public.

The feeling of losing a friend is really not pleasant, and they have been communicating for so many years. Although Chen Xuan is unwilling to admit it, he really cares about this relationship that has lasted for seven years. Now he can finally let go of his worries and believe that this relationship can still be maintained.

So he didn't bother being polite with her. He wouldn't behave properly just because she was a little princess, nor would he feign reserve and grace to coax her. After staring at each other, he dragged a chair over and sat down. Looking at her curiously, he asked, "Speaking of which, Tingfeng, don't mind. I've been used to this name for so many years, so I won't change it. And since you're a little princess, why are you coming to meet me so openly? And you've directly acknowledged your identity. You're not even pretending anymore?"

She understood the meaning of meeting in person. Through the years of correspondence and joint book writing, she was very familiar with the words from Chen Xuan's previous life, many of which she used in novels. Her novels even distorted the moral standards of the Jing Kingdom.

Hearing this, Zhou Xianning put her hands on her hips and squinted at Chen Xuan, saying, "You're just curious why I'm so direct. I can feel that you don't take my little princess identity seriously at all. I don't know where you get the courage from."

It would have been fine if he hadn't said it. As soon as he said it, Chen Xuan immediately laughed and said, "It's funny to think that the monk Tingfeng who I have communicated with over the years is actually a childish guy. Even if you are a princess, I really can't respect you even if I want to. I know a lot of your little secrets. What should I do?"

The little princess laughed at this, and walked over to him in flip-flops, sat down opposite him, and said frankly: "I have always been curious about you. After all, we have known each other since we were ten years old. Let me tell you, there have been many times when I wanted to ask someone to investigate your true identity. But after thinking about it, I decided not to. Since we are friends, doing so would be too much. And don't laugh at me. I don't have many true friends since I was a child."

Blinking, Chen Xuan asked curiously, "Isn't that I'm the only friend you've never met?"

"Hey, hey, hey, Taohua, you're going too far. It's you who said this to me," Zhou Xianning glared angrily like a cat whose tail was stepped on.

This look made Chen Xuan laugh and she said, "It seems I was right. You are a bit pitiful. Come to think of it, as a little princess, everyone treats you with respect. The only friend you can have is me. I accidentally contacted you through letters. Otherwise, we wouldn't have much in common, let alone become friends." She also said, "Yes, yes, okay, so, actually, I've been looking forward to this meeting for a long time. Yesterday you wrote to me and I learned that you had arrived in the capital, so I came to meet you. To be honest, I was a little hesitant at first. Should I ask someone to pretend to be me and observe you secretly? But after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. It's better to be sincere so as not to lose your only friend. That would be more trouble than it's worth. As for my identity, I originally wanted to conceal it so as not to scare you, but after meeting you, I found that it was probably unnecessary. It's indeed the case. Tell me, where do you get the confidence from?"

Chen Xuan leaned back out of habit, his chair legs swaying as he crossed his legs and said, "You're quite frank. As for your confidence, does my three-story-high cultivation level count? Let alone you being the little princess, even if it was your father... your father, putting aside his status as an old man, I'd probably have the same attitude."

"You're out of breath when I tell you you're fat. You really don't know your place. Taohua, you'll easily suffer with this kind of mentality," the little princess said, shaking her head.

Raising his eyebrows, Chen Xuan asked with interest, "From your tone, you seem to be concerned about me?"

"Don't be so self-indulgent and take yourself too seriously," the little princess pouted, then raised her chin and said, "Come on, Taohua, call me Princess Your Highness and be respectful. If I'm happy, I'll protect you and make sure you can walk around the capital with all your might. How about that? I'm nice, right?"

Chen Xuan looked at me with a look of contempt, saying, "Well, I consider you a friend, but you want to step on my head? No way. I'll give you a chance to reorganize your words. Call me Mr. Chen respectfully, and I won't mind. If that makes me happy, then if anyone makes you unhappy in the future, tell me and I'll help you beat him up, no matter who it is, I mean anyone!"

"Haha, you're just bragging. I find you're even more arrogant than me," the little princess said happily, not believing a word of it.

Chen Xuan snorted, "Believe it or not, don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now you don't know the value of my name, Sang Biao."

"Oh, it really looks like that, I almost believed it," the little princess said with a disdainful smile. Then, seeing Chen Xuan's wobbly and casual posture, she asked curiously, "Are you always so casual? You don't know how to sit properly, you don't have any manners, you don't have any manners, you don't have any manners."

"I'm just like this. As a human being, I just need to live happily. I don't care what others think. I won't lose a piece of meat anyway," Chen Xuan said indifferently, still with that leisurely and swaying posture.

Her eyes lit up and the little princess said happily: "What a coincidence, I thought so too."

It's no wonder that the two of them could become friends. They have similar interests and they felt like they were old friends after spending a short time together.

Then she saw Chen Xuan's swaying posture and was eager to try it out, "It looks quite fun, I'll try it too."

As she spoke, she imitated Chen Xuan and leaned back, trying to support herself with the two legs of the chair. However, she couldn't maintain her balance and either couldn't stand up or almost fell backwards.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan laughed so hard that he fell backwards, and even deliberately shook himself like a tumbler to show off.

After many times, she became angry at Chen Xuan's playful expression and glared at him, "Don't laugh, share some experience, it's fun to see me fumbling around, right?"

You're learning this too? Perhaps you haven't gotten over your rebellious phase yet.

Shaking his head, Chen Xuan said, "There's no experience to teach you. Practice makes perfect. Just master your balance. But at the beginning, you can find a support, such as putting your feet on a stool or a table. Once you get used to it, you can let go. It's not difficult."

"Isn't this considered experience? Why didn't you tell me earlier? Doesn't your conscience hurt when you see me make a fool of myself?" The little princess was speechless, so she lifted her long legs and put them on the table. She finally completed the feat of rocking the chair with two legs supporting the ground. Experiencing the rocking feeling of the unstable center of gravity of the chair, she couldn't help but say sincerely: "It's comfortable and fun. Why didn't I realize it earlier?"

"That's because you didn't meet me earlier," Chen Xuan smiled and thought to himself that this guy was heartless.

She put her legs on the edge of the table, crossed her legs and pressed down her skirt. Her small white feet were dangling in flip-flops, but this movement still caused the hem of her black skirt to slide down a little, revealing a section of white and delicate calf with beautiful lines.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan said disdainfully, "Hey, hey, hey, you're going too far. There's food and wine on the table, what's the big deal about you putting your feet on it?"

"I'm happy to," she said, but she still put her foot down. This posture was a bit self-indulgent, but as a girl, she still had to be restrained. She planned to practice secretly later...

(End of this chapter)