Qin's Moon: I'm really not the Holy Lord of the Demonic Sect

Chapter 58 Purple Maiden: Am I Orange?

"So beautiful." Nongyu looked at Zinu, who was slightly out of breath, and said with a hint of excitement and longing.

Because of the dance just now, the purple-clad woman's dress was slightly disheveled, and the silver hairpin that bound her long hair was also a little crooked, making her look less capable than usual and more fragile, presenting a beauty that seemed about to break.

Yang Che, who had witnessed everything, was naturally pleased with the sight. He even felt that it would be a bit unreasonable not to say something at this moment. Moreover, wasn't this the time to take advantage of being a transmigrator?

Praise the woman's dance? Yang Che's heart skipped a beat at this thought, but he immediately dismissed it. The Ode to the Goddess of the Luo River was indeed beautiful, but it was too cliché. Of course, this cliché only applied to Yang Che.

Fortunately, he was not only a time traveler, but also a student who had spent five years at the Jixia Academy.

Yang Che's mind raced, and he couldn't help but recite: "Branches and thorns grow sharp, round fruits ripen. Green and yellow mingle, their patterns are brilliant. The essence is white inside, like a free spirit. The lushness is graceful, beautiful and not ugly."

Zi Nu was calming her breathing at this moment, as she had almost choked because of her competitive nature. When she heard Yang Che's singing, she was very surprised. Was Yang Che's song praising her?

Thinking of this, Zi Nu felt somewhat pleased. Although she couldn't understand the specific meaning of Yang Che's lyrics at first glance, anyone with eyes could tell that it was pretty good.

"Your zither playing is indeed excellent, but I dare not accept your singing." Zi Nu circulated her breathing technique, adjusting her breathing, and her voice returned to its elegant and magnetic tone.

"I won't say that Boss Zi Nu is the best in Xinzheng, because I know that Boss Zi Nu would never think that being the best in Xinzheng is such an honor. But these few words are well-deserved." Yang Che looked Zi Nu up and down. He had to admit that Zi Nu, a woman who combined intellect and charm, was indeed exceptionally attractive.

"Also, Boss Zi Nu, there's no need to call me 'Imperial Censor.' I'm Nong Yu's senior brother, and you're Nong Yu's older sister. There's no need for us to be so formal."

"If that's really the case, then I've benefited from Nongyu's fame and taken advantage of you." Zi Nu gave Yang Che a deep look. The more Yang Che didn't care about status and position, the more worried she became, fearing that Yang Che was up to something bigger.

However, on the other hand, Yang Che had already gone to such lengths, and even if he had ulterior motives towards them, it was enough to prove his sincerity. Her resistance seemed pretentious.

"It seems you still have reservations about me, Zi Nu. Time will tell. I won't say much more tonight; saying too much will only annoy you. Well, I'm quite satisfied with the banquet. It's getting late, and I should probably leave now. When we meet again, it will be at least several months from now," Yang Che said, taking his leave.

Tonight, with Zi Nu performing, his trip has been worthwhile.

"Senior brother, Qin is not a safe place. You must be careful on your journey there." Nongyu's face showed reluctance and worry.

In the territory of Han, the Qin state was practically synonymous with tigers and wolves. While it had a formidable reputation, it was also infamous for its ferocity. Even though Nongyu did not have any contact with the court, she was still apprehensive about the Qin state's ruthlessness.

Now that Yang Che is about to enter the Qin, a land of tigers and wolves, Nongyu, who has long regarded Yang Che as her own family, is naturally worried about this.

"Don't worry, I'm actually quite familiar with the Qin territory. I'll bring you some gifts when I come back. By the way, what good things does Qin have?" Yang Che patted Nongyu's little head and rubbed it vigorously.

It won't be convenient in a few years.

Nongyu wanted to glare at Yang Che. He had just said he was very familiar with the Qin state, and then immediately asked what good things the Qin state had. This was not how you deal with a child.

However, considering that rolling her eyes was not a ladylike thing to do, Nongyu could only suppress the urge.

"Qin is famous for its swords, spears, halberds, weapons, armor, and military supplies. Perhaps you could give Nongyu a sword," Zi Nu said from the side. It was unclear whether she was genuinely offering advice to Yang Che or simply teasing him.

"Zi Nu is absolutely right. Nong Yu really does need a sword. Of course, I can't just remember Nong Yu, I also need you, Zi Nu." Yang Che clapped his hands and laughed, accepting Zi Nu's suggestion and also bringing her along.

When Zi Nu saw Yang Che's smile, her heart skipped a beat. She had only taken the opportunity to tease Yang Che and Nong Yu, the two senior and junior siblings, but she never thought that she would get herself into trouble.

However, when she tried to stop Yang Che, it was too late. Yang Che said, "Nongyu has a gift, and Zinu can't be without one. Qin's armor is also very famous. I'll bring you a set later."

"Qin army armor?" Nongyu was slightly taken aback, then quickly covered her mouth, but her eyes were blinking. Clearly, her little mind was already working at a rapid pace, and she was probably already imagining what Zinu would look like wearing the Qin armor that Yang Che had brought back.

Zi Nu frowned, feeling that she had trapped herself. She could sense that Yang Che was not joking, and based on her understanding of Yang Che, she believed that he was absolutely capable of doing such a thing.

"Then I must thank you properly." Zi Nu took a deep breath, still feeling there was no need to struggle any longer. Being competitive in this matter would only lead to her suffering.

"I'll remember that. Zi Nu might as well perform another dance later. To be honest, the dance just now was very beautiful." Yang Che took advantage of Zi Nu's words and pressed his advantage.

This journey to Qin will take several months, and Yang Che cannot help but feel regretful that he will not be able to see the stunning beauty of Zi Lan Xuan for such a long time.

After Yang Che finished speaking, he walked straight out before Zi Nu could refuse. Zi Nu had no choice but to see him off.

After seeing Yang Che off and returning to her bedroom, Zi Nu began to review everything that had happened that night, feeling that she had still lost out, but—

"However, it has been a very, very long time since I last danced," Zi Nu whispered.

She hated dancing, it was something for entertainment, but at the time, she didn't seem to hate it. Yang Che's zither playing was indeed very good, just as Nongyu had said. More importantly, Yang Che's zither playing and her dancing, even though they were seeing each other for the first time, were able to coordinate perfectly.

Recalling what had just happened, Zi Nu's lips slowly curled up. While she was annoyed, she also felt quite pleased.

Zi Nu suddenly picked up a brush, dipped it in ink, and tried to find a bamboo slip, but there was no blank bamboo slip. In the end, she simply pulled her sleeve over and laid it flat in front of the dressing table, and began to write.

A line of delicate characters appeared on it: "Branches and thorns grow sharp, round fruits ripen. Green and yellow mingle, their patterns are magnificent. Pure white within, they resemble the Way. Their beauty is refined, graceful and not ugly."

Zi Nu looked at the small words written on her sleeve and felt that the words were beautiful and familiar, as if she had seen them somewhere before.

Zi Nu pondered deeply, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck her, recalling her experience traveling through the State of Chu: "Isn't this the Ode to the Orange by Qu Yuan, the Grand Master of the Three Clans?"

The people of Chu loved to sing, and their songs were quite different from those in the Book of Songs, which were circulated in the Central Plains states. Among them, Qu Yuan, the Grand Master of the Three Clans, was the most famous. The songs of Chu were full of the romanticism of the people of Chu, and their words were gorgeous and mysterious.

"He is clever, but this poem, Ode to the Orange, was written by Qu Yuan, who used the orange as a metaphor for himself and to express his aspirations and character. He used it to flatter a woman's beauty."

"Her beauty is graceful and refined, and she is beautiful without being ugly." Zi Nu looked at the words on her sleeve, her eyes slowly curving into a smile. She was very pleased with this kind of praise.

But the next instant, her purple eyebrows shot up, raised in anger: "Ju Song, Ju Song, so, he's saying I'm an orange?"