Douluo Continent: The Twin Holy Dragons of Light and Darkness, the Dragon Emperor Breaks Through the

Zhu Zhuqing stayed in Xingluo City for three days.

In three days, she saw her father, her mother, and her younger brother.

My father is getting old, my mother is getting old, and my younger brother has grown taller and stronger.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at them, a feeling she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She wanted to stay with them, but she couldn't.

She is Ling Feng's maid, and she wants to return to Wuhun Capital.

On the day she left, Duke White Tiger escorted her to the city gate.

"Zhu Qing, do your best in Martial Soul, and don't embarrass Xingluo."

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"Don't worry, Father."

Duke White Tiger looked at her, his eyes reddening.

"Zhuqing, I'm sorry, Father."

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

"My father did not wrong me."

It was my daughter's own choice.

She turned and rode away.

There was no turning back.

Her steps were firm, and her back was straight.

She knew that every martial spirit had its own path and its own future.

Ling Feng waited for her outside the city gate.

Upon seeing her emerge, he turned his horse around.

"Let's go."

Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him.

Zhu Zhuqing remained silent throughout the journey.

Ling Feng remained silent.

They rode for half a month and returned to Wuhun Capital.

On the city wall, banners with angels and dragons fluttered in the wind.

The golden angels and dragons shimmered in the sunlight.

Zhu Zhuqing raised her head and looked at the majestic city, feeling an unprecedented sense of belonging welling up in her heart.

Martial Soul Capital, she's back.

She raised her head, gazing at the city walls of Wuhun Capital, at the flag fluttering in the wind, and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Behind them, the outline of the ancient land of Xingluo gradually blurred.

The road ahead is long, but she's not in a hurry; she has plenty of time.

She gripped the reins tightly and rode her horse through the city gate.

The soldiers at the city gate saluted her, and she nodded before heading straight for the main hall.

The 23rd day of the twelfth lunar month is the Little New Year.

The snow began to fall in Wuhun City at dawn, swirling and turning the entire city into a silvery white blanket.

On the city wall, the banners of angels and dragons were covered with a thin layer of snow, fluttering in the wind, their golden patterns appearing and disappearing in the snow.

Shops along the streets of the city opened early, and shop assistants stood at their doors sweeping snow, calling out to passersby to come in and take a look.

Stalls selling candied fruit, New Year pictures, firecrackers, and new clothes stretched from one end of the street to the other, seemingly endless.

Zhu Zhuqing stood on the steps of the offering hall, watching the snow falling all around her, and reached out her hand to catch a snowflake.

Snowflakes landed on my palm, cool and refreshing, and quickly melted into a drop of water.

She rarely saw snow when she was in the Star Luo Empire.

The Star Luo Empire is located in the south, so the winters are not too cold. It only snows once every few years. Every time it snows, she stands in the courtyard, tilts her head back, and lets the snowflakes fall on her face.

She was still little then; she could laugh, jump, and stick out her tongue to catch snowflakes.

"Sister Zhuqing!"

Ning Rongrong ran out of the offering hall, wearing a red cotton-padded jacket, with two pigtails, her little face red from the cold.

Her nine-jeweled glazed pagoda spun in her palm, its seven-colored light shining brightly in the snow.

What are you doing standing here? Aren't you cold?

Zhu Zhuqing shook her head.

"It's not cold."

Watching the snow.

Ning Rongrong tilted her head.

"What's so interesting about snow? It snows every year."

Zhu Zhuqing looked at her, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"It rarely snows in the Star Luo Empire."

When I was a child, I was always happy whenever it snowed.

Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.

"Really? Then your spirit has had several snowfalls this year. Are you happy every day?"

Zhu Zhuqing thought for a moment.

"Ok.

Be happy every day.

Ning Rongrong held her hand.

"Let's go! Let's go buy New Year's goods! Brother Jin Chen is already at the market, and he said he's going to buy lots and lots of delicious food!"

As Zhu Zhuqing was led away by her, a warm feeling welled up in her heart.

The market in Wuhun City is located in the west of the city, and it takes about half an hour to walk there from the Hall of Worship.

But Ning Rongrong couldn't wait and pulled Zhu Zhuqing into the carriage.

The carriage traveled on the snow, its wheels crunching and creaking as they rolled over the snow.

Ning Rongrong lifted the car curtain, looked at the street scene outside the window, and kept making sounds like "wow," "oh," and "so beautiful."

Zhu Zhuqing sat beside her, looking at the snow scene outside the window, a slight smile playing on her lips.

The horse-drawn carriage stopped at the entrance of the market.

Ning Rongrong jumped off the carriage, with Zhu Zhuqing following behind her.

The market was packed with people, shoulder to shoulder, with shouts of vendors, bargaining, and children's laughter all mixed together, creating a lively and bustling atmosphere.

Chapter 254 Preparing for the New Year

Ning Rongrong held Zhu Zhuqing's hand as they weaved through the crowd.

She was small and agile as a fish, darting from one stall to another.

"Sister Zhuqing, look at this sugar melon! It's huge! Brother Jinchen will definitely love it!"

Ning Rongrong pointed to a sugar melon on a stall. The sugar melon was as big as a fist, covered with a layer of sesame seeds, and glistened in the sunlight.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at the candied melon and remembered that Jin Chen always ate several bowls of it at every meal, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

"Buy it."

Ning Rongrong took out her purse, bought two candied melons, gave one to Zhu Zhuqing, and kept the other for herself.

"Sister Zhuqing, try it! It's so sweet!"

Zhu Zhuqing took the candied melon and took a bite.

It's sweet, very sweet, sickeningly sweet.

She didn't really like sweets, but seeing Ning Rongrong's expectant eyes, she still finished the whole candy melon.

"Is it tasty?"

Ning Rongrong asked.

Zhu Zhuqing nodded.

"good to eat."

Ning Rongrong smiled.

"I knew it! Brother Jin Chen loves candied melon the most, and he buys a lot of it every year for Chinese New Year."

He ate more than a dozen last year, and his tooth ached for several days afterward.

Zhu Zhuqing looked at her.

"Will he buy another one this year?"

Ning Rongrong tilted her head.

"Buy it."

He's not afraid of toothaches.

He said, "What's a toothache? As long as it tastes good."

Zhu Zhuqing couldn't help but laugh.