Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

Chapter 10 - Two Brothers

The close followers came out from the corner and went up to help Zheng Jing: "Sanlang, did you fall?"

　　Zheng Jing coughed with tears on his face. Shaking his head with a bitter smile, he stood up and looked in the direction Li Yaoying had left.

　　The heat on his face slowly faded, his heart still pounding fast.

　　Every time he saw her, he was woefully embarrassed.

　　She didn't remember him.

　　He felt grateful for a moment.

　　It was a fluke that he didn't get recognized from this chance encounter in this place of fireworks1.

　　The reason why he hastily jumped out of the window and fled was because he was afraid that she would see him.

　　For a moment, he felt lost again.

　　When the servant reported that the Seventh Princess had arrived, he was shocked and panicked, and subconsciously lifted his legs and ran.

　　There was a secret ecstasy at the bottom of his heart.

　　He thought she was here for him.

　　It turned out not.

　　The Seventh Princess did not come for him.

　　The fact was that he came because of her. At the urgings of his friends, he came to Pingkang Place to see this famous Tuozhi dance in the capital.

　　Blossom-pattern designs hung down from their waists swayed to and fro. Hats spinning to ring the golden bells, snow white faces revealed2.

　　Tuo beauties was indeed very delicate.

　　The Hu entertainers danced even better. But compared to her, when all was said and done, still greatly lacked the noble and bright moving charm.

The Wei army's management was strict and had always been very popular with the common people.

　　Li Yaoying sped all the way to the city gates. Both sides of the official road were magnificently packed, crowded to the point of overflowing with men, women, and children who spontaneously came to greet the soldiers.

　　The officials of the Ministry of Rites who received the news first had already prepared wine and sweet syrup.

　　The army's victorious return was not supposed to be through the south gate.

　　In order to show the military prestige and stabilize the people's mind, Li De would order Li Xuanzhen to lead the flying cavalry through the main gate into the city after each victory.

　　The flying cavalry were selected from the three armies to be the emperor's personal bodyguards. All of them were a one in a thousand miles talent, tall and powerful. Three hundred and eighty youthful and heroic warriors riding fine steeds, holding long guns, recurve bows on their back, all adorned in matching black helmets, majestically arrived, the horses' hooves rang out like rumbling thunder.

　　The heroic disposition, the imposing momentum.

　　This was a nearly invincible procession.

　　The people looked at the mighty and majestic flying cavalry in front of them with eyes brimming with excitement.

　　The young boys who were outside could not help but cheer at the orderly and neat formation of the flying cavalry. The girls laughed and threw out flowers, willow branches and incense pouches.

　　The fresh breeze blew past, making them fall like a shower of flowers.

The rows of soldiers passed by in front of their eyes. Yaoying lifted her curtain hat, looking forward to seeing the familiar Qin character on the banner flying in the sky, smiling sweetly.