How If (Dong Hua And Feng Jiu Story)

7. Trust

Qin que's weather was sunny in the morning. The waters of the Wan Sheng lake shimmered in the light of the morning sun. The morning dew still drip from every leaf that grows in this land. Nice atmosphere to practice. And, It was indeed what the two beautiful high-ranking Qin que women who were fight sparring on the practice stage in front of the fox cave were thinking. Clinks sounded as the two swords that they held clashed in battle. The movements of the two were agile and exude the beauty of the peach blossom which has been their habitat since childhood. When one attack, the other either dodge or hold back. It went on until they didn't realize that this battle had been going on for more than an hour.

They were both bounced back after the two swords hit each other hard. Each of them tried to balance the body so as not to fall from the practice stage area. One of them caught her breath, she seemed more exhausted than her battle opponent. Knowing that, her opponent stood up perfectly, moved the sword in such a way that it was in front of her and then said disdainfully, "How about it, Gugu? You'd better give up."

"In your dream," Gugu attacked again. Though taken aback, her opponent parried the sudden attack. Apparently, the woman adjusted quickly. The fight went on for a few more minutes and ended when Gugu finally came out bouncing off the arena.

Her training partner landed on the stage, standing perfectly straight and harboring a sword in her aura. Apparently, there was an agreement that when one was thrown off the stage, the rehearsal ended.

"You're great, Xiao Jiu, your abilities have improved in recent years." Gugu praised. Feng Jiu's aunt, Bai Qian was still gasping for air from the fight.

Feng Jiu came down the stage then approached her aunt. Her hand reached out to help her aunt up. "We should take a break," she said. They laughed and walked towards the pavilion overlooking Wan Sheng Lake together.

Bai Qian looked at the bamboo house that had been built for the Feng Jiu family, as they finally sat down on the chairs that were in the pavilion. In her heart, she admired the architectural masterpiece of the house. "I never thought you had the idea of ​​building one." Bai Qian compliments with her eyes still on the bamboo house.

Feng Jiu understood what Bai Qian meant and then responded, "I'm actually not very comfortable in the fox cave. I've been planning this house for a long time."

"You were even born in a fox's den and you said you felt uncomfortable?" Bai Qian's eyes twinkled mischievously, "Who's uncomfortable? Is it you? Or, Dijun?"

Feng Jiu's cheeks turned red from being teased. Bai Qian opened the fan which was actually a reform of the sword she used to practice earlier. "Haiya, everything you have is for Dong Hua Dijun."

"Ah, Gugu," Feng Jiu blushed. Her face was lowered in shame with a small smile on her lips.

"Oh, I just remembered. I'm actually here to interrogate you. it's about you. You seem to have managed to convince your husband to separate temporarily. Has Dijun agreed to this agreement?"

Feng Jiu conjured a pot of tea complete with two cups and a plate of steamed cakes. Apparently, she had started to catch Dong Hua's habit of wasting magic on trivial matters. Pouring tea into the cup, she sighed and replied, "As Gugu suggested, we talked. Dijun could understand all my thoughts and I appreciate his actions, we reconciled and made a pact and then..." She served a cup of tea to Bai Qian , "Then, here I am."

Bai Qian takes a sip of Feng Jiu's brewed tea. Feng Jiu had mastered the tea concocting skill. Dong Hua may taught her, Bai Qian thought. For a moment, she looked at her niece who was sipping tea.

"Ah, Gugu. Eat the cake." Feng Jiu handed Bai Qian the cake plate. Bai Qian didn't wait long to enjoy the cake.

"But, Xiao Jiu. Why did Dijun have to go to the mortal realm? Did you ask that so Dijun wouldn't be bothered by his fans?"