Empress Fu Yao [Volume 2] (Completed)✔

Green Pearl Meeting

In the southwestern parts of Zhongzhou, there was a mountain named "Green Pearl". The mountain with the same name as a famous concubine from ancient China, was similar to the beautiful Green Pearl in many ways – small and charming, with wisps of clouds drifting across its fair temples, it was emerald-colored in the breeze and delightfully placed between sparkling blue bodies of water.

On Green Pearl's peak existed several stacked terraces, seeming like a woman's hair bun from afar. Besides the terrace was a rushing creek filled with long swimming fish, an absolutely picturesque scene.

Meng Fuyao dangled her leg as she laid on the terrace. She held a strand of grass in her mouth, absentmindedly thinking.

Ever since her hurried escape yesterday, she hadn't returned to Prince De's residence. She was afraid that if Qiao Ling told Guo Pingrong about "little pageboy Meng", Zong Yue would be wrapped up in the mess as well, so she directly ran here and slept.

The daylight beside her darkened all of a sudden. A person lay down by her side in an even lazier posture than her's, after which a certain fat white ball marched out to his side, falling down into an identical posture as its owner.

A row of three, laid out orderly.

Fuyao didn't turn her head, her gaze still wandering among the floating clouds in the sky. In the depths of her eyes, however, a hint of a smile rose up.

This person, could always find the most unlikely places to "accidently chance upon" her.

At this point, saying things like aiya what a coincidence would just be pure sophistry; Yuan Zhaoxu very clearly knew of her whereabouts. If such a secretive person wanted to play the "unexpected encounter" game, then she would just humor him.

In reality, after several days of not seeing him, Fuyao unexpectedly felt that she really liked his way of suddenly popping out of nowhere.

It was only Master Yuanbao whose expression was a little unsightly, its mouse face hung so low it looked like a sweet potato. Of course, Meng Fuyao had never really payed any attention to the feelings of this extraneous rat.

The person who had just appeared leisurely laid back by her side. His long eyelashes traced out an elegant arc under his eyes. Today his face color looked a little pale and his mood a little lazy as well, somehow seeming to fit the casual image of a noble descendant even better. Resting on his elbows with his eyes half-closed, in his hand was held a tree branch that looked at-odds with his previous image.

Meng Fuyao tilted her head over, holding back a smile as she anticipated the lousy suggestion he would come up with next. What she saw, though, was Yuan Zhaoxu clearly sitting facing her with his back to the slightly iced-over creek, yet with his head turned away, and backhandedly stabbing out with a "cha" sound.

Water drops flew into the air. Silver scales flashed. On the branch was immediately pierced a lively, jumping fish.

Fuyao's eyes widened as she watched Yuan Zhaoxu, his back facing the creek, casually poke out again to catch yet another fish. His movements swift and accurate, and in a blink a pile of wriggling fish appeared on the floor.

On this wintery day, ice had formed on the creek surface. Yuan Zhaoxu could actually use only his hearing, back facing a layer of ice, and still be able to sense the trajectory of the swimming fish, then accurately catch one of the slippery things every time he stabbed out! Not even considering the martial skill needed, just the sharp hearing and accuracy required was something very few people in the world possessed.

"The lenok fish[1] in Green Pearl spring become even fatter during the winter. You and I are going to feast today." The person who used his unfathomable martial arts to spear fish had just turned his head, before he saw that the super motivated Meng Fuyao had already jumped up and gone to collect the fish.