The Humble Family's Daughter Has A Spatial Pocket!-Chapter 609 - 557 One Qin One Sword_2
Chapter 609: Chapter 557, One Qin One Sword_2
Chapter 609: Chapter 557, One Qin One Sword_2
With sword in hand, Xiao Yeyang’s aura suddenly changed; he was already a figure who stood out from the rest, but now he became even more eye-catching, almost as if he were the center of the world, rendering people unable to look away.
Granny Gu and Gu Jian were also watching Xiao Yeyang with faces full of pride.
After running through a set of swordsmanship, Xiao Yeyang’s breath was not the slightest bit disheveled, yet his eyes shone exceptionally bright, “Master Gu, this is the best sword I have ever seen in my life.”
Gu Jian hummed, his brows tinted with pride, “Of course, this sword is forged from meteoric iron, specially prepared by my father for my sister.”
Upon hearing this, Xiao Yeyang realized the preciousness of the sword, while Daohua looked at Granny Gu in surprise, “Granny used to practice swordsmanship when she was younger?”
Granny Gu smiled and shook her head, “Where would I have learned any swordsmanship? This sword and this zither were both part of the dowry my father prepared for me.” Her face turned bittersweet as she spoke, “Unfortunately, I never had a chance to use them.”
“Ah?!”
Daohua’s face stiffened, seeing that both Granny Gu and her own master’s expressions had turned somber, she felt a pang of guilt for bringing up their painful past.
Fortunately, Granny Gu’s moment of sadness passed quickly, and she smiled, gesturing for Daohua to look closer at the zither, “Look at the head of the zither.”
Daohua immediately looked down and soon saw three characters that were not very obvious, “Together – Always!”
Granny Gu smiled and nodded, then gestured for Xiao Yeyang to look at the sword in his hand.
Xiao Yeyang lifted the sword and then saw that engraved on the blade were also three characters: “Stay Together Forever!”
Granny Gu’s voice was tinged with a wistful smile, “The moment I was born my father had prepared this zither and sword for me, hoping that one day my husband could use his crafted sword to protect me and accompany me with harmony on the zither until old age, but in the end, it was all but a dream.”
Daohua and Xiao Yeyang listened silently, neither daring to speak.
After a moment of silence, Granny Gu looked at Daohua and Xiao Yeyang with a smile, “I won’t need these in this lifetime, now, I’m giving this zither and sword to you two.”
“Ah?”
Daohua hesitated, if it were an ordinary gift, she would have accepted without question, but the zither and the sword were clearly a pair, seeming like tokens of love, just accepting them seemed somewhat inappropriate.
Gu Jian glanced over with a sidelong look, “What’s this ‘ah’? You don’t want it when it’s offered to you?”
Daohua quickly shook her head, wanting to explain but not knowing how to begin. Just then, Xiao Yeyang spoke up, “Thank you, Granny, thank you, Master Gu. I really like this sword and will cherish it.” He glanced quickly at Daohua as he spoke.
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Granny Gu was truly too kind to him, seeing his affection for Daohua and even giving them such a significant gift, he was truly grateful.
Master Gu was Daohua’s master; in this way, his and Daohua’s affair now seemed to have the elder’s approval, so they could certainly be closer in their daily interactions without overstepping any bounds.
Daohua shot Xiao Yeyang, who was all smiles, a ‘don’t mention it’ look.
Looking at Granny Gu, who was smiling at her, Daohua stroked the ancient zither and felt moved. She smiled and said, “Thank you, Granny, I also like it very much.”
Seeing that Daohua had accepted the zither, Granny Gu’s eyes crinkled with laughter, and even Gu Jian’s eyes twinkled with mirth.
Granny Gu said, “As long as you like them, that’s good. The zither and the sword being in your hands now – they haven’t been dishonored.”
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After lunch, Granny Gu went to rest, and Gu Jian busied himself in the dispensary. Daohua, eager to try out the newly acquired ancient zither, saw Xiao Yeyang encourage her, “The music you played this morning was lovely, though it was too short; I didn’t get to hear enough. There’s nothing pressing at the moment, let’s go to the pavilion, and you can practice some more.”
Daohua nodded eagerly, “That’s exactly what I was thinking, let’s go.” She said, picking up the zither and heading out of the courtyard.
“Wait for me!”
Xiao Yeyang went back to his room to get the new sword, planning to perform a set of swordsmanship for Daohua later.
This morning, while performing his sword dance, he had accidentally noticed Daohua’s eyes shining as she watched him, utterly fascinated; it seemed as though she enjoyed watching him wield a sword.
Soon, the two arrived at Jiao Pavilion atop the hill.
Daohua placed the zither down and, looking up at Xiao Yeyang with a smile, she asked, “What piece would you like to hear?”
Xiao Yeyang said with a smile, “I like anything you play.”
Daohua gave him a playful glance, then lowered her head to pluck the zither strings.
The soothing and prolonged notes flowed from Daohua’s fingers, melding with the gentle breeze that swept over the hilltop, resonant and ethereal.
Xiao Yeyang, holding his treasured sword, leaned against a pillar, corners of his mouth lifted in a subtle smile, eyes brimming with a deep fondness, as he gazed unwaveringly at the figure playing the zither in the pavilion.
Daohua, while plucking the zither strings, occasionally looked up at Xiao Yeyang with a laugh.
De Fu stood outside the pavilion, utterly enthralled by the music, and whenever he saw his master and Miss Yan’s gazes intersect in the air, he could not help but grin knowingly.
The affections between his master and Miss Yan seemed to grow day by day, and even from afar, one could feel the sweet atmosphere flowing between them.
After a while, Xiao Yeyang suddenly left the pavilion, drew his sword from its scabbard, and began to dance with the sword beneath the peach trees.
Seeing this, Daohua’s eyebrows rose, and the plucking of her fingers quickened, as the zither’s melody suddenly changed from soothing and lingering to powerful and unrestrained, becoming more vigorous and heroic.
Xiao Yeyang, upon hearing the change, curled his lips into a smirk, matching the speed and complexity of his sword dance to the rhythm of the music.
Below the peach trees, petals fluttered, the young man was carefree and spirited, and the young woman smiled charmingly.
