"After the Six Harmonies Spear defeated General Zhang He, seek out A Dou's Second Royal Mother. And from within came the sound of weeping..."
Onstage, Yao Tai Feng played Zhao Yun in a male role. Singing in a woman's voice with the Dragon-Tiger Voice, she not only showed no incongruity, but brought Zhao Zilong's handsome heroism vividly to life.
White robes, silver spear, phoenix eyes brimming with might—she danced until the audience's eyes blurred, like pear blossoms lashed by a torrential rain.
In succession, she skewered more than fifty great generals of Cao's army. With her silver spear in hand, she galloped across the battlefield, charging seven times in and seven times out amid ten thousand troops, with scarcely an opponent who could withstand a single exchange.
For a moment, it truly felt as though Zhao Zilong had been reborn, real enough to pass for the genuine article.
A trace of admiration appeared in Zhou Sheng's eyes, along with a trace of curiosity.
Such an exquisite spear technique was certainly no empty flourish, but genuine skill—the real ability to take the field and kill enemies.
Yao Tai Feng was not only a master of opera, but an expert in martial arts as well.
Who had taught her such skills?
After fighting her way out of the Changban encirclement, she held the young lord in her arms. The scholar's helmet atop her head had fallen during the bitter battle, and her raven-black hair spilled loose like ink flung across a startled swan.
Yet the Killing Intent between her brows did not diminish, but instead grew stronger, while her eyes shone bright as mirrors.
Where silver armor split, black hair danced; a daughter's courage illuminated a thousand autumns.
For some reason, a line of poetry surfaced in Zhou Sheng's heart. Yao Tai