"I'm so jealous!" Shang Wu wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth.
Cold Fairy slapped her hand away, stood up, took several deep breaths, and then looked at her with a slightly reproachful gaze.
To be fair, Shang Wu is right.
Shang Wu was tall and strong, with broad shoulders and a thick waist compared to ordinary women, resembling the plump beauty of the Tang Dynasty.
Ying Bing was about the same height as her, but tall and slender, with a graceful figure like a willow in the wind. Combined with her aloof appearance, she was the epitome of noble elegance and serene beauty.
Therefore, in terms of magnanimity, Shang Wu is superior.
However, the visual effect is not like that at all...
"Don't do that again next time." Ying Bing, her face stiff Ice Block, trying to calm herself down from the strange feeling she had just experienced.
"Okay, just kidding."
Shang Wu rubbed her hands; despite her advanced age, she seemed to be trying to get away with it by being cute.
"I'm just curious, you've grown up so well, I wonder if you can still wear that dress."
"What clothes?" Ying Bing's eyes instinctively widened in alarm.
Little Li the Gentleman a vulgar gentleman, how good can his Shang Wu be?
However, she misunderstood this time. Shang Wu took out a magnificent Hundred Birds Skirt from the Sumeru Object.
"Isn't it pretty? Here, it's yours. You'll definitely look good in it."
Shang Wu took out his wine gourd, took two sips, and squinted his eyes.
"The fabric of this dress is extraordinary; I won't be going on stage at this grand event, so I won't need it."
Ying Bing gently rubbed the cuffs of the dress; the material felt like silk, but to the touch it was fine feathers.
And it's not just one type, but hundreds or even thousands.
She recognized each of them to some extent; they came from hundreds of rare birds, specifically the fine feathers under their wings. Most of these species are now extinct in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
It is impossible to make a second one of these dresses.
She shook her head and pushed the skirt back.
"I won't be able to wear it anymore after I turn 18. If you don't want it, I might just take it and exchange it for alcohol someday."
Seeing Ying Bing lower her eyes in thought, Shang Wu put her hands on her hips and gently coaxed her:
"Hmph, and those young girls, each one of them dresses up with great care, hoping that Xiao Mo will take a second look. He's so curious, aren't you afraid he'll be blinded by all that?"
"Thanks."
Ying Bing was taken aback, the hesitation on her face vanished, and she lowered her eyes to accept it.
The earnest thanks were still ringing in her ears when Shang Wu had already lost her composure and couldn't maintain her facade of seriousness any longer.
"We're family, no need for thanks. Consider it a betrothal gift."
"Repair?"
"Oh, you two aren't married yet? Right, right, I've been looking at too many picture books lately... You should give it a try." Shang Wu patted the back of her head.
The Cold Fairy was admiring the dress intently, so she could pretend she only heard the second half of the sentence.
The Hundred Birds Skirt is similar in style to the Horse Face Skirt, but it is more exquisite and eye-catching, and slightly shorter in length.
This dress was made when the Bronze Divine Tree still stood between heaven and earth, where Hundred Birds perched, breathing in harmony with the heavens and earth, and governing the flow of all things.
Therefore, it truly embodies the essence of heaven and earth and gathers the spirit of all things, and its beauty has remained undiminished even after the passage of time.
Ying Bing is 1.76 meters tall and will soon be 18, which is about the same age as the owner of the dress when she got it.
After changing, she stepped out from behind the screen and stood in the sunlight. A hazy sunlight shimmered on her skirt. The skirt was a little short, even shorter for her, so that her fair and slender legs were only partially covered above the knees by the hem. The jade hairpin in her dark hair was just right.
This was a minor accident.
However, the waning moon is the most beautiful, which adds a touch of lively grace to the Cold Fairy's ethereal beauty without being out of place.
Oh, by the way.
Beneath the skirt, her legs were clad in Pearl White Lotus Silk... Whose life was she trying to kill?
So that's where the term "Immortal Spirit Qi" comes from...
However, she, who is usually calm, was unusually nervous.
Is this appropriate?
"Looking straight ahead and sideways, in the midday sun and in the shadows, everyone is the same color, resembling a hundred birds..." Shang Wu murmured.
"Well said."
"That's not what I said."
Shang Wu's seriousness lasted only a few words before a smile suddenly appeared on her lips, "Don't even mention Li Mo, I couldn't handle it. Wouldn't he be blinded by a ghost and have blood streaming down his face? Little Bing, quick, let me take another look!"
She launched another sneak attack without any semblance of order.
But Ying Bing was prepared this time, and with a light movement, she dodged and went out of the room.
I don't know if they wanted to escape the clutches of Shang Wu, or if they wanted to see the way that childish brat looked with his eyes glazed over.
Shang Wu lowered her eyes to look down.
Sunlight streamed through the openwork of Wanchun Pavilion, casting wisps of dust within the rays of light and illuminating the crisscrossing staircases with a play of light and shadow.
A girl exuding Immortal Spirit Qi, lifting her skirt, descended the steps.
She passed through beams of light, and the smile on her beautiful face became clearer, like the first blooming beauty in the world, welcoming the wind and light.
"Tun ton ton..."
Shang Wu took a sip of wine, her carefree demeanor from before completely gone, and even her narrowed almond-shaped eyes seemed to glaze over.
Late Shang Dynasty.
The most beloved daughter of the Shang Emperor, she was unruly and mischievous, disregarding the spirits of Hundred Birds and even daring to pluck the feathers of rare and divine birds.
Everyone says she is spoiled and arrogant, and has no respect for anyone.
But Emperor Shang not only did not punish her, but also offered sacrifices to Heaven. After receiving Heaven's approval, he wove a skirt for her from the feathers of Hundred Birds as a coming-of-age ceremony.
It was named 'Hundred Feathers Crimson Illumination'.
When the dress was finished, she ran proudly and excitedly across the royal corridor and threw herself into her father's arms.
What did Father Emperor say back then?
"I want to show all the courtiers what kind of divine bird can compare to my daughter's elegance and grace."
"Walk!"
The proud yet joyful voice still lingers in my ears.
Shang Wu was taken aback. Wasn't that voice off?
She ran to the window, only to see Little Li protectively pulling Cold Fairy into the car, not allowing anyone else to see.
Then he waved and told everyone to set off; the convoy was already moving.
"Hey, you heartless brat, I haven't even gotten on the bus yet!"
Inside the train carriage.
Little Li, for one, didn't hear the call at all; he was completely oblivious to everything around him, his mind solely focused on the Ice Block.
He's even forgotten how to breathe; what else do you expect him to remember?