Fresh Clothes and Angry Horses Trample Chang'an

Name: Fresh Clothes and Angry Horses Trample Chang'an
Author: Dusk Snow Song

by Dusk Snow Song

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15Kwords7chapters

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About This Novel

Zhao Yifen was born into the most prominent Zhao family in Chang'an, but he lived like a wandering crane. He is proficient in music, good at playing chess, and understands tea ceremony. Even when he loses his temper, he has a certain sense of elegance. He is the white moonlight that all the ladies in the capital can only dream of. Everyone said that Mr. Zhao's sweetheart must be a noble lady from an aristocratic family who is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, and behaves elegantly. Until one day, someone saw Mr. Zhao, who had always been dignified and indifferent, grabbing a hot casserole with his bare hands with a face as cold as ice. The culprit, Yun Lan, was holding up a spear with an innocent look on his face: "Well... I just wanted to practice a new move." ------ When Yun Lan first entered Chang'an, she vowed to become the best shot in the world. She practices like crazy, practicing while eating, walking, and even cooking porridge. She thought that a noble man like Zhao Yifeng, who could not carry on his shoulders or lift with his hands, was the person she least needed to guard against. Until she discovered that this young man could not only play chess and drink tea, but also use his inner strength to help her sort out her meridians when she was practicing her marksmanship. He could clean the pot for her expressionlessly when she burned the bottom of the pot. He could even accurately hold the tip of her spear when she was sleepwalking in the middle of the night and nearly stabbed him while practicing her spear, and then said lightly: "Tomorrow, I will teach you something real in the cold pool in the back mountain." Yun Lan was stunned: "You... You know martial arts?" Zhao Yifeng glanced at her, his clothes fluttering, but there was a hidden meaning in his eyes that she couldn't understand: "Yun Lan, there are many things in this world that are more powerful than marksmanship."