"Brother Qiao, how do you think I am doing at embroidery?"
She smiled and held Yun Zhonghe's collar in her hands. Ninety-nine and eighty-one holes had been poked in the face of the lewd thief, just enough to embroider a flower.
The man clapped his hands and laughed. It was Qiao Feng. He stood up and praised:
"Wonderful, wonderful! Hua Xiaomei's move is really unbreakable. It can be said to be the best move in ancient and modern times!"
Many years later, on that day, there was a loud thunder and lightning, and she blocked A'Zhu's fatal blow. Xiao Feng watched her helplessly, as her light and fluttering figure fell from the bluestone bridge, her new white clothes stained with blood.
——Brother Xiao, I only wish that you and sister A'Zhu would ride horses and herd cattle outside Yanmen Pass, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, and never remember the unnecessary person Hua Wuhai again in your life.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
