[Zuzhou] Silver Blade

The capital of Shile, Cangluo.

Today is the New Year, and in the bright neon street market, apart from the rows of street lamps standing side by side, there are only a few sporadic literary men and women who brave the cold wind and come out to watch the snow.

At the end of the most prosperous Yudao Street in Cangluo, a magnificent white building is brightly lit. It is the place where Shile politicians and dignitaries often have banquets and gatherings - Mirage.

There was a lot of traffic in front of the mirage, and the dignitaries walked into this luxurious hotel with the elegant ladies on their arms, or their children who had not experienced much in the world.

A row of male greeters stood on the left and right sides of the door, bowed and bowed to every dignitary who walked into the mirage with smiles on their faces: "You are welcome."

It is now six o'clock in the evening, and there is still half an hour before the banquet in the mirage begins.

A black car draws an elegant arc before the curve of the hotel, and its headlights flicker in the snowy night.The greeters in front of the Mirage immediately stood up straight, and the leading male greeter trotted forward to the black car, and gave a standard military salute to the man who got off the driver's seat.

The man was wearing a dark blue military uniform, black leather boots, and a long sword with a black scabbard around his waist. High-ranking officers in the imperial army would be equipped with a saber to symbolize their status, but No one adorns a longsword with a black scabbard like a man.He didn't wear a military cap, but the general's cap was pressed under his arm.The man has a handsome face that is too feminine, with narrow and long eyebrows, thick eyelashes, rimless glasses framed on the bridge of the nose, just covering the pupils, the corners of his lips are sharp, but there is no trace of military in his gestures On the contrary, when he slightly opened his lips and smiled, he looked like a gentle scholar.But everyone has to salute him when they see him, because all the dignitaries in the empire clearly know one iron rule—don't do anything other than salute to Young Marshal Yun Baizhou of the Shadow Moon Army.

Yun Baizhou nodded to the greeter, he didn't pull out the car key, but walked straight into the mirage.Passing through the revolving door made of triple glazed glass, the cheerful music in the auditorium suddenly sounded, as if to welcome the unique young commander of the empire.

Immediately, a waiter approached Yun Baizhou respectfully with a tray, and handed Yun Baizhou the champagne that had just been poured into a goblet.Yun Baizhou nodded his thanks to the waiter with a slight smile. He is like this. Although he has a high-ranking military rank and is wrapped in a cold military uniform in front of everyone, his gestures are just right and gentle, making people want to approach him.

"Young Marshal is really honored to be here." Opposite Yun Baizhou, a middle-aged man walked with a smile, and with him came a pretty girl, who was wearing a white evening dress, and she was beautiful. All good looks are on display.

Yun Baizhou smiled and nodded: "Of course I want to come to the banquet held by General Bai, not to mention Miss Bai delivered the invitation to me in person." Yun Baizhou's eyes turned from the middle-aged man to the middle-aged man's hand , a girl with a blushing complexion.Yun Baizhou reached out and took another glass of champagne from the waiter's tray and handed it to the girl.

The girl's eyes lit up, she shyly took the champagne from Yun Baizhou, and thanked Yun Baizhou: "Thank you, Young Master Yun."

Yun Baizhou took a sip of champagne, and stretched out his hand to the girl. His fingers were slender, not like the hands of a soldier, but like the hands of a pianist. "Can I invite Miss Bai to dance with me?" Yun Baizhou asked with a smile.

Miss Bai was startled, and then joy floated on her blushing face.General Bai patted the girl's trembling hand lightly, telling his daughter not to be too nervous.Miss Bai timidly put her white-gloved hand in Yun Baizhou's. She glanced at her father and saw that General Bai was looking at her with encouraging eyes. Yun Baizhou stepped onto the dance floor together.

The men and women dancing on the dance floor separated in a split second, and Yun Baizhou led the girl to the center of the dance floor. The cheerful music was replaced by a melodious waltz. Everyone in the imperial capital knew that Young Marshal Yun favored lightness, An elegant and powerful waltz, and only this gentle and elegant young marshal of the empire can dance with breathtaking steps.

Miss Bai followed Yun Baizhou's steps, and she felt that she was a butterfly dancing around Yun Baizhou at this moment. She was deeply attracted by Yun Baizhou, and every flap of her wings was for this man.

"What a couple." A man in his 30s wearing a black military uniform walked beside General Bai, who was admiring his daughter and the young commander of the empire dancing on the dance floor.The man held a glass of wine in his hand, he shook his wrist slightly, then put the glass to his lips and took a sip of the rich and fragrant wine.

General Bai turned his head and looked at the man walking beside him, raised the champagne in his hand, and toasted the man from the air: "Yes, the seventh heir to the empire is a potential stock."

The man squinted his eyes and said with a light smile: "There are six people in front of him, and the general doesn't even look at them?"

"What do nephews think of those six people?" General Bai didn't answer the man directly, but threw him a question.

The man stopped laughing, his eyes became deep: "It's not worth him alone."

General Bai nodded in satisfaction: "I can trust my nephew's vision."

The man raised his hand to raise his glass to General Bai, and then drank the wine in the goblet in one gulp: "Uncle Shi is awsome."