Gone With The Bustling World - Chapter 61
Translator: Antonia
Three days.
For a good three days!
Duke Fang and the Cloud Cavalry seemed to have evaporated in the world, leaving no trace.
Everyday, Xiao Qingyu sat on the highland of the Sukesa Plain and waited quietly, for the galloping red in dust, for the man in silver armor telling him, “Qingyu, I’m back…”
Between the blue sky and deserted land, under his feet swayed a yellow blossom in wind… Xiao Qingyu sat in the wheelchair, still in spotless white, gazed into the distance where Fang Junqian left…
All the Bafang generals saw the scene which thus froze into eternity…
“Childe, it’s been three days…” A young general was restless, “Duke and others… Could they win?”
Xiao Qingyu was gentle as jade, replying in a convincing voice, “Yes, they will return with triumph.”
The young general didn’t know why his Childe was so confident and couldn’t wait to ask, “How do you know?”
Xiao Qingyu smiled and didn’t answer.
He just looked far into yonder at the thousands of miles desolate mountains and river. The blood-color setting sun rendered the tiny blossom with bitterness. Under his feet, the bright blossom flickered. In wind, Xiao Qingyu’s white clothes danced up and down, as if he was going to fly away.
Of course you’ll come back safely, because I’m here waiting for you…
Fang Junqian disappeared for seven days, and Xiao Qingyu waited on the highland for seven days.
Until the dawn seven days later, on the horizon a few leaping black dots surfaced suddenly. Then there were more of them…five…ten…forty…eighty…
“Childe!! That’s—” The generals beside him were too excited to speak!
He watched them stumbling and getting nearer.
Xiao Qingyu held his breath and clenched his fingers…
He saw Fang Junqian, with a pale face and full of blood stain on his clothes, who was looking up to the highland and smiling at Xiao Qingyu.
The eighty-four cavalries behind him also smiled tiredly, but there was zeal in their eyes. Their voice was husk and weary, “Childe…”
Xiao Qingyu appeared impassive, but his trembling fingers shouted out joy and excitement.
He saw Fang Junqian strode over in his stiff legs and approached him step by step.
Then, he heard that sentence, “Qingyu…I’m back…”
Xiao Qingyu took a deep breath, slowly arching his lips and displaying a smile prettier than a flower, “… It’s good to see you again.”
Gradually, the highland was teemed with Bafang generals and soldiers who stood closely to each other, forming a vast black patch. Everyone’s face flushed with excitement.
Suddenly—someone began to yell, “Heaven bless Duke Fang; Heaven bless Childe!”
“Heaven bless Duke Fang; Heaven bless Childe! Bafang is invincible!!—”
At first only a few shouted, but gradually, the whole Sukesa Plain was hailing cheerfully in unison, alerting birds and encouraging horses to neigh together.
“Heaven bless Duke Fang; Heaven bless Childe! Bafang is invincible!!—”
At the final of Kuanglan Battle, Childe Wushuang’s Cloud Cavalry turned over the situation and forced the Slaughter Alliance to retreat thirty miles. Duke Fang Junqian launched a secret attack on the enemy’s camp and chopped down the commander’s flag, which wavered their morale.
In the mess, the enemy soldiers tried to escape, and many died from being trampled.
Fang Junqian led the cavalries and chased them three hundred miles away, in a cryptic unpredictable manner. The Slaughter Alliance was anxious all day and suffered a great casualty.
Yi Feisa, head of the Alliance, was shot to death by Duke Fang in chaos. As the enemy lost its general commander, the Alliance began to collapse at once!
Bafang Army turned the tables and gained the great triumph!
On the third day after Kuanglan Battle, all Bafang soldiers and generals wore plain clothes, sprinkled wine and burned incense to pray for their fellows that had sacrificed in war.
In the camp, Xiao Qingyu dipped the writing brush into ink and wrote something.
Duke Fang suddenly sprang out behind him, “What are you writing?” He took a look, “Are you writing a song?” The melody was finished, and the lyrics finished a half.
Duke Fang was a musician and made a wicked smile after humming some of it, “Let me finish the rest of the lyrics.”
Saying that, he leaned down over his back, reached out to hold the pen in Xiao Qingyu’s hand. The two were close enough to hear each other’s breath.
As if finding the pose too intimate, Xiao Qingyu looked a little weird and dazed.
The writing brush motioned like a snake, and ink spread on the paper little by little, as the soft tip wandered on.
“Qingyu…” Fang Junqian’s voice was a little muffled.
“Yes?”
“Sing this together with me.”