Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

Liu Ruoruo was filled with anger and helplessness. She knew that she had offended someone she shouldn't have offended this time, and as a result, Miss Zhu became distant from her.

Yes, my father was only a minor official of the fifth rank, and my family was not good at business. Although we had some property, we could not afford to buy a house in this prosperous capital city.

This Zhuque Street is the most prosperous street in the inner circle. If we walk back like this, it will be dark by then.

Liu Ruoruo had no choice but to grit her teeth and go to the carriage company to hire a carriage. With her monthly salary of two taels of silver, she couldn't even afford a better carriage. Sitting in the simple carriage, the master and servant were almost shaken apart by the time they got home.

At this moment, her heart was filled with regret and helplessness. She knew that her behavior this time might bring her endless trouble.

After Linglong returned to the princess's mansion, she couldn't calm down for a long time.

She sat at the desk, picked up a pen, and wrote a letter to Yan Nansheng in detail about the Jiang sisters' visit to Beijing.

The tip of the pen rustled on the paper, as if telling the waves in her heart.

As she wrote, Linglong's thoughts involuntarily drifted to Murong Yi, whom she met during the day.

When she thought of Murong Yi, Murong Xuan, a man with a cool face but delicate mind, also appeared in her mind.

Linglong sighed slightly, with a complex emotion in her eyes.

"Tsk, I still feel unwilling..." Linglong murmured softly.

She still remembered that when she was rescued by Sheng'er, the five-year-old Sheng'er told her and her sisters that it was a tragedy of this world that the victims were guilty.

Sheng'er never thought they were dirty, and she never allowed them to look down on themselves.

At that time, the Yan family did not have such a prominent status as it does now, but little Sheng'er did her best to train them, just to let them remember how excellent they are and how much they are worth cherishing.

However, Linglong felt that she had let Sheng'er down.

She didn't want to test the man educated by this world. She was afraid of getting hurt and falling into endless pain again.

Thinking that Sheng'er would be returning to the capital at the end of the year, Linglong felt much better.

She seemed to see the heroic princess returning with glory and victory.

Linglong's mouth corners slightly raised, her heart full of anticipation.

At the same time, Murong Yi, who had returned to Murong's house, couldn't wait to go to Murong Xuan's yard.

His face was full of excitement, and as soon as he entered the yard he shouted loudly: "Brother! Guess who I met today?"

However, when he saw his cousin looking haggard but calm, he couldn't help but sneer.

"Why do you act like a ghost now? Is this still Murong Xuan, one of the six young masters in the capital?" Murong Yi frowned and said dissatisfiedly.

"Alas... Love makes people lose their reason, love makes people lose their souls, love..." Murong Yi said while shaking his head, trying to stimulate Murong Xuan.

"Get out!" Murong Xuan spat out a word coldly.

"Okay~" Seeing that his goal was achieved, Murong Yi turned around and left tactfully.

After his sarcastic voice gradually faded away, Murong Xuan slowly put down the upside-down book in his hand.

His eyes were empty as he stared at the candlelight on the table. The candlelight was reflected in his eyes, but there was no trace of life in it.

"Is she okay..." Murong Xuan whispered softly, his heart full of longing.

She is the only one who can be used by Murong Yi to stimulate him.

After walking a long way, the smile on Murong Yi's face gradually faded.

He knew that he couldn't let his elder brother become so depressed, but he couldn't do anything to help.

After all, he has no experience in pursuing women.

After all, with his immortal appearance, women are the ones chasing after him.

Murong Yi raised his head, shook the folding fan in his hand, and immediately shrank his neck because of the cold.

He sighed helplessly, secretly thinking about how to help his elder brother out of the predicament.

Time flies by, and before we know it, the end of the year is approaching.

Today is the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month. In this land, the emperor knows how to enjoy life very much. He would stop writing early on this day and would not resume court until the fifth day of the new year.

Zhuque Street is bustling with activity, and the strong festive atmosphere is everywhere.

The streets are decorated with lights and red lanterns hung high, like little suns, emitting warm and festive light.

The entrance of the store is filled with all kinds of New Year goods, including sweet candies, exquisite cakes, bright New Year pictures, festive couplets, and so on.

People are wearing colorful new clothes, some are bright red, symbolizing joy and auspiciousness; some are simple blue, appearing calm and majestic; and some are bright yellow, full of vitality.

The old people, wearing thick cotton-padded jackets and warm hats, strolled slowly on the streets, watching the lively scene with gratified smiles on their faces.

The children, wearing colorful cotton-padded jackets and cute tiger-head hats, were running around and playing in the crowd, eating the candied haws they had just bought with relish.

Young girls wearing beautiful long dresses gathered in groups of three or five in front of the stalls, selecting exquisite accessories and laughing happily from time to time.

The young men were wearing neat robes. Some were helping to carry New Year's goods, while others were chatting and laughing with friends.

In front of the candy stall, the children stared at the colorful candies, tugged at their parents' clothes, and acted coquettishly, wanting to buy some.

The parents smiled indulgently and picked out the flavors their children liked.

The owner of the New Year picture shop enthusiastically introduces various New Year pictures with auspicious meanings to customers, and customers carefully select them in the hope of adding a festive atmosphere to their homes.

Not far away, juggling and magic performances attracted a large number of onlookers.

The jugglers skillfully threw colored balls and played with swords and guns. Their thrilling movements drew cheers from the audience.

The magician was mysterious and unpredictable. He would produce a dove from his sleeve one moment and a bouquet of flowers from his hat the next, which amazed the audience.

People's eyes were filled with curiosity and excitement, and warm applause and cheers broke out from time to time.

The entire Suzaku Street is immersed in a joyful and peaceful New Year atmosphere.

On the bustling streets of the capital, Jufulou is as bustling as ever.

Several young men sat around a table, enthusiastically discussing the hottest topic of the moment.

"Have you heard that the Princess of the Warring States Period has returned to the capital, and this time she has brought back envoys from two countries." A young man in blue clothes spoke first, his eyes full of excitement and curiosity.

"Tsk, you are out of date." Another young man in red curled his lips in disdain. "What are the two countries? Our princess chopped off the heads of the royal families of Da Zhou and Tatar. Now Da Zhou and Tatar are both our Daqing territory!"

His voice rose slightly, full of pride.