Female special forces soldiers in ancient times

In the hazy dawn of early autumn, the rising sun casts only a faint glow across the horizon.

Inside the Grand Marshal's Mansion, the courtyard is deep and spacious, with lush greenery in front of the blue brick steps.

Neatly arranged gray-white floor tiles, and rows of begonias leaning against the steps.

On both sides, there were still a few pots of hibiscus with remaining flowers clinging to their branches, their petals trembling gently with morning dew.

Occasionally, a few half-yellowed leaves would swirl down and fall onto the floor tiles.

Just then, a gentle autumn breeze blew by, causing the leaves to flutter softly.

"drink......"

Suddenly, a young girl dressed in purple tight-fitting clothes leaped into the air, sword in hand.

With a delicate shout, she swung her sword mid-air, her entire being moving like a dragon emerging from the sea.

It was a swift and powerful movement, executed in one fluid motion, until she landed.

The sword thrusts eastward, its tip cleaving the wind, its killing intent piercing straight through the blade.

The sword slashes westward, its blade whipping in the wind, its chilling aura overwhelming.

He drew his sword and slashed southward, the sword's momentum as fast as lightning, leaving only a blur;

He turned and slashed westward, the sword humming, and a murderous aura filled the courtyard.

"Miss, here you go! Hehe, your swordsmanship has been getting better and better lately."

A maid dressed in light gray saw her sheathe her sword.

He quickly ran over to her with a joyful expression.

He then handed a hot towel to the girl in purple.

With a flick of her wrist, the girl in purple handed the longsword to the maid, while gently taking the hot towel with her other hand.

He raised his hand to wipe the thin layer of sweat from his forehead, which softened even the sharpness in his brows.

She then handed the towel back to the maid, smoothing her wind-blown hair with her fingertips.

A faint smile curved her lips, her voice still slightly breathless from practicing swordsmanship.

"Little Silver, today is the forty-ninth day since my father's death."

"Are all the sacrificial items I asked you to prepare yesterday ready?"

Xiao Yin quickly took the sword and nodded with a smile, saying, "Don't worry, Miss."

I prepared it as you instructed yesterday.

The sandalwood is the old mountain sandalwood you specifically requested, and the paper money and gold leaf are neatly folded.

There was also the celadon wine cup that the warlord loved most during his lifetime.

They were also polished until shiny and placed in a food container.

"Okay, that's good. Let's go have breakfast first."

Upon hearing this, the girl in purple nodded and smiled faintly again.

He walked briskly ahead.

The girl in purple led Xiao Yin forward quickly, and soon they arrived at the old locust tree in front of the main dining hall.

Suddenly, a soft sound came from beside him, and a man wearing a blue cloth short jacket...

A young servant boy with a gray apron tied around his waist was running quickly towards them.

His bangs were stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his cheeks were flushed.

He was still noticeably out of breath when he got close.

With one hand supporting her waist, the other held a plain-colored envelope aloft.

His voice trembled slightly from his rapid breathing: "Miss,

A letter from the military, sent by someone from within the military.

The girl in purple nodded slightly, paused, and looked up at him.

The boy quickly handed her the envelope, and after she took it, he bowed respectfully.

Without saying anything more, he turned around and retreated along the same path.

His silhouette still carried a slight sway from running.

The girl in purple, clutching the letter, stepped into the dining hall.

The interior furnishings were simple yet exuded an air of elegance.

In the center stood a heavy, long table made of rosewood.

The desktop was polished smooth and shiny, reflecting the surrounding light and shadow;

On both sides are eight vermilion carved round stools, with dark velvet cushions on the seats.

Several celadon ornaments were displayed on the antique shelf against the wall.

Two screens painted with landscapes stood in the corner, dividing the room with a touch of elegance.

Breakfast was already laid out in the center of the long table, with four plates of delicate pastries arranged on a silver tray:

The osmanthus cake is translucent white, adorned with golden osmanthus fragments; the mung bean cake has a pale green hue.

The cloud-shaped cake is as thin as a cicada's wing, and there is also a plate of flaky walnut shortbread.

Next to it was a bowl of thick white porridge.

There were also two bowls, one containing stir-fried seasonal vegetables and the other containing richly colored braised meat.

The girl in purple walked straight to the head of the long table and sat down in the master chair covered with a dark-patterned brocade cushion.

Xiao Yin quickly stepped forward, holding the bowl of white porridge in both hands, and handed it to her.

She took the bowl of porridge with one hand and opened the plain-colored letter with the other.

He lowered his head and sipped the warm white porridge with a silver spoon.

He read the letter word by word, sentence by sentence.

After taking a sip of porridge, she put down the porcelain bowl in her hand.

His brows furrowed slowly, and his lips pressed into a straight line.

But the girl in purple quickly regained her composure, folded the letter back up, and put it back into the envelope.

"Xiao Yin, why haven't we reached Su Zining yet? Is he still not up?"

When the girl in purple suddenly asked, Xiao Yin quickly forced a smile back by pursing her lips.

Her voice was soft and gentle: "Miss, young master, young master is still sleeping in."

I've already sent someone to fetch him."

As soon as he finished speaking, he muttered to himself: Young Master, Young Master...

You'd better pray for yourself in a moment!

As expected, the girl in purple was instantly enraged upon hearing this.

He quickly got up and walked outside, saying, "Go and get me the chicken feathers."

The girl in purple stormed off to the west, her feet dangling from the cracks in the gray-blue paving stones, where light green moss was embedded.

Several half-withered green vines climbed under the eaves; when the wind blew,

The vine leaves rustled as they brushed against the vermilion pillars.

The clump of bamboo in the corner of the courtyard still exudes a vibrant green, while a few withered leaves fall onto the bluestone slabs under the eaves.

Her quick footsteps echoed as she stomped over them, the crisp sound mingling with the rhythm of her footsteps, even more urgent than when she was practicing her sword earlier.

She reached Su Zining's door in just a few steps, and with a lift of her foot...

The wooden door was kicked open with a "bang," and sawdust mixed with the warm fragrance of the room wafted out.

She didn't rush in, but stood by the threshold.

When Little Silver caught up from behind, panting and carrying a feather duster...

He snatched the broom handle and stepped into the house.

Inside, the bed curtains were half-drawn, and Su Zining lay sprawled on the bed.

Her dark hair was scattered on the pillow, and she kept swallowing saliva.

His brows relaxed, as if he were dreaming of eating something delicious.

Her calves were exposed outside the brocade quilt, swaying gently with her breath.

The girl in purple stepped forward and yanked back his blanket.

With a flick of the wrist, the bamboo handle of the feather duster snapped with a "snap."

It was slapped on Su Zining's thigh.

"Hey... Su Zihan, you, you, you..."

Su Zining sat up abruptly, screaming repeatedly.

Su Zihan gripped the bamboo handle of the feather duster, put her hands on her hips.

Her almond-shaped eyes widened, her murderous gaze fixed on Su Zining like ice.

"What did I tell you last night? Today is the forty-ninth day since our father's death."

I told you to get up early, but you...

The sun's practically high in the sky, and you're still sprawled out in bed!

Su Zining, who had just been whipped with a bamboo handle and was wincing in pain, was rubbing her reddened thigh and groaning.

Upon hearing this, she hurriedly grabbed her undergarments from the bedside and put them on.

He muttered under his breath, "Ouch, that hurts so much! You hit me so hard!"

Su Zihan, are you really my sister?

"I'm not your biological sister."

The moment these words reached Su Zihan's ears, she stepped forward without saying a word.

He raised the feather duster, and the bamboo handle smacked him on his exposed buttocks with a "smack".

"Ouch!" Su Zining jumped in pain, her undergarment askew.

He clutched his butt and stomped his feet, tears welling in his eyes from the pain.

"I'll get up! I'll get up! Okay, I'll get up now!"

Xiao Yin, who had come in to serve him, saw Su Zining's miserable state.

Her face was already flushed from holding it in, and she really didn't dare to laugh out loud in the room.

She quietly retreated to the courtyard gate, turned her back to the door, and clutched her stomach.

He laughed, his shoulders twitching.