bookrebus Chapter 300: Just fancy moves?
Chapter 300: Just fancy moves?
The selection of female military officers was over, and the eunuchs sent all the girls out of the palace and stood outside the palace gate.
"All the selected girls, you will be the pride of Dasheng." The words of the eunuchs were full of encouragement and support. "In the days to come, you will face more challenges and opportunities. But I believe that you will move forward courageously and live up to your youth."
The girls all showed a determined expression on their faces. They knew they still had a long way to go. But no matter what the future holds, they will go on bravely. Because they are female military attachés, warriors who protect their homes and their country.
As the night gradually fell, the stars twinkled in the sky. The girls gradually calmed down. They knew that their future would be full of challenges and opportunities, but they were ready. Because they were female military officers and brave warriors.
A few days later, Queen Xu Jiaoran held a banquet in the palace, imitating the Qionglin Banquet of the imperial examination, to congratulate the girls who passed the military examination.
As night falls, the imperial road in the palace exudes a solemn atmosphere.
In the palace where the lights are just coming on, a meeting ceremony for the newly selected female military officers is about to begin.
In the inner hall of the palace, a row of girls dressed in iron armor and holding long swords stood solemnly. Their armor shone with a tenacious light under the candlelight.
These twenty women are the best who have emerged from the rounds of selection. Their eyes are firm, and each of them is filled with indelible heroism.
A voice called out from the Queen's Palace. Xu Jiaoran straightened her clothes and strode into the hall with her head held high. Her steps were steady and her expression was solemn, revealing the majesty and grace of a superior.
"Girls, please take a seat." Xu Jiaoran's voice was like a spring breeze. Although it was a word of comfort, it carried a majesty that could not be ignored.
"Thank you, Queen." Twenty female military officers responded in unison, their voices sonorous and powerful.
"This selection is not only to strengthen the security of the palace, but also to select outstanding military officers to protect the people of our Song Dynasty."
Xu Jiaoran looked around, her gaze like a tempered sword, piercing through everyone's defenses.
"Everyone who has been selected is extremely brave. I hope that in the days ahead, you will work harder to cultivate your martial arts and make greater contributions to defending your country."
Her words were full of expectations and trust for future warriors.
"Although we are women, we are as capable as men." A female military attaché stepped forward, her voice full of confidence and determination, "We will live up to the expectations of the queen, defend the country, and protect the people."
Xu Jiaoran nodded slightly, with a glimmer of appreciation in her eyes: "Very good! Remember your words. As a military officer, you must not only be skilled in martial arts, but also care about the world and be determined to speak up for the people."
"Yes!" The female military officers answered in unison, their voices filled with determination and passion.
"The banquet has begun. Please follow me." Xu Jiaoran turned and walked towards the depths of the hall. Her steps were steady and graceful.
Following Xu Jiaoran's lead, twenty female military officers entered the inner hall one after another.
Xu Jiaoran sat upright on the dragon throne. Her eyes swept over each of the newly selected military officers, and a satisfied smile appeared on her face.
At the banquet, Xu Jiaoran asked them in detail about their backgrounds, experiences and future plans. These female military officers were not afraid of the stage at all, and they answered the queen's questions one by one, showing their intelligence and determination.
Xu Jiaoran felt very pleased looking at these twenty vigorous girls. She knew that these women would become an important force in defending the Song Dynasty. They not only possessed excellent martial arts, but also had firm beliefs and lofty ambitions.
As night fell and the lights came on, the lights in the inner hall of the palace were still as bright as day. The banquet was over and the girls dispersed.
On the third day after the banquet, Xu Jiaoran arranged the girls into the harem and made them responsible for patrolling and guarding the harem.
However, although the selection of female military officers seemed unprecedented, it was accompanied by those stubborn and conservative male guards, whose eyes were full of contempt and disdain.
They whispered to each other, their voices full of ridicule and mockery. The contempt for women in their eyes was as cold as ice, and their arrogant eyes seemed to say, "How can a woman take on such an important task?"
However, under this frost, Qinglian and Yao Miaoer noticed these male guards.
Their figures were as tall and straight as poplars, with a hint of heroism in their steps. Qinglian was dressed in gorgeous silver armor, and the determination on her face was as firm as a jade mountain. No matter how others ridiculed or mocked her, it was like the wind blowing across a calm lake, without causing a ripple.
Yao Miaoer was as gorgeous as a newly blooming peony. The sword in her hand seemed to be integrated with her. Her determination and perseverance were perfectly embodied in her.
"Humph," a male guard laughed contemptuously, "Women can also provide protection? I think they are just causing trouble."
His voice was like a sharp knife, piercing people's hearts. However, the female guards seemed to have not heard his words, and there was only determination and resoluteness in their eyes.
However, that does not mean they can ignore the contempt of others. Their hearts are as tough as a sharpened blade, and those cynicisms are just grindstones on their way forward. There is a fire burning deep in their hearts, which is the pursuit of justice and the adherence to responsibility.
"So what if I'm a woman?" Qinglian straightened her back, her voice as firm as stone. "There are countless female heroes in history. We don't have to be defined by gender."
Her voice was like a ray of morning light, dispelling the haze around her.
"Those fancy moves you women have are totally useless. Do you really expect you to protect the Queen? She still has to rely on us at the critical moment!" The male guards looked down on the female guards.
Yao Miaoer was a person with a quick temper. When she heard this, she instinctively stepped forward to confront him. However, someone was even more impatient than her and spoke first: "Let's have a competition, if you are capable?"
The one who said this was Qinglian.
The men's coarse words and wild remarks were like sudden thunder, exploding in the ears of the female guards. They showed off their "male power" that they thought was the best in the world, and their contemptuous eyes covered every beautiful woman holding a sword.
"What? You don't dare to compete?"
Qinglian's words were like the sound of the wind on the lake, calm but with a bit of firmness and pride. Her voice was not high-pitched, but like the melody on a zither, it passed through the quiet palace coldly and firmly.
"Why shouldn't we dare to use those fancy moves of yours?" The male guards laughed contemptuously.
At this moment, Yao Miaoer could only raise her eyebrows slightly. Although she was angry, she could not break this aura at will. She was waiting for Qinglian to give her the stage to show her strength.
The men looked arrogant and relaxed, as if they were watching a show. It was obvious that they did not really feel the threat posed by the woman in front of them.
However, Qinglian is not an ordinary delicate woman. Her words are gorgeous and contain unique courage and tenacity.
She raised her hand and drew her sword from its sheath. The light and shadow instantly merged with the night, like snowflakes dancing gently. Every blade and every move were the result of daily practice. In the midst of the flash of swords and shadows, the sword was already on a person's neck.