Gu Zhuting stood in front of Yang Fan's door with a red face. She paced back and forth for a long time, but she couldn't enter. Her mind was in a mess, and she kept thinking about what Ah Nu had said. There were two maids in green next to her who looked at her curiously and walked past her, but she ignored them.
Originally, she was afraid to meet people because she was afraid of being gossiped. But now, everyone thought that something had happened between her and Yang Fan. Her father thought so, her mother thought so, and so did her stupid brothers. She thought that the maids in Yang Mansion were just gossiping behind her back. But now, even Ah Nu asked her to recognize her as her sister in front of her.
So, what was the point of hiding? She was not afraid of being bitten when there were too many fleas, dead pigs were not afraid of boiling water, and debts were not worth worrying about … But … why did she become timid when she stood in front of Yang Fan's door?
"Why did Ah Nu say that? Did Ah Lang say something to her? But Ah Lang … Does Ah Lang really like me? "Gu Zhuting thought in her heart. She couldn't believe it, but she was also a little flattered.
"Ahem, who's outside?"
Suddenly, Yang Fan's voice came from the room. Gu Zhuting was shocked. She didn't have time to think and stepped in. "Ah Lang!"
Gu Zhuting stood straight in the room, but her legs couldn't help twitching uncontrollably. "Ah Lang," "Ah Lang …"
"Miss Gu, you're here. Sit down." Yang Fan smiled and pointed to the seat next to him. Gu Zhuting stood still, but her legs were still trembling. Yang Fan struggled to sit up. Seeing this, Gu Zhuting tried her best to guide her two legs to walk over and sit on the side of the bed.
Yang Fan lay on the couch with his hands crossed in front of his chest. He pondered for a while, as if he had something to say, but it was inconvenient for him to say it.
Seeing this, Gu Zhuting's heart beat faster. She wanted to listen but was afraid to. She still maintained her sitting posture, but her buttocks gradually rose and hung on the chair. She was ready to escape at any time. She didn't look like a heroine who sneaked into a heavy ambush at the age of thirteen and took the head of a commander-in-chief.
"That night … did I cry?" Gu Zhuting was dumbfounded. She never expected that Yang Fan would ask such a question after hesitating for a long time. Looking at Yang Fan's expectant eyes, she suddenly shook her head and said, "No, Ah Lang was just drinking at that time."
Yang Fan heaved a sigh of relief and quickly nodded. "I think so too, I think so too. Then … I didn't say anything nonsense, did I?"
"No, Ah Lang was just enjoying the moon and drinking. Then … he fell asleep. He didn't say anything …"
"That's good, that's good," Yang Fan repeatedly said.
Gu Zhuting's eyes gradually curved into crescent moons. Ah Lang was so interesting. He indulged himself when he was drunk, but when he sobered up, he found it shameful. She felt that this Sect Master was not scary at all.
Everyone goes through a process of getting to know each other. At first, Young Master Jiang was an unattainable figure in her heart. But when she found that he was not scary at all, all that was left was hatred. But the one in front of her … only made her feel that he was cute.
Suddenly, Gu Zhuting thought of something, and her heart sank. Her eyes, which were curved like crescent moons, dimmed. If he didn't say anything, wouldn't that mean that she would have to take back the words that made her fantasies run wild for the past few days? But in the face of Yang Fan's expectant eyes, she couldn't bring herself to refuse.
"Ahem! I was drunk at that time. Did I sleep on your lap? "
"No, no, Ah Lang was clearly sleeping on …"
Gu Zhuting hurriedly denied, but Yang Fan looked at her and said very seriously, "That's right! I remember that I did sleep on your lap. "
Gu Zhuting was confused. She didn't understand what Yang Fan meant at all. Yang Fan smiled and said, "These days, some maids and old women at home have been gossiping, right?"
"No, no …"
Yang Fan waved his hand and said, "Let them chew. Don't take it to heart. I slept on my own woman's lap. What's wrong with them?"
"Ah Lang is right … Ah!"
Gu Zhuting sat back on the chair. Her legs suddenly turned into noodles, and her body seemed to have lost all its bones. If it weren't for her back, she would have slipped to the ground. She was like a frightened rabbit, trembling with fear and trepidation, "Ah Lang … What … What did he say?"
Yang Fan gazed at her. His eyes were very gentle. In her eyes, it was like the moon that night, sometimes bright, sometimes hazy. Gu Zhuting wanted to look but didn't dare to. Under the flickering gaze, she desperately thought, Am I dreaming? Am I dreaming like the night before, the night before, and last night …?
Yang Fan said softly, "I understand your feelings. But for some inexplicable reasons, I have been hesitant and overcautious. Or should I say … it's dispensable. What's shameful is that all this is because I know you won't make any other choice, so I enjoy it with a clear conscience … "
Gu Zhuting didn't hear what he said at all. The sweetness after bitterness was far stronger than the feeling of success when the conditions were right. She felt as if she had drunk a jar of Jiannan wine in one go. Her whole head was dizzy. She secretly pinched her thigh. It was very painful. Sure enough, she wasn't dreaming.
Yang Fan said, "But ask yourself, if you really made any other choice, or if God gave you an irreversible ending, would I be disappointed? Would I regret it? Would I be sad? So, I said … I'm really a bastard. Now, I said it. You can refuse me, but at least I won't regret it anymore. "
Speaking up to here, his heart felt miserable again. There was a deep wound in his heart, and the pain was heart-wrenching. He wanted to bury that wound deep, and he didn't want to suffer the same pain again. He stared at Gu Zhuting and asked in a deep voice, "Are you willing?"
"I … I'm willing!"
Gu Zhuting mustered all the strength in her body to say her answer. Then, her tears flowed like a spring. She didn't know why she was crying. In short, only by letting the tears flow would she feel better.
… …
Outside the Yang Residence, two ox carts came to a stop. The guards on horseback looked around warily.
Along the way, they had already noticed the owner of a small food stall at the entrance of the alley. There were two peddlers selling dates and cakes in the alley. There were also a few passersby who 'happened' to pass by the alley. There were three old women sitting on a stool doing needlework in front of the house. They were all first-rate martial arts experts.
This alley had been under the constant management of Yang Fan in the two years after he became the Sect Master. Now, it had long become a dragon's lair and a tiger's den. It didn't look like the strength that Yang Fan had publicly displayed. The Gu family and the few Succession Hall guards in the Yang Residence were all top-notch martial arts experts.
The current situation made them shudder. If the other party wanted to make things difficult for them, it wouldn't be easy for them to escape unscathed. Shen Mu didn't seem to care. When he got out of the cart, there was a faint smile on his face. He looked very relaxed. Although this person did not know the slightest bit of martial arts, his boldness, courage, wisdom, and courage were undoubtedly outstanding among the people.
"Young Master Cui, please!"
Shen Mu smiled and gestured to Cui Lin, who was walking out of the other cart. Then, they walked side by side to the Yang Residence. Cui Lin used both carrot and stick and finally invited Shen Mu. However, he was worried that the two of them would fight again after a few words, so he also came.
"May I ask who you two are …"
The doorman of the Yang Residence, Mo Xuanfei, immediately came to greet them. He looked at the two of them and thought to himself, "This young master looks a little familiar. I think he came to my house a few days ago."
Cui Lin said, "I am Cui Lin of Qinghe. This is my friend. Today, we came together to pay a visit to the master of the residence. Could I trouble you to inform him? "
Mo Xuanfei said, "Unfortunately, my master is ill and won't be seeing any guests today. Please come again another day."
How could Cui Lin believe him? He thought that Yang Fan had already instructed the doorman to refuse on the pretext that he was sick. Immediately he was very unhappy. He frowned and said, "A few days ago when I came to your mansion, Erlang was still well, why did he suddenly fall sick? What illness does he have? "
Mo Xuanfei thought, "This guest is so unreasonable. Just tell you that the master is not feeling well and you can just leave. Why are you still asking what illness he has? Are you a doctor? My master is sick on the horse … oh no, the bed. Can I tell you? "
Mo Xuanfei's face darkened and said, "Is it the way of a guest to ask for the root of the matter?"
Cui Lin said, "Today, I must meet Erlang with this friend of mine. Can a doorman like you make the decision for the master? Ask him to come out and greet us! "
"Ha! How arrogant! "
Mo Xuanfei rolled his eyes and retorted, "Who the hell do you think you are? Let me tell you, if the Yang Family's Master is willing to meet anyone, even if it's just a vegetable seller, Ah Lang will personally welcome him because he's an old acquaintance of Ah Lang's, and Ah Lang cherishes old friendships. If it's someone that Ah Lang doesn't want to see, unless you are the current emperor, we can't stop you. Don't come to my house and put on airs. Get out! "
Cui Lin was born in a rich family. No matter where he went, the master would greet him. This was the first time he was scolded by a servant. He was so angry that his face turned red. He said angrily, "Is Yang Fan not willing to let this matter go? Good, good, good! Tell him to bear all the consequences himself! "
Cui Lin turned to leave after saying that, but Shen Mu pulled him back and called his courtesy name with a smile, "Bo Ru, please calm down."
Shen Mu turned his head to Mo Xuanfei and said, "Our master is ill, we have come at the wrong time. However, this matter is of great importance. Little Brother, your desire to protect the Patriarch is commendable, but this is not something you can make the decision on. Go and inform the Patriarch that Shen Mu has come to visit. If the Patriarch really refuses to see you, I will leave immediately and not make things difficult for you."
Mo Xuanfei's expression softened. He looked at him first and then at Cui Lin and nodded, "You're a reasonable person. Alright, I'll go. Wait for me!"
Mo Xuanfei turned and walked towards the back of the house. Cui Lin said angrily, "Outrageous, he said he wanted to meet you, but now he's pretending to be ill."
Shen Mu's eyes flickered and he said lightly, "Bo Ru, don't be angry. In my opinion, Erlang is really ill."
Cui Lin glared at him and said, "You believe such an excuse?"
Shen Mu smiled and said, "If it was an excuse, this doorman would have chased him away directly. Do you think he would dare to go back and report a few good words?"
Cui Lin was shocked. He thought to himself, "No wonder he has today's achievements. I'm not as good as him in terms of observation." For a moment, his arrogance faded.
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