Yuan Zhaoxu watched as Meng Fuyao ran away like a bird, disappearing into the pale yellow of the autumn mountains. He smiled silently and strolled towards the Grand Tutor's horse.
"Take your time with the carriage. Pull Qi Xunyi to the capital. I'll take her first so that she won't be in their line of sight and cause trouble."
The Grand Tutor looked at Yuan Zhaoxu with squinted eyes, as if he was looking at a very satisfied nephew. He stroked his beard and smiled.
"Where to?"
"To the capital as well. I'm here to make use of your trip to Taiyuan Emperor's birthday celebration to make contact with Qi Xunyi. How could I miss this opportunity?"
"Hehe … Up to you."
"I heard that he's here for the birthday celebration."
"Huh? Isn't he under house arrest in Tiansha Capital? Is the Tiansha Emperor willing to let him out? "
"The Flood Dragon is trapped in the wild for a while, but when the opportunity arises, it will rise again." Yuan Zhaoxu turned around and looked at the western horizon thoughtfully. His expression was filled with yearning and a smile, making him look even more radiant. "And the great wind that sweeps through the five continents and waves the four seas is about to rise …"
*****
"Why do we have to leave the main group?" Meng Fuyao quickly started a fire and skinned a pheasant with a dagger. "And why do I have to go with you?"
Yuan Zhaoxu was leaning against an old tree, lying comfortably on a pile of clean fallen leaves. Lord Ingot was still plucking the fallen leaves with his butt in the air, piling them on his master in an ingratiating manner.
Its posture was weird and nasty. It faced Yuan Zhaoxu and pushed the leaves in front of him, its fat and short hind legs kicking the broken leaves and dust backward. Behind it was Meng Fuyao.
At first, she didn't want to argue with a petty pet, but after a few mouthfuls of ash, she realized that some animals didn't know when to stop. They were too bold and too thin for their brains. She tore off a leg from the pheasant and stuffed it into Ingot's mouth when he wasn't paying attention.
The vegetarian immediately ran to the river to rinse his mouth, and the fire was finally quiet.
Yuan Zhaoxu finally answered her question.
"If you're willing to be watched by a few wolves all day, you can choose to walk slowly. Also, I don't think I asked you to walk with me. You followed me on your own."
She thought about it and realized that it was indeed the case. Embarrassed, she said, "Well, there's only one way from Mount Xuanyuan to Yan Jing."
Yuan Zhaoxu glanced at her with a smile, not wanting to remind this self-deceiving girl that there were other ways to get to Beijing.
The branches in the bonfire crackled, illuminating the two's red faces. There was a kind of heat rising in the air, causing the cold moonlight hanging high above the treetops in the distance to seem a little warmer.
On the other side, the smiling man's long eyebrows were slightly raised. His eyes and hair were so black that they were glistening. His red lips were even redder than the flames. His eyebrows were as clear as a painting, and he was so beautiful that he could make people fall head over heels for him.
Meng Fuyao sat cross-legged in the netherworld with hatred in her heart. She kept her eyes to her nose and her nose to her heart, not wanting to have her heart arrhythmia triggered by her beauty.
Especially when that peerless beauty would always look at him with a gaze full of interest.
After sitting for a while, she felt suffocated and uncomfortable. She suddenly stood up and said, "I'm going for a walk."
Yuan Zhaoxu looked up at the night sky and the surrounding dark forest. He could not bear to remind her that this excuse for a walk was a little funny.
Annoyed by his amused gaze, Meng Fuyao shouted, "I'm going to sing."
This time, Yuan Zhaoxu raised his eyebrows with a puzzled look. Meng Fuyao smiled proudly and went to 'sing'.
Not wanting to 'sing' too loudly for Yuan Zhaoxu to hear, Meng Fuyao walked a long distance in the quiet forest before finding a place to squat down. She was halfway through taking off her pants when her hands suddenly stopped.
The forest at midnight was strangely quiet, except for the sound of the wind. Even the night owls were silent, and the usual chirping of autumn insects was no longer heard.
A fragmented moon shone down from the treetops, casting a long shadow on the ground. The shadow was divided into sections by the shadows of the trees and rocks behind her, but its outline could still be seen.
Meng Fuyao squatted down, maintaining the posture of taking off her pants. Her fingers slowly moved upwards, trying to pull up her pants. She looked at her own shadow from the corner of her eyes … feet, hands, neck … head … okay, head. What was that protruding semicircle on the rock beside her?
Her palms were sweaty and stuck to her pants. Her heart pounded furiously, pounding loudly in the silent night.
That was … the top of a person's head.
Her fingers gripped her pants tightly, hating herself for running so far away to pee. She did not know how many people were behind the rock, and they were most likely waiting for her to take off her pants before taking them off.
It was impossible for her to take off her pants now, but if she pulled them up now, she would be under someone else's control.
Meng Fuyao squatted down, her waist already aching.
The semicircle on the rock behind her moved slightly, seeming to be a little impatient.
Meng Fuyao calculated the time and realized in despair that, at this distance, if she chose to pull up her pants and tie her belt, she would not be able to react in time.
Extreme nervousness brought about extreme silence. Gradually, she could hear the murmur of a distant stream, or the sound of a night bird's wings flitting across the pond.
In the night, Meng Fuyao's black eyes glowed, and she suddenly gritted her teeth.
Her eyes were fierce and bright, carrying with them a killing intent and decisiveness that ordinary women did not possess.
The wind swept over from the other side of the forest, causing the shadows of the trees to sway. The top of the rock shook as well.
Suddenly, Meng Fuyao let go of her pants.
Her pants and robe fell to cover her breasts. She leaned back and flipped over the rock like a big bird. Her extremely flexible body was like a spring, bouncing behind the rock in an instant. With a kick of her legs, her pants fell to the ground, covering the heads of the two men behind the rock. The two men were not prepared for Meng Fuyao's sudden attack. Just as they jumped up, they were covered by the pants. They could not see clearly in the darkness, so they hurriedly reached out to tear them apart.
Before they could finish tearing, Meng Fuyao had already appeared behind them like a ghost. Her snow-white long legs flashed under her loose robe, instantly wrapping around the neck of the man. With a twist of her body, she was suspended in mid-air and twisted violently.
In the darkness, a soul-stirring cracking sound could be heard.
The man's head immediately drooped down.
Meng Fuyao's eyes flashed fiercely, but she did not regret her ruthlessness. Just as she flipped over the rock, she saw the poisonous net in the hands of the two men. The color of the poison was an ambiguous pink. Back then, Meng Fuyao had been trained by the dead Daoist. Her knowledge was profound, and she had extraordinary strengths that ordinary people could not compare to. With one look, she could recognize that it was the Fragrant Crispness Powder, which was spread throughout the Five Continents. It was used by the upper-class nobles to abduct or deal with innocent women.
It was unknown how many innocent women had been ruined by it, and how many people's happiness had been ruined by it. Those who possessed it were all devoid of conscience. How could Meng Fuyao let it go after seeing it today?
The other man saw that Meng Fuyao had taken off her pants to attack the enemy. In the blink of an eye, her actions were swift and ruthless. In the blink of an eye, his comrade was already dead by her legs. Shocked, he threw his pants to the side and fled. He had only taken a few steps when he heard a cold laugh behind him.
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