All the customers in the hall turned their heads in unison. Then, there was a loud clamor.
Ya Lanzhu's large eyes turned in that direction and narrowed dangerously.
Yao Xun's mouth was wide open, unable to react for a long time. Because his mouth had been open for too long, a large droplet of saliva dripped down. Yao Xun quickly lowered his chin and looked around to make sure that no one was paying attention. He quickly wiped his mouth in embarrassment and made a gesture of 'good luck' before ducking his head and slipping away.
Zhan Beiye did not turn around.
He had just randomly pointed at a corner of a light red dress when he entered the restaurant and confirmed that it was a woman. So long as it was a woman, it didn't matter who she was.
As for the trouble that unlucky woman he had singled out, he didn't care at all.
Meng Fuyao froze in the middle of the staircase, clutching the railing and laughing awkwardly.
The feeling of being stared at by so many ambiguous gazes did not feel good.
'Zhan Beiye, you bastard! What are you randomly pointing at in broad daylight?'
Ya Lanzhu's gaze was as sharp as a knife as she scrutinized Fuyao from head to toe. Fuyao had not put on any ugly makeup today. She had simply applied some ginger juice to make her face slightly yellow, but her features were still outstanding. Ya Lanzhu stared at her for a while before curling her lips. "You're messing with me, aren't you? She's obviously a tuberculosis ghost."
Zhan Beiye crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "So what? As long as I like it."
"I'll kill her!"
"Kill her and you'll still be the second."
Ya Lanzhu jumped up, twisted her slender waist, and swung her arm. She suddenly pulled out a small knife inlaid with rainbow-colored seashells from behind her back. She brandished the knife in a flourish, the snow-white tip reflecting the sunlight, emitting a threatening light.
She pointed it at Zhan Beiye and shouted, "Go! Kill your first one! Make room for me! "
"Hey, who's his first one?"
A clear female voice came from above, drawing everyone's attention back to the middle of the staircase. Meng Fuyao was leaning over the railing, her face back to normal as she raised her eyebrows at the two people below.
"Hmm?" Zhan Beiye finally turned around and looked at her casually. However, his gaze was fleeting, as if he did not care.
"He lied to me?" Ya Lanzhu's eyes lit up.
Meng Fuyao snapped her fingers and looked at the murderous Ya Lanzhu. "Nope."
This time, Zhan Beiye looked at her carefully.
Ya Lanzhu's jaw dropped. "Huh?"
"He seems to think that I'm the first," Meng Fuyao sighed. "But that's just his wishful thinking. I already have someone else in my heart. Why would I be interested in a brute like him?"
Zhan Beiye's face was as black as the bottom of a pot, while Ya Lanzhu's eyes shone with a strange light.
"Some things can't be forced." Meng Fuyao clapped her hands. "Young Master, your looks may be passable, but your temper is not to my liking. Women are meant to be loved and respected. How am I supposed to get married if you declare your love for me in public?"
She didn't look at Zhan Beiye, who was about to emit smoke, and sincerely encouraged Ya Lanzhu, "Zhu-zhu, there's a saying in our hometown, 'A strong man is afraid of a clingy woman'. Don't pay attention to what he said, just care about what you did. Go, the revolution hasn't succeeded yet, comrades still need to work hard."
Ya Lanzhu let out a sigh and obediently pounced on him.
With a clang, Zhan Beiye pulled out his knife.
The crowd went into an uproar and hid behind the table in excitement.
Taking advantage of the chaos, Meng Fuyao disappeared from the stairs.
*****
"Let's go. Pack up and let's go," Meng Fuyao ordered Yao Xun the moment she entered. "Hurry."
"Miss Meng, didn't you solve that problem?" Yao Xun was stunned.
"Who knows what will happen next? Let's go while Zhan Beiye is being pestered by that girl." Meng Fuyao packed up her things. Yao Xun shook his head. "You've offended Zhan Beiye. I really don't know what you're thinking."
Meng Fuyao stopped and looked at him strangely. "Don't you know that women are harder to deal with than men? Men are more magnanimous. In that situation, I'd rather piss Zhan Beiye off than let that girl have her eyes on me. Otherwise, I'll never have a day of peace. "
She slung the bag over her shoulder, pushed open the window, and jumped out.
In the end, she jumped into a hard and thick embrace.
"Hiss." Meng Fuyao rubbed her head. "Whose muscles are so tough? They're like iron." She looked up and smiled at the owner of the muscles. "Excuse me."
High above, a man with fluttering black hair was looking down at her with eyes that were even darker than his hair. His lips were pursed like a thin knife.
Meng Fuyao's heart skipped a beat. There was a type of person in this world who would always be ahead of others in everything they did. She wondered if they would still be the same when it was their turn to die.
Zhan Beiye's dark eyes stared straight at her. Suddenly, he took out an exquisite water bag from his waist and poured it on her face.
"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Woo … "Meng Fuyao was caught off guard by the water. She flew into a rage and reached out to slap Zhan Beiye's hand. Zhan Beiye used two fingers to clamp down on her wrist like a pair of iron pincers. Then, he used his other hand to rub her face.
"Hey, are your hands clean?" Fuyao bellowed. Hey, don't touch my mouth, hey … "
Zhan Beiye suddenly stopped.
The young girl in front of him was about sixteen or seventeen years old. Water washed away the layer of turmeric camouflage, gradually revealing a jade-like lustrous whiteness. On that whiteness, there was a faint hint of red, like the morning glow reflecting the snow. Her eyes were as clear as the moon shining through the cold river. Her elegant and heroic eyebrows fluttered in the air, like ribbons flying out from the palm of the Nine Heavens Fairy.
The moment their eyes met, the girl's cheeks flushed red with anger, but the light in her eyes grew brighter and brighter, like the stars in the sky. Zhan Beiye was stunned, feeling that this girl's eyes were filled with dignity, and he subconsciously let go.
He immediately felt that something was wrong and reached out again. This time, he found his hand on her waist. Her soft waist had the flexibility of a woman who practiced martial arts, but it was shockingly thin. Even though his hand was touching it, he couldn't help but feel his heart skip a beat.
As he moved, his thoughts became a little unfocused. Immediately after, he felt his hand slip. Something trembled and wrapped around him with a 'hu hu' sound.
Zhan Beiye was a veteran of many battles, so his reflexes were top-notch. He subconsciously raised his palm and struck.
His strike landed on something soft, and the black shadow in mid-air swayed. The slender figure was swung out along with the whip that flew out from her waist. With a flip, she flipped to the other corner of the eaves, perilously perched on top of the Hornless Dragon Beast. She turned back and smiled at him.
Her smile was like the moon and the breeze.
Then, without turning back, she shot out like a bolt of lightning, waving her hand casually.
"Thank you for helping me wash my face. Please get your reward from the person behind me."
Zhan Beiye was startled. He subconsciously turned back and saw Yao Xun's back facing him, disappearing from the window on the other side.
Luring the tiger away from the mountain?
Zhan Beiye didn't fall for it and immediately turned back to look for Meng Fuyao. Unfortunately, she had already escaped far away, carrying a small bag on her back. Like a duckweed crossing the water, she disappeared from the eaves like a shooting star.
The wind was silent, and the man in the black robe didn't move for a long time. There was no moon on the roof that night, making it hard for people to overlook his presence. He gradually blended into the darkness, and his silhouette was stripped away by the morning sun.
The first dewdrop of the morning landed on the tip of his eyebrows. He gently lifted his hand to pick it up, as if he didn't recognize it. The tiny dewdrop rolled on his palm, as clear as the girl's eyes from last night.
Multicolored light swallowed and spat out. Bright red clouds covered the sky. The man raised his head and suddenly smiled.
*****
Meng Fuyao carried her bag and ran for three miles before meeting up with Yao Xun at a run-down temple in the south of the city. She asked about Ya Lanzhu's background. Yao Xun smiled bitterly. "You know that Fufeng doesn't have an emperor. It's occupied by three major tribes, with Fa Qiang being the most powerful. The center of Fufeng is Gale City, where the chief of Fa Qiang resides. Ya Lanzhu is the chief's daughter, and her status in Fufeng is roughly equivalent to that of Taiyuan's princess."
"No wonder you're so afraid of her." Meng Fuyao teased Yao Xun with a blade of grass in her mouth. "Leader, you're so timid that you're even afraid of a child."
"I'm not afraid of her." Yao Xun's face turned red. "I'm not willing to be controlled by evil arts. Fa Qiang is the best at witchcraft among the three major tribes of Fufeng. It's said that even a strand of hair in their hands can be controlled by them, especially the witch that's been passed down for generations. Her status is even higher than the chief's, and she can kill people with just a glance. Death isn't scary, and it's said that she has even more bizarre methods. Why do you think we should offend someone like that?"
"Oh." Meng Fuyao smiled, but her eyes were rolling. Yao Xun frowned and looked at her. "Hey, don't tell me you're still thinking about it after I've made it so clear?"
Meng Fuyao bit the blade of grass without replying. "Hey, how did Ya Lanzhu get involved with Zhan Beiye? The two of them have nothing to do with each other. "
"How would I know?" Yao Xun scratched his head and said in bewilderment, "I vaguely heard that Ya Lanzhu was betrothed to the Sixth Prince of Tian Sha Nation, Zhan Beiheng. Why would she be matched with the Fifth Prince, Zhan Beiye? That's weird … "
"Not close to the Sixth Prince?" Meng Fuyao tilted her head. "Why? Isn't Zhan Beiye favored?"
"Not only is he not favored," Yao Xun curled his lips, "His status is even lower than that of an ordinary Duke. Back then, even the sixth and seventh princes behind him had been conferred the title of King, but he still didn't receive it. It was his grandfather, the Grand Preceptor Zhou of the previous dynasty, who begged him three times in front of the jade steps in tears before he was finally conferred the title of Duke. His fief was actually in the Geya Desert of the Tian Sha, bordering the Moro Tribe of the Western Region. The entire territory was less than four hundred kilometers, and it was an inhospitable place. Zhan Beiye was also very capable. In three years, he built Rong City at the mouth of the border, stationed the Black Wind Army in the desert, controlled the main transportation routes, and expanded the border by one thousand and five hundred kilometers. From then on, the Moro Tribe's troops could no longer invade and harass the provincial capital. He also gathered people to cultivate the land. In the past, the grains and wheat in the Geya region were worth a few thousand taels of silver. Later on, a bolt of fine silk could be exchanged for dozens of kilograms of grain, and the accumulated military rations could last for decades. After he cured Geya, his elder brother became worried and forcefully transferred him to the royal city, keeping an eye on him.
"Let me ask you a question. Why are you talking so much?" Fuyao frowned. "Is that your second uncle or your uncle? Why are you so generous with your saliva?"
"I'm just feeling pity for the hero. Everyone in Tiansha knows that Zhan Beiye is well-versed in both literature and martial arts. He's so much better than his elder brother who only knows how to play politics. It's a pity that his mother's identity is special. She was the empress of the previous dynasty and was involved in the assassination of the Tiansha Old Emperor. Both mother and son are not favored by the emperor, which ruined Zhan Beiye's life. Sigh … it's hard to explain the affairs of the emperor's family …"
Fuyao hugged her knees. "The emperor's family is the dirtiest place in the world. If you want to survive there, you either have to be dirtier or wash away that dirtiness with blood. There's no other way."
She spoke carelessly, but she did not know that behind a tree outside the temple, a figure suddenly shook slightly.
"Well said. It reminds me of another saying." Yao Xun's eyes lit up as he said excitedly, "The dragon is trapped in the wild for only a moment, but when there is an opportunity, it will rise again …"
Before he could finish reciting, Fuyao was already drowsy.
Yao Xun slammed the table angrily. "Hey, wake up! Don't you feel your blood boiling when you hear this? Don't you feel excited? Don't you feel passionate? These are the words of the Everlasting Crown Prince. The Everlasting Crown Prince … "
"Shut up …" Fuyao waved her hand. "What does the Everlasting Crown Prince have to do with me? Can I eat it? Can I use it? Can I use it as a blanket? "
"You unromantic woman." Yao Xun looked at her with disdain. "Zhangsun Wuji is famous all over the world. Normal women would scream at the mention of his name. I've never seen one like you sleep!"
Fuyao lazily opened her eyes and sneered, pointing at her nose.
"Compared to those normal women who only know how to scream, I'd rather be a perverted woman who knows how to kill people."
She closed her eyes and turned over lazily, as if preparing to sleep. Suddenly, she stretched out her palm and slapped the ground. Her whole body shot out of the temple like an arrow. While she was in the air, the long whip around her waist had already drawn a black arc. With a sharp sound of wind, it suddenly rolled behind the tree.
"Come out!"
At the same time, Yao Xun's skinny body swayed and disappeared in the blink of an eye. The next moment, he was already 300 feet away.
Fuyao, who was still in the air, turned her head in shock. What a shameless person. Not only did he know how to act like she did, but he also had no sense of loyalty to run away at the sight of an enemy.
Her distraction caused her to lose her aim. The person behind the tree snorted and casually stepped on Fuyao's whip, causing it to be trampled beneath his foot.
Meng Fuyao lowered her head to look at the pair of flaming black boots and grinned. Suddenly, she let go of the whip and ran away like a wolf.
Before she could take a few steps, someone grabbed her by the collar. She staggered a few steps on the spot, causing the person above her to laugh and shove her to the ground in a rough manner.
Meng Fuyao scolded, "Why the f * ck are you always following me? Are you begging for food? "
"Your words are really unpleasant." Zhan Beiye frowned at her. "If you're so ill-mannered, how can you be my companion at the palace banquet?"
"You're the ill-mannered one!" Meng Fuyao was determined to make a scene. She remembered that Zhan Beiye would run away at the sight of the shrewish Ya Lanzhu. He probably didn't like women with a strong personality, so she decided to take it to the next level. "Your whole family has no manners!"
"You're right." Zhan Beiye smiled. Unlike Yuan Zhaoxu, his smile was dazzling like the sun. "My whole family is ill-mannered, except for me."
He picked up the whip with the tip of his foot and wrapped it around Fuyao. He lifted her in his hand and weighed her.
"It's not too heavy."
"Hey, what are you doing?!" Fuyao was swung around in his hand, eating a mouthful of dirt.
"I'm going to attend Emperor Taiyuan's birthday banquet and pursue you." Zhan Beiye sighed. "I've never been rejected or failed in my entire life. Of course I can't let you be the first."
With a flip of his palm, Fuyao, who was tied up like a dumpling, was gently flipped over to stare at him.
Thus, the dizzy and giddy Meng Fuyao heard the strangest confession of her life in the weirdest position she had ever been in in her life.
"Listen, woman." Zhan Beiye's teeth were so bright that Fuyao had to close her eyes.
"I will conquer you."
*****
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