Late at night, the lights in Prince De's manor were extinguished one by one. Other than the imperial bodyguards who were on night duty, there was no other sound. It was unknown when it started drizzling. The winter rain rustled on the bluestone floor like gossamer cotton, reflecting the dim lights in the distance. It smeared the shadows of the imperial bodyguards even more coldly and blurry.
However, there was a slender and nimble shadow that passed through the houses and roads. Her shadow was reflected on the glossy ground, like a smear of gray light. In an instant, she passed through the patrol team.
The moonlight drizzled in the dark of the night, just to break up the lovers.
Meng Fuyao had investigated Guo Pingrong's situation before coming. He had many concubines, but all the women who had been by his side had committed suicide. Qiaoling, who lived deep in the King De's residence, did not know the inside story, but the rumors had spread like wildfire. Girls from good families would avoid Guo Pingrong's residence. Now that Qiaoling had caught Guo Pingrong's eye, it was clear that Guo Pingrong would never treat her well.
Meng Fuyao, dressed in black and wearing a mask, sprinted all the way to King De's residence. Relying on her Qinggong and familiarity with the terrain, she quickly reached the backyard of King De's residence.
As soon as Miss Qiaoling soared to the top of the tree, she transformed into a phoenix. Today, she had moved into the 'Lotus Fragrance House' in the rear courtyard, preparing to get married tomorrow from the mansion. Perhaps because she was excited to be a bride, it was already past the third watch, but the lantern in the 'Lotus Fragrance House' was still burning.
Meng Fuyao lifted her leg and passed through the half-closed window like a cloud, landing softly on the ground.
The girl sitting in front of the dressing table was startled and looked up. Under the light, her beautiful hair and beautiful face revealed that it was Qiaoling, who had changed into a married woman's attire.
She was about to scream when Meng Fuyao rushed over and covered her mouth. "Don't scream," she whispered. "I'm here to save you."
Qiaoling's eyes widened in shock as she stared at the person who had come to 'save her'. Suddenly, she thought of a terrifying possibility and began to tremble.
"Hey, what are you afraid of?" Meng Fuyao was both angry and amused. "I'm not interested in robbing you. You're not a handsome man."
She patted Qiaoling's shoulder and said, "Make it short. Hurry up and leave with me. You can't marry Guo Pingrong."
Qiao Ling suddenly pulled her hand away and glared at her. "Why can't I marry him?"
"Sigh … what am I supposed to say? That guy isn't a good guy."
"If you marry a chicken, follow the chicken; if you marry a dog, follow the dog. Besides, General Guo is a second-ranked official in the imperial court. How could you slander my husband like that?!" Qiao Ling raised her brows.
"Your husband?" Fuyao raised one of her eyebrows. 'No way, he's already in the zone?'
She did not know whether to laugh or cry as she looked at Qiao Ling. "Don't tell me that you've already decided to marry Guo Pingrong after seeing him today?"
"Why not?" Qiao Ling waved her hand away and raised her eyebrows. "I'm just a lowly servant girl from King De's Household. I was sold to the King's Household at the age of five. I have to wake up early and sleep late every day. I only earn three taels of silver a month, and I even have to save more than half of it to send home. I often work on an empty stomach and sew my undergarments again and again. I'm barely able to cover my body! In the household, first-ranked masters order me around, second-ranked nannies bully me, and third-ranked servants extort me. Even the servants in the outer courtyard give us a look. "Qiao Ling extended her arm to show Fuyao the bruises on her wrist." Do you see these scars? They're from the nannies! Now, I'm about to leave the abyss of misery and become the first woman of a second-ranked general. This is a blessing that I won't be able to obtain in a few lifetimes. I'd be crazy if I didn't marry him! "
Fuyao was speechless, not knowing how to explain things to the girl. Qiao Ling was right. Now that a lowly servant girl like her had the chance to change her fate and climb up the social ladder, why would she give it up? However, she could not bear to watch her face the evil and sadistic Guo Pingrong, who was said to be a sadist, with her own hands. She could not bear to see her own fate, a fate that she had personally created.
After thinking for a long time, Fuyao decided to use her last trump card. "You don't know this, but Guo Pingrong is a … sadist!"
"Sadist?" Qiao Ling's eyes widened. After thinking for a while, she finally understood what Fuyao meant. Suddenly, she became shy and lowered her head, fingers twisting her belt. "My mother taught me that when a woman marries, she should obey her husband. When it comes to sex … we women should be more tactful and submissive. We just need to endure it … and it'll all be over."
…
Fuyao looked up at the sky with a gloomy expression. How could she have forgotten the huge difference in the concept of marriage and family between ancient and modern women?
"Sigh, I don't care anymore!" Fuyao gritted her teeth. What was the point of talking nonsense with her? She could just knock her unconscious and carry her away. Even if she hated her, she had saved her life. Her conscience was enough.
Just as she was about to touch her acupoints, Qiao Ling suddenly raised her head and said, "You're Mister Zong's little brother, right?"
"Huh?" Fuyao looked at herself in shock. Was her disguise that bad?
"I've been good at listening to people's voices since I was young," Qiao Ling said. "I can still hear your voice when you've purposely lowered it." She suddenly sighed. "Little brother Meng, I know you … like me, but it's impossible for us to be together."
…
Fuyao was petrified. Her fingers that had reached out to touch her acupoints had turned into statues.
'What the hell is this …'
"You always come to the kitchen to flirt with me and smile at me … Actually, I know …" Qiao Ling tilted her head to the side to avoid looking at her. Her face was filled with regret as she whispered, "I quite … like you too. If it wasn't for the general's interest in me, I would have thought about … But now … Little Brother Meng, you should just give up!"
'Mamma mia!
I always go to the kitchen to steal snacks when you guys aren't paying attention! '
'I smile at you, I smile at everyone …'
That night, Meng Fuyao had suffered such a huge blow that she was speechless. She looked up at the sky and sighed. In Qiao Ling's eyes, she was just like a pitiful servant who wanted to keep her lover when she was about to get married but couldn't.
She frowned and suddenly raised her voice. "Marrying the general is my fortune. Little brother Meng, don't you dare stand in my way, or I'll hate you!"
"Motherf * cker, you hate me …" Fuyao muttered gloomily. Without another word, she struck out with her palm. The wind from her palm whistled and enveloped Qiaoling's major acupoint. Looking at her frightened and hopeful eyes, Fuyao suddenly felt that something was amiss.
'It's the middle of the night. Why is Qiao Ling, who is getting married tomorrow, not asleep?
Why is her hairstyle a married woman's hairstyle?
'And why did she suddenly raise her voice …'
"Smack!"
Fuyao suddenly jumped up and somersaulted in mid-air like a black swallow. In the blink of an eye, she was already outside the window.
"Where do you think you're going?!"
A low growl rang out from the inner chamber, and the pearl curtain in the inner chamber suddenly split open, shattering into a dazzling waterfall of pearls that scattered with a swoosh. Then, as if being restrained by an invisible hand, the pearls tightened up and transformed into a pearl whip that smashed towards Fuyao's back with a loud crack.
Before the whip arrived, Guo Pingrong had already arrived. Without even saying a word, he was already close to Fuyao's back.
Shaking her head, Fuyao reached out with her hand and a long whip appeared in her hand. The long whip glowed faintly as it swung horizontally and vertically, scattering pearls all over the floor.
The pearls rolled all over the floor. Some rolled into Guo Pingrong's feet, causing him to lose his balance. "Watch my palm!" Fuyao growled in frustration.
She suddenly stopped running and turned around to strike Guo Pingrong with her palm. Guo Pingrong was delighted. He had always been known for his palm strength, and now that his enemy wanted to exchange blows with him, it was exactly what he wanted. He raised his palm to meet hers.
Suddenly, a few jet-black steel needles appeared between Fuyao's fingers.
Guo Pingrong immediately retracted his hand, but Fuyao was even faster. Her palm strike was a feint, and she had no intention of using her needles. She raised her leg and somersaulted in mid-air. Her long leg swung over her head and kicked a jet-black object at Guo Pingrong.
At the same time, she laughed. "Take this!"
Her slender legs kicked the Purple Gold Crown, making her look like a flying crane. She kicked a black object towards Guo Pingrong. The words "a flick" made Guo Pingrong and the guards who rushed over subconsciously think of something like a fireball. They quickly retreated.
The object fell to the ground with a thud, its stench filling the air and black mud splattering everywhere.
It was Zong Yue's flower fertilizer, the "Smelly Mud", which was specially used to cultivate the Blood Fleeceflower Flowers. It had been added with some smelly herbs, and Fuyao had hidden a small bag of it. She had wanted to play with Lord Yuan Bao, but now it was a good gift for General Guo.
"Does it smell good? Eat more, don't stand on ceremony! " Fuyao laughed heartily and flew over the eaves like a meteor. By the time Guo Pingrong dodged the black mud and chased after her, she was already far away.
She ran out of Prince De's Residence, not noticing a group of black-clothed men lying on top of the eaves in the distance. They seemed to have merged with the darkness. After she left, they looked at each other and quietly left the residence.
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