By the time Zhangsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao walked out of the iron prison filled with the stench of blood, the sky was already bright. Golden sunlight shone down unobstructed. Meng Fuyao raised her head and used her hands to block the overly bright sunlight. The warm rays shot straight into her heart, and she heard the sound of her stiff joints recovering. She turned around with hope, hoping to see Zhangsun Wuji's expression bathed in the sunlight.
His cruel father wanted to use the last blow to defeat his undefeated son, but Meng Fuyao hoped that Zhangsun Wuji would be able to let go of his burden and be reborn.
The dead would eventually be buried deep in the soil with their sins, and all the past would become a trace of bitter ink in unofficial history. The living still had a long way to go. She believed that Zhangsun Wuji would always be the winner. When his narrow-minded father used his own death to drag him into eternal hell, the outcome was already decided.
Zhangsun Wuji sensed her gaze, smiled slightly, and held her hand.
The temperature of his palm had already recovered, and it was a warmth that made Meng Fuyao feel at ease.
Meng Fuyao smiled with tears in her eyes. Her eyes were sparkling like the most precious gemstone.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her, and then his gaze went over her shoulder, looking further away, at the woman standing in front of him.
There, in front of a peach tree, stood a woman dressed in luxurious clothes. Her jewels were still swaying, but the eyes behind the jewels were restless and anxious. Under the wide sleeves of her Flying Gold Embroidered Luan, her fingers were uncontrollably twisted together, revealing the nervousness in her heart.
Empress Yuan.
Zhangsun Wuji looked at her, then turned his eyes away and walked over with Meng Fuyao. He walked past Empress Yuan, and then brushed past her side, completely ignoring her expression as she opened her mouth to speak.
Empress Yuan stared blankly as her son walked past her indifferently. There was no clue on her face. Suddenly, her body began to tremble. She held onto the peach tree behind her, and her nails dug deep into the trunk, squeezing out green sap as if the tree was crying.
Meng Fuyao lowered her eyelashes. Like Zhangsun Wuji, she hoped that Empress Yuan would remain silent and be smart enough not to ask or say anything. Then, she would let time heal all the wounds.
However, not everyone could be Zhangsun Wuji. After they walked for more than ten meters, Empress Yuan finally shouted.
"He-how is he?"
Zhangsun Wuji continued forward, not even turning his head as he answered, "Hong."
Empress Yuan staggered and took a step back, causing the tree behind her to shake. Pink peaches fell all over the sky and landed on her head and body.
She tilted her body and allowed the peach blossoms to fall on her lapel. At first glance, one could tell that the mother of the country, who would never lose her composure at any time, had completely forgotten about the dignity of the royal family. Her expression was blank as she allowed herself to be drowned in a sea of delicate and beautiful powder.
Zhangsun Wuji didn't turn back to look at his mother. He just walked away, until a roar suddenly exploded behind him. "Take me to see!"
At the same time, Empress Yuan lifted her skirt and stumbled towards the group of houses that they came out from. Zhangsun Wuji immediately said, "Stop her!"
Like ghosts, they suddenly appeared from the ground. Under the roof behind the trees, a few figures in grey clothes flew down. Without any expression or hesitation, they stopped Empress Yuan.
Empress Yuan shouted, "You sluts, how dare you stop me!"
"The Empress's phoenix body is noble. You shouldn't be involved in such filthy places," Zhangsun Wuji said lightly. "Moreover, King De has not yet been buried. It's not appropriate."
Empress Yuan was stunned. The cool morning wind blew on her cheeks, which had turned pale and then red. After a while, she suddenly smiled coldly.
She squinted at Zhangsun Wuji and said faintly, "Empress, right?"
Slowly raising her hand, Empress Yuan took off the golden hairpin, took off the phoenix crown, pulled out the jade hairpin, and broke the bead chain. She threw the empress' crown and belt on the ground and gently stepped forward.
Her phoenix shoes, which were decorated with pearls, slowly rolled over the jewelry that symbolized honor and glory, and crushed them one by one.
The sound of pearls and jade being crushed was subtle but soul-stirring, making one's heart tighten. Zhangsun Wuji's eyebrows twitched. Empress Yuan sneered and began to take off the phoenix robe embroidered with nine phoenixes.
The secret guard couldn't stay any longer. He bowed to Zhangsun Wuji and turned his back. Empress Yuan didn't even raise her eyebrows. She threw the phoenix robe into the mud under her feet, leaving only a light yellow unlined garment on her body. She looked down at the phoenix pattern gold ribbon on her waist, which represented her royal identity, and untied it.
Finally, she took off the phoenix pendant on her waist. The delicate and warm jade shone in her well-maintained palm. She placed the jade in her palm, facing Zhangsun Wuji, and stretched it out.
Zhangsun Wuji's eyes instantly became as cold as snow. Empress Yuan raised her eyebrows and smiled provocatively at him. She slowly lowered her palm and turned it over.
"Pa!"
The jade broke.
Twenty-six years ago, the Phoenix Pendant that represented the Wuji Empire's Empress, had shattered into pieces at this moment.
The jade-like jade scattered among the fragrant grass and rolled down like teardrops.
"I've already crippled myself," Empress Yuan sneered, "Now, I'm going to see my old friend. It's no longer inappropriate, right? It's no longer a hindrance to your Zhangsun Family's affairs, right? "
She wore a light yellow unlined garment, and her black hair was loose. She stood under the peach tree without any accessories. Twenty-six years of time didn't erase her natural beauty. Her eyebrows were still like a young girl. At this moment, the honored mother of the country had died. The beautiful girl of the past was reborn. It was as if she was still many years ago. Her clothes fluttered and her figure moved. She approached the little girl of the Yuan Family in the eyes of the Zither Playing Emperor and the Sword-Dancing Prince.
It started in late spring twenty-six years ago and ended in early spring twenty-six years later.
Empress Yuan laughed, "From now on, there will be no more Empress Yuan, only Yuan Family's purity!"
She lifted her dress and took off her pearl-studded phoenix shoes. She walked barefoot on the cold ground. Empress Yuan walked straight forward. With every step she took, the secret guard had to take a step back. But without Zhangsun Wuji's order, they didn't dare to leave. Beads of sweat gradually appeared on their expressionless faces.
Zhangsun Wuji suddenly sighed softly.
He waved his hand, and the secret guard retreated as if he had been pardoned. Empress Yuan sneered and turned around, saying, "Now you can …"
She suddenly fell into the arms of Zhangsun Wuji, who had rushed to her side in an instant.
Zhangsun Wuji sealed her acupuncture point.
He silently bent down and personally picked up his mother. Zhangsun Wuji sent her back to the room in the backyard. He sat by the bed and stared at the unwillingness and hostility between her brows for a long time. Then, he returned to the table and wrote a letter. He ordered the Jiangbei Governor who had been kneeling outside the courtyard, "Immediately send more people to send the Empress back to the palace and deliver the letter to His Majesty."
Meng Fuyao watched him do this until the room was empty. Then, she came forward and gently held his hand, saying, "She will understand you one day …"
If Empress Yuan saw King De's corpse, it would be truly cruel.
This was the only way Zhangsun Wuji could protect his mother.
Who dared to say that Zhangsun Wuji didn't love his mother? Whoever dared to think so, Meng Fuyao would spit on his face. A person who even subconsciously used his mother's surname. What kind of place did he leave in his heart for his biological mother? And what kind of harm would Empress Yuan's selfishness and ignorance cause to him?
"In this world, one should always act against the wind. How can one ask for so much understanding?" Zhangsun Wuji had kept his eyes closed since Empress Yuan was sent away. Only now did he open his eyes and stroke her hair with a smile.
"Fuyao, it's hard to find a bosom friend. It's enough that I have your understanding."
= = =
King De committed suicide to escape punishment and died in Hua Province. Not long after, Zhong Province issued an imperial edict to strip King De of his title, take back his title, and bury him in the suburbs of the capital. Other than those who rebelled, none of King De's relatives were buried with him. The imperial edict also mentioned the past of the emperor and his subjects. The words were full of sorrow. Meng Fuyao thought that the sick emperor who lived in the depths of Wuji's palace must have been deeply pained by the ending of their 26 years of love and hate.
It was not convenient for her to stay in Hua Province's government office. Zong Yue happened to have a manor in the suburbs of Hua Province that was gifted to him after he was cured of his illness. Thus, Meng Fuyao went there for free. As soon as she entered the house, she heard that the daughter of the rich family had a crush on Zong Yue and would come here all day. Zong Yue was disturbed and often avoided her. Although Meng Fuyao was in a bad mood, she still laughed when she heard about it.
According to Zong Yue and Zhangsun Wuji's tone, Fang Yimo had already arrived in Hua Province. However, his whereabouts were mysterious, and he liked to immerse himself in the mortal world. He was also good at changing his appearance, so it was hard to pinpoint his whereabouts. She could only slowly search for him. Out of curiosity, Meng Fuyao asked Zong Yue about the Ten Strongest. Only then did she know that the Ten Strongest had been famous for many years and did not often appear in the Five Continents. The Ten Strongest were ranked in order: Tianji, Shengling, Leidong, Alioth, Gale, Yunhun, Yue Po, Hidden Mist, Star Brilliance, and Smoke Killer. Other than Alioth, whose gender was unknown, Yunhun and Hidden Mist were women. The top five of the Ten Strongest had not been seen in the past 30 years. The Star Brilliance Holy Hand, Fang Yimo, was ranked ninth, and was already a god that no one in the Five Continents dared to offend.
Meng Fuyao was rather fascinated. She smacked her lips and said, "When can I get one of the Ten Strongest to play with? How about this: you, me, Zhangsun Wuji, Zhan Beiye, and Ya Lanzhu. Let's get five Saints?"
Zong Yue immediately replied, "Please don't put me together with you. I still want to keep my name clean."
This sharp-tongued man was always sharp-tongued, so naturally, Meng Fuyao chased after him again. It was just a joke, but no one would have thought that sometimes, a promise might not come true, and a joke could be arranged by fate to become a reality.
During this time, Zong Yue desperately fed Meng Fuyao tonics. Some of them were bitter, but some even caused her to have diarrhea. The worst was that she went to the toilet seven times in one night, and her bowels were so bad that she wanted to die. The next day, she brought Yuan Bao to Zong Yue's door to protest, saying that if she continued to eat that pesky croton, she would smear Yuan Bao's feces on Zong Yue's door every day. She wanted him to know what the most stinky thing in the world was. In the end, he held onto the door frame and said, "Poison can breed poison. There's a hidden poison in your body that has been lurking for more than 10 years. After such a long time, a pile of filthy poison has already grown in your body. Don't you want to get rid of it? Fine, don't look for me when you die covered in scabies. "
Meng Fuyao thought of herself covered in scabies, so she picked up Yuan Bao and returned home dejectedly. That was not the end.
That was not all. Every day, after Zhan Beiye beat up Tie Cheng, he would pick her up and beat her up as well. First, she would be the one getting beaten up, and then she would beat him up. In the end, both of them would be beaten up half way. Most of the time, both of them would be beaten up until their faces were swollen and they could not even move a finger. Then, Lord Ingot would stroll over and inspect the injuries on both of their faces. If Zhan Beiye had more injuries, he would reward her with a pine nut he had licked. If she had more, he would fart at Zhan Wangye.
He even made a book that recorded the results of their fights. Every day, before the fight, he would bet on Fuyao to win. The reward was a fruit. If Fuyao won, the fruit would be eaten immediately. If she lost, the fruit would still be eaten, because Yuan Bao would slam his head against the wall in grief and anger. After that, he would need food to comfort him. "A wounded and fragile heart."
Sometimes, Meng Fuyao would flip through the abstract book, worshipping Lord Ingot's strange records. She had clearly not been able to win even once out of ten times, so how could this rat have recorded a fifty-fifty chance of winning? Later on, she could win half of the ten times, so why did the rat record a 100/50 win rate?
In between, Zhangsun Wuji returned to Zhongzhou to settle the aftermath of King De's death. Empress Yuan had deposed her, but the father and son had no intention of doing so. She was still the noble and supreme Empress of the Wuji Dynasty. However, Meng Fuyao heard that Empress Yuan's phoenix body was not in good condition, so she had already opened a nunnery in the palace. She moved in and never saw anyone again.
Did she want to cherish the memory of the past forever in the age of the ancient Buddha or did she have other thoughts? No one could truly understand. Those emotional words buried in the depths of time, those swords condensed into clear light and beautiful faces that were like flowers, were written in the monotonous sound of the wooden fish, each sound was heartbreaking.
Meng Fuyao felt that this was almost a predestined ending for her. She had always felt that King De and Empress Yuan were a pair of paranoid and selfish parents. Back then, they must have loved Zhangsun Wuji very much. As time passed and Zhangsun Wuji's political talent was revealed, the happy parents must have imagined a wonderful future where their son and son would help each other to seize the throne. However, when they found out that the child had his own thoughts and plans and had no intention of fulfilling them, and even helped 'outsiders' to deal with his biological parents, preventing them from reuniting, that love gradually turned into hatred.
That kind of hatred caused King De to take the risk out of desperation and embark on the path of rebellion. It caused Empress Yuan to harbor resentment and become increasingly indifferent towards her son. When King De's rebellion failed, he thought that he was doomed and used his death to accuse his unfilial son of being 'heartless and not acknowledging his biological father'.
He did not know that if Zhangsun Wuji really did not acknowledge him, there would have been no more King De in this world.
He would also never know that Zhangsun Wuji would not have killed him.
Paranoia led to tragedy, leaving behind only a sigh.
There was another matter that made Meng Fuyao a little uneasy. When she heard that King De's Mad Concubine had gone missing, the imperial guards went to seal up King De's residence as usual to urge the Mad Concubine to move. However, they found that the courtyard was empty and the filthy things on the floor were all gone. Even the thick pile of dust was found to be fake and stuck to the ground. Behind the dirty straw bed was a mechanism that led to a secret room that was clean and tidy. It was obvious that someone had lived in it before.
This piece of news stunned Meng Fuyao for a long time. Only then did she recall that when she barged into the Mad Concubine's house, she did not stir up the thick layer of dust nor did she leave any footprints on the floor.
Whether she was faking her insanity or if there was something else she was hiding, she could only wait for time to pass before the truth was revealed.
After Zhangsun Wuji returned, he joined the army of torturing Meng Fuyao. His style had always been different from Zhan Beiye's. He did not fight her directly, but instead made her memorize books every day. He did not force her or call her over. He only smiled and spread out some strange books, grabbing Lord Ingot to study together. Lord Ingot was always happy whenever he was with his master. Even when he did not understand a book, he would still be very excited. Meng Fuyao, the curious baby, would always be hooked and fall for the duo's tricks. She would be dazzled by the cultivation diagrams, formation diagrams, Five Elements Mystical Arts, and sometimes even the art of geomancy and witchcraft. Meng Fuyao was speechless. Was Zhangsun Wuji trying to raise her in the direction of an all-rounder?
Sometimes, she also suspected that the three of them seemed to know the secrets in her heart when they trained her. However, she really did not reveal them to anyone. Once, she asked Zhan Beiye indirectly. The Zhan Wangye was straightforward and dared to speak, unlike the other two who were hard to please. She always chose him when it came to getting secrets. Zhan Beiye immediately laughed. "With your personality, you're just a troublemaker. Not only are you disobedient, but you also like to run around on your own. What if one day, I don't keep an eye on you, and you cause trouble on your own? The fundamental solution is to improve your strength. "
Meng Fuyao was speechless. She was touched, but at the same time, she did not know whether she was lucky or not. She was a troublemaker, but the trouble she caused was often related to the three of them. Without them, she would probably be the most peaceful and obedient child. However, this problem was like a chicken and an egg. There was no solution. She could only pinch her nose and continue to be trained by the three handsome men in different ways.
The three of them could not see eye to eye with each other and fought endlessly in the open and in the dark. The only thing they had in common was Meng Fuyao. While they forced her to improve her strength, they did not forget to destroy her subordinates. Zong Yue sent a top-notch spy to teach Yao Xun the art of espionage, concealment, and communication. Yao Xun excitedly reported his plan to Meng Fuyao. He planned to combine his God's Palm Sect and use the dexterity of his three hands to train them into an organization similar to Crown Prince Sun's Two Secret Guards. Meng Fuyao snorted and waved her hand, letting him do what he wanted.
Zhan Beiye's Black Wind Cavalry had been resting and reorganizing in Yaocheng, but their leader had followed them to Huazhou. While Tiecheng was being beaten up, he was in charge of teaching him battle formations, horsemanship, military tactics, and the like. With Meng Fuyao's current status, she could open her own residence and control the original 5,000 Baiting Troops of Yaocheng's Sui River. At the same time, she could also enjoy her own guards. Zhan Beiye had groomed Tiecheng to be the future leader of her guards. One could imagine how awe-inspiring the first guards under Meng Fuyao's command would be.
Meng Fuyao did not notice that the scattered forces that relied on her personal ability and charm had already begun to take shape under the far-sighted nurturing of a few great experts. Her mind was not on the Five Continents, and her goal had always been to leave. Why would someone who was going to leave sooner or later create such a big mess? It was more important to earn some money to pay for travel expenses, so the short-sighted Miss Meng focused all her attention on earning money whenever she had some free time. Her club and dance hall business continued to expand after the war ended. Now that she had a different identity, it was more convenient for her to develop it. Her next goal was to divide the dance hall into different grades and promote it to the common people. Only the common people would have the largest audience. Because of this, she was involved in the cloth industry, clothing industry, textile industry, cotton and linen industry, and so on. Meng Mingyue had nothing better to do than to calculate the accounts. When she thought about the future of rolling in money, she smiled wretchedly.
It was the opening day of the first club in Hua Zhou. As the boss, Meng Fuyao naturally had to attend. She had been locked up in Hua Zhou for a long time and had almost never left her house. She wanted to have some fun, pick up girls, and catch some rich guys to change her appetite. Especially when she heard that there was a famous "Chrysanthemum Path" in Hua Zhou, where the girls were all stunning. It was a huge attraction for Meng Fuyao, who had been half a fujoshi in her previous life and loved to read BL novels. Thus, Chrysanthemum Path had to be there to observe. However, she could not allow too many people to follow her grand plan, especially those few tough ones. Thus, she decided not to invite any of them.
Meng Fuyao got up early in the morning to put on her clothes. Lord Ingot, who had been inseparable from her lately, was squatting in front of his suitcase, thinking about what he should wear to match the grand occasion. Lord Ingot believed that as the eternal protagonist, he would be letting down the audience if he did not dress up beautifully.
Meng Fuyao looked at him with a smile. After a long while, she still could not come to a decision. Then, she took out a … dress from her pocket.
Lord Ingot was furious and seriously protested against Meng Fuyao's insult to his gender.
Meng Fuyao smiled and approached him. "Do you know? The only time your Master praised me for my beauty was when I wore this dress. Let me tell you, he has no resistance to that dress. If you want to win Master's heart, you have to make some sacrifices. Besides, a qualified Xiao Shou wearing women's clothing is also romantic, isn't it? "
Lord Ingot's eyes flickered. Meng Fuyao continued to go against her conscience. "This kind of dress suits your figure best. Thin waist, plump butt, rippling curves, * *, * * …"
Lord Ingot put on the dance dress. Meng Fuyao sighed. "Really thin waist, plump butt, bucket-like curves …"
She put Lord Yuan Bao in her sleeve and sneaked out. Outside the door … there was no one. Outside the courtyard … there was no one. In the garden, Zong Yue was observing the medicinal herbs he was cultivating. Dressed in a white robe and white slippers, he was dressed like a normal person. He floated in his dark purple and light green herb garden like a cloud. When he saw her, he casually greeted her. "So early?"
Feeling guilty, Meng Fuyao had yet to think of an excuse to leave the house. Zong Yue said, "In the morning, the turbid air rises and the clear air falls. It's a good time to go out and take in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It will save you from becoming dumber as you live."
Meng Fuyao was speechless. She was already used to Medical Sage Zong's warm and poisonous words. She did not want to bicker with him today. "Yes, yes, no wonder you're becoming more abstract as you live. You must have absorbed too much spiritual energy from heaven and earth."
Zong Yue glanced at her and ignored her. Meng Fuyao skipped across the garden and met Zhan Beiye in the courtyard. Zhan Wangye was training with Tie Cheng, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. "Come, come and get beaten up."
Meng Fuyao thought that he was also ignorant, which made her happy. She drew a circle on the ground with her foot. "Let's play something new today."
Zhan Beiye tilted his head and smiled. "What is it?"
"Let's compete in getting beaten up." Meng Fuyao giggled. "Stand in this circle, but you can't go beyond it. Whoever steps out of the circle loses."
"Alright."
"According to gender, you'll be beaten first."
"Alright."
Zhan Wangye stood in the circle obediently. Meng Fuyao smiled. "You're not allowed to step out of the circle. If you do, you're not allowed to talk for three days."
Zhan Beiye looked at her disdainfully. "Will I lose?"
Meng Fuyao waved her fist. "Catch!"
Zhan Beiye casually glanced at her from the corner of his eye. Halfway through, his fist made a turn and landed on his stomach. Meng Fuyao winked. "Ouch, why does your stomach hurt all of a sudden? I'm going to pee … "She ran off like a wisp of smoke, waving as she ran." Don't step out of the circle, wait for me … "
Zhan Beiye shook his head and cursed. "This vulgar woman …" He waited obediently in the circle.
Meng Fuyao ran to the latrine, lifted her leg, and flipped over the wall behind it. She lamented that Zhan Wangye was too honest. She had already used the pee escape trick twice, so why did he still fall for it?
After flipping over the wall, she saw the gate of the first courtyard in sight. She was elated. Suddenly, someone came out from behind the screen wall and smiled casually. "Good morning, Fuyao."
Meng Fuyao's excitement was immediately extinguished by the warm greeting. She extended her hand and waved disappointedly. "Morning …"
"You're dressed beautifully today." Zhangsun Wuji smiled at her. "A dark purple robe with big yellow flowers. Really a good match."
Meng Fuyao laughed awkwardly. "Yes, yes … You're dressed beautifully too … What a beautiful color …"
Zhangsun Wuji smiled. "I've worn this color for a long time. It's rare for you to finally find it beautiful." He looked inside and asked, "Is Mr. Zong up yet? I have some medical questions to ask him. "
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up and she was overjoyed. "Yes, yes, he's planting grass in the garden." She eagerly held onto Zhangsun Wuji's sleeve and pointed. "Here, he's in the last courtyard, you know."
"Alright." Zhangsun Wuji walked away without another word. Meng Fuyao was just about to jump out when Zhangsun Wuji suddenly turned around and asked, "I haven't asked you yet. Where are you going so early in the morning?"
"Ah?" Meng Fuyao raised her leg high and carefully put it down. She rolled her eyes and answered, "I'm sick of eating breakfast in the manor every day. I heard that the crystal sugar tofu pudding outside is fragrant and tender. I bought it for you guys."
"It's rare that you're willing to treat us. I remember it's the first time I've met you." Zhangsun Wuji mocked her stinginess without batting an eyelid. He continued walking and said, "Go and come back quickly."
Meng Fuyao was overjoyed. She didn't care about his sarcasm anymore. She agreed crisply and ran away.
She finally crossed the gate and let out a long sigh of relief. 'Damn it, I'm finally free from the oppression I've been enduring every day. I'm going to have a good time today!'
Seeing that it was still early, she decided to go to the Chrysanthemum Path to taste some chrysanthemums. She proudly mounted her horse and suddenly spoke into her sleeve, "Ingot, there's a bunch of red bunches over there. The flowers are sweet. Do you want some?"
Upon hearing that there was food, Ingot immediately popped his head out. Meng Fuyao pointed at him, and he pounced over.
"Meow!"
Suddenly, a cat popped out from under the flowers.
Lord Ingot's body immediately froze on the String of Red Roses. He clawed at the flowers and slowly looked down. The cat looked at him curiously and thoughtfully, seriously considering whether this strangely dressed thing was a mortal enemy or a relative, a rabbit.
Meng Fuyao laughed happily on the horse.
She was going out to do something bad today, so she couldn't let Ingot follow her. The problem was that the cat was extremely sensitive and had a telepathic connection with its master. It was impossible for her to bring it along. If she didn't bring it along and it had some way to call out to its master, it would rush over and she wouldn't be able to do anything. She might as well find something for it to do so that it wouldn't have time to contact them.
A few days ago, she saw a cat hole under the bunches of red bunches with a kitten inside. Just in time to see if there was a mouse in this world that wasn't afraid of cats.
Lord Ingot finally confirmed that the yellow thing was indeed a cat. With a shriek, he jumped down from the flower and tried to run away. Unfortunately, he had forgotten that he was wearing the dance dress that Fuyao had given him. The thing dragged along the long skirt, causing Lord Ingot to roll on the ground after a few steps. Then, he got up and ran again, then rolled on the ground again.
Helpless, he grabbed a thin broken branch from the ground, retracted his hind legs, and raised his front paw, adopting the formidable sword stance that Zhangsun Wuji had used when he first met Meng Fuyao.
The kitten was startled by the 'martial arts expert, Lord Ingot's' awesome starting stance, and took a step back in fear. Lord Ingot immediately pointed horizontally, using the second stance, Wild Geese Descending on the Sand. His posture was really silly.
It was a pity that the snow-white fur on its buttocks gradually became wet.
Meng Fuyao laughed heartily and whipped away, leaving the pitiful Master Ingot behind. Dragging her pink dress, she continued to confront the kitten.
After turning one corner after another, the high-spirited Meng Fuyao gradually spotted an embroidered curtain in an alley ahead.
The curtain was indeed unique, embroidered with a golden chrysanthemum with thousands of leaves, swaying in the wind. Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up as she shouted, "Chrysanthemum, I'm coming!" She kicked the horse's belly and dashed in.
A minute later.
Meng Fuyao desperately whipped the horse. "Turn around! Turn around!"
The alley was narrow, and the horse couldn't turn around, so it turned around in circles. Helpless, Meng Fuyao squatted on the horse and greeted the two handsome men blocking the alley. "Nice to meet you, nice to meet you."
Zong Yue looked calmly at a rarely seen flower in the alley, not even lifting his head. "The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this alley is indeed more abundant. No wonder you've walked half the city. It's not easy."
Zhan Beiye crossed his arms and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. He had actually drawn a circle under his feet. When he saw Meng Fuyao looking over, he pointed at the circle and said slyly, "I'm not out of the circle."
"Come here, I'm not done yet. You have a long way to go to the toilet," he added.
Meng Fuyao broke down and threw the reins away, leaping backward.
"Since you're here, why leave?"
Someone smiled and caught her as she shot out like a cannonball. He pinched her face and said, "This tofu pudding is indeed fragrant and tender."
Meng Fuyao smiled and nodded her head repeatedly. "It's alright, it's alright."
= = =
Had anyone ever seen a handsome man accompanying a woman to a male brothel?
Had anyone ever seen a beautiful woman playing with a beautiful woman?
Meng Fuyao thought that she was the only one who had ever set a record. Moreover, she was accompanied by not just one but three handsome men.
This was one of life's greatest … tragedies.
She had originally planned to return home, but those three bastards actually came just like that. Everyone wanted to see what kind of man in this world could attract Miss Meng so much that she would not hesitate to lie and swindle others just to rush over. If they were really worth learning, they did not mind being apprenticed to a master or something.
Meng Fuyao was held hostage in the middle. She could neither run nor scold them, so she decided to just ignore them. She pinched Zhangsun Wuji on the left and Zong Yue on the right. Smiling lecherously, she said, "These two prostitutes are really pretty. Come and give me a fragrant one."
She cast a sidelong glance at the two dignified and valiant men, waiting for them to act up and return home. Zhangsun Wuji smiled and said, "Sir, one pinch for three thousand taels. Thank you for your patronage."
Zong Yue said faintly, "Sir, there's poison on my face. Your hands are going to itch for the whole day."
…
As they entered the courtyard, the male brothel keeper came out to greet them. His eyes revealed a look of surprise and excitement, just like how a brothel keeper would want to trick beauties into a brothel to earn money. Zhangsun Wuji and the other two's beauty stunned the brothel keeper as well. Even Meng Fuyao, who had disguised herself as a man, had a delicate and pretty face.
Meng Fuyao gnashed her teeth and glared at the brothel keeper, but her expression did not change. "Madam Sang, I want the most beautiful women in your courtyard. I want four. I'm going to open my buds today." She pointed at Zhan Beiye. "Don't stand on ceremony. Kill them as much as you can. This one will pay the bill."
The brothel keeper looked at Zhan Beiye. He had read many people, so he could tell that these people were not here to visit the Lady Elephant Brothel. Zhan Beiye snorted and waved his hand. "Go, find the best. I … I also want to see her taste."
Meng Fuyao looked at the sky gloomily. 'Brothers, you will never understand the pure heart of a fujoshi …'
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"Beauty … It's my honor to meet you … Blargh …" Meng Fuyao held the prostitute's hand affectionately. Halfway through her recitation, she could not continue her lines and ran to the side to vomit. After she was done, she cursed, "What the hell is this? Is this even worthy of being called a "Beauty"? Her waist is only slightly thinner than an elephant's! "
Zhan Beiye waved his hand. "Change!"
The two were playing chess leisurely, occasionally looking up. Zhangsun Wuji said, "I think it's okay. It's better than the one with the white pockmarks. You can make do with it."
Zong Yue put down a chess piece. "I think this one is cleaner. There's some dirt behind the ear of the one just now."
Meng Fuyao said weakly, "I've played enough. Can I go home now?"
"No," Zhan Beiye replied. "I haven't seen your type yet."
The rescued Lord Ingot crawled out of Zhangsun Wuji's sleeve and gloated as he watched his master avenge him. "Meow!" Meng Fuyao hissed. Lord Ingot immediately shrank back.
"Beauty … seeing you … Blargh …"
"Beauty … seeing you … Blargh …"
"Beauty … Brother … Blargh …"
"Damn it! I'm not playing anymore! "Meng Fuyao finally stood up and slammed the table." I don't have a chrysanthemum, but I have my life! Kill me or torture me, go ahead! I won't die anyway … "
"Feng Mo greets Young Master."
A voice came from the door. It was elegant, tranquil, and had a slight tremble to it. It reminded one of a star trailing its tail feathers across the sky, or a flower blooming timidly in the wind.
Meng Fuyao turned around in shock and saw a charming man in a scarlet robe standing in front of the opened paper door. His hair was as black as ink, his skin was as fair as snow, and his eyes were long and bright, shining like stars.
He was a rare beauty!
Meng Fuyao's jaw dropped. How did such a beauty appear out of nowhere? Did she go the wrong way?
Zong Yue said coldly, "Be careful of your saliva."
Meng Fuyao snapped out of her daze and hurried forward. "Beauty … Brother …"
The moment she said it, she realized that the beauty was no longer young. There were faint wrinkles at the corner of her eyes, but her actual age could not be determined. Instead, it added to her charm. Meng Fuyao stared at the beauty's red lips, her eyes shining, and her heart cheered. 'Wow! A top-notch Queen's Baptism … '
Zhan Beiye thoughtfully touched the stubble on his chin. 'So this woman likes old ones?'
Zhangsun Wuji stopped his chess and looked at the waiter who called himself Feng Mo with a slight frown.
The man was generous and walked in without waiting for Meng Fuyao's invitation. He looked around and asked with a smile, "Which Young Master needs to be served?"
Meng Fuyao hurried over. "I want to talk to you, talk to you …"
The three men's gazes landed on her, and Meng Fuyao's back immediately broke out in a cold sweat. She gritted her teeth and held on, unwilling to let go of the beauty. 'No, this opportunity to witness a Queen's Baptism is not something that comes by every day. In the future, when I return to the modern world, I can't guarantee that I can brag about it.'
Meng Fuyao tried her best to resist the attack of the gazes on her back and chatted with Feng Mo. As they talked, she realized that she could not keep up with Feng Mo's conversation. The man was knowledgeable and knowledgeable. He was well-versed in literature, history, medicine, astrology, philosophy, and the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Other than martial arts, which he claimed he did not know, everything else was at his fingertips.
Meng Fuyao prostrated herself in admiration. 'What an exceptional Xiao Shou! Such a good temperament, such amazing knowledge. Sigh, it's a pity that he has fallen to this world of prostitution.' She looked at Feng Mo with bright eyes, thinking about the possibility of redeeming his freedom.
Zhangsun Wuji and Zong Yue had long stopped playing chess and were leaning against a corner of the room to listen quietly. Zhan Beiye slowly wiped his sword in silence. Halfway through, Meng Fuyao looked around the room and saw outstanding men dressed in purple, white, black, and scarlet. Some were elegant, some were handsome, and some were elegant. They were all extraordinary deities that were rarely seen in the mortal world. She could not help but feel dazzled, as if she did not know where she was.
She slowly quietened down, thinking about her trip to this strange world and meeting such outstanding men. Was it fate or misfortune?
Feng Mo was a tactful person. Seeing that she had suddenly quietened down, he immediately stopped talking. He lifted his sleeves and elegantly raised the wine pot on the table. With a faint smile, he said, "It is fate that brought us together today. I, Feng Mo, propose a toast to the four young masters."
Meng Fuyao happily downed the wine in one gulp. Zhan Beiye snorted and drank as well. Zong Yue smiled faintly and said, "Sorry, I don't drink."
Zhangsun Wuji raised his wine cup and strolled to Feng Mo's side. He smiled. "Young Master Feng, you are an amazing person. I am convinced after meeting you today. I should propose a toast to you."
"I wouldn't dare." Feng Mo lowered his eyes. "I am a lowly person who doesn't deserve your favor." He raised his wine cup with both hands and clinked it with Zhangsun Wuji, who was holding it with one hand. Zhangsun Wuji's wine cup suddenly tilted, and the transparent wine spilled out and splashed all over him.
"Oh, how rude of me." Zhangsun Wuji quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe it off. Feng Mo smiled and said, "It's nothing. There's no need to trouble me, Young Master. I have to change my clothes and will take my leave now."
Zhangsun Wuji slowly put down his wine cup, looking pensive. Zong Yue asked, "No martial arts?"
Zhangsun Wuji didn't answer. After a while, he said, "Hmm, I might be overthinking. It's just that it's strange that there's such a person in Hua State. "
Meng Fuyao laughed heartily. "Your Highness, you're the crown prince, not a spy. You should know that there's a beauty in a brothel in your state. Wouldn't that be tiring?"
"But you can see the beauty." Zhangsun Wuji glanced at her. "You're always pretending that you can't see what you can't see."
Zong Yue looked up at the sky. "It's noon. I'm going back to rest. I'll send someone to keep an eye on this place."
"Oh, it's noon! Damn it! "Meng Fuyao suddenly jumped up and rushed out." My opening ceremony! "
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Hua State's Celestial World Club was located in the heart of the city. By the time Meng Fuyao arrived, there was already a huge crowd of people watching. She had already ordered someone to set up a viewing platform in front of the club and selected some dancers from Yaocheng to perform the modern dance she had taught. She was also given cakes and desserts. Forced by her circumstances, Meng Fuyao was an expert in cooking. She had even learned how to make western pastries in university. She was especially good at egg tarts, which were soft and smooth and melted in the mouth. These skills were naturally used to make money.
Meng Fuyao smiled happily at the sight of the popularity. Yao Xun squeezed out from the crowd, sweating profusely. "Why are you still standing here? Hurry up and get ready to cut the ribbon." He then asked, "Where are the others?"
"I have something to do," Meng Fuyao replied. "I'll be back in a bit." She then followed him onto the stage. There were two golden scissors on the table. She reached out for them, but suddenly, a hand reached out and snatched them away.
Meng Fuyao was stunned. She lifted her eyes to look at the person. He was dressed like a young master. His looks were barely presentable, but his slanted eyes made him look like he was squinting at people. She tilted her head and asked Yao Xun in a low voice, "Who's this idiot?"
Yao Xun replied, "Didn't you allow that … Gulp? This is Young Master Li of Jiangbei Circuit. He's also a part of this. "
Meng Fuyao laughed heartily. "Shareholder? Deal!" She smiled at Young Master Li, who was staring at her with an inexplicable and hostile expression, and reached for the other pair of scissors.
Unexpectedly, Young Master Li reached out and brushed the scissors to the ground.
Meng Fuyao's gaze landed on the pair of scissors that had almost pierced her boots. She slowly raised her eyes and asked with a smile, "Young Master Li?"
Young Master Li's nose was in the air. "Yeah."
"Do you need scissors to cut your nose hair?" Meng Fuyao smiled. "This isn't easy to use. Use that." She walked to the back hall and took a mountain-splitting axe from the weapons rack. She smiled and shook it in her hand. "It's sturdy and durable. It won't break even after a long time of cutting."
"Impudent!" Young Master Li flew into a rage. "You're just a third-rank military official. How dare you speak to me like this?"
"Oh?" Meng Fuyao asked him politely. "May I ask what rank you are? Please inform me as soon as possible so that I can pay my respects. "
"My father is a first-rank official in the imperial court! A high-ranking military official! "Young Master Li's face turned red." Even a single strand of hair from me is thicker than your waist! "
"Is that so?" Meng Fuyao laughed. She suddenly reached out and pulled out a lock of Young Master Li's hair at lightning speed.
Young Master Li shrieked like a pig being slaughtered. She grinned and placed the lock of hair in front of her waist, shaking her head.
"This is a hundred strands of hair, but why isn't it thicker than my waist? Young Master Li, you must be honest. "She patted Young Master Li's shoulder." Or do you have hair thicker than my waist? Then pull it out and take a look. Don't stand on ceremony. We must treat reality objectively and scientifically. "
"Rebel! Rebel! Rebel! " Young Master Li covered his bald scalp and flew into a rage. "Everyone says that you're a tyrant in Yao City. You bully people and bully weak women. It seems like it's true! Guards! "
A large group of soldiers rushed in. They were all armed and handcuffed. It seemed like they had been waiting there all along.
Young Master Li's lung capacity was extremely good. He pointed at Fuyao and shouted, "Take down this shameless woman who bullies the market and bullies men and women. She has committed all sorts of evil deeds and hurt people on the streets.
"Take her down!"
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