"Young Master …" Little Qiao pushed open the door with sleepy eyes and placed a large plate of creamy pastries on the table while rubbing her eyes. "Your breakfast is here. The millet porridge is still cooking. I didn't make buns today, so only the creamy pastries are edible."
"Creamy pastries are a holiday dessert here." Lu Sheng slammed the window shut and turned to look at Little Qiao.
It had only been a few months since he last saw this girl, but she had grown even prettier. Especially her small breasts, which were getting bigger and bigger. The white dress that she was wearing was clearly not low-cut, but it was forcefully pushed up by this little girl. Looking down from above, one could clearly see the outline of her fair skin and the deep ravine between her breasts …
"Aiya, Young Master's eyes are bad!" Little Qiao pouted and covered her chest with her hands. "Qiao 'er just realized that the clothes I brought over are too small. My body is growing so fast recently …"
Lu Sheng smiled. "I'll bring you to buy some clothes later."
Little Qiao's face immediately scrunched up.
"Better not. Things are different now. Young Master's medicine expenses are almost running out. There are so many things that need to be spent …"
Lu Sheng was stunned and suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Even Qiao 'er was so sensible and knew how to save money, but he was completely unaware of it.
After Qiao 'er came over, she stayed in one of the rooms in this house. After all, she was his personal maid and would consummate the marriage sooner or later. In the future, if Lu Sheng was willing, he would give her the status of a concubine. That would be climbing up the social ladder.
Qiao 'er did not come from a good background. Her father was a gambling addict and lost so much that he bet his wife and children on it. In the end, they lost everything. Little Qiao and her mother were almost sold to a brothel, but were bought by the kind Second Mother Liu Cuiyu. She paid off her debt.
But even so, Little Qiao's mother still fell ill due to the torment and passed away not long after. Qiao 'er was left alone in the Lu Manor, and even treated the Lu Manor as her own home.
"I have to think of a way to earn money …" Lu Sheng began to treat this matter seriously.
He turned back and saw Qiao 'er taking out another letter from her bosom.
"A messenger just came with a letter." Qiao 'er placed the letter on the table.
Lu Sheng walked over and used his chopsticks to pick up two pieces of creamy pastry. He ate them and picked up the letter. The address on the letter was from the Lu Family.
"It's a letter from home." He tore open the envelope and looked at the paper.
The gist of the message was that his family had decided to relocate to Mountain-Edge City, and that Lu Sheng need not worry. Everything was going smoothly there, and that he should focus on preparing for the Annual Examinations.
Shaking his head, Lu Sheng finished reading the letter and put it away in his desk drawer.
"Is today's medicine ready?" he asked Little Qiao. At the same time, he quickly devoured the cream pastries piled up on the plate. More than twenty pieces of cream pastries the size of a palm were eaten by him in a few bites.
"It's done. It's in the medicine box. Go and practice, Young Master. Come back early." Little Qiao knew that it was almost time for Lu Sheng's daily practice.
"Yes."
Dong, dong, dong.
Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.
"Who?" Little Qiao hurriedly got up to open the door. Not long after, she heard the sound of her talking to the person outside, followed by the soft sound of the door closing.
"Who is it?" After finishing his breakfast, Lu Sheng got up to change his clothes and practice.
"It's a servant from the Song Family. He's here to deliver a letter." Little Qiao handed the envelope in her hand to Lu Sheng. "Young Master, please take a look."
Lu Sheng took it. Seeing that the envelope was addressed to Brother Lu, he knew that it was from Song Zhenguo. Among his friends, the only one with the surname Song was Song Zhenguo.
He opened the envelope. The gist of the contents was that tomorrow was the Scented Satin Festival. He was going to redeem Jun 'er from the pleasure boat, and invited him to celebrate with him as a witness. It was also specially stated that he must come. It was his treat.
"Redeem?" Lu Sheng mumbled. He had long noticed that Jun 'er and Song Zhenguo's relationship was not ordinary. Little did he expect that Song Zhenguo had fallen in love and was actually planning to redeem Jun' er.
However, Song Zhenguo was on good terms with him. Since he had nothing better to do, there was no harm in going.
Keeping the letter, Lu Sheng stuffed it into a drawer and locked it. He picked up a straight saber and prepared to leave. When he returned to his room to change, he walked to the bronze mirror and looked at his current self.
Over the past few days, he could clearly feel the power of Black Tiger Jade Crane Skill within his body gradually manifesting. After this qualitative change, this inner force skill was nourishing his body bit by bit, making it stronger and stronger.
Coupled with the high-heat stimulation of Black Fury Skill, Lu Sheng could now feel his internal organs constantly being refined out of impurities and toxins at every moment.
Such a transformation sometimes made him feel that even if he did not practice hard body skills, his body's endurance and strength might not necessarily be inferior to those hard body skill experts.
Wielding the saber, he casually swung it. Under the circulation of Black Tiger Jade Crane Skill and Black Fury Skill, the air instantly reverberated with a faint rumbling sound. Lu Sheng raised his saber wielding right arm. Unbeknownst to him, his arm was actually covered with a large number of black and red blood vessels and veins, looking hideous and twisted.
In recent days, he had grown much stronger. If not for the long robes he usually wore, one would be able to see the strong muscles all over his body, well-proportioned and fit. Compared to the average scholar, one of his arms was as thick as the thighs of a slightly thinner man.
'I need a good saber.'
Lu Sheng raised his straight saber. The surface of the saber reflected his current face. But at the same time, it reflected many tiny cracks and distortions.
'This saber is about to break.'
Suddenly, a faint sound of footsteps came from the door, as if someone was planning to sneak into his bedroom. Moreover, the rhythm of these footsteps was very different from Little Qiao's.
"Who's there!!"
"ROAR!!!"
A tiger's roar.
Lu Sheng turned his head abruptly, his eyes wide open. Inner Qi surged within his body, and a ferocious and vigorous aura gushed out. The air was even filled with a deafening tiger's roar from the turbulence of inner Qi.
A girl at the door was so frightened that she fell on her butt. It was Zheng Yu 'er!
Her small face was deathly pale from the shock. Her legs went weak as she sat on the floor, unable to get up for a moment.
"Boo hoo hoo … Big Brother Lu, you're bullying me …"
Zheng Yu 'er wanted to give Lu Sheng a secret surprise, but she didn't expect to be the one scared out of her wits. Now, tears gushed out of her eyes.
"Boo hoo hoo …" Zheng Yu 'er couldn't stop crying. Helpless, Lu Sheng helped her up and comforted her.
"I think I saw a huge black tiger pouncing at Yu 'er just now. I was scared to death!" Zheng Yu' er's small face was still deathly pale.
"Next time, don't sneak up on me from behind. It's dangerous." Lu Sheng reached out to rub Zheng Yu 'er's head. "What are you doing here? Where's your brother? "
"He's still in the academy. Tomorrow is the Scented Satin Festival. Does Big Brother Lu have any plans?" Zheng Yu 'er quickly regained her vigor. She rubbed her eyes and quickly asked in a low voice.
"I have a drink appointment with a friend."
"Huh? Too late again!! "Zheng Yu 'er cried out in disappointment. "Sigh, alright, alright. I'll hurry and find the next one. I don't want to be booked again … I'm leaving first, Big Brother Lu!" She seemed to have an ulterior motive as she hurriedly jogged out of the room. She came quickly and left just as quickly.
Little Qiao also hurried in at this moment, her eyes brimming with tears.
"Miss Yu 'er wouldn't let me say it's her … Young Master … I …"
"In the future, anyone who enters the door must inform me in advance," Lu Sheng instructed calmly.
"Yes … yes …" Qiao 'er was frightened by Lu Sheng's solemn tone, and hurriedly bowed her head in acknowledgment.
Lu Sheng glanced at her, then walked out of the room with his saber in hand.
He felt that his killing intent was getting thicker and thicker lately. A peaceful and stable environment didn't seem to be very conducive to the cultivation of Black Fury Skill. From time to time, he would feel the urge to brutally kill, to slaughter wantonly. Perhaps this was a side effect of Black Fury Skill.
…
The next day, the streets were filled with noisy Scented Satin Festival folk song troupes. There were also acrobats, ball throwers, monkey trainers, street performers, and so on.
All sorts of activities crowded the streets. The closer one got to the city center, the more crowded and lively it became.
As usual, Lu Sheng read the scriptures, cultivated his inner Qi, and practiced his saber and palm techniques. Only in the evening did he rush to the rendezvous point with Song Zhenguo.
The rendezvous point was under a row of willows by the Cypress Pine River.
Song Zhenguo was already waiting there. Chen Jiaorong was with him.
"Brother Lu, Brother Yue Sheng! Too slow, too slow! "Song Zhenguo laughed heartily as he patted Lu Sheng's shoulder. "Jiaorong and I have been waiting for you for a long time."
Ever since the incident with Wang Ziquan, he had seen the true faces of many of his so-called friends. He had cast aside all those he had acknowledged in the past, and was no longer close to them. But there were only two people who could truly be considered his good friends.
One was Chen Jiaorong, Chen Yunxi's elder brother.
And the other was Lu Sheng.
Today, he was going to redeem Jun 'er. He had invited Lu Sheng and Chen Jiaorong to be his witnesses. At the same time, it was a celebration.
Originally, he had planned to come alone, but in the end, as his two best friends, he would feel bad if he didn't inform them of such an important matter.
So, he wrote to the two of them in the end, inviting them to come.
"Today is Brother Song's big day. You've had a good night with women. You've had a great time. Heh heh heh. You even made us come here just to watch. That's not right." Chen Jiaorong pointed at Song Zhenguo and laughed.
"Brother Song only cares about his own pleasure. How would he remember good friends like us?" Lu Sheng teased with a smile.
"Let's cut to the chase. Let's go. Let's not waste time. Let's get on the boat! "Song Zhenguo laughed." Everyone has something to do tonight! "
Chen Jiaorong's eyes lit up. He pulled Lu Sheng along and the three of them hurried to the pleasure boat parked nearby by the river.
The pleasure boat floated quietly in front of the pier. There were people coming and going on the boat. There were many guests and it was very lively.
At the side of the boat, Jun 'er was sitting by the window of a side room. Her almond-shaped eyes stared at Song Zhenguo and the others.
"How??? How!! Brother Song clearly promised me that he wouldn't come today!!? " Jun 'er's face was pale. Her hands gripped the edge of the table tightly. She bit her lower lip so hard that it bled.
"How could this be???" Jun 'er felt despair in her heart. She knew that her master's target was Song Zhenguo, Brother Song. So, she had secretly reminded Brother Song in advance not to come to the pleasure boat today. But why did he still come? And why did he come so happily?
Jun 'er felt her entire body go limp and numb. She couldn't muster any strength. She wanted to rush out of the room and find Song Zhenguo. But she knew she couldn't do it.
"Heh heh heh …"
Suddenly, a shrill woman's laughter rang out from the other side of the room.
Jun 'er immediately looked over.
A long-haired woman in a white dress was sitting on her bed in the room.
This woman's black hair cascaded down like a waterfall, covering her entire head and face. Her features couldn't be seen. Her body was so slender that a gust of wind could blow her over.
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