[Martial Arts Fantasy] Laughing and Embracing Beauties of the Three Realms (Complete) - 14

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Chapter 48: A Chance Encounter with Yu Yan

Zhang Xiaoyu lay on the bed, embracing Youcao. Youcao was weak all over, her face flushed. After a while, Youcao said to Zhang Xiaoyu, "Husband, do you think Mother will agree?" "Probably not," Zhang Xiaoyu said truthfully, after all, the embroiderer wasn't a harlot.

"Then what should we do?" Youcao looked troubled.

Zhang Xiaoyu already had an idea in mind, and seeing Youcao's predicament, it was the perfect time to speak up. "Actually, I have a plan, but I don't know if it will work." "Then tell me, let me hear it," Youcao hurriedly asked him, hearing that Zhang Xiaoyu had come up with a solution.

Zhang Xiaoyu's scheme had succeeded, and he smiled smugly to himself. "Here's what we'll do," Zhang Xiaoyu said. "Have your mother-in-law come to see you tonight. While you two are making love, I'll hide nearby. We'll act according to the situation and try to persuade her. If she doesn't agree, you can say you can't handle it alone, that you've hurt yourself. She loves you so much, she'll eventually agree." Youcao felt a little uneasy about Zhang Xiaoyu's idea, but couldn't think of any other good ideas, so she agreed. Zhang Xiaoyu told Youcao to rest a little longer to prepare for their passionate night. Youcao, amused by his teasing, grabbed his waist and twisted it, making Zhang Xiaoyu wince in pain. So this was a trick ancient women had already learned! Youcao had quickly turned into a little tigress. But Zhang Xiaoyu liked it; it made things more interesting. She'd have to submit obediently in bed anyway.

With nothing else to do, Zhang Xiaoyu went for a walk. Before he knew it, he found himself in a beautiful spot. Suddenly, he heard light footsteps; two women were approaching. A voice said, "This place is very quiet, no one comes here..." Zhang Xiaoyu felt the voice sounded familiar, as if he'd heard it before. After a moment's thought, he realized it was Wang Yuyan's voice. He wondered what she was doing here.

Wang Yuyan continued, "Xiao Ming, what did you hear...what news about him?" Xiao Ming hesitated for a long time, seemingly unwilling to speak directly.

Wang Yuyan said, "Tell me! I'll never forget your kindness." Xiaoming said, "I'm afraid... afraid Madam will scold me." Wang Yuyan said, "You silly girl, if you tell me, how could I tell Madam?" Xiaoming said, "What if Madam asks you?" Wang Yuyan said, "Of course I won't tell." Xiaoming hesitated for a while and then said, "Young Master went to Shaolin Temple." Wang Yuyan said, "went to Shaolin Temple? How come A'Zhu and A'Bi said he went to the Beggars' Sect in Luoyang?" Xiaoming said, "Madam met Master Gongye on her way out and said that she learned that the leaders of the Beggars' Sect had all come to Jiangnan to ask Young Master for some kind of instruction. Master Gongye also said that he received a letter from Young Master, and when he arrived in Luoyang, he couldn't find the beggar leaders, so he went to Shaolin Temple on Mount Song." "Go." Wang Yuyan asked, "What's he going to Shaolin Temple for?" Xiaoming replied, "Second Master Gongye said that in his letter, Young Master said he heard in Luoyang that an old monk from Shaolin Temple died in Dali, and they wrongly accused the 'Murong of Gusu' of killing him. Young Master is very angry, and fortunately, Shaolin Temple is not far from Luoyang, so he's going to go and talk to the monks there to get to the bottom of things." Wang Yuyan said, "If they can't get to the bottom of things, won't they have to resort to violence? Now that Madam has received the news, why did she come back instead of going to help Young Master?" Xiaoming said, "This... I don't know. I suppose Madam doesn't like Young Master." The young master said angrily, "Hmph, even if you don't like him, he's still one of us. Does the Murong family of Gusu have something to be proud of when they lose face outside?" Xiaoming didn't dare to reply.

Zhang Xiaoyu emerged from his hiding place. The two women were startled to see him, but breathed a sigh of relief upon recognizing him. Wang Yuyan had met Zhang Xiaoyu yesterday and knew he was with Azhu and Abi. Xiaoming, having been with Madam Wang yesterday, had witnessed Zhang Xiaoyu's outstanding performance. Seeing him, Xiaoming said, "Oh, it's you, young master! What brings you here?" Zhang Xiaoyu flashed a smile that could charm most women, saying, "Having nothing to do today, I decided to stroll around this secluded part of the manor and admire the scenery. I didn't expect to see not only beautiful views but also a beauty." He then winked at Xiaoming. Xiaoming felt her heart race: Was he saying I was beautiful? No, no, he must be referring to my mistress. Thinking this, a pang of jealousy rose in her heart. "Of course, Miss is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Zhang Xiaoyu walked up to Wang Yuyan, and as he passed by Xiaoming, he said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Actually, Xiaoming is not bad either. She is more beautiful than flowers, and she is just as captivating." Xiaoming's face immediately turned red.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu enter, Wang Yuyan asked, "Young Master, did you hear what I said to her just now?" Zhang Xiaoyu smiled and said, "Sister, there's no need to be so polite. My name is Zhang Xiaoyu, you can just call me Xiaoyu. I overheard your conversation with this Sister Xiaoming, but you can rest assured, Xiaoyu will not reveal a single word, and I guarantee Sister Xiaoming will not be blamed by Madam." Wang Yuyan's face darkened, and she said, "This is only the second time we've met, how can you call me 'sister' like that?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "If I don't call you 'sister,' then what should I call you?" Wang Yuyan said, "My surname is Wang, you can call me Miss Wang." Zhang Xiaoyu shook his head and said, "No, no, there are countless girls with the surname Wang in the world, and someone as celestial as you, how can I only call you 'Miss Wang'?" But what should I call you? That's quite a dilemma. Should I call you Fairy Wang? That seems too vulgar. How about Princess Mantuo? "The Song Dynasty, Dali, Liao Dynasty, Tibet, Western Xia—which country doesn't have princesses? Which one can compare to you?" Wang Yuyan's heart wasn't calm when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu's smile. Who doesn't appreciate beauty? The first time she saw Zhang Xiaoyu, although she noticed his handsome appearance, she was worried about Murong Fu and didn't have time to think much about it. Seeing her again, she couldn't help but find him beautiful, especially his smile, which warmed her heart. Hearing his sincere and heartfelt praise of her beauty, she felt a little happy and smiled, "Didn't you leave with A'Zhu and the others yesterday?" "We met Madam on our way back. Sister A'Zhu and the others went back first," Zhang Xiaoyu replied.

"You met Mother? Didn't Mother cut off your feet?" Wang Yuyan wondered. None of the men who had come here before had been unharmed, but Zhang Xiaoyu seemed perfectly fine.

"How could that be? Madam is a very kind person. We had a very pleasant chat yesterday," Zhang Xiaoyu said, insincerely flattering Madam Wang. "Yes, yes," Xiao Ming agreed, then recounted Zhang Xiaoyu's entire affair to Wang Yuyan.

Although Zhang Xiaoyu wasn't particularly interested in Wang Yuyan—in other words, not interested in sleeping with her, as she didn't currently arouse that kind of desire—she was still a rare beauty. If it came to liking her, Zhang Xiaoyu did like her. Moreover, Wang Yuyan's future was destined to be difficult, and for that reason alone, Zhang Xiaoyu couldn't give up.

Zhang Xiaoyu thought that only Murong Fu could attract Wang Yuyan's attention, so he said, "I know a little about what you said about Young Master Murong and Shaolin Temple. Shaolin Temple is the pinnacle of the martial arts world, with hundreds, if not thousands, of highly skilled monks, most of whom are proficient in the seventy-two unique skills. This time, Master Xuanbei of Shaolin was poisoned to death by someone in the Shenjie Temple in Dali Luliang Prefecture, and the monks all believe that 'Murong of Gusu' was responsible. Young Master Murong is taking a dangerous risk all by himself, which is extremely inappropriate." Wang Yuyan's body trembled. Seeing her expression, Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "She cares about Murong Fu, but little does she know that in Murong Fu's heart, he would sacrifice you for the restoration of his kingdom. It's really not worth it." Zhang Xiaoyu was still moved by Wang Yuyan's persistence in her feelings for Murong Fu.

"But sister, you can rest assured. Shaolin Temple is a reputable and righteous sect, and they are always fair in their dealings. So there won't be any conflicts before things are investigated thoroughly." Zhang Xiaoyu continued to call Wang Yuyan "sister."

Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu's words, Wang Yuyan thought about it and felt it made a lot of sense. She felt somewhat helpless that Zhang Xiaoyu still shamelessly called her "sister," but she wasn't as unhappy as before. She then asked Xiaoming, "What else did Madam say?" Xiaoming replied, "Madam said, 'Hmph, the trouble is getting bigger and bigger. You've made enemies with the Beggars' Sect and become adversaries of the Shaolin Sect. I'm afraid your Murong family of Gusu will die... die without a burial place.'" Wang Yuyan said, "Mother knows that Young Master's situation is dangerous, why doesn't she care?" Xiaoming said, "Yes. Miss, I'm afraid Madam will come looking for me, I have to go! Please don't say that I said what she just said, Miss. I still want to serve you for a few more years." Wang Yuyan said, "Don't worry. How could I harm you?" Seeing the fear in her eyes, Zhang Xiaoyu thought: Madam Wang kills people like dirt; she truly terrifies people.

Zhang Xiaoyu also said to Xiaoming, "Sister, there's no need to worry. Only the three of us know about this; we won't tell anyone else." Xiaoming looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with her beautiful eyes and said, "Thank you, young master." "Sister, you don't need to be so polite. Just call me little brother from now on. Little brother will want to play with you again in the future." Hearing Zhang Xiaoyu say this, Xiaoming was overjoyed and took her leave.

Wang Yuyan walked slowly to the bluestone bench and sat down gracefully. Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu still standing beside her, she invited him to sit down as well. Zhang Xiaoyu saw a white tea plant standing very close to her, while the other two were slightly apart. The beauty and the famous flower complemented each other perfectly. He sighed, "'A famous flower and a beauty that could topple a kingdom, both pleasing to the eye,' is not enough, not enough. Back then, Li Bai used peonies to describe the beauty of Yang Guifei. If he had the fortune to see Miss, he would know that although the flowers are beautiful, they lack coquettishness, soft words, joy, laughter, and worries. That is far inferior." After saying this, he sat down beside Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan trembled. She had never been so close to a man other than her cousin before. "You keep saying I'm beautiful, but I don't know if it's true." Zhang Xiaoyu was very surprised and said, "Those who don't know the beauty of Zidu are blind. If you think so of men, how much more so of someone as stunningly beautiful as you, young lady?" He must have heard too many compliments in his life and was tired of them. Wang Yuyan slowly shook her head, a look of loneliness in her eyes, and said, "No one has ever told me whether I'm beautiful or not. In this Mantuo Manor, apart from my mother, everyone is a maid and servant. They only know that I'm a young lady. Who cares whether I'm beautiful or ugly?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Then what about the people outside?" Wang Yuyan said, "What people outside?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "If you go outside, wouldn't people be surprised, amazed, and bow down in worship when they see a beauty like you, a celestial being?" Wang Yuyan said, "I never go outside. What would I do outside? My mother won't let me go out either. When I go to my aunt's 'Huanshi Water Pavilion' to read, I don't encounter any outsiders. It's just a few of her friends, Brother Deng, Brother Gongye, Brother Bao, and Brother Feng. They... they don't say things like you." She smiled slightly as she spoke.

Zhang Xiaoyu asked, "Could it be that Young Master Murong... never said you were beautiful?" Wang Yuyan slowly lowered her head, letting out a very soft, smug sound, followed by another. A few tears fell onto the grass, glistening like morning dew.

Zhang Xiaoyu didn't ask any more questions, only offering words of comfort.

After a long while, Wang Yuyan sighed softly and said, "He... he's busy all year round, from morning till night. When he's with me, he's either talking about martial arts or national affairs. I... I hate martial arts. Even though I hate martial arts, I've memorized the boxing and sword manuals so I can explain anything he doesn't understand. But I don't practice them myself. It's always unseemly for a girl to wield a knife or stick..." Zhang Xiaoyu sighed inwardly. Wang Yuyan was as beautiful as a fairy, possessing a beauty that could make fish sink and geese fall from the sky, and the moon hide its face in shame. Such a divine woman spent her days studying martial arts manuals, swords, spears, and fighting. If she were Little Dragon Girl, it would be understandable, but she was Wang Yuyan, and she herself had absolutely no interest in such things. Interestingly, all of this was to please her cousin, her Prince Charming—Murong Fu. Murong Fu needed martial arts skills, tools to help him restore his kingdom, not a gentle and virtuous woman. So, to help him with martial arts, share his burdens, and have a compelling reason for her cousin to think of her often, Wang Yuyan forced herself to read countless martial arts manuals, turning herself into a living martial arts manual. This way, her cousin would be closer to her. Because Murong Fu was busy restoring his kingdom, he didn't have time to read all the manuals, but he could have his cousin explain them to him. This was Wang Yuyan's greatest wish—to see her beloved cousin and spend a short time with him. Based on this level of devotion, I dare say most girls today wouldn't do that. Given Murong Fu's temperament, he would probably have a very difficult time finding a girlfriend in modern society. Since falling in love with Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan has devoted herself entirely to him, completely disregarding her own feelings. Her happiness is his happiness, and his sorrow is her sorrow. Despite knowing absolutely no martial arts, she dared to venture into the martial world just to see her cousin, completely ignoring the dangers of the martial world, the unpredictability of people, and her own safety. She herself has repeatedly faced perilous situations: first, the pursuit of the Western Xia's First-Class Hall; then, the harassment of demons and monsters at the Ten Thousand Immortals Gathering; then, the forced marriage by the Lingjiu Palace; and finally, Yun Zhonghe, who constantly lusts after her and harbors covetous eyes.

Wang Yuyan did help Murong Fu a lot with martial arts, but Murong Fu was too arrogant. He always felt it was beneath him to receive her guidance: "I, the mighty Murong of the South, the sole ruler of the south, do I need the guidance of a weak little girl like you?" Murong Fu always seemed dismissive of Wang Yuyan's guidance, even though he knew his skills were far inferior to his cousin's. Their conflict finally erupted in the small mill. To save Duan Yu, Wang Yuyan mocked Murong Fu, saying his knowledge of martial arts was far inferior to hers. The proud Murong Fu couldn't tolerate this. His desire to kill Duan Yu seemed less about jealousy and more about spite towards Wang Yuyan. He remembered every word of her mockery in the mill, harboring a deep resentment. Later, although they spent a lot of time together, the lingering rift from those few sarcastic remarks led him to frequently harass Wang Yuyan for no reason, gossiping about her. Wang Yuyan felt wronged but silently endured it all.

Later at Shaolin Temple, Murong Fu was defeated by Duan Yu. It was only through Wang Yuyan's intercession, pleading with Duan Yu to spare his life, that Murong Fu's life was saved. However, this was even more unbearable for Murong Fu than killing him. Murong Fu attempted suicide by sword, but was later saved by Murong Bo. From then on, Murong Fu harbored even greater resentment towards Wang Yuyan. Later, when Xiao Feng and his son wanted to kill Murong Bo, the Xiao family originally had another powerful ally—Duan Yu. If Duan Yu had joined the battle again, it would have been extremely disadvantageous for the Murong family. It was Wang Yuyan's words that forced Duan Yu to retreat, which greatly helped the Murong family.

What's most touching is the scene by the dry well in Xixia, where Murong Fu reveals what happened at the small mill that day. Wang Yuyan knows her cousin's arrogance and realizes that given his temper, he would never tolerate what she said. Wang Yuyan, completely disregarding her dignity, bows deeply and humbly begs Murong Fu for forgiveness, saying, "If I do something wrong in the future, you can hit me or scold me, just don't keep it to yourself..." This elegant and refined woman has already gone to such lengths for you; what more could you ask of her? What more could you bear to ask of her? Did you expect her to kneel and kowtow? If this could win back her beloved, I think Wang Yuyan would definitely do it. With such a wife, what more could a husband ask for? However, in the end, all she received from Murong Fu was a nod and a shake of his head. Faced with the heartless Murong Fu, Wang Yuyan chose to die for love. At that moment, she didn't consider Duan Yu's feelings. If Murong Fu had immediately changed his mind, Wang Yuyan would never have wanted to die with Duan Yu. Her later feelings for Duan Yu were entirely due to her surviving a fall into a well. Having gone through life and death repeatedly, she gained clarity on many previously insurmountable issues. Some people might still be unable to accept this and attempt suicide multiple times, but fortunately, Wang Yuyan came to terms with it. Yang Guo also survived jumping into the Valley of Heartbreak. Even if he couldn't see Xiaolongnu again, he wouldn't attempt suicide. Yang Guo's unwavering love for Xiaolongnu, even unto death, surpassed Wang Yuyan's infatuation with Murong Fu. Wang Yuyan's feelings for Duan Yu were more likely gratitude than true love. Her final choice of Duan Yu was probably because loving him was so painful and exhausting; it was better to be loved, which brought her relief.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaoyu strengthened his resolve to bring Wang Yuyan into his harem. He believed he would eventually fall in love with this heartbroken woman.

Zhang Xiaoyu said to Wang Yuyan, "Yes, yes! How can a beauty as unparalleled as you be involved in any inappropriate physical contact? That would be utterly inappropriate!" Wang Yuyan smiled slightly and continued, "I really don't want to know about the stories of emperors and generals throughout history, about how you kill me today and I kill you tomorrow. But he loves to talk about these things, so I have to read these books and tell them to him." Zhang Xiaoyu asked curiously, "Why do you have to read them and tell them to him? Can't he read them himself?" Wang Yuyan rolled her eyes at him and scolded, "Do you think he's blind? Can't he read?" Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled and teased her, "Is he just too stupid to understand?" Zhang Xiaoyu saw Wang Yuyan... Yan's expression darkened upon hearing her own words, and she quickly said, "I was just joking. I think Young Master Murong must be a very good person." Wang Yu then smiled gently and said, "He is my cousin. In this manor, apart from my aunt, uncle, and cousin, very few other people come. But since my uncle passed away, my mother and aunt have had a falling out. My mother doesn't even allow my cousin to come. I don't know if he is the best person in the world. I can't see any good or bad people in the world." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Why don't you ask your father?" Wang Yu said, "My father passed away a long time ago. He died before I was born. I... I have never met him." As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she was on the verge of tears again.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt a slight pang in his heart. Seeing her like this, he remembered Duan Yu's method in the original book and hurriedly said, "Well, your aunt is your father's sister, your uncle is your aunt's husband, and he...he...he is your aunt's son." Wang Yuyan chuckled, "Why have you suddenly become so silly? I'm my mother's daughter, and he's my cousin." Zhang Xiaoyu was very pleased to have made her laugh and said, "Ah, I know, I guess your cousin is very busy and doesn't have time to read, so you're reading for him." Wang Yuyan said, "You could say that, but there's another reason." "Yes. I ask you, why did the Shaolin monks falsely accuse my cousin of killing their Shaolin disciples?" Zhang Xiaoyu noticed a tear still clinging to her long eyelashes and thought, "The ancients said, 'A pear blossom in spring rain,' using this to describe a beautiful woman's weeping. But while pear blossoms are beautiful, pear trees are too bloated, and after the rain, each petal is covered in tears, which is perhaps too heartbreaking. Only someone like Miss Wang, like a camellia in the morning dew, is truly beautiful." Chapter 49: Yu Yan's Joy "Sister, what's your name?" Although Zhang Xiaoyu knew in his heart, he still had to ask.

Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "You're such a strange person. Fine, it's alright if you know. Anyway, even if I don't tell, those two girls, Azhu and Abi, will." She stretched out her finger and drew three characters on the back of her hand: "Wang Yuyan." Zhang Xiaoyu exclaimed, "Wonderful, wonderful! Smiling and amiable, so kind and approachable." Wang Yuyan smiled and said, "Names are always nicer to hear. Even the most wicked and villainous people in history had rather beautiful names. Cao Cao wasn't necessarily virtuous, and Zhu Quanzhong was extremely disloyal. Your name is Zhang Xiaoyu, is your reputation really that good? I'm afraid it's a bit like you're just trying to gain fame..." Zhang Xiaoyu interjected, "...fishing for fame!" The two of them burst into laughter.

Wang Yuyan's beautiful face, which always carried a hint of worry, became even more charming as she laughed heartily. Zhang Xiaoyu thought to himself, "Does he seem more genuine when he smiles?" Unexpectedly, Wang Yuyan's joy was fleeting; a hazy melancholy returned to her eyes, and she softly said, "He...he's always so serious, he never talks to me about these trivial things. Sigh! Yan State, Yan State, is it really that important?" Zhang Xiaoyu said, "This young master Murong is a descendant of the Murong clan of the Xianbei people during the Five Barbarian Invasions; he is a barbarian." Wang Yuyan nodded, "Yes, he is a descendant of the former Murong clan of Yan State. But hundreds of years have passed, why still cling to the past? He wants to be a barbarian, not a Chinese, he doesn't even want to know Chinese characters, and he doesn't want to read Chinese books. But alas, I just don't see any value in Chinese books..." "What's wrong with it? Once I said, 'Cousin, you say Chinese books are bad, then what about books written in Xianbei script? I'd like to see them.' He got very angry because there weren't any books written in Xianbei script at all." She slightly raised her head, gazing at the slowly drifting white clouds in the distance, and said softly, "He...he's ten years older than me, and has always treated me like his little sister, thinking that I know nothing except reading and memorizing martial arts techniques from books. He never knew that I read for him, and memorized martial arts techniques for him. If it weren't for him, I would rather raise some chicks to play with, or play the zither, or write calligraphy." Zhang Xiaoyu's heart stirred slightly, and he thought of a good idea to make Wang Yuyan very happy later. He then asked, "He really doesn't know how good you are to him?" Wang Yuyan replied, "Of course he knows I'm good to him. He treats me very well too. But... but, we're like siblings. He never talks to me about anything other than important matters. He never tells me what's on his mind. He never asks me what's on my mind, and I have no one to confide in." Hearing Wang Yuyan say this, Zhang Xiaoyu asked her, "If you have something on your mind, just tell me. Don't keep it all to yourself." Hearing him say this, Wang Yuyan said shyly, "How... how can I?" Although Wang Yuyan said no, she had an urge to immediately tell Zhang Xiaoyu everything on her mind. She didn't know what was wrong with her.

"Why not? Isn't it pathetic if a person doesn't even have someone to listen to their troubles? I'm willing to be the one who silently listens to my sister's secrets." Wang Yuyan had never told anyone these thoughts before, only pondering them endlessly in her heart. Today, she met Zhang Xiaoyu, someone who gave her a special feeling, and for some reason, she trusted him completely, telling him all the things she had kept hidden for many years. Zhang Xiaoyu also shared Wang Yuyan's joys and sorrows. The two talked and laughed, one handsome and dashing, the other charming and irresistible, making everyone who saw them think they were a perfect couple.

After talking for a while, Wang Yuyan felt her inner turmoil subside and said, "I've told you so many trivial things, don't you find it annoying?" "Of course not, not just for a while, but for a lifetime, I'm willing to listen." Zhang Xiaoyu said gently, the deep affection in his eyes making Wang Yuyan's heart flutter with trepidation, her heart beating faster and faster. This feeling was unlike anything she had ever experienced before. Before, seeing her cousin only brought her joy, and knowing he was in danger would fill her with dread. But this feeling was different from today's. Wang Yuyan couldn't quite put her finger on it. Yet, amidst the fear, there was also a sliver of longing within her.

Wang Yuyan quickly looked away, changing the subject to "Why exactly is Shaolin Temple making things difficult for my cousin?" Seeing Wang Yuyan avoiding his gaze, Zhang Xiaoyu could only say, "The abbot of Shaolin Temple is called Master Xuanci, and he has a junior brother named Xuanbei. Master Xuanbei's most proficient martial art is the 'Weituo Pestle.'" Wang Yuyan nodded, "That's the forty-eighth of the Seventy-Two Shaolin Arts, consisting of only nineteen moves of the pestle technique, yet extremely powerful when unleashed." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "When Master Xuanbei arrived in Dali, he was somehow killed at the Shenjie Temple in Luliang Prefecture. The method used by the enemy to injure him was precisely Master Xuanbei's most proficient 'Weituo Pestle.' They say that only the Murong clan of Gusu knows this method of injury, something called 'using their own methods against them.'" Wang Yuyan nodded, "That makes sense." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "Besides the Shaolin sect, there are other people who also want revenge against the Murong clan." Yan asked, "Who else?" Zhang Xiaoyu replied, "There's a man named Ke Baisui from the Funiu Sect. His signature martial art is called something like 'Heavenly Spirit Thousand Shatters.'" Wang Yuyan said, "Yes, that's the fourth variation of the twenty-ninth move in the Funiu Sect's Hundred Victories Soft Whip technique. Although the move is strange, it's not considered a superior martial art; it's just extremely powerful." Zhang Xiaoyu said, "This man also died from the 'Heavenly Spirit Thousand Shatters' move. His junior brother and disciple will naturally seek revenge against the Murong Clan." Wang Yuyan pondered, "That Ke Baisui might have been killed by my cousin, but it certainly wasn't the monk Xuanbei. My cousin doesn't know the 'Weituo Pestle' technique; it's very difficult to learn. However, if you see my cousin, don't say he doesn't know this martial art, and definitely don't say I told him. He'll be furious if he hears that..." "Hehe, of course I won't say it. I won't do anything that would upset my sister," Zhang Xiaoyu chuckled.

"Smooth-talking," Wang Yuyan muttered, then turned away. That feeling surged up again, and Wang Yuyan felt her face getting slightly hot.

"Sister, wait here for a moment, I'll be right back," Zhang Xiaoyu said to Wang Yuyan, then hurriedly left.

Seeing Zhang Xiaoyu leave so quickly after speaking, Wang Yuyan couldn't help but wonder: Was her brother angry? She herself didn't realize that she had unknowingly drawn them closer in her heart.

After Zhang Xiaoyu left, he found a thick rope and a cushion, went to a large tree, looked at a slightly thicker branch, picked up the rope, jumped up, tied both ends of the rope to the branch, and jumped down. Looking at the swing, he thought: Yuyan probably hasn't even seen one before, let alone played on one. He then tied the rope back up and went to call Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan sat there, and seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu hadn't arrived yet, she started to feel anxious. Just as she was fidgeting, she saw Zhang Xiaoyu walking over with a smile. She hurriedly called out, "Little brother!" But as soon as the words left her mouth, she realized something was wrong. "Young master, were you angry with what I said earlier?" "Why are you still so polite, sister? Do you look down on your little brother?" Zhang Xiaoyu decided to press Wang Yuyan to see what was going on.

"No, no, how could I look down on you, young master? It's just that we've only met twice, and I'm a little hesitant to call you that," Wang Yuyan said uneasily.

"What's wrong with that? Time doesn't tell the whole story. Some things you have since childhood aren't necessarily better than something you've only encountered once, right?" Zhang Xiaoyu's words were loaded with meaning.

Wang Yuyan didn't seem to understand the implication in Zhang Xiaoyu's words, and replied, "Why are you asking me? I've never encountered anything like that before." "Alright, enough of that. Come with me, I'll show you something, I guarantee you'll like it." Zhang Xiaoyu grabbed Wang Yuyan's hand and ran towards the swing.

Wang Yuyan's small hand was held by Zhang Xiaoyu, and she subconsciously struggled slightly. No man had ever touched any part of her body before, not even her cousin.

Zhang Xiaoyu felt Wang Yuyan's struggle and released her hand. He couldn't go too far with a woman like Wang Yuyan.

Wang Yuyan breathed a sigh of relief when Zhang Xiaoyu let go of her hand, but she was still slightly annoyed. Seeing that Zhang Xiaoyu didn't seem to mean it, she didn't say anything more.

Zhang Xiaoyu led Wang Yuyan to the big tree where the swing was.

"Look, this is the gift I gave you today. What do you think? Do you like it?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked proudly.

"What, what is this?" Wang Yuyan asked in confusion.

"Uh..." Wang Yuyan really didn't know. Zhang Xiaoyu had Wang Yuyan sit on the mat and said to her, "This is called a swing. It's something girls play with. Lift your feet off the ground, and I'll teach you how to play." Although Wang Yuyan had never played on a swing before, she was still curious and lifted her legs as Zhang Xiaoyu said.

"Hold on tight to the ropes on both sides." After Zhang Xiaoyu finished speaking and saw that Wang Yuyan was ready, he gently pushed her.

"Ah!" Wang Yuyan had no idea how a swing worked, and now that Zhang Xiaoyu had pushed her, she immediately started swaying. At first, she was a little worried and scared. But after swaying a few times, she gradually got used to it. As Zhang Xiaoyu pushed her higher and higher, Wang Yuyan laughed happily. She felt that as she swayed back and forth on the swing, her heart swayed along with her. The moment the swing slid down, her heart changed its beating speed. The feeling at that moment was indescribable.

Wang Yuyan closed her eyes, carefree and happy, swinging and floating. In that moment, it felt as if time was flowing backward, carrying her back to her childhood, or as if she had sprouted wings and flown away from the mortal world. The troubles and trivialities of reality all drifted away with the wind. Wang Yuyan knew she loved swinging on the swing, loved the feeling of being lifted by the wind, loved that leisurely feeling—gentle, slow, not too high, not too strong, just like being a person—plain, gentle, simple. She felt that this was a kind of beauty, a kind of happiness!

A gentle breeze ruffled Wang Yuyan's hair, making it flutter and dance. Though messy, she loved it. Swinging... she recalled some unforgettable things, the laughter... the tears... all vividly remembered, as if they had just happened a minute ago, leaving her with endless memories.

Swinging... tears welled up in Wang Yuyan's eyes, sliding down her smiling face. Those tears were tears of happiness, and tears of casting aside all the sadness of the past. "Thank you, little brother, thank you so much," Wang Yuyan said to Zhang Xiaoyu in her heart at this moment.

Looking at Wang Yuyan's smiling face, Zhang Xiaoyu felt as if he could hear her heartfelt gratitude, and felt immense satisfaction.

Chapter 50: Seducing the Embroiderer Finally, Wang Yuyan was tired of playing, and Zhang Xiaoyu stopped the swing. The two sat down on the ground together.

"I've never been so happy. Today is a very important day in my life, and I will never forget it. Thank you," Wang Yuyan said sincerely.

"It's nothing. As long as you like it, we can come and play often in the future." Zhang Xiaoyu took Wang Yuyan to her residence and then went back to find Youcao. He wondered how things were going on with her. Thinking of the embroiderer, Zhang Xiaoyu recalled the scene from last night that made him swoon. Mature women were more likely to arouse a man's desire and drive him crazy.

Zhang Xiaoyu imagined how wonderful it would be if Youcao and the embroiderer could serve him in bed like Gan Baobao and Zhong Ling. If Gan Baobao and her daughter, and Xiu Niang and her daughter, were to serve him together, wouldn't that be like four women flying together, a feat beyond mere "pleasure"? Moreover, Wan Qing would practically be his, and with her help, Hong Mian could also marry him, making it a six-person affair. Thinking this, Zhang Xiaoyu could almost see himself carrying Gan Baobao, Zhong Ling, Xiu Niang, and You Cao to bed. Faced with their exquisite curves and alluring, snow-white skin, he was consumed by lust, a volcanic eruption of desire as he forcefully pushed the four women onto the bed, frantically riding them, their moans like heavenly music... Zhang Xiaoyu took a deep breath and quickly shook his head, trying to erase this image from his mind. It was only noon; he couldn't continue thinking like this. He couldn't very well take You Cao to a place with beautiful women to relieve himself, could he? Besides, he had important matters to attend to tonight, and You Cao couldn't be moved now, or things would get complicated.

Zhang Xiaoyu returned to his room and found Youcao missing. Just as he was about to go out to look for her, the door was pushed open from the outside. It was Youcao. Zhang Xiaoyu went over and hugged Youcao, gently kissing her lips. He dared not do anything too serious now, lest he lose control and things go awry.

"Sister, how did it go? Did everything go smoothly?" Zhang Xiaoyu asked, gently stroking Youcao's shoulder.

"Yes, I told Mother. She'll come tonight, but I'm still a little worried, husband. What if Mother really doesn't want to? She'd be so embarrassed if you came out during our time. I'm afraid that if Mother suddenly decides to leave, things will get complicated." Youcao was still somewhat worried.

"Don't worry, things have come to this point, we have to make it happen no matter what. Don't you trust your husband? You saw how powerful he is last night. If your mother-in-law is unwilling, then you, sister, can help me make her experience his power too." "This...this isn't right," Youcao said, realizing Zhang Xiaoyu was implying she was to force her mother on her husband.

"What's wrong, dear sister? Have you forgotten what you said yesterday? Your husband made a huge decision to agree. You're not going to back out again, are you? Oh, poor mother-in-law," Zhang Xiaoyu said sadly.

"I'm not going to back out. Let's do it this way," Youcao immediately agreed, spurred on by Zhang Xiaoyu's provocation.

After a sweet moment with Youcao, she prepared to leave. After all, she was Wang Yuyan's personal maid, and she hadn't seen her last night. If she didn't go now, she couldn't afford not to.

Not long after Youcao left, a maid came to call Zhang Xiaoyu for lunch. Zhang Xiaoyu followed the maid to the dining hall. Upon arriving, he saw Madam Wang already seated there waiting for him, with Wang Yuyan sitting beside her. This mother and daughter were the most alike mother and daughter Zhang Xiaoyu had ever seen. Madam Wang's age was completely undetectable, giving the impression that the two looked like sisters.

Zhang Xiaoyu jokingly said to Madam Wang, "Sister, is this your sister? You two sisters really look alike!" He thought to himself, "Although we're not sisters now, we will be in the future, so I wasn't wrong."

Wang Yuyan glared at Zhang Xiaoyu, but there was no resentment or anger in her eyes. Madam Wang, unaware that Zhang Xiaoyu already knew about Wang Yuyan, was genuinely pleased that he said she and her daughter looked like sisters—a compliment to her youth.

"We're not sisters at all. This is my daughter, Wang Yuyan. Yuyan, and this is Zhang Xiaoyu. Young Master Zhang is a man of both literary and martial talents," Madam Wang introduced them. A sudden idea had formed in her mind: to matchmake her daughter with this outstanding young man. Although Madam Wang had lesbian tendencies, she had no such thoughts about her daughter. She actually loved Wang Yuyan very much, but after being abandoned by Duan Zhengchun, her personality changed drastically. When Wang Yuyan was young, she was still immersed in the pain and sorrow Duan Zhengchun had caused her, neglecting Wang Yuyan. By the time she realized she had neglected her daughter, Wang Yuyan had become so aloof, and she herself didn't know how to express her love to her.

Seeing Wang Yuyan's deep affection for Murong Fu, Madam Wang was very worried. She disliked Murong Fu at all. In her eyes, Murong Fu was not someone she could entrust her life to, not a good husband. His heart was only focused on restoring the kingdom; he cared about nothing else. In a sense, he was the same as Duan Zhengchun. She didn't want her daughter to end up like her. But Wang Yuyan wouldn't listen to her, and she couldn't do anything about it. After all, her daughter hadn't been with many men since the Western Regions, and now Zhang Xiaoyu's appearance gave Madam Wang hope. Zhang Xiaoyu was not only outstanding in martial arts and scholarship, but also loyal and righteous; such a man would be the ideal husband.

"How could that be? I think you're not even thirty yet, how could you have such a big daughter?" Zhang Xiaoyu pretended to be incredulous, his mouth wide open.

"Pfft," Wang Yuyan couldn't help but laugh when she saw Zhang Xiaoyu acting like this.

"You're almost forty, not as young as you say. Alright, come and eat." She got up and made room for Zhang Xiaoyu, letting him sit between her and her daughter.

Seeing Youcao and her daughter standing to the side, Zhang Xiaoyu said to Madam Wang, "Sister, why don't you let them sit down and eat with us? In my family, everyone is the same. There's no distinction of status, only differences in what we do. We eat together. Seeing the others standing makes me unable to eat." The women looked at Zhang Xiaoyu in surprise. Such words were difficult to accept in this era, especially for those in positions of power and men. However, those of lower status and women undoubtedly felt deeply moved by these words. Youcao looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with eyes full of love, and Wang Yuyan looked at him with admiration. Madam Wang was now even more certain of her thoughts; if he treated his servants this way, he would surely treat his wife even better. Xiu Niang also looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with admiration, thinking how she couldn't meet such a good man. Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaoyu didn't look at her again.

Madam Wang invited the embroiderer and Youcao to sit down as well, and the group ate together. Madam Wang suddenly felt that having the embroiderer and Youcao sit down and eat with her, with fewer people standing to serve her, actually improved her appetite.

After the meal, they sat down and chatted casually. Looking at Madam Wang's mature figure, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly had the idea of painting her, so he said to her, "Sister, could I paint a picture for you? It would be a great loss if your beautiful face weren't captured." Madam Wang was finding Zhang Xiaoyu increasingly agreeable. "How come my brother can paint?" Madam Wang wanted Zhang Xiaoyu to be her son-in-law, yet she still called him her brother—it was all so confusing.

"Not very good, but presentable enough." Zhang Xiaoyu's ink paintings were quite good, thanks to his elder sister's training since childhood.

Madam Wang instructed her servants to prepare the Four Treasures of the Study, laying out a fine sheet of paper on the table and arranging the brush, ink, and inkstone. The women all watched Zhang Xiaoyu, eager to see what kind of painting he would create.

Zhang Xiaoyu smiled slightly, walked to the table, picked up a brush, glanced at Madam Wang sitting opposite him, and began to paint earnestly. The more Zhang Xiaoyu painted, the more absorbed he became. Everyone was captivated by his fluid movements, appreciating each stroke. With each stroke, he created a perfectly beautiful and moving woman. The women, all of whom had studied painting and calligraphy and possessed some knowledge of the art, could see that Zhang Xiaoyu's skill had reached a very high level.

Youcao's eyes were like pools of spring water. This handsome young man was now her husband. Her heart had long been lost, and now she was completely captivated, unable to extricate herself. Without Zhang Xiaoyu's love, she could not go on living.

The women stared silently, none of them uttering a word. Zhang Xiaoyu, his expression serene and somewhat ethereal, entered a state of martial arts mastery. His brush moved with the flow of his mind, the characters soaring like dragons, swift and decisive. The two-foot-wide, six-foot-long scroll had already become a work of extraordinary grandeur.

Finally, the painting was finished. Zhang Xiaoyu breathed a sigh of relief; it had been a long time since he had touched a brush. Just as he was about to put the brush down, he suddenly wrote some more words on the painting.

Seeing the women staring blankly at the painting, Madam Wang approached. At that moment, she was captivated by the woman in the painting. Was that herself? Did she really possess such beauty? Under Zhang Xiaoyu's brush, Madam Wang's every smile and gesture, her mature charm, was perfectly captured. Seeing what appeared to be a poem beside the painting, Madam Wang looked closely and was immediately startled. It read: "In the north there is a beautiful woman, peerless and independent. One glance could topple a city, a second glance could topple a nation. How could one not know the power of such beauty?" "A beauty like this is hard to find again!" What did this mean? Was this Zhang Xiaoyu's way of expressing his love for her? Madam Wang felt her heart pounding. Didn't she like women now? Why was she acting like this towards him? He was her son-in-law, her son-in-law, Madam Wang kept repeating to herself, finally suppressing the thought.

The women finally snapped out of their reverie, and Madam Wang took the painting, showering Zhang Xiaoyu with praise.

Wang Yuyan looked at Zhang Xiaoyu with even more curiosity. She hadn't expected him to be so skilled. Although she hadn't witnessed Zhang Xiaoyu's martial arts or heard what Xiao Ming had told her, she now believed it.

The girls pestered Zhang Xiaoyu to paint a portrait of each of them before they would stop. Seeing that it was getting late, and after dinner, everyone went back to their rooms to rest. Zhang Xiaoyu followed Youcao to her room. Once inside, Youcao immediately embraced him, pressing her fragrant lips to his. He felt the intensity of her kiss. Youcao, being inexperienced, only knew to rummage around in Zhang Xiaoyu's mouth. Zhang Xiaoyu took the intruder in his mouth and sucked hard, the sweet nectar filling his mouth. After they separated, Zhang Xiaoyu said to Youcao, "Mother-in-law, you must be here soon. By the way, who is mother-in-law?" Although he knew that Xiu Niang was Youcao's mother, he didn't want to ask now, as he would have to pretend to be surprised later—it was too much trouble.

"You've met her before, she's the beauty who was with me today," Youcao giggled.

"Oh, it's Sister Xiu Niang," Zhang Xiaoyu feigned surprise.

"Yes, isn't Mother beautiful?" "You two are like spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, each with your own strengths. My dear, you are youthful and beautiful, while your mother-in-law is mature and charming. You are both beauties." Zhang Xiaoyu agreed.

"Alright, hurry up and hide. Mother will be here soon." Youcao was afraid that her mother would suddenly come in, so she urged Zhang Xiaoyu to get up.

"It's alright, my husband's martial arts are so good, I'm sure I'll hear your footsteps when you arrive, Mother-in-law," Zhang Xiaoyu said. Just then, he heard footsteps approaching and said to Youcao, "Mother-in-law is here." He then hid behind the screen.

A moment later, the door opened, and Xiu Niang walked in. "Mother, you're here!" Youcao greeted her mother happily.

"Hmm," Xiu Niang blushed. She had guessed why her daughter had called her here that evening; after all, it wasn't their first time. She had initially thought it was just her daughter's desire, but that afternoon she had been deeply attracted to Zhang Xiaoyu. She had felt a liking for this young and promising man from their first meeting, and today she was somewhat captivated. Her mind was filled with Zhang Xiaoyu, and now she felt she needed him too. She wanted to be with her daughter, to treat her as the young man who had stirred her heart.

"Mother, all these years, you've raised me all by yourself. It must have been so hard." Knowing what her mother was thinking, Youcao stepped forward and took Xiu Niang's hand. The two sat down together on the edge of the bed.

"So many years have passed, and now you're all grown up. Seeing how beautiful I am fills my heart with joy; I don't feel any hardship at all." Xiu Niang felt a pang of sadness. All these years, she had endured so much alone, but she didn't want to tell her daughter these things.

"Mother, I didn't understand anything before, but now I know. I know all your suffering, even though you didn't want to tell me." Youcao said, her voice choked with emotion.

"Daughter, my good daughter," Xiu Niang finally broke down upon hearing her daughter's cries, and the two embraced. Zhang Xiaoyu watched the weeping mother and daughter, silently thinking: Cry, cry. After you've cried today, you won't suffer anymore. With me, your man, you'll only feel happiness and joy.

After crying for a while, Youcao wiped away the embroiderer's tears, kissed her lips, and said, "Mother, I only realized today how hard it is to be a single mother. It's not just about taking care of two people's food, drink, and shelter, but also enduring loneliness. I promise you, Mother, after today, you will be as happy as I am." The embroiderer trembled at Youcao's kiss. This was the first time her daughter had kissed her so readily; before, she was always the one initiating, her daughter always passive. And what did Youcao mean by what she said earlier? Did her daughter know about women's needs in some way? How old was she, already thinking about such things? Had she corrupted her? Just as the embroiderer was about to ask Youcao, Youcao kissed her on the lips.

The embroiderer's body went limp, and she knew nothing more. Youcao used the kissing techniques she'd learned from Zhang Xiaoyu on her mother. The embroiderer had never experienced anything like this before. She felt her daughter's tongue enter her mouth—good heavens, what was happening? Then, her daughter used her tongue to pull her own tongue into her mouth, sucking on it evenly.

The embroiderer had never experienced such stimulation before; she let out a long moan, her whole body trembling, and she even tilted to one side. Youcao looked at her mother, whose eyes were glazed over, and asked, "Mother, are you happy?"

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