[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 8

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Chapter Fifty-Eight: Verbal Skills

"Boom—boom—boom—"
Outside the solemn and dignified Kaifeng Prefecture, symbolizing law and order, Pang Yu grabbed the enormous drumstick used for appealing grievances and began hammering at the gate without a word.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
"Boom!" "
Open the door, damn it, open the door for me! Open the door now!"
Pang Yu shouted as he smashed the gate, his voice deafening. The poor wooden main gate of Kaifeng Prefecture, only covered with a layer of iron, was being smashed so hard it looked like an earthquake had struck, and it seemed about to be destroyed.
He was never an impatient person. For example, when he saw that beautiful, fairy-like goddess earlier, he rationally restrained himself and didn't immediately pounce on her.
But this time, he had to be impatient. Zhao Yunbi was too vicious, too ruthless, too insidious, and too cunning. If he had arrived a moment later and Ouyang Xiu had died, he would have no way to explain himself!
"Who is it, daring to cause trouble in Kaifeng Prefecture in the middle of the night!" After knocking at least twenty times, a yamen runner's cursing voice immediately came through .
"You son of a bitch!"
"What!" Bang bang bang, the sound of rushing over came quickly. The door opened so fast, in less than ten seconds, "creak," the door opened, and two burly heads with stubble beards stuck out one after the other. Without even looking, they started cursing: "Who the hell is this, tired of living, daring to..."
"Bang!" Pang Yu slammed his drumstick between the two men. The one below immediately went weak in the knees and fell to the ground; the one above, seeing someone, instinctively dodged backward, twisting and jumping around for a while before finally pulling out his knife and shouting angrily: "You audacious dog, trespassing at night... Oh, Fourth Master, what brings you here?"
“Ouyang Feng…” Pang Yu, caught off guard, almost misspoke. “Ouyang Xiu, where is Ouyang Xiu? Someone wants to kill him! Quickly gather men and go to his residence! Wang Chao, Ma Han, Zhang Long, Zhao Hu, who’s there? Hurry!”
Pang Yu was frantic. He flung open the door and rushed inside, but the two constables remained unmoved. They watched him rush through the second gate before remembering to call out, “Fourth Master—Fourth Master, wait! Ouyang Shaoli isn’t at the yamen.”
“What?” Pang Yu paused and turned around.
“Where is he? Where did he go?”
“He…he was taken away by the Prince…”
“Which Prince?”
“Not a prince, but the Prince of Beihai…”
“Zhao Yunbi?”
“Yes.”
Pang Yu froze, something flashing through his mind like lightning, and an ominous premonition quietly arose.
“Neigh! Neigh!”
At that moment, the neighing of horses sounded outside the door.
"We've arrived, Ouyang Shaoli, please take care." A humble, magnetic, refined, deliberately slowed voice sounded strangely familiar.
Pang Yu's expression hardened, and he rushed out the door.
Zhao Yunbi!
In front of the door, under the moonlight, Zhao Yunbi, dressed in casual clothes, was smiling and talking to someone.
This leading figure of the Prince's faction, the second-ranking noble among the three young masters of Bianliang, was riding a tall horse as always, as dashing and carefree as ever, as always...
no, no longer as always.
Before, he had ridden alone, "strolling" in the spotlight under thousands of eyes.
But this time,
Zhao Yunbi was driving!
Ouyang Xiu stepped down from the carriage.
"Thank you for seeing me off, Your Highness." As soon as Ouyang Xiu's feet touched the ground, he quickly turned around and bowed to his temporary "driver," Zhao Yunbi, to express his gratitude, though he tried his best to restrain himself, a hint of flattery still showing on his face.
"Oh, you flatter me, Young Master," Zhao Yunbi chuckled, then sighed with regret. "If it weren't for the late hour, and the fact that you have to get up early tomorrow to assist Prefect Wu in handling a case and seeking justice for the people of the capital, I would love to have a long talk with you by candlelight—you truly are worthy of being Prime Minister Lü's prized student. Your insights are unique and sharp, your criticisms of current affairs are incisive and to the point. You have truly broadened my horizons and I admire you greatly."
"Your Highness is too kind," Ouyang Xiu smiled modestly, bowing again, showing no pride or satisfaction despite Zhao Yunbi's praise.
"Oh, Pang Si," he turned to return to his residence, and immediately spotted Pang Yu standing not far away.
"Where have you been, Brother Yongshu? I've been looking for you everywhere!" Pang Yu greeted him warmly, feigning ignorance.
"Oh, the Prince invited me to his residence for a chat... to discuss some cases that Kaifeng Prefecture has recently taken on. But you, Brother Pang, it's so late..."
Pang Yu glanced at Zhao Yunbi, noticing the surprise in his eyes, and laughed, "I was having a small gathering with some friends at Yuluxiang. I was planning to fill my stomach and head home, but... sigh, a stray dog was barking wildly in the street, ruining my mood. Even the finest delicacies are no match for me."
Zhao Yunbi clearly hadn't expected such a young man to dare mock him to his face. He quickly recovered and retorted, "Couldn't eat, so you came to Kaifeng Prefecture? Want to try prison food?"
"No, no, no, I was planning to go home, but I was robbed on the way by a group of masked men and almost lost my life."
"Almost?"
"Oh, I used to know a few martial arts moves, so I easily dealt with that bunch of robbers." Pang Yu shrugged, his tone suddenly changing, "But... cough cough... this..."
"Brother Pang, speak frankly," Ouyang Xiu interjected.
“Hey, Your Highness, I’m really going to say it.” Pang Yu looked at Zhao Yunbi, as if seeking his opinion.
“Speak your mind.” Zhao Yunbi was expressionless, a flash of anger in his eyes that disappeared almost instantly. He probably would have jumped up and cursed him for being pretentious if he weren’t trying to maintain his image in front of Ouyang Xiu.
“An assassin said before he died that Your Highness sent him to kill me.”
“Nonsense.” Zhao Yunbi angrily retorted, “I am an upright and honest man, how could I secretly instruct my subordinates to make things difficult for you?”
Keep pretending, you bastard!
Pang Yu inwardly despised him to death, but his words were even more venomous: "I told you so! Your Highness, with your noble status, how could you do such a despicable, shameless, and utterly disgraceful thing? Sigh, I don't know which bastard has lost their mind and is impersonating Your Highness. It's simply outrageous! Isn't this clearly an attempt to sow discord between you, the Prince, and the Grand Tutor's Mansion? A shameless, despicable person, the greatest shameless person in the world, Your Highness, don't you agree?"
Zhao Yunbi's face turned ashen, but he couldn't refuse, so he could only let out a low hum.
Forced into admitting it himself, Pang Yu was overjoyed, laughing heartily, "Normally, I wouldn't be afraid of any number of these useless assassins. I'd just have to slit their throats with my knife—tsk tsk tsk, good martial arts skills are no substitute for
that. Only those with both wisdom and courage deserve the title of First-Class Sergeant of the Grand Tutor's Mansion." "But as a law-abiding citizen, for the stability and harmony of Kaifeng Prefecture, I feel it's necessary to personally go and report this matter to Brother Ouyang. We can't let this kind of scoundrel, this beast, tarnish the reputation of the Beihai Prince's Mansion. Your Highness, you—say—it—is—right—isn't—it—?"
He deliberately drew out his words, his eyes constantly glancing at Zhao Yunbi.
After all, he was someone who could support the Prince's faction. This time, although Zhao Yunbi was furious, his face remained expressionless. He calmly said, "Yes, but you should also be careful; you might not be so lucky next time."
Hmph, threatening me? With the fairy sister here, I'm not afraid of you!
Thinking of the beautiful and ethereal fairy sister, Pang Yu recalled her words.
What did she mean by "the person protecting me is in the prison cart"? Oh dear, could it be someone from those two prison carts that this bastard brought into the city? My safety needs to be protected by a fake lecher?!
Pang Yu was puzzled.
"It's getting late, I'll take my leave. Ouyang Xiu, please get some rest." Zhao Yunbi bowed and prepared to leave.
"Your Highness, please wait." Pang Yu stopped him.
"What?"
"I suddenly remembered a story."
"Sorry, I need to go back to my residence to rest. I don't have time to listen to your ramblings." Zhao Yunbi infinitely regretted not bringing a capable bodyguard with him on this trip. Otherwise, he would have already ordered his men to beat up this arrogant and shameless servant—what! He'd go himself? Could he possibly defeat the wise and mighty Fourth Brother in a one-on-one fight?
“Once upon a time, there was a birdman named Lord Xinling, one of the Four Lords of the Warring States.” Pang Yu cleared his throat and spoke loudly to himself, “He saw that Hou Ying, a minor official in Daliang City, was a talented person, so he tried every means to get close to him and win him over. He visited him with generous gifts, held lavish banquets to invite him to sit in the seat of honor, and even took the initiative to hold the reins and drive the carriage, reserving the left seat, which symbolized nobility, for him—yes, just like what Your Highness just did.”
Zhao Yunbi turned around, his expression changing slightly.
"If you ask me, Lord Xinling never had good intentions from the start. All that talk of 'respecting and valuing talent'? Bullshit! He just saw their talent or... their background, and condescended to put in a little effort to win them over, knowing he'd have plenty of opportunities to use them later. Not long after, when Qin attacked Zhao, Lord Xinling had Hou Ying devise a plan to steal Wei's military tally, leading a massive army to attack. They defeated the enemy in one battle, their fame shaking the world! Tsk tsk tsk!"
"And Hou Ying? He was branded a traitor and committed suicide out of guilt. Alas, what a pity! Such a talented man, just one ride in a carriage, and his life was gone—hey, Your Highness, I'm not saying you had bad intentions, trying to use the Ouyang brothers to do something evil with Prime Minister Lü's help, I just thought of it on a whim..."
Even with his good temper, Zhao Yunbi couldn't hold back anymore. He grabbed his whip and charged forward to lash him. "
Come on, come on.
" Pang Yu was afraid he wouldn't act. "
So what? Even if you only get a flick on the whip, you started it. I won't complain until I pick up a brick and beat you until your head bleeds—what? No bricks these days? No bricks? Pick up a stone, just as clean as cracking your skull!
" *Crack!* A loud lash of the whip. But it struck the horse.
Zhao Yunbi took two steps, finally managing to hold back, taking a deep breath to suppress his surging anger.
"Pang Si, you should think about yourself!" Zhao Yunbi leaped onto his horse, his hand gripping the reins trembling, clearly furious. He turned back and sneered, "Your master's evil deeds have blown up this time. He'll be severely punished as soon as the Emperor returns to the capital. Grand Tutor Pang can't bear to see his son suffer, he'll definitely find a scapegoat among the servants. You'd better pray you're not chosen, otherwise, forget about your life, you won't even have a proper corpse."
"Hahaha—" Pang Yu laughed loudly, "No need for Your Highness to worry! Dogs are kept in our household, what good is barking? We'll pull out their teeth anyway, loud voices are useless!"

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Art of Moaning in Bed.

Brothel girls' moans are rhythmic and dynamic.
They know when to moan, when not to
, when to moan subtly and implicitly, and when to moan wildly and unrestrainedly. Their alluring, coquettish charm and proactive guidance are unmatched by ordinary girls doing these things.
—Excerpt from *The Dream of the Brothel—Fourth Brother's Version of the New Four Great Classical Novels*
Red candles leaned against the railing, orchid lanterns hung in the air. The wine was brighter than fire, and beauties were as numerous as clouds.
It was still at the Pianxian Pavilion, still there to seek pleasure, but this time there was no one, nothing to disturb him. Fourth Brother sat blatantly amidst a sea of beauties, surrounded by no fewer than a dozen girls, kissing and embracing them, enjoying himself immensely. Sweet whispers and his unrestrained laughter filled the air, making Chuixue exclaim in surprise—"Oh my god, the dashing young master is back!!!!" Let him make a
scene, let him shout and rage, let the whole city kneel and petition at the palace gates, the Marquis will still come out and continue to defile the girls!
Is the title "playboy" just for show?
As the most famous place for seeking pleasure in the capital, Pianxian Pavilion may have nothing else, but it has plenty of beautiful girls. The sight of so many beauties gathered, a veritable feast for the eyes, truly a sight to behold. Pang Yu stretched languidly, leaning contentedly against the soft, slender "recliner" formed by his two slender legs. His blue servant's robe was inadvertently stained with specks of mimosa blossom juice, and a few bright red lipstick marks marred his face, making him appear even more alluring and refined.
Huaiyu, one of the four most beautiful women, held a cup of mimosa wine, nestled into Pang Yu's arms, her sweet voice whispering in his ear, "Fourth Master, this humble servant toasts you." The wine was a vibrant amber red, just like her flawless cheeks, appearing exceptionally beautiful in the golden cup.
A man who isn't a bit of a playboy in his youth is wasting his life!
At this moment, in this scene, Pang Yu had no interest in savoring the wine's sweetness. He laughed heartily, embraced Huaiyu's slender waist, and lowered his head to kiss her luscious lips. Not to be outdone, Chu Chu nestled against Pang Yu with a coquettish smile, her pretty face brimming with alluring passion.
Two voluptuous, alluring bodies pressed down on Pang Yu from either side. While they weren't exactly stunning beauties, unlike the ethereal goddesses, each possessed her own unique charm and allure. More importantly, they knew how to please and win a man's heart. The vibrant, fragrant embrace of these two beauties would tempt any normal man.
Was Fourth Brother a normal man?
Of course.
And he was always very direct.
So, one second he was joking and laughing with the girls on the third-floor table, and the next he was already embracing Chu Chu and Huai Yu in the hidden bedroom behind the flowers. To rise to the top rank in Bianliang's premier brothels,
Chu
Chu and Huai Yu were far superior to the common courtesans whose "jade arms were the pillows of a thousand men, and whose crimson lips were the taste of ten thousand guests." For a customer to even have a glimpse of their beauty, money and power weren't enough; the girls had to be interested in him. Otherwise, even spending a fortune daily wouldn't get you a single hair on their head. And this joint performance, serving a single customer in bed, was something only two or three people in all of Bianliang could afford.
Pang Yu—no, to be precise, Pang Si—had now become the first servant in the entire world to enjoy such a stroke of good fortune
!
Inside the warm pavilion, Chu Chu and Huai Yu, their robes half-undone, gazed intently at Pang Yu's handsome, strong, and imposing physique. Their flushed brows were brimming with the sweet allure of spring fever.
What woman wouldn't be attracted to such a handsome, dashing, and robust young man?
Although his status was lowly, this wasn't marriage. A moment of blissful intimacy was enough; why worry about anything else? They were women too. With the Marquis of Anle absent for months, their youthful bodies hadn't received any nourishment. How could they not yearn for the favor of a man?
The Pang Si standing before them was simply a man among men!
Several days ago, when they first secretly peeked at him through the curtains on the rooftop, their hearts had already fluttered with desire. Could words possibly describe Fourth Brother's physique, his build, his demeanor, his charisma? Let alone courtesans, how many of the noble ladies and refined young women in the capital could resist him?
They had been eagerly waiting for him to come again, and had originally planned to flirt with him and give him a kiss, but to their surprise, Fourth Brother asked them to keep him company.
Mama Yaksha initially refused, but immediately yielded when Fourth Brother brought out his wise and mighty master.
Actually, even without the introduction, Chu Chu and Huai Yu would have volunteered to serve him.
"He, a mere servant, has finally fulfilled his dream of picking beautiful flowers; he certainly won't let it go for nothing."
"He's so strong; he can definitely make her feel like she's dying and floating on air."
Before Pang Yu had even reacted, Chu Chu and Huai Yu, staring at his muscular body, were already burning with desire.
Seriously? I'm just a little stronger, a little more handsome, a little more dashing, a little more debonair—do they have to act like they can't wait to push me away?
Pang Yu frowned, his gaze drifting to the two women's nearly naked, fiery bodies.
Their eyes were alluring, their breaths soft, their brows overflowing with lust, their full breasts heaving, every inch of their bodies radiating captivating allure… Ah, it's truly irresistible!
As the saying goes, ambition knows no age, and the same applies to playing the field.
And whoring is something any man can do without learning.
Pang Yu smiled, walking towards them. One hand rested on Chu Chu's shoulder, slowly sliding down her embroidered quilt, his hot, masculine breath hot against her ear. This
wasn't Chu Chu's first time being touched by a man; she should have been used to it by now. But the moment Pang Yu's hand touched her, she felt every inch of her skin heat up, a soft, melting sensation. A delicate, sweet moan escaped her lips, both melodious and sweet, making Huai Yu beside her go weak.
Pang Yu was a responsible man, and of course, he wouldn't favor one over the other. His other, wicked hand kneaded Huai Yu's full, high breasts, making her sweat profusely and pant.
...
Soon, Pang Yu carried the two women to the bed, tossed them onto the soft couch, and bent down to get straight to the point, grinning wickedly as he began to undress them, piece by piece, leaving them with barely any clothes. From skirts and trousers to undergarments, one piece slipped off, and soon the two women's bodies were completely naked.
Huaiyu hadn't expected him to be so impatient. Her sensitive body, touched by his caresses between her legs and his lower abdomen, was utterly defenseless. With a soft "Mmm," she shyly closed her eyes, lying there naked and languid, like a budding crabapple, waiting to be plucked.
"Slow...slow down, gently, gently come in..." Pang Yu gently caressed Chu Chu's smooth skin. The feeling of her skin was wonderful. The beauty beneath him was completely intoxicated by his fiery and skillful caresses, her breath soft and gentle, like that of a water chestnut from Jiangnan.
Fourth Brother never refused a beauty's request. He gently pressed Chu Chu down onto the embroidered couch, gently parting her wet, white thighs.
Five seconds...
ten seconds...
twenty seconds...
...
Chu Chu waited and waited, but half a minute had passed and her fourth brother's extraordinary thick length still hadn't filled her empty body. Her fluids flowed uncontrollably, urgent and bitter. With overwhelming shame, she opened her big eyes and saw
Pang Yu getting dressed.
"Hey, do you know what 'grinding tofu' means?" He suddenly smiled, a smile without a hint of doubt.
×××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××
"...Ah ah ah ah..."
"Oh oh oh...oh, a little, a little more...oh oh oh...so...thick, so hard...so...human...ah ah ah ah..."
"So...so sour! Ah ah ah ah...ah I'm going to die...so...so uncomfortable, so uncomfortable...ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..."
From the warm room on the fourth floor, bursts of sounds came from time to time, loud and clear, mixed with the vibration of the bed and the gurgling of water, filled with pleasure and endless satisfaction.
Such sounds were undoubtedly common in brothels, but this time it was nearing evening. Although lamps and candles were still lit, it was still daytime, unlike the bustling noise of the night. The sounds were particularly loud and clear, so much so that they could be heard even in the hall four floors away.
The girls, madams, and pimps of the Pianxian Tower were already quite used to it. Chu Chu and Huai Yu were known among the girls for their powerful moans—yes, don't underestimate that. A good moan could give a customer an unparalleled thrill and a sense of conquest, stimulating a man's potential, delaying ejaculation, enhancing pleasure, increasing confidence… the benefits were numerous, enough to fill a whole book. Otherwise, Chu Chu and Huai Yu wouldn't have risen to become one of the Four Beauties at such a young age, transforming from humble tea-serving maids into the exclusive playthings of some of the most prestigious young men in the capital.
Therefore, Madam Yaksha was not angry at all; on the contrary, she was quite pleased.
"Hmm, all my 'hard work' hasn't been in vain. After all these days without entertaining guests or serving the emperor, her skills haven't deteriorated at all. She deserves praise and a red envelope." She
was satisfied, but someone else was unhappy.
Two men dressed like江湖人士 (jianghu figures,
implying江湖江湖江湖义气, a code of honor among ... "Damn it, that brat surnamed Pang is really lucky with women, snatching up two of the four beauties at once." "Yeah, the Prince told us to keep an eye on him, thinking it was a piece of cake, but who knew… humph, it's a piece of cake, but we're just sitting outside drinking tea while he's busy with girls inside." "Why don't we call some girls in and have some fun with him?" "No way, the Prince said this kid is cunning and might ruin his plans. He repeatedly ordered us to keep a close watch, to report his every move." "Then forget it, let's keep guarding." With a helpless sigh, he spat heavily on the ground. ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× Fourth floor, the erotic sounds continued—lesbian, lesbian, GL, rubbing tofu, all can be used quite freely. On the first floor, at the back, Pang Yu skillfully slid down the rope, heading straight for the back door along the path he had taken that day. "Damn it, you had someone spy on me, go to hell—ptooey!" He spat heavily towards the two spying men as he walked, then turned back… "Swoosh!" His foot slipped unexpectedly, and he fell forward, plunging headfirst into two high, plump breasts. Chapter Sixty: Fourth Brother Unleashes His Power, Teasing the Demoness Again "Ugh…ugh ... "Who is it? Move aside, don't block my way!" He groped and scrambled forward, his head jutting out, immediately drawing heavy breathing. Finally, unable to push any further, he "decisively" raised his head, and there before him was a familiar, beautiful face—none other than the alluring mature woman, Hua Xiangrong, who had almost taken him that day. "Hehehe... Little brother, it's you again! What brings you to the Pianxian Pavilion to seek pleasure and find your lover?" Hua Xiangrong reacted faster than him, giggling and giving Pang Yu a flirtatious wink. Pang Yu was displeased to see her, snorting irritably, "What lover could a lowly servant like me have? The only one I've ever been intimate with is you, sister." Hua Xiangrong giggled, covering her mouth, her laughter shaking uncontrollably. Her half-naked, full breasts trembled, almost overflowing her clothes.

Today she wore a thin black silk dress, the material perhaps infused with gold or silver threads, which shone brightly in the setting sun. A jade hairpin adorned her cloud-like hair, and her earrings were of the finest dark yellow jade. Beneath the gossamer-thin fabric, her plump, lotus-root-like arms were faintly visible. A tight undergarment accentuated her breathtakingly voluptuous figure, her smooth, fair skin radiating a rosy glow, utterly alluring. A rich fragrance of roses emanated from her, enough to stir the soul.
"Is that so? Then why don't you see me doing what lovers do?" Hua Xiangrong smiled radiantly, her fragrant breath brushing against his face.
"What they do… isn't there?" Pang Yu muttered to himself, touching his cheek that had been caressing her breasts just seconds before, a smug smile on his face.
Hua Xiangrong chuckled, her willow-leaf eyebrows arching, her almond eyes sparkling, exuding an indescribable allure: "Sister, I didn't feel anything, so... why don't you try being mischievous again?" Her soft, boneless hand reached out to pull him.
"Don't touch me!" Pang Yu suddenly cried out, taking two steps back.
"Oh, what's wrong? Afraid that I'll eat you up? Hehehe—" Hua Xiangrong puffed out her breasts, a strange, bright red flush rising to her pretty face, her soft, alluring eyes fixed on him, blinking as if they were about to drip water, "It's been quite a while since I've seen you, I really have missed you. Come, let's go to my residence, Yaotai Xiaozhu, and we'll have a good chat, and maybe catch up on what we didn't finish the other day, hehehe—"
Mentioning that incident made Pang Yu furious. "Damn it, you had a good time teasing me that day, didn't you!
Yaotai, indeed! That dilapidated building in the middle of a small lake dares to call itself a fairy's abode."
Seeing that he didn't speak, Hua Xiangrong felt a vein throbbing on her forehead and smiled even more charmingly: "Alright, alright, I admit I was wrong, I admit I was wrong, I'll apologize to you, okay?" She leaned softly into his arms.
"Don't block my way!" Pang Yu ignored her, pushed her aside, and walked away.
"Come back!" Hua Xiangrong stomped her feet behind him, her face full of coquettish resentment.
Pang Yu ignored
her as before and walked even faster. "Come back—" Hua Xiangrong caught up and grabbed his hand from behind. It was so soft, smooth and tender, like freshly made jade tofu, warm and tender.
"What are you doing?"
Pang Yu, being a gentleman, ignored her, shook off her hand, and asked coldly.
This guy was almost 1.9 meters tall, and although he hadn't practiced martial arts, it didn't stop him from exuding a domineering aura, completely imposing without anger.
"It's my fault, I was wrong, I apologize." Hua Xiangrong was immediately stunned by his domineering aura. Her bright red lips pouted slightly. Although she was a little unwilling, she still obediently apologized.
Pang Yu didn't expect the vixen to give in so quickly and was a little puzzled.
What's wrong with her? She suddenly became so submissive. I'm going to discipline her!
Hua Xiangrong looked at him with a deep and affectionate gaze. She seemed to be overflowing with spring passion and budding beauty. She spoke softly and gently: "Hey, seriously, come to my place. I really have something to tell you."
"What is it? You don't want me to redeem you, do you? I don't have any money." Pang Yu rolled his eyes.
"No, it's something else."
"Other sisters? I'm sorry, I'm not even interested in you or me, let alone other girls."
"Oh dear, it's not about redeeming you." Hua Xiangrong became anxious and took a small half-step forward, her fiery body pressing against him.
"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing! Don't grope me, don't try to take advantage of me!" Pang Yu yelled, but Hua Xiangrong only moved closer. Enraged, he shoved her against the wall.
Damn it, playing seduction, who's afraid of who!
"I'm warning you, I'm a cultured, well-mannered, and ethically upright servant. Don't try to seduce me, or I'll... I'm capable of anything!" He said menacingly, his eyes twisted, especially emphasizing the word "anything."
Hua Xiangrong, caught off guard by his sudden "attack," didn't react with surprise but giggled, like a tree full of blooming peach blossoms, making his heart flutter. The fragrant breath from her lips, though brushing against his face, tickled his heart. Her thin clothes weren't for modesty, but rather an extension and display of her wildness!
A beauty, a beauty, she's fucking irresistible!
Pang Yu sighed, raising his leg to press against her long, rounded breasts, leaning forward to press his body tightly against hers. They faced each other, their breaths mingling.
Hua Xiangrong struggled a few times, but to no avail; her pert breasts only rubbed against his chest.
Pang Yu, naturally, was aroused. He warned her in a low voice, "If you move again, I'll kill you, rape you, then kill you, then rape you again—in short, if you move, move, move, I…" His perfectly normal reaction came out, pressing against her lower abdomen through her only piece of clothing—a light blue underpants.
A hint of fear flashed in Hua Xiangrong's eyes, her full breasts heaving rapidly. Like a naive young girl just out of her boudoir, she cried out in a panic, "You, what are you doing? Don't… don't come in!"
Damn it, keep pretending, you vixen!
Pang Yu had already experienced her seductive tricks. Keep pretending, keep pretending! "Don't think I don't know, your pitiful, frail appearance is just for seducing men!
" Pang Yu leaned forward, almost face to face with her, gazing at her long eyelashes and delicate cheeks, his smile as lewd as could be.
"You're so naughty—" Hua Xiangrong tapped his chest with her slender, bamboo shoot-like fingers, breathing a fragrant breeze as she pouted, "Such a small thing, and you want me to… Fine, as long as you agree, you can do whatever you want." As she spoke, her face flushed crimson, even her neck turning a faint blush, truly her skin as smooth as jade, her every movement revealing her true nature.
"Really? You're not lying?" Pang Yu sneered, thinking that of all the things this vixen promised, nine couldn't be trusted, and the last one… well, that would have to be heard from the other side!
"How dare I, a mere courtesan, offend the esteemed Marquis of Anle..." Hua Xiangrong paused, her smile radiant, "The foremost servant under the Marquis of Anle, how could I possibly dare to offend him?" She shifted her body slightly, her chest heaving with breath, her cherry lips parting and parting, releasing a sweet, rich fragrance that permeated her skin.
Pang Yu felt his heart race several times over, and couldn't help but exclaim again.
A beauty, a true beauty! Every inch of her skin, every feature, was exquisite; every smile, every frown, was captivating. Who in the world, besides myself, could resist her?!
Pang Yu coughed twice and said very firmly, "I'm a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant, not one of those johns who stare at beautiful women. Don't try to seduce me. Saying these things in front of me is an insult! I can tell you with certainty that Fourth Brother is very angry and the consequences will be severe—hey, is it really true, really anything? Really, really, really anything? Oh, I was just asking casually, please don't misunderstand! I'm a very, very, very, very upright person!"
Hua Xiangrong covered her mouth with a "pfft," her snow-white and full breasts swaying slightly, creating an alluring wave of milk, her slender waist twisting into a soft and slender curve, no less beautiful than the perfect S-shape of the fairy sister. In Pang Yu's vivid imagination, it immediately transformed into a seductive scene of her bending her long legs and twisting her waist on the bed—mature and alluring, she bent into all sorts of unimaginable and amazing angles, twisting, writhing, and pinching his strong waist, while the tender flesh beneath her body was carefully cared for, wrapped in warm and sticky fluid, bringing the man an incredible rubbing pleasure...
"All of you, Xiao Kongkong, Xiao Lanlan, Minmin, Gongzi, Anna, Ozawa, Xiao Yong, Mao, Xiao Sha, Kurokawa, Reina, Hoshino, Natsuki, Guanye, Kuramai, Huimei, Akiko, Wuxiang… all of you, step aside!"
Pang Yu's eyes gleamed with lust, making him appear even more refined. His roguish nature was tempered with a scholarly elegance, and an imposing aura emanated from him, his sharp edge hinting at a power that could subdue any beauty. Hua Xiangrong's almond-shaped eyes shimmered with tears, deeply captivated by his powerful masculine charm. She gave him a flirtatious glance, then hooked her arm around his shoulder and offered him a kiss.
Reason was always present in Fourth Brother's mind!
Pang Yu reached out a hand, intentionally or unintentionally brushing against the beautiful woman beneath him, her snow-white, dazzling breasts almost spilling out of her clothes, before stopping her just an inch from his lips.
"Tell me what it is, and I'll see if I can do it before we discuss the terms."
"You can definitely do it, I believe you." Hua Xiangrong murmured dreamily, her delicate, luscious lips gently nibbling at his fingertips like a little bird.
Pang Yu's heart skipped a beat. He barely managed to suppress the urge to "take her on the spot" and asked in a deep voice, "What is it? Tell me quickly, I'm in a hurry!"
"There's someone in the prison cart that the Prince of Beihai brought back to the city. Can you help me rescue him?"

Chapter Sixty-One: Another Person, Long Live the Lolita Complex

"This is weird, this is weird!"
Walking on the road leading to Li Family Village in the west of the city, Pang Yu frowned, looking extremely frustrated. [Drunk][Exposed][Net]
Prison cart, prison cart, why is there a prison cart everywhere!
One said there was someone protecting me inside, and asked me to rescue him.
Another said my former sister was inside, and she's a beauty, and asked me to rescue her too.
But why...
I saw it with my own eyes upstairs, there were two grown men locked in the prison cart!?
"A grown man, a grown man, a grown man, a grown man! I can see through thirteen layers of mosaic, yet I can't even recognize a person? Zhao Yunbi, who could come up with such a vicious scheme that almost ruined my life, is just bored enough to kidnap women and impersonate lecherous thieves! Tens of thousands of eyes were watching the night I entered the city!!!"
Fourth Brother was bewildered, unable to understand it at all.
Frustrated all the way, he finally arrived at Li Family Village before the sun completely set.
Li Family Village was a beautiful place, with clear waters and lush mountains, but Pang Yu wasn't here for tourism—besides the usual picking of herbs and gathering, and appreciating the innocent charm of the farm girls, his main purpose was to find out what really happened with "Marquis Anle seizing land and taking wives."
After some prior thought, he felt there were two possibilities.
First, Zhao Yunbi had framed him, hiring someone to impersonate him to commit evil in Li Family Village, and then pinning the blame on him afterwards.
Second, Zhao Yunbi framed him by creating Ren Youxian out of thin air and smearing him.
If it's the first scenario, finding out who did it will solve the problem.
If it's the second, it's even easier. If you can bribe Ren Youxian, I'll spend two, three, ten times, or even more to make him turn against you and kill you.
Money isn't everything, but many things can be settled with money. For example, killing someone in a car accident can only be punished as a traffic offense; killing someone in a bridge collapse can be covered up with 400,000. To prove his brother's innocence and to crush Zhao Yunbi and his faction, someone can readily spend thousands of guan as operating funds—the initial payment! Furthermore, someone can readily provide the token to mobilize hundreds of elite guards from the Palace Guard at any time!
And both of these things are now in the Fourth Brother's possession.
Pang Yu had already located the house and land Ren Youxian had mentioned when suing him. After searching for over fifteen minutes in Li Family Village without finding any tender, attractive, and trainable little girls, he
headed straight for his destination, filled with extreme frustration, indignation, anger, and a strong urge to pick up girls.
From afar, he saw a magnificent horse parked at the gate.
A horse of that caliber was certainly not something easily found in the countryside…
in short, it had ridden out of Bianliang City.
Pang Yu was excited.
This was, "nominally," land and property seized by him, the Marquis of Anle. Who in the entire Bianliang City dared to question or investigate? The only possible culprit was the real perpetrator who had seized the land and committed heinous acts.
After all, there were always things that needed to be cleaned up.
Excitedly, Pang Yu charged forward.
The truth always comes out!
Capture the culprit, uphold justice—who else in the world would do it but him?
"Hey, you audacious villain! You won't escape today! Watch as my fierce servants apprehend you and bring you to justice... Brother Yongshu!?" Pang Yu kicked the door open with a bang, but before he could finish shouting, he froze. The man crouching down with his back to him, seemingly examining something, was none other than Ouyang Xiu.
"Hey, Brother Pang Si." Ouyang Xiu was equally surprised to see him.
"Why are you here too..." The two asked simultaneously, stopping at the same point, then exchanging knowing smiles like longtime partners.
"Brother, to be honest, the Marquis has been wronged this time, really. I'm here to investigate and clear his name, to restore justice to the world." Pang Yu spoke first, his voice filled with righteous indignation.
"Uh, I also believe it wasn't Marquis Anle who did it."
"Ah!?" Pang Yu was slightly surprised. He thought he would have to explain to Ouyang Xiu at length, but it seemed Ouyang Xiu had already figured it out.
"As expected, a smart person is a smart person.
Young man, not bad, you have potential. Fourth Brother has high hopes for you!
" Ouyang Xiu stood up, turned around and smiled at him, "I investigated every case committed by Marquis Anle in the past three years..." "Although Prefect Wu dared not investigate, as long as a complaint was filed, Kaifeng Prefecture would keep a file regardless of whether it was handled or not."
"So what was the result?" Pang Yu liked talking to smart people the most, getting straight to the point without wasting words.
"Marquis Anle's past misdeeds, a total of 409 can be found in the files, of which 384 were the abduction of women, and the rest were mostly in brothels, where noblemen and young masters from the non-Crown Prince faction fought over women, and a disagreement led to a fight, crippling the other party or... causing a death."
Damn! Abducting women every three days on average, I used to be really good at "doing it."
Pang Yu touched his nose, a little amused and exasperated.
"Of these 384 cases, over half, about 213, only one person was robbed; 99 cases involved two; 63 cases involved three; and less than ten cases involved four." "The complaint stated 'Insulting my younger sister, abducting my wife'..."
"I specifically asked, and Ren Youxian has three sisters, the youngest only eleven. They were all forcibly taken away by the evil servant who stormed in that day, and I haven't seen them since."
Beasts!
Pang Yu just wanted to curse.
An eleven-year-old girl,
how could you be so heartless? Bastards, utter bastards! What if such a young girl was frightened? The success of her first night affects her entire life, don't you know that?
Forcing yourself on her like that, causing her premature psychological trauma... Beasts! Beasts!! Truly beasts!!!
Sigh, it would have been better to leave her to me.
"Three hundred and eighty-four cases, nine times—an almost impossible probability. It's not that I don't believe the Marquis of Anle might suddenly have a whim to sleep with four girls and take them all at once, but in the three hundred and eighty-four documented cases, he has abducted and abused six hundred and thirty-six girls, the youngest of whom was only nineteen!" Ouyang
Xiu said with a serious face. "Well, our Marquis prefers older, more mature girls; he's not interested in girls who are too young." Pang Yu said this aloud
, inwardly cursing for a long time. Ugh, you bunch of old-fashioned ancients, what do you know
! "Delicate and easily pushed over"—this isn't some
lecherous old man writing nonsense. Do you know how much those innocent and naive little girls, like shy, delicate flower buds about to bloom, need love and care? The youthful radiance they exude is more dazzling than the sun! More brilliant than the stars! More captivating than anything else!
Don't you see that perfect score essay from the college entrance exam that says, "Flowers bloom and fade, every year, a batch of lolis transform into otome, taking an irreversible step towards mature women and wives. They're gone, like cherry blossom petals falling, vanishing in their brilliance. So beautiful, yet so heartbreaking..."
Lolita complex is innocent!
Lolita complex is justified!!
Long live lolita complex!!!
Pang Yu silently shouted.
"That's not the most important thing," Ouyang Xiu said, oblivious to the flickering adoration in Pang Yu's eyes. He paced back and forth, talking to himself, "In these 384 cases, the Marquis of Anle has never seized a single plot of land from anyone, let alone a single copper coin—with the Grand Tutor's mansion's wealth, a mere dozen or so acres of paddy fields wouldn't even be worth a second; and the son of the richest man in Bianliang, the God of Wealth, is completely obedient, doing whatever he's told. Ren Youxian's meager savings aren't even enough for the Marquis of Anle's casual meals outside. Is it really necessary to plunder him completely, leaving him nothing?"
Pang Yu, hearing his seemingly logical analysis, naturally became excited again.
A lecherous genius… no, a talent, a real talent! This kind of young talent is exactly the kind I need to win over right now!
"Therefore I am certain." Ouyang Xiu turned abruptly, his bright eyes gleaming with wisdom, and said, enunciating each word clearly, "It's all a frame-up. The perpetrator who abducted the woman is someone else!"
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Chapter Sixty-Two: Fourth Brother's Lustful Weapon

"Brilliant words! Listening to Brother Yongshu's words, Pang Si feels as if he's been enlightened, his doubts, confusion, and chaos have all vanished in an instant. Truly worthy of being Prime Minister Lü's disciple, I admire you!" Pang Yu clapped his hands and laughed, patting Ouyang Xiu's shoulder and giving him a thumbs-up repeatedly. His expression somehow resembled… Chuixue!
"Now you know without even thinking, right? The one who devised such a vicious scheme to frame my Marquis is that damned dog, that despicable, shameless, vile, and wicked Zhao Yunbi!"
Pang Yu kept urging and instigating, his heart pounding with excitement. A smart man, this is a truly smart man! He understands everything at a glance—no, I haven't even given him a hint yet and he's already figured it all out. "
Hmm, it seems necessary to unleash my domineering aura on the spot. With a single tremor of my tiger-like body, I
'll command all to submit, my men to kneel before me, and women to sing 'Conquer!' Hahahaha—" Pang Yu grabbed him: "Come on, I'll accompany Brother Yong to your mentor's residence. Wu Gongzheng is too timid to handle this case, so we'll have to ask the highly respected Prime Minister Lü..."
"Wait! This matter is probably not as you imagine, Brother Pang." Ouyang Xiu interrupted him, his face grave.
“Brother Yongshu?”
“I’ve already inquired. On the eighth day of the fourth month, a group of people did come to Li Family Village and forcibly took away Ren Youxian’s wife and younger sister. They beat him up, drove him out of his house, and seized his house and land. But…” Ouyang Xiu pondered for a moment, then slowly shook his head, “This bloodshed may not have been instigated by the Prince of Beihai.”
“What!?” Pang Yu was taken aback and pressed, “Don’t talk nonsense… Is there any basis for your statement?”
“Yes, yesterday the Prince of Beihai invited me to his residence…”
“That was a deliberate attempt to curry favor with you and win you over; he had ulterior motives.”
“That’s not the case.” Ouyang Xiu shook his head.
"The Prince of Beihai only showed me some things to prove that the case in Lijia Village had nothing to do with him."
Pang Yu was genuinely surprised and asked suspiciously, "What things?"
"An imperial edict." "
An imperial edict!?"
"Yes, a personal edict from the current emperor, ordering the Prince of Beihai to go to Zhuozhou to repair the Zhao family ancestral tombs (Emperor Taizu of Song was from Zhuozhou, Hebei, but was born in Luoyang; the Zhao family ancestral tombs are all in Zhuozhou). From the beginning of the year until April 11th, the Prince of Beihai was not in the capital at all. How could he have planned this bloody case of framing and falsely accusing the Marquis of Anle?"
"Couldn't he have sneaked back to take charge?" Pang Yu glanced sideways.
"On the fifth day of the fourth lunar month, Qingming Festival, the Prince of Beihai led the civil and military officials of Zhuozhou to the ancestral mausoleum to pay homage to the Zhao family ancestors. They built huts and fasted for seven days in front of the tombs to show their respect." Ouyang Xiu said ,
shaking his head. "I think even if the Prince of Beihai had the guts of a bear and the heart of a leopard, he wouldn't dare to sneak back during that time to use these conspiracies to frame the Marquis of Anle." Upon hearing this, Pang Yu's brows furrowed. Damn it
, Ouyang Xiu has a point. Unless Zhao Yunbi is insane, he wouldn't risk the heinous crime of disobeying the imperial edict and desecrating the ancestors to come back and plot against me.
That's a crime that would result in immediate execution without even a trial!
So...
am I wrong? It wasn't him?
If it wasn't him, then who dared to mess with me!?
Ouyang Xiu continued, "The Prince of Beihai repeatedly told me that the events in Lijia Village really had nothing to do with him. The reason he was making a big fuss about it was simply to plead for the people..."
"You believe that?"
"I don't believe it." "
Exactly! That scoundrel Zhao Yunbi is hypocritical! Cunning! Despicable! Shameless! I think he was plotting to frame my Marquis even before he went to Zhuozhou, and he had everything arranged before he left..."
“Impossible.” Ouyang Xiu shook his head again, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. “Indeed, with the Prince of Beihai’s cunning and the current strength of the Prince’s faction, arranging a drama of seizing someone’s land and wife wouldn’t be difficult. But…” He suddenly paused, his expression turning serious. “But even if there were ten—no, a hundred Zhao Yunbis—they couldn’t have foreseen that less than a month after ‘this incident’ occurred, Grand Tutor Pang would be ordered to leave the capital on official business, and wouldn’t be back for a while—you’re a servant of the Pang family, so you must know better than I do that if Grand Tutor Pang had made such a fuss in the mansion yesterday with those petitions and ten-thousand-word letters on the streets…”
Ouyang Xiu stretched out his hand and gently twirled it in front of Pang Yu.
“He can turn his hand to make clouds and rain; Grand Tutor Pang definitely has that kind of power. If he were in the capital yesterday, he could have wiped everything away in the blink of an eye.”
After Ouyang Xiu finished speaking, Pang Yu fell into deep thought.
"Uh, no wonder he's a future renowned minister and imperial tutor. His analysis is spot on and makes perfect sense. Even with my exceptionally brilliant mind, I can't see any flaws or imperfections.
Could it be... I was really wrong?"
he thought.
Wait a minute, besides that damned Zhao Yunbi, what other bastard would dare to mess with the Crown Prince's faction?
Pang Yu was completely baffled. "
Damn it! No matter who did this, Zhao Yunbi used this as an excuse to frame me, and I can't let him get away with it... No, even if he hadn't messed with them, for the sake of the Crown Prince's dominance in the capital, as a cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant of the Pang family, I will crush him and his cronies to death!!!"
"Brother Yongshu."
"What advice do you have, Brother Pang Si?" "
In my humble opinion, the bloodshed in Lijia Village might be related to the two lecherous scoundrels who committed numerous atrocities in Qixian County some time ago. Since you're here, Brother Yongshu, why don't we go together to the Kaifeng Prefecture prison to investigate?" Pang Yu pretended to be serious, thinking that since the case had no leads, he shouldn't rush to investigate. The real priority was to finish the task entrusted to him by the Flower Fairy and then "punish" her as he pleased.
"You mean... Qingzishan, Zhao Yuhe?" Ouyang Xiu was slightly taken aback, clearly suspicious that Pang Yu was linking the scoundrels who had seized land with the lecherous scoundrels. "Brother Pang Si, this is probably..."
"Sometimes a man's intuition is quite accurate, Brother Yongshu, you should trust me." Pang Yu patted his chest broadly.
Even talking nonsense requires a certain level of skill.
Like him, he could talk nonsense to anyone without batting an eye.
"Brother Pang, you've misunderstood. It's not that Uncle Yong doesn't believe you, it's just..."
"It's just..." Ouyang Xiu looked troubled and said with a wry smile, "It's just that the Prince of Beihai used the excuse that a servant's relative had been kidnapped by a lecherous thief and needed his personal attention, so he forcibly kept the person in the Prince's mansion instead of sending them to prison."
"Huh!?"
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"Do you know what this is?"
In a secluded corner outside the Prince of Beihai's mansion, Pang Si, a tall, handsome, cultured, well-mannered, and ethical servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, was grabbing a greasy, fat-faced servant and viciously throwing him against the wall. He pulled out a stack of white paper scraps from his pocket and threw them at the servant's face repeatedly.
"I know, I know, of course I know." Despite being beaten, the fat-faced servant showed no resentment or unwillingness. On the contrary, he became happier with each beating, his face beaming with joy.
"This...this is a bag of banknotes, banknotes from Jingtai Money Shop," the fat-faced servant squinted, nodding like he was having epilepsy. "As long as it's within the Song Dynasty, you can use it anywhere. One note, one note can be exchanged for five strings of cash."
"Then how many notes are there?" Pang Yu slapped him across the face several more times.
"Ten...no, twenty, twenty notes, at least twenty."
"How much is your monthly salary at the Prince's Mansion?"
"Two...two and a half strings of cash," the fat-faced servant stammered.
Damn it, that Zhao guy is so stingy!
Pang Yu really wanted to give Zhao Yunbi the middle finger and openly despise him.
His salary was only half of what the Grand Tutor's Mansion paid; wasn't this forcing his subordinates to betray their master?
He couldn't even lead a proper army, yet he dared to challenge me!
"So, do you want these two hundred strings of cash?" Pang Yu spread out a handful of banknotes like he was distributing playing cards, shaking them and then closing them again, making the fat-faced servant's eyes dart around until he was almost dizzy.
"Yes...yes, of course I want it." His mouth was practically dripping with drool.
"Very good, then I'll ask you a few questions. Answer them and I'll give you one, if you can't answer, I'll deduct two."
"Ah, this isn't fair..."
"Fair my foot! I'm paying, that's fair!" Pang Yu slapped him hard across the face, of course, with the banknotes, making the fat-faced servant nod repeatedly.
"Yes, yes, yes, whatever you say, sir."
What a loser, a servant of the Prince of Beihai's mansion, a hundred strings of cash and he doesn't even know his own name!
Pang Yu was very contemptuous, but immediately began asking questions.
"What's your surname? What's your name? What do you do at the Prince's mansion?"
"Is that three questions?" The fat-faced servant drooled and asked cautiously.
"Stop talking nonsense. If you don't answer by counting to ten, you're out of here. Don't even think about getting five strings of cash or five coins."
"Nineteen, eighteen, seven, six, five, four, three, two..."
"Surname Zhao, name Shi Zhe, serves food in the Prince's mansion's kitchen."
"The perpetrator? Good name," a damn good name!
"Hehe, you flatter me..."
"Slap—" Another large stack of banknotes was thrown in his face.
"Not a penny for saying another word."
"Yes, yes, I understand, I won't..."
"Hmm?"
"Ahhh..." The fat-faced servant quickly covered his mouth.
"Were there two prison carts brought into the mansion last night? Where are the people in the carts? Where are they locked up?"
"The dungeon, the innermost part of the Prince's mansion's dungeon, single cells."
"Male or female, how old?" "
It was a man, I think..."
"You saw it? With your own eyes."
"No, but what lecherous thief would have a woman..."
"Don't give me that nonsense if you didn't see it!" Pang Yu got angry, snatched the two banknotes from the fat-faced servant's hand, and kicked them into his pocket.
The fat-faced servant, Zhao Shizhe, was almost crying, and honestly replied, "The prison cart was escorted by the prince's confidants, just seven or eight people. Any other servants or guards who dared to approach would have their wages docked. And the lecherous thief was locked in the very, very innermost part of the prison, separated by countless doors. I really, really had no chance to go in..."
"Where is the prison?"
"In the northwest corner of the courtyard."
"Are there many guards in the prison?"
"Usually there are almost no people, but there have suddenly been quite a few more guards these past two days."
"Who has the prison key?" "
During the day it's Zhao Shuanghe, he's a gambler, over thirty and still single, at night..."
"Is Zhao Yunbi in the mansion?" "
The Prince left after finishing his dinner; it seems he went to the residence of the Prince of Kuaiji..."
"When will he return?"
"It'll probably be tomorrow morning. The prince ordered the cook to prepare a four-gill Songjiang perch to steam as a late-night snack with wine, but he ordered it to be removed before leaving..."
"What's the name of your prince's steward?"
"Zhao Deliang, a tall man in his forties or fifties."
"And the head of the kitchen?"
"Zhao Dazui, a fat man."
"And the jailer?"
"Zhao Ba, an old man."
...
"Alright, I'm satisfied with your answers. I'm too lazy to count, take it all." After asking a series of questions, Pang Yu displayed the generosity expected of a servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion, throwing a large wad of banknotes over without a second thought.
"Thank you for the reward, sir! Thank you for the reward, sir!!!"
Zhao Shizhe rushed over to pick it up, grabbing it without even dusting it off, and hurriedly stuffed it into his clothes. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain on the back of his head, as if something had hit him heavily. Before he could even scream, he fainted.
"Smack!" Pang Yu kicked him hard, then bent down and collected all the banknotes.
"You little brat, go to hell. Give you money? I'd be blind! Only idiots, pigs, and morons would get information by relying on money!" Pang Yu spat at the "corpse" while weighing the treasure in his hand. "Uh, when it comes to smashing people, bricks are definitely the most powerful. The three great weapons of the martial world live up to their reputation... Oh, not bricks, but silver bricks. I specially spent several thousand strings of cash to have a silversmith forge them today. Lustful people should use silverware. Who can withstand a thousand strings of cash?"
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Chapter Sixty-Three: The Fiery Cloud Evil God

Breaks into the Prince's Mansion at Night!
Such a brilliant, bold, unrestrained, and heroic act could only be done by Pang Si, the most cultured, refined, and ethical servant in the Song Dynasty. [Drunk][Exposed][Net]
What is wit? What is adaptability? What is ability? What is eloquence?
Look at Brother Si!
The heavily guarded Beihai Prince's Mansion, with sentries every three steps and guards every five, was easily breached by Fourth Brother, who simply donned the servant's uniform of a fat-faced young man.
He swaggered in, easily managing to reach the prison cell door through a series of bluffs and deceptions. "Open the door! Open the door! Hurry up and open the door!" While others might be afraid of making a commotion when sneaking in, Fourth Brother was terrified of not making a sound. After shouting a couple of times and receiving no response, he kicked the cell door open.
"Coming, coming! Who is it, making such a racket?"
"You son of a bitch!" Those three words were the absolute secret to speeding up the opening of the door.
Sure enough, less than a second and a half after he uttered the curse, the cell door opened, and a burly man with a full beard poked his head out, cursing without even looking at him: "Who the hell is it..."
"Slap!" A slap, a solid slap, landed heavily on his face, making him see stars and stagger back two steps. His left heel was tripped by his right foot, and he fell to the ground with a thud, his eyes rolling back as he passed out.
"Who goes there!" A commotion erupted inside, filled with the sounds of knives being drawn. Pang Yu strode in, nearly blinded by the sheer number.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight… thirty!?
Damn it, thirty again!!!
Looking at the thirty burly guards crammed into the narrow passageway, Pang Yu's forehead veins throbbed again—"Flower Demoness, are you fucking playing me? At this rate, I'd rather die than save anyone!
Fairy Sister, Fairy Sister, Fairy Sister, where are you, where are you, where are you!
If you don't come soon, your dear little brother might be entering the Prince's mansion and never leaving alive."
In the blink of an eye, Pang Yu's emotions shifted five or six times, from cursing to anticipation, from anticipation to pleading, finally almost bursting into tears.
Of course, this only existed in his mind; outwardly, our Fourth Brother remained as majestic as ever.
"Damn it, you don't even recognize me? The Prince's salary is being wasted on you!" Pang Yu stomped on the head of the unconscious burly man, pointing at the group of men and cursing, "I told you to guard the prison, not to stay cooped up inside all day! Go out and patrol, keep watch, keep an eye on everything, understand? If someone sets fire to someone else's house, you bunch of idiots and morons will all be burned alive inside like rats!!!"
The burly men were stunned by his barrage of insults, standing there wide-eyed.
"Hey, who are you?" An old man stood up shakily at a table in the corner, his cloudy eyes staring at him, coughing as he slowly and deliberately asked. Reprinted from
"Zhao Ba, right? It's good you're here; I'm too lazy to waste words on these idiots." If you had to describe Pang Yu in one word, it would be "arrogant," or even "extremely arrogant." He was strutting around, hands on his hips, head held high, truly like the head servant of a prince's mansion—no, even the head servant of a prince's mansion wasn't this cocky.
Leaving aside Fourth Brother's aggressive demeanor, his imposing aura that couldn't be concealed by any clothes, his arrogant attitude and tone, practically crawling on people's faces, wouldn't allow these brave men in the prison to question his identity.
"Who are you calling stupid…" Out of thirty people, only one idiot jumped out, pointing at him and demanding an answer.
He only uttered four words: "sexual instrument…" no, a typo, "silver instrument" appeared again, striking him hard on the forehead. Without a sound, he collapsed.
Twenty-nine pairs of eyes lit up simultaneously—a silver brick!
Given the extremely low salary level of the Prince's Mansion, how many years would it take to save up a single yuan?
"What are you looking at? It's a reward from the Prince!" Pang Yu glared coldly, his face full of scorn. "You, you, you, and you, don't be envious! As members of the Prince's Mansion, can't you be a little more ambitious? Focus on doing the things the Prince asked you to do well, and you'll all get your share of the rewards. Saving up a single yuan isn't difficult at all!"
Everyone was stunned by his words and could only nod.
"Young man, who exactly are you? When did you join the manor?" Only Zhao Laoba was still a little confused. He pushed through the crowd, put his hands behind his back, and walked over to ask him.
"Uncle Ba, don't you recognize me? I'm Xiao Liu, the Xiao Liu who came to the manor with the Prince two years ago!" Pang Yu opened his mouth wide in surprise, then pounded his chest and stomped his feet, cursing indignantly, "Ugh, it's all that little bastard Zhao Shizhe's fault! I was passing by the kitchen when he poured a basin of water on me—the Prince gave me urgent instructions, so I couldn't go back to change. I had to make do with what he had on me."
"Xiao Liu?" Old Zhao Ba stared at him for a while with his dim old eyes. Pang Yu, far from feeling guilty, brazenly leaned closer to let him see—he was over sixty years old, how good could his memory be? Besides, he was just a lazy jailer, so he could just make up a few things. Sure enough, Old Zhao Ba looked him up and down for about half a minute, then nodded as if he understood, "Oh, I remember now, Xiao Liu, back then..."
Pang Yu couldn't let him continue, because there was no such person as Xiao Liu in the Prince's manor.
"Eighth Uncle, hurry up and tell them to open the door, quick!" Pang Yu urged anxiously. "The Prince is still waiting at the Prince of Kuaiji's residence. If I get back late, my salary will be docked." "
Open the door? Why do you need to open the door?"
"Weren't two of them arrested yesterday? The Prince wants me to ask them a few questions. After that, take them over immediately."
"What questions?"
"Well... Eighth Uncle, you know I've always respected you..." Pang Yu put on a very sincere expression. "I didn't dare to hide anything from you, but the Prince said that no one is allowed to tell anyone except me, Xiao Liu Zi. If he leaks even a single word, he'll kill me with this thing." The silver brick in his hand gleamed again.
Actually, he didn't need eloquence or acting; this silver brick, worth thousands of strings of cash, was enough to prove his "extraordinary" servant status—except it wasn't in the Prince's mansion, but in the Grand Tutor's mansion.
Faced with this "silver evidence," stronger than ironclad proof, Zhao Laoba had no doubts. He waved his hand, and those so-called "Prince's confidants," who were at most a bunch of muscle-bound, simple-minded thugs and guards, immediately obediently went over and opened the iron door leading to the depths of the prison... no, three doors, a full three large iron doors.
Ugh, is this really necessary? Who are they locking up here, making it like this?
Pang Yu was already annoyed waiting just to open these few doors. After passing through more than a dozen cells without seeing a single person, and with another super-large iron door ahead—two people tall, half a foot thick, with bars as thick as a calf—just looking at it exuding a chilling aura, and the dark, gloomy passageway behind it seemingly endless, Pang Yu began to feel a little scared.
This... this is the prison!?
This looks more like a research center for abnormal humans!
Pang Yu felt increasingly deceived by the flower demon woman.
Sisters? Beauties? Bah! Even if this place locked up women, they wouldn't be any good people!
Pang Yu gave Chao Hua Rong the middle finger—you can imagine which one, anyway, she'd scream as soon as he touched her middle finger, and she'd scream loudly and loudly.
Anyway, with the feeling of giving the middle finger, Pang Yu, accompanied by Zhao Laoba and the others, walked through this cold, windy, narrow passage. The further he walked, the more he felt short of breath, and the walls and soles of his feet were extremely damp.
Good heavens, it turned out to be an underground prison!
Pang Yu was so smart; he realized it immediately.
Uh, no wonder it didn't look big from the outside, but it seemed like there was no end in sight.
Just as he figured this out, another doorway appeared ahead, actually formed by four doors sandwiching each other: an iron door, a wooden door studded with cotton, then another iron door, and then another wooden door studded with cotton. Pang Yu was utterly puzzled. What was going on? Why were cotton and wood sandwiched between perfectly good iron doors? "Damn it!" Pang Yu shuddered
.
He'd read plenty of martial arts novels; this scene—could it be that some kind of…top-tier master was imprisoned inside?! The cotton was probably used to absorb the palm strikes and internal energy to prevent him from blasting the doors open.
"Boom!" Just as he was thinking this, a loud bang suddenly erupted ahead, deafening Pang Yu and shaking the entire passageway. Sand and gravel rained down, splashing all over him.
"Damn it! What's going on?!" Pang Yu cursed, actually a little scared.
If he hadn't heard that shout, he would have thought it was an earthquake!
"Don't be afraid, this scoundrel is causing trouble in there again, but there's an iron gate, he can't get out." Zhao Laoba remained calm, pointing to the stone chamber with two dim yellow oil lamps lit at the entrance.
Pang Yu, who was already walking ahead, became even bolder and rushed over without fear, peering through the iron window.
Good heavens!
This time, he wasn't just frightened, he was shocked!
Shocked, you understand?
Inside the cell was a man who was at least twelve feet tall (an ancient Chinese foot was short, twelve feet was about 2.1 meters), much taller than him... a white-bearded old man!?
Calling him an old man wasn't quite accurate, as the man's disheveled hair obscured his face, but his beard and hair were streaked with gray, suggesting he was at least fifty or sixty years old. He was shackled, his body swaying wildly like a lion shaking its head and roaring, the chains clanging as they dragged on the ground.
The old man sensed someone at the window and abruptly turned to look. Behind his disheveled, gray hair, a pair of fierce eyes blazed with fury, as if spitting fire: "You dog thief, you Zhao dog thief, what are you doing here again? I won't give it to you, I'd rather die than give it to you! Ahhhhhhh, I'll kill you—" Suddenly, he charged towards Pang Yu, but with a thud, his ankle was caught by an iron chain, and he fell heavily to the ground.
Knowing he couldn't catch him, Pang Yu was still startled and took two steps back.
This...this...this...this...this...this...this...this...this...this...this...this...
damn, he looks exactly like the Fire Cloud Evil God!
"Don't worry, he won't come out," Zhao Laoba interjected from the side.
Pang Yu glanced at the iron bars on the bars of the window, which were indeed extremely thick, and the cell door was extremely thick. The Fire Cloud Evil God was also wearing extremely heavy and short shackles and handcuffs. He immediately puffed out his chest: "Afraid? Who's afraid! This guy, no matter how capable or skilled, he's still in the Prince's hands. All he does is shout and yell, who does he think he's fooling? Pah!"
He spat on the ground, when he suddenly heard a whooshing sound and instinctively flinched.
"Ah—" Almost simultaneously, a burly man behind him collapsed, clutching his face, his hand covered in blood.
"Wh...what happened?" Everyone was shocked.
"He...he...he..." The burly man was in so much pain he couldn't even speak. Pang Yu, with his good eyesight, saw that the man's left eye was a hole, blood gushing out. There were no blood-stained hidden weapons, teeth, or stones around. His heart leaped into his throat, and cold sweat poured down his back.
Good heavens, this...this wasn't blinded by his spit, was it?!
"Damn it, I've really gotten myself into trouble this time.
Flower Fairy, Flower Bitch, are you trying to kill me?!

" Chapter Sixty-Four: The Loli Princess.

As the four doors closed, Pang Yu was furious. [Drunk][Exposed][Net]
I... [unintelligible
] The Flower Fairy lied to me, but what about the "protector" the Fairy Sister mentioned?!
That old madman inside, the Fire Cloud Evil God?
Does he think I, a dignified... cough, the most cultured, well-mannered, and ethically upright servant of the Great Song Dynasty, would entrust my life to him?
Fairy Sister, my dear Fairy Sister, you can't lie to me like that!
Wait a minute.
Pang Yu suddenly stopped.
"Sixth Brother, what's wrong?" As he stopped, a short, burly man following behind him almost bumped into him, quickly taking two steps back and asking cautiously.
“This… weren’t two locked up yesterday? Where’s the other one…?”
“Huh!?” The guards and thugs who came with him froze.
“What’s wrong?”
“The other one escaped last night… Sixth Brother, didn’t you know you were following the Prince?” Oh
my god, we’ve been exposed!
Pang Yu almost turned to stone, but immediately turned around and slapped him hard across the face.
“Smack!” The crisp sound was mixed with his angry curses.
"You're all pigs, pigs! Go to hell! I'm asking where you were locked up last night? How did you escape? So that I can answer when the Marquis asks. You... I'm just too good-natured to bother with this. If it were the Marquis, he would have stuffed you all into sacks and thrown you into the Bian River to feed the fish! A bunch of pigs, stupid pigs, no wonder you got away!"
"It's not our fault." The short man looked aggrieved and hurriedly explained after being tricked by Pang Yu, "That woman was locked in another room. It was when Granny Zhang brought her food... Sigh, none of us would have thought that this ugly woman's face looked like it had been hit by a big rock, and she hit people like she hit them with a big rock too..."
Pang Yu's eyebrows twitched when he heard "woman," and he started walking when he heard the word "ugly." When the short man finally said "her face looked like it had been hit by a big rock," he heard a flick of his sleeve and Pang Yu was gone.
"Sixth Brother...Sixth Brother!" The short man ran after him, "Didn't you just say that the Prince sent you here to question him, and that you were to keep it a secret from us? Why didn't you ask him anything...?"
Pang Yu stopped abruptly, whirled around, and stared down at him, his already fierce eyes flashing with a ferocious light that seemed ready to stab him.
The short man, naturally, trembled in fear and took two steps back.
"Five people came in with me! Two of them got blinded by his spit! If I hadn't been so quick-witted and sharp-eared, I'd be a one-eyed little sixth brother by now!" Thinking back to when he was inside, he'd only seen it twice from the window; the Fire Cloud Evil God had flicked his head, and a spit of saliva had flown out like a bullet. If he'd been a fraction slower—oh dear, his handsome, dashing, and charming fourth brother would be history!
In this situation, in this environment, what was the point of staying and asking questions? He'd be out of his mind and had a death wish!
"But Sixth Brother, how are you going to explain this to the Prince?"
"Just make it up! What are you staring at me like that? Don't understand? Go ask him. Why don't I break the rules and secretly tell you? How about that?"
Everyone, including Zhao Laoba, shook their heads.
"See? Nobody dares to. What are we going to do? If we tell the truth, we'll all be in trouble. If we tell a little lie, we might even get a reward—come on, let's divide it up first. I'm all about loyalty, so I'll pay first. Everyone helped me out, so it's only right that we get something in return." He generously pulled out a large stack of banknotes and started handing them out one by one.
"Here, ten strings of cash for everyone. The extra fifty strings are for the brother who injured his eye to get treatment."
"Sixth Brother, this...this is so embarrassing." The short guy said he was embarrassed, but he took the money quickly, stuffing it into his pocket while chuckling.
"What can we do? If I don't go out, am I supposed to ask the accountant for money to treat the two brothers' eyes? When they investigate, they'll ask, 'How did you go blind?' 'Why are you in the dungeon?' Then we'll all be exposed—Uncle Eight, don't you think?'" Pang Yu rushed over, grabbed Zhao Laoba's hand, and secretly slipped him an extra twenty strings of cash.
"Yes, yes, we'll do as Xiao Liu says." Zhao Laoba's speed in taking money was definitely inversely proportional to his age; he grabbed it and put it in his sleeve so fast that Pang Yu almost didn't see it. "Hu Laosan and Li Qi accidentally fell while relieving themselves at night, so take them to the clinic for treatment first. When they're questioned, none of you are to spread this around. Keep it all to yourselves. Don't tell the Prince something different from what Xiao Liu told him, or we'll all be in trouble!"
Everyone agreed in unison.
Damn it, now it won't be long before the news of my sneaking into the Prince's mansion and going to the prison alone gets out, right? Zhao Yunbi, you idiot, you're still keeping it in the dark.
"Sigh, what a perfect excuse, except it cost a lot of money.
Ouch, what can I do? I'm a thrifty person. Oh well,
I'll go back and ask Young Master Qian for reimbursement. "
Soon, the group arrived at the prison gate. Pang Yu, still furious after being tormented by the Flower Demoness, was about to leave when he suddenly heard a commotion outside.
"Get out of the way, I want to go in."
"This is a prison, you are of noble birth, you must not..."
"Get out of the way, is there anything I can't go to in Seventeenth Brother's house?"
"There are serious criminals in the cell, I absolutely cannot let you in."
"What serious criminals? Do you think I'm afraid of him with my martial arts skills! Get out of the way, or you'll be dragged out and severely beaten!" The crisp, coquettish voice sounded vaguely familiar.
Oh dear, where did this unruly girl come from? She's quite loud when she shouts.
Pang Yu had just started to think about disciplining her when he suddenly slapped his forehead. Oh no,
oh no, his brain is fried.
He clearly recognized the fragrance of the fairy sister, but a whole day had passed and he couldn't remember where. And this voice… hmm, he was 100% familiar with it too.
So who was the owner of that voice?
Sorry, Fourth Brother couldn't remember again.
Sighing, Pang Yu couldn't help but rub his forehead and sigh deeply.
"Damn it, I'm such a good servant in the Pang family! All I think about is how to fight Zhao Yunbi and the Prince's faction. I've even forgotten about something as important as seeking pleasure with women! I'm truly devoted to my duty… ugh, Fourth Brother, may you live a long and healthy life! How can a woman die before she's gone?!
" "Oh no!" Zhao Laoba slapped his thigh, his face changing drastically.
"Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes... Princess!!!"
The valiant display of power when Pang Yu slapped someone with his silver brick hadn't frightened him, nor had the spittle-throwing injury from the Fire Cloud Evil God. But the crisp, childlike voice outside startled the old man so much that his legs went weak and he nearly collapsed.
What? A princess?
Pang Yu was only stunned for a moment when the prison door was suddenly kicked open with a loud "bang!" A broken lock flew towards him, nearly hitting his head!
The door burst open, and brilliant moonlight streamed in, dazzling everyone's vision.
Pang Yu forced his eyes open and saw a pair of slender, beautiful feet barely touching the ground behind the dust and dirt kicked up by the crashing door. The feet traced a delicate, graceful line with rounded ankles and slender toes, leading up to a pair of long, straight, white legs, as white as snow, perfectly proportioned, neither too thin nor too thick. A light, lotus-colored gauze dress cinched her waist, further accentuating her slender figure, making her appear even more delicate and adorable, as if she could dance on a palm.
Wow, a stunning little girl, or... a princess!?
Pang Yu's eyes lit up, brighter than anyone else's eyes upon seeing a silver brick.
Although the area beneath her plump chest and neck was completely flat, almost without any curve, judging from her figure and height, this little girl was at most eleven or twelve years old. She had plenty of time to develop, so why rush things? When it comes to picking up girls, especially little girls, you can't be too hasty.
Pang Yu was always calm, but when his gaze lingered on the little girl's lower body for three seconds longer...
impulse almost turned him into a beast.
The slender little foot that kicked open the door, the rounded ankle, the firm, tender skin, possessed a unique strength and muscularity amidst its delicate cuteness, making one's eyes itch with desire, almost wanting to grab her... Forget the bed, anywhere would do, he'd just hoist her leg onto his shoulder, thrust his hips, and wantonly ravage her, not afraid of crushing her at all.
—That's what he thought until his gaze swept across the little princess's face.
But a second later, as the dust settled, Pang Yu's mind went blank, and his pupils suddenly contracted!
On her small, delicate, exquisitely beautiful oval face, a pair of large, bright black eyes, shining like black pearls, coldly stared at him; her glistening cheeks, delicate earlobes, elegant nose, and slightly parted, rosebud-like lips... the exquisite and adorable features combined to resemble someone else!
—A stunningly handsome young man!
No, not quite, he *is* the one.
The little princess is absolutely the stunningly handsome young man she met at the Pianxian Pavilion that day!!!

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