[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 20

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Chapter 140 The Man's Identity

"What!? You...you want me to help you win the top spot in the Flower Queen Contest!!!" Pang Yu was shocked and almost tumbled off the railing.
Zou Xiyun said she wanted to say "a few words" to him, but instead took him directly to the rooftop of the Seven Show Pavilion. Fourth Brother thought she had some girlish secrets to confide in him privately, which made him itchy, and his broad arms were ready at any moment. Who knew she would talk about this!
"Not Young Master, but Young Master's master, Marquis Anle." Zou Xiyun looked at him quietly, her beautiful hair and dress flowing against the wind blowing from the rooftop, highlighting her slender figure and peerless beauty.
"Ahem, yes, my master." Fourth Brother almost wet his pants (I didn't mistype!). In front of a beautiful woman, it's understandable that a little slip of the tongue is occasionally unintentional.
Zou Xiyun gazed at him intently, standing gracefully and calmly, saying, "Even the elegant and aloof Nangong family wants to compete for the title of Flower Kingdom's Top Scholar, how could I, Xiyun, be exempt?"
"That's right, that's right," Pang Yu
said, indicating his understanding. "Young Master, did someone else ask you for a favor before?"
"Ah, that's a question..." Pang Yu's eyes darted around mischievously, thinking, since Nangong Qinyi, Hua Xiangrong, and Zou Xiyun are all vying for it, should I raise the price, negotiate with them, and maybe even squeeze some benefits out of them?
"It's Hua Xiangrong, isn't it?" Zou Xiyun suddenly asked softly.
"Ah, that's right, Nangong Qinyi also wants my master to help her. Oh dear, my master is very hesitant right now, not knowing who to help."
"Young Master is joking," Zou Xiyun interrupted him, a faint smile appearing on her cherry lips hidden behind a light veil.
"I'm not joking."
Zou Xiyun's clear, bright, and beautiful crescent-moon-like eyes gazed at him.
"I'm not joking!" Fourth Brother was known for his ability to talk big. He repeated himself without batting an eye.
"Does Young Master know what exactly Xi Yun's so-called help is?"
Fourth Brother raised his hand and laughed heartily, "It's just a matter of making a call and saying something. Getting the judges to choose you. Which of those young masters would dare disobey my Marquis?"
Zou Xi Yun sighed. She said leisurely, "I see. That vixen... Miss Xiang Rong really went to any lengths to win the championship—did Young Master agree to her request?"
"No! I'm an upright person. I wouldn't agree to something just because she slept with me in the carriage... cough, how could I agree to her request? Competitions are all about fairness, impartiality, and transparency. Anyone who tries to interfere with the results is an enemy of the people..." Fourth Brother's rebuke went very smoothly. But then he suddenly remembered that Zou Xi Yun had come to him about this matter as well. Wasn't that including her in the conversation?
"Miss Zou!" He straightened his face, instantly becoming serious. "Don't misunderstand, I wasn't talking about you. Everyone has a competitive spirit; it's normal to want to win when you participate, especially since you've traveled all the way from Jiangnan to the capital. Your desire to win must be more urgent than others..."
"Young Master misunderstands." Zou Xiyun's beautiful eyes swept over him, a faint smile hidden in them. "Xiyun's offer to help has no other meaning than to ask you to convey a message to Marquis Anle. I'd like to ask if he could act as the Cowherd of the Seven Show Pavilion."
"Cowherd!?" Fourth Brother slipped and almost fell down the stairs again.
Zou Xiyun looked at him with some surprise: "Is there anything wrong with that title? Young Master, have you not heard the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?"
"No, no," Pang Yu waved his hands repeatedly, sweating profusely. Asking me to be the Cowherd? Are you kidding me!
Zou Xiyun rolled her eyes at him and patiently explained, "When the courtesan competition was first held, the participating girls were a mixed bag. Often, before the competition even started, many troubles would arise, and there were even cases of people seeking revenge after the competition because they were dissatisfied with the results. So the organizers of the competition came up with a solution: any brothel or entertainment venue that participated had to find a wealthy young master or a government official to act as a guarantor in order to participate in the competition."
At this point, Zou Xiyun suddenly paused, her eyes sparkling as she looked up at the clear blue sky and locked onto a white cloud that was drifting freely in the air. After a long pause, he muttered to himself, "Most of the girls in brothels yearn for the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl, hoping to escape their misery and find a man as devoted as the Cowherd as their destiny… And these young gentlemen who risk their lives to vouch for the brothels are almost all men who understand the girls' suffering, sympathize with their plight, and care for their lovers. Therefore, everyone unanimously calls these young gentlemen the Cowherds."
"Oh—I see. Young gentlemen who pity their misfortune, understand their suffering, and comfort their joy. That's the Cowherd." Pang Yu rubbed his nose. He suddenly realized, thinking, "Didn't Fourth Brother just fight yesterday with Liu Sanbian, the most famous Cowherd of the Song Dynasty, who loved frequenting brothels and writing lyrics for them? Shouldn't they all call me the Cowherd Killer? Bah! What nonsense!"
"The existence of male prostitutes was initially to ensure they were responsible for the behavior of brothels and entertainment venues during the competition. Later, as the competition became more standardized, the role of guarantors gradually disappeared. Instead, participating brothels and entertainment venues considered it an honor to have the most prestigious and powerful young masters in the capital as their male prostitutes. This served two purposes: firstly, it represented these masters' support for them, increasing the girls' popularity; secondly, it allowed them to use the male prostitutes' power and prestige to deter those with ulterior motives who wanted to monopolize their girls after the competition."
"Isn't that similar to supporting a star?" "
That's a fine way to understand it
, young master." "I understand, I understand. Xi Yun, you're so clear. Qin Yi begged me for ages, but she didn't explain properly, so I was too embarrassed to ask. Hahahaha----" Pang Yu laughed and boasted, taking a big advantage with his words. He was determined to negotiate with Zou Xi Yun. He wouldn't be her male prostitute until he got to the bottom of the fairy sister's matter.
"Young master is joking again." Zou Xiyun frowned slightly, clearly shocked by his shamelessness, but because the veil covered her beautiful face, her disdain was not fully revealed.
"Joking? No, I'm not?" Fourth Brother looked bewildered, his expression utterly innocent.
Zou Xiyun glanced at him with her phoenix eyes: "The guarantors of several famous brothels in the capital are fought over by young masters every year, but only Green Jade Pavilion is so sought after that no one dares to compete for it."
"That's right. My lord is a gigolo, who would dare to snatch him?" "
It's a pity that this person isn't Marquis Anle."
"No way, don't think I'm new to the Grand Tutor's mansion and don't know about the past." Pang Yu raised his eyebrows and shamelessly took two more steps closer to her, "My lord has long admired Lady Nangong. If some other scoundrel beats him to it, do you think he'll let it go? Don't tell me it's Zhao Yunbi, my family has disliked that guy for a long time, just waiting for a chance to mess with him, if he dares..." "
Zhao Yunbi also wants to compete, but he doesn't have the guts."
"That settles it then, besides my lord, who else has the ability..."
“This is someone Marquis Anle wouldn’t easily provoke.”
Pang Yu’s playful demeanor vanished abruptly.
“A young master like this in the capital? How come I didn’t know?”
"This man is indifferent to fame and fortune. Money, power, status... all those things that drive people crazy are like dirt in his eyes. So you'll never see him anywhere that's in the limelight. He avoids anything that brings him fame and fortune. In fact, many girls have only seen him and fallen for him at first sight, but they have no idea who the man they're dreaming of is." Zou Xiyun's eyes shimmered, as if she were telling a touching fairytale. "If Nangong Qinyi is the dream of every suitor in the capital, then he is the lover in the fantasies of every lonely woman in her boudoir. He is the prince in the dreams of every young girl in love, and the best son-in-law in the heart of every woman who is qualified to be a mother-in-law!"
"Who is he!?" Pang Yu couldn't believe that there could be such a young master in the capital as Zou Xiyun described.
He decided to ask for details.
But Zou Xiyun spoke first.
"Do you know who the White-Robed Prime Minister is?"
"Liu Yong of Jiangnan, the number one talent in the world before." Fourth Brother deliberately added the "before."
Zou Xiyun remained unmoved by his advances, not asking where the "former" title came from, and said calmly, "Then do you know what that person's title is?"
"A cat or a dog?"
"Pfft—" Zou Xiyun couldn't help but laugh, then glared at him reproachfully, her face hardening, "Same as Liu Yong. Also four characters.
Zhong----Chen----Zhe----
" "Who exactly is he?" Pang Yu, increasingly frustrated, couldn't help but ask loudly.
"Didn't you say..." Zou Xiyun glared at him fiercely, expressing her displeasure, "Didn't you say that Lady Nangong had already asked your master to take on the role of the male prostitute at Green Jade Pavilion, so why are you asking this?"
"I'm curious too!" Pang Yu stomped his foot angrily, remaining calm and composed even at this point, "Why does this person exist? Sister Qin Yi even asked me to ask the Marquis to intervene, I'm so puzzled."
Zou Xiyun once again witnessed what it meant to have a face as thick as a city wall. She couldn't help but feel both annoyed and amused: "Let me tell you." "This person has been pursuing Lady Nangong for two whole years, and your master has been trying to get involved. He's wasted countless efforts, but hasn't had a single chance." "
Nonsense!" Pang Yu scoffed. "That pig-headed, lecherous Marquis Anle, under the same conditions, any woman who fancyed him would be blind!!!
But even Zhao Yunbi isn't worthy of being called equal to me, so is there really a young master with a more prestigious background than him?
It seems my cunning father isn't doing so well. Yesterday he was bragging to me about his immense power, saying even Old Man Lü wouldn't dare disobey him, and now this 'Prince of Zhongchen,' comparable to his son, has appeared out of nowhere. What's going on? My cunning father isn't just boasting; in the entire Song Dynasty, only… "
Pang Yu suddenly realized, his eyes lighting up.
"Cunning Uncle… does the Eighth Prince have a son? Why didn't I see him when I visited his residence?"
"I already told you he's indifferent to fame and fortune..." Zou Xiyun was tricked into revealing the truth by his casual question, and could only sigh softly, saying, "Looks like you're not so stupid after all, he ... " Hahaha ---- ha
... Pang Yu, hands on his hips, laughed shamelessly, then shamelessly reached for Zou Xiyun's hand. Zou Xiyun flicked her sleeve and rudely slapped him away. Pang Yu tried to grab her again, but failing, he brazenly pressed himself against her. "Hey, hey, hey. Is there anything funnier? Tell me, tell me." He nudged her with his shoulder, like a young couple playfully teasing each other. Zou Xiyun hated this kind of shameless man. But for some reason, looking at his roguish smile, she felt a slight flutter in her heart, and went along with him, saying, "The Prince of Zhongchen, he..." "Don't say his nickname, okay? Tell me his surname and given name." "The son of the Eighth Prince is naturally surnamed Zhao, Zhao Xuanhuang, Prince Chen." "Heaven and earth are black and yellow, the universe is vast and boundless, a good name, a good name. It has a domineering aura, comparable to my Pang Si." "Pang Si also has a domineering aura?" Zou Xiyun tried desperately to hold back her laughter, but she couldn't. Luckily, a light veil covered her, otherwise, this beautiful woman would have been teased into a state of amusement by her fourth brother. "What's so domineering about this? This is killing intent, it's all about killing." Pang Yu grinned, having already grabbed Zou Xiyun's hand countless times. Zou Xiyun was helpless against him, even her attempts to shake him off became gentler. Pang Yu took the opportunity to pull her sleeve. She didn't struggle anymore, just wanted to finish speaking as soon as possible and leave. ---- Being with this shameless servant would drive a woman crazy! "Prince Chen... no, back then he was still the Prince of Wuyi, pursuing Lady Nangong for two years without success, he hadn't even stepped into Lady Nangong's music room. Then, in the third year's Flower Queen competition, the Prince of Wuyi was determined to win her over, kneeling down to confess his love on the spot when Lady Nangong won the Flower Queen title for the third time. He presented three whole cartloads of gifts. Rare treasures, antiques, precious beds, jade tables, brocade curtains, and green veils, everything imaginable." " Tch. Sister Qin Yi is easily swayed by worldly things." "Well, there's nothing I can do about it. If it were you, you used to be able to win over any girl with ease, but now you've been chasing one for two years and even holding her hand is still a pipe dream. What reason do you have not to take a gamble? If you succeed, you'll win her heart; if not, you'll sever all ties and be done with it." Zou Xiyun looked at her leisurely, her expressive eyes seeming to say, "If you were in this situation, you'd probably only do the same thing. What about me? Heh, for a woman who's unruly and won't give me any face after being pursued for so long, Fourth Brother's dictionary only has one phrase—'What's done is done,' he thought, 'I'll force myself on her!' Fourth Brother raised his eyebrows lewdly." "Just as Nangong was about to refuse, the incident of the Eighth Prince recognizing his sister occurred. The Prince of Wuyi, after two years of infatuation, was pursuing his own sister, and lost all face. If it weren't for the Eighth Prince using his power to suppress the situation, last year's Flower Queen Competition would probably have been a farce that spread throughout the land." "And then?" Pang Yu asked, puzzled, thinking, "If the situation was suppressed on the spot, how do you know so much about it when you were in Jiangnan last year?" "Afterwards, the Prince of Wuyi and the Eighth Prince had a huge fight, and the Prince left the mansion in anger, moving to his own villa. Meanwhile, Lady Nangong silently accepted the three cartloads of gifts, placing them in a room on the top floor of the Green Jade Pavilion, never to be touched again. Perhaps Lady Nangong wanted to compensate her brother who had given so much for her but was destined to receive nothing in return. Although she always insisted on not acknowledging the Eighth Prince as her father, after this incident, her sibling bond with the Prince of Wuyi actually deepened. The Prince of Wuyi… later became the Prince of Chen, and became the only one who could freely enter and leave the Green Jade Pavilion." Zou Xiyun gazed at the sky, her beautiful eyes filled with a melancholy—an expression never before seen on her. She wondered what had stirred her heart, or perhaps it had evoked memories of the past. She murmured, "According to Xiyun's guess, this… perhaps it was a pair of equally proud and aloof individuals who, after rejecting worldly love, experienced an extra kind of affection… a condensation… a sublimation… eh!"

Her voice trembled slightly, her eyes inexplicably reddening. Suddenly, her cheeks felt warm; Pang Yu, taking advantage of her reverie, leaned in and openly kissed her.
"What are you doing! How dare you!" Zou Xiyun was mortified, instinctively reaching out to grab him, but grasping only air. Pang Yu had already turned and left, leaving her with only a back view that she could only stomp on, unable to vent her anger. Oh. And there was her fourth brother's usual shameless and irritating voice as he flirted with women.
"You gigolo, I'm determined to be your mistress, for life, okay?"
"Brother Pang, what were you and Sister Xiyun saying on the rooftop just now?"
As soon as they left Qixiufang and got into the carriage, Di Xiuxiang couldn't help but ask.
"That question..." Pang Yu grabbed her, hugged her tightly, and bit Di Xiuxiang's red ear. "I can't tell you that for now. I'll have to wait until our wedding night." "Big Brother----" Di Xiuxiang called softly, lowering her head in uncontrollable embarrassment.
He held her slender waist, which seemed barely large enough to be grasped in one hand. Pang Yu was filled with boundless affection. "My little Xiuxiang, my precious darling, so obedient, sensible, and adorable! If I don't cherish you, I'll have wasted my life."
Pang Yu's large hand gently stroked her pink back, feeling its smoothness like milk. Di Xiuxiang's cheeks flushed like the morning sun, and she bit her delicate, thin lips, her voice barely audible: "Brother... then... when... can we... have our wedding night... that..."
Pang Yu was suddenly at a loss. If he couldn't handle Nangong Qinyi, his heartless father wouldn't allow him to marry Xiuxiang.
"Xiuxiang, do you know how deep my love for you is? You are a clear little river, and I am the riverbed beside you, protecting you forever to the ends of the earth! If one day no one loves you anymore, it must be because I'm dead; if one day I no longer love anyone, it must be because you... are gone!"
He spoke sweet words effortlessly. Di Xiuxiang, a tender fourteen or fifteen-year-old, was easily swayed by his charms. She blushed uncontrollably, yet listened intently, afraid of missing a single word. Feeling his large hand slide down her waist, her heart pounded like a deer, and she couldn't even remember what she had asked him earlier.
"Ahem!" Just as Pang Yu was about to give his little darling a kiss, Di Qing, standing at the carriage door,
couldn't stand it any longer. "Qing'er, how about making a bet with your brother-in-law?" Pang Yu showed no shame, gently kissing Di Xiuxiang's lips. Only then did she look up, giving him a look that clearly showed disdain for a child, before shaking her head. "Oh well, you definitely can't do it. Get in the carriage, let's go home."
"What kind of bet? Tell me!" Di Qing, always stubborn, insisted on hearing it.
"Have you ever bought soy sauce for your sister?"
"I did during the New Year."
"That's good. If you can use a plate this big—" Pang Yu gestured, "bring back a whole plate of soy sauce, your brother-in-law will buy you a whole set of military books: *Wu Zi*, *Liu Tao*, *Wo Qi Jing*, *Sima Fa*, *Jiang Yuan*, *Wei Liao Zi*, and even the *Gu Zi Bing Shu Shi Si Pian*... Hey hey hey---" Before he could finish speaking, Xiao Diqing had already taken off running.
"Qing'er, slow down—"
"Sister, you two keep going, I'll be right back." Mentioning military books, Xiao Diqing was like a warrior seeing a big piece of meat, forgetting even his ancestors for eight generations. And just like that, he disappeared in a flash.
Pang Yu pulled back the carriage curtain: "Chuixue, pull over, squat down fifty paces away."
"My lord, thirty paces should be enough, right?"
"There's a brothel at the end of fifty paces. I'll give you half an hour."
In the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, the carriage stopped in an alley not far from Qixiu Brothel. As soon as Chuixue heard there was a brothel to visit, she quickly ran off. Pang Yu swept Di Xiuxiang up in his arms, letting her sit sideways on his lap. He gently kissed her rosy cheek and asked, "Xiuxiang, will you really marry me?"
The spacious carriage suddenly became their private space. Di Xiuxiang leaned obediently against Pang Yu's shoulder, her cheeks flushed, and her eyes shone with happiness. "The happiest thing in my life is meeting Brother Pang, falling in love with Brother Pang, and being with Brother Pang..."
Seeing her sweet expression, Pang Yu felt a surge of happiness, his heart overflowing with the same joy. He lowered his head, bringing himself so close to her that they could almost hear each other's breath.
Di Xiuxiang shyly closed her eyes, murmuring softly. From the moment Brother Pang called his younger brother to buy soy sauce, she knew what was coming next—a large, shallow plate couldn't possibly hold it all, especially from so far away; it was clearly an excuse to send him away. But why here, on the street, is it so embarrassing...?

Chapter 141 Flower Fairy, The Reason for Killing Fourth Brother

"My dear Xiuxiang, how about we try car sex with your older brother today?" Pang Yu's voice was very loud, really loud, as if he wanted someone to hear it.
Di Xiuxiang didn't understand the meaning of "car sex," but she could see the ambiguous look in Pang Yu's eyes.
Pang Yu's hot hands slowly moved forward and began to unbutton her clothes.
"Hmm...but...Brother Pang...Xiuxiang, Xiuxiang is scared..."
"It's alright, Brother Pang will just hug you, and then teach you what 'dragon's flip,' 'tiger's step,' 'ape's leap,' 'cicada's entanglement,' 'turtle's ascent,' and 'phoenix's flight' are, to prepare us for our wedding night."
Pang Yu held her tightly in his arms, pressing his lips against her burning red ear, deliberately breathing hot breaths into it gently and tenderly. Di Xiuxiang's face grew redder and redder, like a ripe red cherry in July. Finally, she let out a soft "Eek" and nestled in Brother Pang's arms, too ashamed to look up again.
Pang Yu held her delicate body, his deep eyes filled with tenderness and affection.
Then, he raised his head, looking through a gap in the curtains fluttering in the wind.
He saw several dark figures gradually approaching the carriage outside, and a cold, bloody smile appeared on his lips.
The days before the courtesan competition were undoubtedly the busiest season for the brothels in Bianliang.
The Flower Queen Contest's historical "achievements" are second only to the Green Jade Pavilion's Fluttering Pavilion. Now, it's packed with guests every hour of the day. Normally, only four beauties from the guests are chosen, but to win again in the Flower Queen Contest, now guests can choose freely—provided they're talented enough. The most popular, Hua Xiangrong, who became famous throughout the capital in less than half a month, is almost always entertaining guests. She performs songs, dances, plays instruments, and sings, showcasing her
exceptional talents, captivating the young nobles and high-ranking officials. Large sums of money flow into Madam Yasha's pockets. Even spending tens of thousands of dollars doesn't guarantee a handshake with Xiangrong, let alone a chance to sleep with her. Yet, every day, people still spend large sums to support her. And not just one or two,
but a dozen or more!
But... just today... when Pang Yu left the Seven Show Pavilion... While the impatient, lustful, and careless brothel madam was giving Xiuxiang some pointers on their wedding night in the carriage, all the guests who had brought plenty of banknotes, determined to touch Xiangrong's slender waist that night, were told: Miss Xiangrong is unwell today and cannot entertain guests.
The madam's words are usually unreliable. It was true that Hua Xiangrong couldn't entertain guests. But the reason… well… half an hour ago, she had vanished from the entire Pianxian Pavilion. Hua
Xiangrong returned to Yaotai Xiaozhu. It was already midnight. The moment she entered, she tore off her night-clothes. Her exquisitely curvaceous breasts instantly sprang out, tracing beautiful, undulating arcs in the darkness. Even in the pitch-black night, she stood before the bronze mirror, stroking her delicate face, slightly damp with fragrant sweat, her beautiful eyes shimmering with a watery, alluring light. It seemed as if she was admiring her own reflection or lost in deep thought.
"Missing men?" A strange male voice suddenly spoke, carrying a hint of cold mockery.
It came from behind.
Hua Xiangrong whirled around. What came into view was a bizarre bronze mask, its carved fangs and patterns lifelike, as if it had suddenly turned and roared at the slightest sound, chilling to the bone. The voice, transmitted from behind the mask, became hazy and hoarse, completely obliterating its tone, intonation, and rhythm, becoming indistinguishable, echoing faintly in the hall. It sent shivers down one's spine.
"Men?" Hua Xiangrong laughed, a cold laugh. "No man in the world has ever caught my eye."
"Is that so?"
"Of course... yes." Hua Xiangrong hesitated slightly in her answer, something making her pause for a moment, and said in a deep voice, "What are you doing here? Didn't you already tell me what to do last time?"
"Why didn't you do it?" the man asked coldly.
"Make a move?" Hua Xiangrong suddenly giggled, her laughter shaking her body. She covered her mouth with the back of her snow-white hand, revealing a delicate palm as smooth as a freshly peeled orange. She possessed an alluring charm that seemed to reside in her very bones, making one's heart itch with desire. "You sent someone to inform me early this morning that Zhao Zonghui, unwilling to be humiliated, had hired assassins to kill Pang Yu, and wanted my secret assistance to help them succeed. But do you know that Pang Yu had already planned this all along? He anticipated that those men he had beaten up at Green Jade Pavilion yesterday wouldn't let it go easily. He deliberately hid outside the Seven Show Pavilion, in a carriage, embracing the young girl he had just seduced. When the assassins appeared... humph, five jumped down from the high walls on both sides, and before they even landed, they were all shot through the chest. The six men lying in ambush on the street died on the road before even entering the alley. I think even if you were there, you wouldn't believe they died so quickly. Even the young girl in the carriage had no idea that while she and Brother Pang were embracing, eleven lives were lost outside!"
"It's my fault." The man admitted directly, his voice still monotonous like withered wood and dead ashes. "I didn't expect that while Old Man Pang was busy eliminating Ding Wei's remaining followers, he could still spare his most elite men to protect his son. Old Man Pang's secret guards, Fei Yu, truly live up to their reputation." "
Today, Marquis Anle is no longer the brainless fool he used to be. If you think you can kill him easily, you're sorely mistaken." Hua Xiangrong still giggled, her beauty captivating.
"You had your chance before Old Ghost Pang came back!" The dark eyes behind the mask suddenly narrowed, and the cold gaze pierced through the pitch-black void, shooting towards her: "Let's not talk about today's events. Two months ago, I told you to kill Pang Yu, and you agreed without hesitation, saying you'd take his dog's life within five days. And what happened?"
"He came back to life. That was God helping him. What could I do?"
"And then what happened? The first time at Pianxian Tower, you could say that Yaksha Mama barged in and ruined your plans; the second time you failed, you blamed her for hitting you with her car; this time, when you encountered Feiyu, you simply didn't make a move! How much longer do you want to wait before you can kill Pang Yu?"
"Don't worry, as long as he can't change his lecherous ways, he won't escape my grasp." Hua Xiangrong raised a teasing smile, her rosy palms suddenly clenching.
“Talk is useless, I want results.”
“Oh, you don’t trust my abilities?”
“I do.” The man looked down at her, two sharp glints flashing in the eye sockets of his dark mask. “But I must remind you, this year there’s a severe drought in western Hunan, with tens of thousands of acres of crops failing. Although the court has allocated funds for disaster relief…”
Hua Xiangrong’s delicate hands clenched tightly, her ten sharp nails almost digging into her palms, yet her charming face still smiled like a flower: “Don’t worry. I will act as soon as I have the chance. As for the arrangements for the Flower Queen Competition… hehehehe, in your eyes, which is more important?”
“What do you think?” He snorted, his cold, desolate gaze like frost.
“Yes, yes, compared to that person, the life of Marquis Anle is worthless.”
“Listen, the operation the day after tomorrow cannot fail no matter what. Otherwise, you should know the consequences even if I don’t say.” His sword-like, icy gaze shot over her again. His monotonous, resonant voice was devoid of any emotion.
"I know, I understand, you can rest assured." Hua Xiangrong smiled sweetly, but her tone held a coldness that was unyielding and unyielding, a chilling ruthlessness and bloodlust that could be faintly detected!
My needles would be more effective than killing him.
Grand Tutor's Mansion, Grand Tutor's Study.
As a dutiful son, Pang Yu returned home and coaxed Xiu Xiang to bed early. Then he rushed over to massage his father's back and shoulders after a long day.
"Oh dear, Father, give me thirty or forty of those Flying Feathers!" He stopped after less than three massages, shamelessly leaning closer.
What happened that evening was too...exciting! The thirteen assassins hired by Zhao Zonghui were none other than the infamous "Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles." Just as he and Xiuxiang finished demonstrating what a "dragon flip" meant, before they even had a chance to try out a "tiger step" or teach the simpler "old man pushing a cart," a signal came from outside, indicating that everything should be dealt with.
After he and Xiuxiang had been kissing for a while, their cheeks flushed and intoxicated by the spring breeze, he lifted the carriage curtain and saw that not a single corpse had been left outside. The eleven dead and the two captured alive had all been eliminated in the blink of an eye. Not even a trace of blood could be found without close inspection. The endless stream of passersby on the street were completely unaware of what had happened in the alley (the people who originally lived in the alley had all fled when they saw the Grand Tutor's carriage). This was truly the power of the Grand Tutor's mansion!
Thinking of this, Fourth Brother's blood boiled. No sooner had he returned home than he asked a servant, who said the master was in his study, and he rushed over like a whirlwind to demand the people.
"What, you're willing now? Weren't you complaining that your father sent his men to follow you too closely without telling you beforehand, and that they saw a lot of your private parts?" The black-hearted father stroked his beard and looked up at his son.
"No way!" Pang Yu shook his head rapidly. "Father, you're doing this for my own good, and I'm more than grateful. It's just that Father is so busy with government affairs, managing countless matters every day, even more so than Zhuge Liang, who devoted himself to the cause until his death. Even if I'm unfilial, I can't let you worry about Fei Yu protecting me anymore. How about this, you can assign me thirty or forty people from now on, and I'll take responsibility for my own safety... Ouch!"
Grand Tutor Pang gave his son a sharp rap on the head: "Do you think Fei Yu has many people? More than ten years ago, I searched the world and collected two hundred exceptionally talented orphans. I secretly trained them for ten years, using every inhumanly cruel method imaginable. In the end, only seventeen remained. This is Fei Yu, the one your father's enemies fear so much, and the last trump card of our Grand Tutor's mansion. This time, when I left the capital, I knew you wouldn't behave and would inevitably cause trouble, so I left three members of Fei Yu to protect you secretly."
"Then give me these three to do as I please," Pang Yu said shamelessly, demanding the men.
“No, Father needs all of these men now.” “Father!”
“No!”
“Father, if you don’t give them to them, what did you lend me just now?” Pang Yu said with a bitter face, tugging at his father’s clothes and starting to act spoiled. “I don’t care, I’m addicted to using them now. I want these men to work for me.”
Grand Tutor Pang glared at his son: “You’re just a lowly servant. If you suddenly have a few men of unknown origin by your side, won’t people be suspicious?”
"Ah, this..." Pang Yu stammered, thinking to himself, "My heartless father is really something. He saw right through my little scheme. I asked him for 'Flying Feathers' not for anything else, just two words: face! Think about it, if we went out with two bodyguards from Zhongnanhai behind us, wouldn't that be cool? Similarly, Fourth Brother goes around chasing women, always with a few 'Flying Feathers' experts with him, wouldn't that be incredibly prestigious? As for security, Fourth Brother has been around for so long, with a handful of fish intestines, a silver brick, and two bags of lime, taking turns dealing with them. When has he ever encountered a danger he couldn't handle? Even in today's situation, as long as we get the carriage to a spacious place, throw some money to lure these people to rob us, then when they're not paying attention, we'll throw lime into their eyes, and then stab them one dagger after another. I guarantee we'll kill as many as they come."
“Your father can only give you one person,” Grand Tutor Pang finally spoke, unable to resist his son’s pitiful gaze. “But it’s not Fei Yu; it’s a young man I’ve recently trained. Consider him your personal bodyguard. You’ll be recuperating in the manor, and he can go out with the servants without attracting too much criticism.” Grand Tutor Pang clapped his hands twice as he spoke.
Suddenly, a figure in dark blue robes swept in through the window, faster than an arrow, and landed beside Grand Tutor Pang in the blink of an eye, kneeling on one knee.
“What are your orders, Grand Tutor?”
“From today onwards, you will be the young master’s personal bodyguard.”
“Yes.”
“Raise your head, let me see you,” Pang Yu called to him from the side.
The young man raised his head, appearing to be around twenty years old. His cold, handsome face seemed devoid of any worldly emotion. A faint blue mark remained around his clean-shaven lips, his sword-like eyebrows slanted sharply, his gaze was chilling, and a faint red mark, like a vertical sword scar, marked his forehead. He carried a strangely shaped serpentine scimitar on his back. The blade alone was nearly three feet long, and the hilt gleamed with an eerie, dark light. It was wrapped in dark ochre leather, and although the overall shape was curved, the hilt and size were more like a horse-slaying saber. The blade twisted like a snake, and the tip was a three-dimensional triangular snake head. The blade curved near the hilt, and the whole thing exuded a crystalline blue light, sending chills down one's spine just by looking at it. "
Damn, this guy's cool!"
Fourth Brother immediately praised him.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"I don't have a name, only a code name."
"9527?"
"No, Dark Sky."
"Oh dear, that name isn't sunny enough, it doesn't sound imposing enough. Young Master will change it for you." "Yes."
"Then, from today onwards you'll be called... uh, Nie Feng... Oh no, that'll get me beaten up... Lu Xiaofeng... He doesn't have four eyebrows... How about Sword Heart... Ah, I've got it!"
Pang Yu slammed his hand on his shoulder, his gaze sweeping over him with imposing authority. "
Long Wu, from today onwards, you will be called Long Wu!"

Chapter 142 Another "Battle" with the Flower Fairy (Part 1)

"Long Wu!!!" The next morning, Pang Yu got up early, walked to the garden, stretched, cleared his throat, and shouted to the sky.
Shouting in the morning is good for your health.
"Young Master." In less than three seconds, Long Wu's voice rang out from behind.
Damn! Pang Yu was startled, not expecting him to arrive so quickly. His voice disappeared in an instant, and he was back in an instant. He really is like the wind. It's a pity he's not called Nie Feng!
"How many years have you been with my father?" Pang Yu asked casually.
"Seven years, Young Master."
"Don't call me Young Master, call me Fourth Brother. We are all servants serving the Marquis, understand?"
"Yes." Long Wu replied respectfully.
Pang Yu stared at him intently, looking him up and down: "You don't seem to like talking?"
"Too much talk leads to mistakes." "
Good, very good." Pang Yu nodded in satisfaction, then asked, "Have you been following the Grand Tutor outside these past few days?"
"Fourth Brother, please don't ask anymore. I can't say what I did or how I did it." His attitude was undoubtedly humble, but his tone also revealed his own insistence. It was clear that he wasn't the kind of wooden man who only followed his master's orders and had no opinions of his own.
Pang Yu was very satisfied with this.
"Hey. Is your martial arts very good? How many can you take on?"
"I don't know." Long Wu's answer was still concise.
"You don't know!?" I'm not an assassin. I'm a guard. The Grand Tutor said that it doesn't matter how many you kill in a fight. As long as the person you're protecting is safe and sound, the mission is accomplished."
"Alright. I'll ask you again..." Pang Yu was not giving up. He had to get to the bottom of things and find out the truth from him. Wan Rendi ran over from afar, with two large meat buns in his mouth.
"Fourth Brother, Miss Hua... Miss Hua..." he called from afar. "
Miss Hua my ass! Does he think his master is the Imperial Army? Miss Hua, Miss Hua!" Pang Yu almost kicked him.
But he knew from the sound that Hua Xiangrong had come to "visit" him again. "
Witch, what do you want with me now? Are you lovesick?"
Glancing at Long Wu standing respectfully beside him, Fourth Brother felt incredibly confident, even straightening his back a bit. He waved his hand: "Let's go see her."
Outside the Grand Tutor's mansion, the carriage of Pianxian Pavilion was openly parked in the middle of the road.
It was fortunate that it was the Grand Tutor's mansion; otherwise, if the wealthy young masters who had brought plenty of gold and silver to support Hua Xiangrong last night, only to be disappointed, knew that Miss Xiangrong had dumped them and gone to so-and-so's mansion early this morning to make a scene, they would all swarm over and tear this place down. But because it was the Grand Tutor's mansion, even if they had a thousand times the courage, they wouldn't be able to do that.
Pang Yu swaggered out of the main gate, and the first thing he saw was the carriage where he and the Flower Fairy had been embracing and kissing just two days ago, practically naked, almost reaching the point of penetration. He couldn't help but recall the lewd and passionate scene, and a surge of heat rose in his lower abdomen.
Hua Xiangrong peeked out of the carriage and happened to see the somewhat inappropriate scene (forgive Fourth Brother, it's just morning erection!). She couldn't help but giggle, her beautiful eyes sending flirtatious glances, her watery almond-shaped eyes both charming and alluring.
Pang Yu swallowed hard, strode to the carriage, and without a word, pulled back the curtain.
Hua Xiangrong reclined inside, her black silk robe accentuating her figure. Inside, her light purple gauze dress, silk undergarment, and peach-pink brocade bodice were all faintly visible, seemingly deliberately exposed to seduce Pang Yu. Her reclining posture accentuated her slender waist and long, shapely legs, making her alluring and beautiful face even more captivating. "
A vixen! A vixen who can bewitch men to death!"
Pang Yu had lost count of how many times he had uttered this exclamation.
"The Flower Queen Competition is about to begin. Miss Xiangrong, aren't you at the Pianxian Pavilion preparing? What brings you to my humble abode?" he muttered to himself, reciting the mantra of a virtuous gentleman, while speaking in a formal tone to the flower enchantress.
"Naturally, it's about the competition. Didn't you promise me when you made your move that day, sir…" Hua Xiangrong's cheeks flushed, her charmingly naive appearance making her seem like an innocent little girl, both alluring and infatuated.
"Hey, hey, hey, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want," Pang Yu interrupted her, glancing around to see if only Wanrendi and Long Wu were present. A meat bun is enough to shut him up. He won't talk nonsense, which puts most of my mind at ease—damn it. But if it were a big mouth spouting nonsense, Fourth Brother's upright reputation would be ruined in less than half an hour!
"Young Master, you can't go back on your word!" Hua Xiangrong sat up, her exquisite body curves now heaving in a different way, cradling her rosy cheeks as she softly cried out, as if extremely anxious.
Pretending, you fucking pretend!!!
Pang Yu really wanted to push her down, execute her on the spot, and give her a thousand or two thrusts like an old man pushing a cart to see if she could still speak!
"I don't care, I don't care! If you don't help me, I'll go to the manor and see Marquis Anle, and tell him all the bad things you've done!" The enchanting woman, having failed to seduce him, was now resorting to coercion.
"The Marquis is unwell and won't see anyone," Fourth Brother said calmly, coldly refusing him.
Hua Xiangrong glanced sideways at him, her red lips pouting, "Hmph, all men are shameless, not a single one is good. You're the same; you took advantage of me but it doesn't count. I'm ignoring you now." She reached out and pulled the curtain shut.
What, playing tricks on Fourth Brother?
"Whoosh—" Pang Yu pulled it open again, grinning as he peered inside.
"What are you doing?" Hua Xiangrong glared at him, her fair face showing obvious annoyance.
"Oh, everything can be discussed." Pang Yu was still counting on her feigned politeness as leverage to "raise the price" with Zou Xiyun; how could he let her go so easily?
"You admit it?" She smirked, her arms wrapped around her large, soft, snowy breasts, making no attempt to hide her annoyance. Her plump breasts overflowed her arms, and the bright red of her bodice bulged against her thin collar.
"Admit what? I didn't do anything." Fourth Brother rolled his eyes. As the saying goes, if you don't ejaculate, it's not rape. I haven't even entered the door yet, what's there to complain about?
"But!" he added.
"Considering our past relationship, I think this matter can be discussed."
Hua Xiangrong's pretty eyes darted around, her annoyance instantly turning into a coquettish expression. She deliberately rubbed her firm breasts against Pang Yu: "Then tell me, how do you want to discuss it?"
Pang Yu felt a surge of desire from the soft touch, and couldn't help but lean forward, sitting directly on the carriage, brazenly grabbing her voluptuous waist: "The situation is like this, the Marquis is unwell, and the Flower Queen Competition has been entrusted to me. I am..." "Well, I'm just too upright. I help whoever I can and never do anything underhanded. So... several girls from Manqing Courtyard, Shuiyue Tower, and Langui Lane have come to me for advice. They said that as long as I help them, everything is negotiable. Oh, right, they all invited me to their rooms tonight to talk about the play—no, I mean the competition. So, should I go or not?" As he spoke, he leered at Hua Xiangrong's full, heaving breasts, his wicked hand moving down her slender waist, gradually touching a warm, tender spot between her legs.

Chapter 143 "Fighting" the Flower Demoness Again (Part Two)

"Fourth Brother," her sweet voice echoed in the carriage.
"What are you doing?"
"Why don't you take advantage of me too, okay?" Hua Xiangrong pressed her entire body against him, coiling around Pang Yu like a beautiful snake. Her loosely tied belt and half-open black gauze coat barely covered her exquisitely curvaceous figure, but it couldn't hide anything, nor did it need to.
The entire carriage was filled with a damp and lewd atmosphere.
Pang Yu's face hardened: "I can tell you with certainty that Fourth Brother is an upright man, and he despises such things as unspoken rules—if you want to talk, you should at least show some sincerity. Talk alone is not enough." His wicked hands continued to ruthlessly pluck at the soft, smooth flesh of the flower demon's body.
Hua Xiangrong's almond-shaped eyes sparkled with a captivating light. Suddenly, she wrapped her arms around his neck and slipped her smooth, cool tongue into his mouth. Why was Pang Yu being polite? Damn it, this wasn't him seducing a vixen; she was offering herself up. Pretending to be a gentleman was just too hypocritical. He pushed her down and kissed her passionately.
The two sucked and exchanged saliva, their kisses tender and lingering. Hua Xiangrong hooked her long, firm legs around his waist and hips with her bare feet. The incredibly delicate touch of her skin felt like pearl powder, making Pang Yu's whole body burn. His tongue used all its skills to swirl and intertwine in her mouth, their kisses hot and wet, making smacking sounds.
After a passionate kiss, Hua Xiangrong finally succumbed to her fourth brother's advances. She turned her head, panting softly, and gently nibbled at his earlobe. Their necks intertwined in a passionate embrace, her disheveled, wet hair falling across her face, a few strands clinging to her temples. Her vibrant breasts flushed a delicate, peach-blossom-like red.
Pang Yu, only sixteen at the time, mischievously rubbed his nascent stubble against Hua Xiangrong's neck, his hands cupping her firm breasts, kneading them wantonly. He felt a constant vibration in his ears, damp with Hua Xiangrong's trembling breaths. Just as he was about to strip off her outer silk robe and gauze dress, to test her sincerity in offering herself more intimately, Long Wu coughed twice outside.
Oh no! He'd gotten himself into a mess with that vixen as soon as he stepped outside. If his heartless father found out, it wouldn't look good.
Despite his thoughts, once her fourth brother got into a rage, not even the Heavenly King himself could stop him.
Hua Xiangrong lay back in the spacious carriage. Her thick hair was disheveled, and her clothes were open. Her pair of pert, round breasts, like peppercorns, stood high. The swollen nipples protruded like the knuckles of a child's little finger, straining against her bodice as if it were about to burst open. Beneath the crimson fabric, glimpses of her purplish-red breasts were visible, like ripe, bursting purple grapes.
Hua Xiangrong deliberately narrowed her beautiful eyes, pulling his strong, muscular body close to her. She drew her jade-like face closer, parted her cherry lips, and breathed out a fragrant breath. Her voice trembled as she whispered, "Fourth Brother... do I think this shows sincerity?" As if drunk, her face flushed and rosy, her cheeks radiant with spring. Even without deliberately using seduction, her slightly tipsy, smiling appearance was already incredibly alluring.
A vixen! A real vixen! If she were to take over now, she would be incredibly fast.
"Hmm. It's a little bit. But it's not enough." Pang Yu's deep voice gently vibrated her slightly translucent, thin earlobe. A wave of heat washed over her. Hua Xiangrong felt a tingling sensation all over her body. Even her heart seemed to be intoxicated. Sensitively, she felt a slight lubrication leaking from her lower body. She twisted her body seductively, tilting her snowy neck back and exhaling.
Just looking at her full breasts that heaved up and down, Pang Yu could imagine her wanton moans. Not to mention smelling the exotic scent of her breasts mixed with the fragrance of her hair and the sweetness of her milk. Resting his head on her smooth, soft, pink skin, his fingertips tracing the curves of her proud peaks and deep valleys... Pang Yu's lower body suddenly became erect and proud.
"Then... is this enough---" Hua Xiangrong opened her hazy, seductive eyes. Her jade hand traced Pang Yu's strong chest. Slowly down... down... across his lower abdomen. Until she touched a hard, protruding spot.
"Cough cough!" Another discordant cough sounded outside the carriage.
Fourth Brother still ignored it; so audacious as to dare to play war games in the wild, who cared about such things?
But Hua Xiangrong couldn't ignore it.
With guards outside, some things could be done, but some things couldn't, such as… She slightly turned her slender wrist. The silver needle hidden in her sleeve retracted a little.
"Cough! Cough!" The young man didn't give up. He continued to cough slowly, rhythmically.
Hua Xiangrong suddenly flared up, twisting her waist to sit up. She lifted the light gauze curtain of the carriage window, her beautiful, alluring eyes sweeping over the sword-browed young man riding alongside the carriage the entire time. "Oh, this young man looks unfamiliar. I wonder who he is..."
"He's my lord's personal guard, named Long Wu," Pang Yu interjected. "The lord is recuperating at home and doesn't need a guard for the time being. Knowing I've caused quite a bit of trouble outside, he specially sent him along."
"A personal guard, huh? Hehehe, what a robust fellow." Hearing the words "personal guard," Hua Xiangrong showed no surprise. Instead, she covered her mouth and giggled. Her beautiful waistline, partially undone, rippled under her half-undone robe. Most captivatingly, her breathing was a little rapid, causing her snow-white skin to tremble slightly. Combined with her seductive charm, this created a tempting rhythm that could make any man's soul melt.
Long Wu didn't look at her.
Based on this, Hua Xiangrong dared not act rashly again. A fleeting glint of resentment flashed in her eyes. With a flick of her slender fingers, she quietly released her inner energy, and something was completely hidden in her sleeve.
Pang Yu pulled the curtain shut behind him and hugged her from behind: "Rongrong, don't worry about him, let's continue."
The resentment deep in Hua Xiangrong's eyes vanished in an instant. She bit her pink lips with her pearly teeth, her delicate face flushed red, her expression both alluring and slightly mischievous: "Hey, you wouldn't take my body and then go back on your word , would you?" As she spoke, she wriggled in his arms like a water snake, arousing Pang Yu's restless heart.
"How could I? Your fourth brother is a man of his word. I always do what I say, and I don't go back on my word," Pang Yu said with a suggestive smile.
Hua Xiangrong pressed her entire body against him, her jade-like hands wrapping around his neck.
Holding this irresistibly alluring beauty in his arms, the fourth brother's self-control plummeted. His hands naturally roamed further and further down her slender waist to her firm, smooth thighs, then groped their way towards her crotch, his index finger sinking into a tight, soft, and supple spot, deeper and more intense than he had imagined.
"Ugh... Hmph... Ah, ah
,
ahh
...
"This isn't about being impatient, let's get straight to the point." Pang Yu seemed truly bewitched by her beauty, his eyes bloodshot. He swayed as he half-stood up, reaching out to pounce on her, only to miss again. His imposing body slammed heavily against the carriage, causing it to jolt violently.
Fourth Brother wouldn't give up. He looked up at Hua Xiangrong's alluring smile, a playful curve to his lips.
"No, no... please, spare me."
"Didn't you ask me to use your influence? Come on, don't be afraid, Fourth Brother will be very gentle."
"Ahhh, stop! You've torn my clothes! Ahhhhhh!"
The carriage moved along the road at a leisurely pace, but the sounds inside grew increasingly louder, filled with passion and ambiguity. The sounds were soft, seductive moans that immediately conjured up suggestive thoughts.
"No...no! Ahhh...no! You're killing me! Ah..."
"Saying no, yet writhing so wantonly! Still...want more? Still want more?" "Yes
...yes! Good man, harder...harder, come on, come on, my dear Rongrong...Rongrong wants, Rongrong wants more ... ahh ... This was the only route from the Grand Tutor's Mansion to the Pianxian Pavilion, and also the most bustling and lively place in the capital during the day (at night, of course, it's a street full of brothels). Although it was early morning and the market had just opened, there were already many pedestrians. A luxuriously decorated carriage like this had already attracted attention from afar. The sound inside the carriage was really, really, really loud. And the noise was so great that anyone who wasn't deaf could probably hear it from two streets away. Especially since this was a carriage adorned with the Pianxian Pavilion's floral banner, and there was a young guard beside it wearing clothes bearing the Grand Tutor's Mansion's insignia, the two combined undoubtedly made it even more eye-catching! So, before they had even passed halfway through the West Market, all eyes on the roadside were already focused on the carriage, and pedestrians automatically made way for it, looking at it with a mixture of envy and awe. "Xiangrong, will you come to the mansion to spend the night with me more often?" "Fourth Brother, you're so naughty!" Goodness gracious! People looked at each other in disbelief. These two names are incredibly powerful figures in the capital! One is Xiangrong, the most popular courtesan of Pianxian Pavilion, whose fame rivals that of the Nangong family; the other is Pang Siye, the most favored man of the Grand Tutor's Mansion and a sixth-rank imperial guard bestowed by the Emperor, whose fame spread throughout the land in just half a month, known even to eighty-year-old women! In short, once the carriage passed through the West Market, the affair between Fourth Brother and Hua Xiangrong—no, the fact that Fourth Brother and Hua Xiangrong were getting intimate—became common knowledge in Bianliang. Chapter 144: A Rendezvous After Dusk, Two-Timing Fourth Brother isn't a lewd person, never has been. So even if he wanted to pluck this beautiful rose, Hua Xiangrong, he wouldn't be so absurd as to be so impatient. Outdoor sex is fun, car sex is exciting, but losing one's virginity… cough, Fourth Brother is more traditional and prefers to do it in bed. So why is Fourth Brother in such a hurry to push her away? Simple, this is Fourth Brother's bargaining chip, his bargaining chip, understand? Zou Xiyun and Hua Xiangrong both wanted to win the top spot in the beauty pageant, and they both coincidentally "begged" him for help. If Fourth Brother didn't take advantage of the situation and demand exorbitant prices, he wouldn't be Fourth Brother. The logic is simple. For example, if I have a project and two companies approach me for talks, I'll naturally try to let Company A know that Company B is also interested, and let Company B know that Company A is negotiating with me. This way, I can set high demands and force both sides to agree—if you don't do it, why will others?! So Pang Yuming knew that Hua Xiangrong had come early in the morning to seduce him, and that he had been "seduced" into getting into the car. He deliberately made a scene without actually pushing her away, intentionally making it public knowledge. That way, when he saw Zou Xiyun, hehehe. You won't let me hug you, won't let me kiss you, huh? You won't tell me about the fairy sister? "Alright, then I'll help you out. You can forget about winning the Flower Queen Contest, hoho. So, the more intimately you get with Hua Xiangrong, the more leverage you can gain. Uh, when we go to Qixiu Pavilion later, we need to make it a big affair, so we can have a proper talk with the Flower Fairy again." Fourth Brother's plan was incredibly shrewd. The two of them were all flirtatious and playful, hugging and cuddling the whole way, causing a stir in the entire West Market, and even the entrance to Pianxian Pavilion was almost blocked by onlookers. You know, at this point, if Fourth Brother had pulled Hua Xiangrong inside in front of everyone, heading straight to Yaotai Xiaozhu, it would have been too conspicuous, too shameless, too enviable. But Fourth Brother did it anyway. Why? Jealousy. Jealous? Go find your own lover. Sleeping with girls. That's a man's skill! So, after getting off the carriage, Pang Yu put his arm around her. Without a word, he grabbed Hua Xiangrong's fiery waist. Facing countless murderous gazes from both sides, he swaggered inside. Now, Fourth Brother no longer needed to intimidate with his eyes. Because just the name "Pang Si" was enough to sway anyone across the thirty-six wards and seventy-two main streets of the capital. Of course, fools were never in short supply. Occasionally, a few would rush over to try and stop him. A second ago, they might have been close to Fourth Brother, but a second later, anyone harboring resentment or ill intentions towards him would be sent flying, landing at least ten meters away, either missing an arm or a leg, or with a dented face. ----Long Wu wasn't following him for nothing. Anyone who dared to touch the young master would suffer this fate. "Fourth Brother, there are so many people! Look, look—they all know about us now. I'm going to be laughed at to death!" Surprisingly, Hua Xiangrong started to wriggle in her arms.

"What, who dares to gossip?" Pang Yu swept his gaze across the crowd.
"Whoosh—" The crowd parted in a circle.
"Just now in the carriage, I gave you everything. But now—" Hua Xiangrong pressed her entire body against Pang Yu, her beautiful eyes half-open, her red lips slightly parted, gently biting his earlobe: "Fourth Brother, think about me too! If word gets out that I've already given myself to you, how can I win the Flower Queen competition?"
Damn it, who was seducing whom just now?
Pang Yu saw the flower demon feigning arrogance and was instantly furious.
But then again, if Hua Xiangrong were to be taken by a mere servant like him in front of everyone, then there would be no point in competing for the Flower Queen title—who would accept a servant's woman as the "Flower Kingdom's Champion"?
Pang Yu was helpless. If Hua Xiangrong lost her chance to compete, things would get complicated with Zou Xiyun, and the Fairy Sister's problem would be even more unsolvable.
Rushing to push one away only to lose two—it wasn't worth it! "
Tonight...please come again tonight, okay? I'll be waiting for you at Yaotai Xiaozhu." Hua Xiangrong pleaded softly, her lips pressed against his neck. Her rosy tongue occasionally licked inside his ear, making Pang Yu itch.
The itch in his ear only intensified the itch in his heart.
In front of at least two hundred people, he roughly grabbed at Hua Xiangrong's ample breasts, which were about to burst out of her clothes, and then slapped her shapely buttocks hard before laughing and letting go.
Hua Xiangrong took a few steps, then turned back to gaze at him, her eyes blinking a few times. Her expression was playful and charming, with a hint of shy anticipation that revealed her beautiful face. As a gentleman, Fourth Brother could barely restrain himself, but the onlookers were all completely captivated, and even many of the girls from Pianxian Pavilion were mesmerized.
Only Long Wu stood firmly to the side, his feet planted neither too far to the side nor too far to the left, his sharp eyes scanning the surroundings warily, ready to deal with any unexpected situation.
Hua Xiangrong had been watching his movements out of the corner of her eye. Seeing these actions that displayed the qualities of a master bodyguard, her crescent-shaped eyebrows furrowed slightly.
She gave Pang Yu an infinitely seductive wink, twisted her voluptuous waist, and turned to walk into the Pianqian Pavilion. The smooth, bright red satin wrapped around her full hips, swaying gracefully as she entered, her back view exceptionally alluring.
Just as she was about to enter, she stopped again, turning her head gracefully to look back at Pang Yu. Her slender, fair wrist, like a crane's neck, supported her snowy cheek, and her delicate, jade-like index finger floated to her beautiful lips, a sly smile playing on her lips. Judging from the shape of her lips, she was probably saying, "Remember to come tonight, I'll be waiting for you."
Fourth Brother was an upright man, and even more so, a man who loved his wife dearly. Although Xiu Xiang wasn't officially married yet, and probably wouldn't be for the time being (Nangong MM wasn't someone you could just push away), Pang Yu treated her like a wife. How long had it been since he left? Huh? Huh? Huh? Huh? He led Long Wu and turned back to the West Market, buying rouge, powder, clothes, and jewelry, preparing to go back and please his wife.
"What? You're selling Bao Xiang Zhai's top-grade rouge for three strings of cash a box? Ten strings for three boxes, please?"
"What? This dress is thirteen strings? That's too unlucky, I'm superstitious about it. How about eighteen strings? One price."
"Oh dear, this jade hairpin is nice, but the pearls inlaid on the head are a bit small, not very impressive, not eye-catching. Do you have any as big as longan pearls? Forget the white ones, I'll have black pearls!"
Anyway, it's money from his younger brother to fill his pockets. Why should Fourth Brother save it?
Spend it! Wouldn't it be a waste of his brothers' sincerity if he didn't spend it?
Fourth Brother bought these things to give to Xiu Xiang, of course. But what others would think if they saw him return to Pianxian Pavilion after giving flowers, and then immediately run over and buy a whole bunch of luxurious and expensive women's products? That's their business.
The power of public opinion should never be underestimated.
After settling on the jewelry, Fourth Brother stormed into the bookstore.
He just threw out a sentence...
"Bring me all the military books and strategies from ancient times to the present, biographies of famous generals. Three copies of each, no exceptions. Even if you need to order more, three copies of each type."
This was what he promised Xiao Diqing yesterday. He especially had to keep his word to his brother-in-law; he couldn't go back on his word!
"Three...three books?"
"Yes, one to read, one to collect, and one to pass on. That's how experts buy books." Pang Yu laughed heartily, looking very relaxed, not in a hurry at all.
Why be in a hurry? He had to
wait until the news spread, until Zou Xiyun knew he and Hua Xiangrong were having an affair, before he could negotiate. Otherwise, if he went too early, wouldn't it show that Fourth Brother was too eager, and the other party would gain the upper hand?
When Fourth Brother dragged two large carts of things back to the mansion, it was almost noon. First, he rushed to Chunman Garden and showered Xiao Diqing with military books, making her beam with joy, vowing never to interfere with what her brother-in-law and sister "did" again. Then he went straight to Xiuxiang's place, bringing out two small gifts to make her happy.
What? Didn't he buy two carts?
----Oh dear, half of the two carts were for "filial piety" towards Second and Third Mothers, and the other half... sigh, Xiuxiang, though gentle, is very strong-willed; she would never accept too much at once. Take it slow. Take it slow.
In short, Fourth Brother appeased Second and Third Mothers. After appeasing the siblings, he had lunch, ate a hearty nap, and waited for Chuixue to report that his ambiguous affair with Hua Xiangrong had spread throughout the capital. Only then did he leisurely get dressed, and with Chuixue and Long Wu, drove straight to Qixiufang.
Compared to yesterday when he accompanied Xiuxiang, Qixiufang was filled with enthusiasm. The maids, servants, and dancers addressed him respectfully and affectionately as "Lord Tianding." This time, when Pang Yu entered Qixiufang, everyone inside and outside, regardless of gender, gave him only unwelcoming looks.
The only one who left a deep impression on him on the day Qian Shicai caused such a scene was the steward Lin Xiaojing, who, despite being thoroughly scolded, still managed to greet him with a smile. Upon seeing him, Lin Xiaojing immediately put on a fawning smile, saying things like, "What do you mean, Lord Tianding's visit is an honor to our humble abode," and "Lord Tianding is magnanimous, please don't take offense at the ladies' manners." Lin Xiaojing's flattery was so pleasing to the Fourth Brother that he was about to take out his money to give a reward when Lin Xiaojing approached him, his smile a little... no, very ambiguous: "Young Master (Zou Xiyun) has been waiting for Lord Tianding in the backyard for quite some time. I will take you there now."
The backyard of Qixiu Manor was designed in the typical style of a Jiangnan garden, with towering trees, swaying bamboo shadows, a desolate and spacious atmosphere, and a simple and quiet ambiance. The overall layout was centered around a mountain and pond, cleverly incorporating and blending with nature. A winding stream was built under the artificial mountain, drawing water from the "Two Springs" to flow into it, making a gurgling sound. Pavilions, corridors, the Seven Star Bridge, the Hanbi Pavilion, and the Qingyu Corridor are built around the central Zhiyu Pavilion, which is surrounded by water on three sides. The pavilion, with its square shape, is adorned with various scenic elements, outlining the winding and graceful contours of the water. Reflections of mountains, pagodas, pavilions, waterside terraces, trees, flowers, and birds are all reflected in the pond, creating
a scene of exquisite beauty. Pang Yu was momentarily amazed, never expecting such a serene and elegant setting within the Seven Show Pavilion. It was as if an entire Jiangnan garden had been "copied" and brought to the capital. However, he had no time to appreciate it. He
had more important business to attend to today—
"capture" Zou Xiyun. And while he was at it, he fantasized about one day winning her heart and engaging in a passionate lovemaking session by this very pond.

Chapter 145: Zou Xiyun's Voluntary Offering!

Pang Yu, led by Lin Xiaojing, arrived at Zou Xiyun's two-story residence.
"Fourth Master, this is it. The young master is waiting for you on the second floor." Lin Xiaojing smiled ambiguously.
"Fourth Master, don't forget the favors I've done for you."
Damn, you're kidding me!
Pang Yu didn't believe for a second that Zou Xiyun would be waiting inside to offer herself to him—even if she was genuinely worried that she might side with Hua Xiangrong.
Only the Flower Demoness would do that!
"Manager Lin, don't try to fool me. If I, Pang, cannot have my way with you, someone might lose a hand or a leg." He raised an eyebrow slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in his eyes.
Lin Xiaojing still smiled obsequiously, "If that's the case, Fourth Master, you can kill me and feed me to the dogs."
"Hahahaha----" Pang Yu laughed loudly, pushing open the door and swaggering inside.
Lin Xiaojing stopped at the doorway, bowing respectfully.
Pang Yu entered the small hall on the second floor, where Zou Xiyun was indeed waiting for him. Her elaborate makeup was gone, replaced by a pale yellow casual dress. The veil covering her pretty face had also been changed to white. She sat quietly in a corner, and upon seeing him, perhaps recalling the stolen kiss he had given her yesterday, a slight blush appeared on her face.
----Fourth Brother has sharp eyes. He saw everything clearly through the veil.
Pang Yu, unusually well-behaved, sat down opposite her. He chuckled, “Miss Zou is truly intelligent. She knew I would be here today—cough. Why aren’t there any maids to serve you? Would you mind if I poured you a cup of tea?” “I sent the maids elsewhere,” Zou Xiyun said calmly. She then glanced at him with bright eyes.
“There are some things they shouldn’t hear.”
Remembering Lin Xiaojing’s words earlier, Pang Yu’s heart skipped a beat.
What’s wrong with me? Am I really that charming?
Sigh. Being too handsome is definitely a problem.
He touched his face, sighing involuntarily.
Seeing Pang Yu’s narcissistic, self-absorbed expression, Zou Xiyun glared at him, making Pang Yu’s heart flutter. Then the veiled beauty asked, “Has Young Master Pang and Marquis Anle reached an agreement on the matter of becoming the Seven Showmen’s male escort?”
“Not yet,”
Zou Xiyun replied, looking at him in surprise.
Pang Yu laughed heartily, "Xi Yun, don't worry, as long as I ask, the Marquis will definitely agree."
"Oh, young master, you're so trustworthy
." "Of course, the Marquis listens to me without question, and my silver tongue is
truly something else." This was obviously an unintentional remark, but to Zou Xi Yun, it sounded completely different. Her face behind the thin gauze blushed instantly, and she scolded, "You... Xi Yun hasn't even settled the score with you for last night, and you..."
Pang Yu slapped his forehead in annoyance.
This old man's flirting with women had reached a whole new level; even a casual remark was like this.
"Ahem, Xi Yun, you know... well... although I kissed you yesterday, it was just a light kiss, I couldn't help myself... haha, I didn't use my tongue... so it has nothing to do with my silver tongue. Absolutely not." Pang Yu couldn't bear to see the beauty blush and explained very considerately.
"However, if you want to try, I'd be happy to oblige." The more he explained, the more embarrassed Zou Xiyun became .
She lowered her head, her ears burning red, completely at a loss, looking utterly bewildered and alluring, no longer caring about being taken advantage of.
Her allure was no less than that of Nangong Qinyi or Hua Xiangrong. It was just that Pang Yu had rarely had the opportunity to speak with Zou Xiyun alone like this before, so his impression of her wasn't as vivid as that of Nangong Qinyi, who had seen her naked upon first meeting, or Hua Xiangrong, whom he had already slept with twice, almost achieving "success" each time.
However, after seeing this scene, he was certain that
if Zou Xiyun were willing to abandon her reserve and seduce him, even a gentleman like his fourth brother might not be able to resist!
It took Zou Xiyun a while to regain her composure. She sighed softly and said, "Xiyun really shouldn't be alone with you like this, but what I want to tell you can't be known by others."
Now it was Pang Yu's turn to be puzzled. It was just about the Flower Queen Competition; what was there to hide? "
Xi Yun, what's wrong? Tell me, your fourth brother is upright and honest; there's nothing to hide."
Zou Xi Yun's pretty face was still flushed. After a long pause, she finally raised her head and said, "About Fairy Sister. Does Young Master also want Xi Yun to tell everyone?"
"What!" Pang Yu was excited. He stood up immediately.
"What is it about Fairy Sister? Tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me!"
"You... you really want to know?" Zou Xi Yun pursed her lips slightly, looking at his expression with a half-smile.
"Of course! Fairy Sister saved me twice, and I want to repay her kindness!!!" Pang Yu was very eager, taking a step forward to Zou Xi Yun's side and grabbing her impatiently to ask.
Zou Xi Yun saw through his trick of taking advantage of the situation at a glance and said coldly, "Sit still and don't move, or I won't tell you even if you beat me to death."
Pang Yu obediently stepped back—uh, so he could find the Fairy Sister as soon as possible, and then… repay her kindness! "
The Fairy Sister guessed you'd ask, and knew that if Xi Yun didn't tell, you, this bad guy, would pester her relentlessly. So she left a message early on, and specifically instructed that no third person should know."
Hearing this, Pang Yu's heart itched. What couldn't he say in front of the maids
? "What message did the Fairy Sister leave?" he eagerly pressed, preparing to have a good "talk" with Zou Xi Yun about the "Cowherd" matter if she deliberately kept him in suspense.
Zou Xi Yun answered without hesitation: "I was entrusted with a task, and I must be loyal to it. Repaying kindness is unnecessary."
"Uh, anything else?"
"Nothing."
"What, just this one sentence?"
"Yes." "Damn it, are you kidding me?!" Pang Yu slammed his fist on the table in anger. "Do you have to say things like this in private?!"
Zou Xiyun rolled her eyes at him and said, "This is for your own good. I'm afraid you might do something embarrassing if you get upset and others see it."
"Hey, hey, hey, I'm a gentleman, what could I possibly do!" Pang Yu hurriedly protested.
Zou Xiyun sternly snorted, "A gentleman? How dare you call yourself that," perhaps recalling yesterday's events. Her slender fingers intertwined, her graceful body slightly embarrassed.
Pang Yu cried out in grievance, "Hey, hey, hey, can't a gentleman kiss a beautiful woman? As a gentleman, I would never do anything shameful. Why make such a simple sentence so mysterious, and even send the maid away? It made me think... hey, what good thing is going on?"
Zou Xiyun, whose pretty face was tense, couldn't help but chuckle. As if blaming him for making her laugh, she gave him a teasing look and said with a slight reproach, "A gentleman can kiss... kiss a young lady's face, but to steal a kiss when a young lady isn't paying attention is definitely not the mark of a gentleman—just from the fact that you even thought of this in a dirty way, I know you're not a good person!"
Pang Yu laughed maliciously. Squinting his thieving eyes at her curvaceous figure, he said with an air of nonchalance, "Is that so? If I weren't a good person, I wouldn't have just given you a quick kiss yesterday. Xi Yun, your beauty is exceptional, your charm surpasses even the Goddess of Luo River. What man would be willing to let you go after kissing you?"
Zou Xi Yun's once-normal, flower-like face flushed again. It wasn't just about the kiss; she also remembered the time when she first met Pang Yu, and he flattered her with sweet words, making her blush and almost remove her veil. She stamped her foot and scolded, "Hey! You're getting more and more unrestrained! Have you no shame?!"
If she had any shame, she wouldn't be Fourth Brother.
Pang Yu shrugged and laughed shamelessly, "If Xi Yun doesn't like it, then I'll just pretend I never kissed you. Don't worry, I won't go around telling everyone."
Zou Xi Yun finally couldn't take it anymore, biting her pink lips and glaring at him fiercely, "Can you please not bring this up again?"
Pang Yu loved seeing her angry, and spread his hands, saying, "Xi Yun, get this straight. You were the one who brought it up first, don't bring it up again and then blame me."
"Don't call me Xiyun!" Zou Xiyun clenched her fists, looking like she was about to rush over and hit him.
"Then what should I call you, Xixi? Yunyun? Or 'Baby'?"
Zou Xiyun stood up, her beautiful eyes flashing with a cold, unyielding anger.
Pang Yu smiled and met her gaze, not regretting forcibly kissing this uniquely beautiful woman. His fourth brother just loved playing with ambiguity, especially this kind of teasing.
Zou Xiyun almost wanted to kick him out, or even pounce on him, pounding his chest with her delicate hands. But meeting Pang Yu's playful and ambiguous gaze, she ultimately sat back down helplessly. Behind the sheer silk veil, a pretty face flushed red, as if she were drunk, revealed a look of both reproach and delight, her beauty unparalleled. She pleaded softly, "Please stop teasing me, okay? Xi Yun is waiting for you; we have important matters to discuss. Please let me go."
Seeing her ears turn completely red, Pang Yu was quite pleased, and seeing her unusually submissive demeanor, he stopped teasing her and asked with a smile, "Xi Yun, would you like to continue discussing the gigolo matter with me?"
"Well—" Zou Xi Yun paused slightly, then said softly, "Can we talk about it later? I have something more important to ask of you."
"What is it?"
"I heard that the other day, Young Master Pang…"
"Hey, don't be so formal, just call me Fourth Brother."
Zou Xiyun needed his help, so she had no choice but to comply. "I heard that at the Yaoqin Music Festival at Green Jade Pavilion the other day, Fourth Brother single-handedly challenged all the talented scholars in the capital. Your couplets, lyrics, and poems were all outstanding, and you stole the show. Even Liu Sanbian, who was known as the greatest talent in the world, was outshone by you..."
"It's nothing. I've loved literature since I was a child. Although I haven't studied much, I'm proficient in poetry, lyrics, songs, and couplets." Pang Yu puffed out his chest confidently and struck a very cool pose.
"I wonder what Fourth Brother knows about music and dance..."
"Music and dance, is it?" Pang Yu's confidence (clearly bragging!) had become a habit. "Fourth Brother is multi-talented, what haven't I studied? This music and dance, to put it bluntly..."
Zou Xiyun looked at him with bright eyes, her expression earnest, and said, "Xiyun and the sisters have rehearsed a music and dance performance for the Flower Queen Competition, but no matter how much we practice, something just doesn't feel right. It's a very strange feeling that I can't express in words, so..."
She frowned, her beautiful eyebrows like distant mountains, clearly worried, but when she looked at Pang Yu, a glimmer of hope appeared in her eyes: "Since Fourth Brother also has some knowledge of singing and dancing, could you please watch the performance and give me some pointers?"
Fourth Brother never refused a beautiful woman's request.
In less than a quarter of an hour, Zou Xiyun had changed into a snow-white dance costume adorned with feathers. She walked out with the graceful gait of a fairy, followed by nine beautiful young dancers, each with rosy cheeks and slender figures. They stood orderly in the center of the hall, bowing to Pang Yu one by one.
Not only were they beautiful, but their heights were also similar. They all wore pink silk robes, their breasts partially exposed, and delicate, gossamer-thin shawls, making them even more alluring. "
Is this what they call 'Nine Heavenly Fairies'?" Pang Yu thought. "Wow, their looks and temperament are only slightly inferior to my Qin Yi and Rongrong. So many beauties in such a small place as the Seven Show Pavilion.
Hehehe, the girls of Jiangnan are indeed beautiful.
" The sounds of string and wind instruments filled the air, and Pang Yu noticed that several musicians had also entered. They were all women, though not as youthful as the dancers, they were still mature women with a unique charm.
As the prelude to the music ended, Zou Xiyun's naturally drooping, snow-white arms began to sway gently, like willow branches swaying in a breeze. Nine dancers moved gracefully in unison, waving colorful ribbons that created ever-changing, beautiful patterns, like clouds swirling around the dancing Zou Xiyun.
The music transitioned into its middle section, a burst of rapid, crisp orchestral sounds followed by a lighter, more lively melody. Zou Xiyun tossed her sleeves and began to spin in place, while eight dancers swayed and danced to the music, like butterflies fluttering among flowers, weaving and swirling around her. The dance was elegant and beautiful, displaying exquisite grace, carrying a poetic and picturesque charm, swaying with an indescribable elegance and passion. Watching
her supple body perform various difficult and graceful dance moves, with the melodious music echoing in his ears like celestial music, Pang Yu almost felt as if he had stumbled into a celestial paradise inhabited by fairies.
Zou Xiyun swayed gracefully, like snowflakes swirling in the wind, captivatingly beautiful. A melodious tune abruptly stopped, and her snow-white dance dress slowly ceased its fluttering, like a white swan instantly folding its wings. The music paused only briefly before slowly resuming, and Zou Xiyun's body twirled again to the music, her flowing steps revealing glimpses of her beautiful curves beneath her billowing dress, dazzling to the eye.
Then, she suddenly turned her head, revealing a smile as radiant as spring sunshine, her eyes filled with the intoxication of the music and dance, making it impossible not to be mesmerized, to be captivated!
Such exquisite song and dance, how could it be flawed! Just
as Pang Yu was thinking this, preparing to make up some excuses, his mind suddenly went blank, followed by a hazy, intoxicating dizziness.
This dizziness came on so quickly that Pang Yu didn't even have time to speak before he collapsed.
In the moments before he lost consciousness, he suddenly remembered that when Zou Xiyun left the small hall to change into her dance costume, the maid who came in to serve him poured him a cup of tea. The tea tasted a little strange, but when he thought of Zou Xiyun's half-undressed, graceful dance, his mouth instantly became dry, and he grabbed the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
Lust, what a disaster!

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