[Wuxia] The Number One Ding Under Heaven (Complete) - 19

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Chapter 133 Fourth Brother Battles Liu Yong (Part 3)

Everyone was astonished!
Without hesitation, Pang Yu wielded his brush and completed the poem in one stroke, displaying it to everyone present, causing a stir among the assembled crowd!
The poem reads: Azure sky, yellow leaves on the ground. Autumn colors stretch across the waves, cold mist rises from the water. Mountains reflect the setting sun, sky meets water. The fragrant grass is heartless, lying beyond the setting sun; a homesick soul, chasing wandering thoughts. Night after night, unless a good dream keeps one asleep. Do not lean alone against the high tower under the bright moon. Wine enters the sorrowful heart, turning into tears of longing.
"Excellent, excellent! 'Wine enters the sorrowful heart, turning into tears of longing!' Wonderful, truly wonderful!" Liu Yong clapped his hands in praise. "Brother Pang's 'Su Mu Zhe' is elegant in its language, deeply moving and profound, seamlessly blending beautiful scenery with tender emotions. The vastness of the landscape, the beauty of the scene, and the deepest feelings are all simultaneously presented in the poem, perfectly capturing the melancholy soul of someone far from home. Truly wonderful!"
Ouyang Xiu echoed, "Others often use the bleak autumn scenery to express homesickness and separation sorrow when writing about it, but Brother Pang's poem does the opposite. The scenery is described as vast and beautiful, which in turn highlights the sorrow of separation. On the other hand, it makes the emotions expressed in the second stanza appear tender yet strong, profound without being decadent..."
He was halfway through when he suddenly realized something was wrong.
Thoughts of separation sorrow? The Pang brothers' home was in Bianliang; what was there to think about, what was there to be separated from! The line, "Wine enters the sorrowful heart, turning into tears of longing," was clearly spoken to Lady Nangong in public, a way of expressing his longing and admiration for her! Brilliant, truly brilliant! Using the guise of sorrow to express genuine longing, this subtle metaphor was exquisite! Brilliant!!!
When he realized this, Liu Yong also understood. This young servant wasn't showing off his literary talent, nor was he trying to bring honor to the household; he was clearly vying with him to confess his love to Lady Nangong!
"You can't have your cake and eat it too, Sister Nangong. Choose one of the two poems," Pang Yu said with an ambiguous smile, using the half-advantaged, half-coercive address he'd used that day in public.
Nangong Qinyi had never seen such a shameless person. Calling her that in private was one thing, but to do it in public like this—wasn't he afraid of incurring public wrath and being trampled to death by these people?
Pang Yu wasn't afraid.
Because he knew that from the moment Liu Yong appeared, the center of the conflict had become him!
One was a lowly servant, the other a talented scholar from Jiangnan, even Ouyang Xiu himself was ashamed of his own inferiority. Who was more likely to win Nangong Qinyi's favor? Who posed a greater threat to them?
A person worthy of being called a "talented scholar" was definitely not a fool, and even a fool could see that!
Nangong Qinyi's pretty face glowed with a holy and bright light, making her even more breathtakingly beautiful. ***** Her cherry lips parted slightly as she said, "Both of your poems have their strengths. Young Master Liu's 'Snow Plum Fragrance' expresses his feelings directly and has a profound charm. Young Master Pang's 'Su Mu Zhe' has beautiful language and a far-reaching artistic conception. Putting them together, Qinyi truly finds it difficult to choose." Her voice had a clear, crisp beauty that resonated in the ears. Perhaps because they were standing so close, it seemed like a whisper rippling on a flowing river, carrying her aloofness, elegance, and pride, as well as her detached and wise heart.
A commotion arose in the hall; everyone, with the mentality of watching a drama unfold, whispered and discussed amongst themselves.
Liu Yong was anxious. He had assumed that Nangong Qinyi, after being openly addressed as "sister" by Pang Yu and hearing the frivolous undertones in his poem, would surely be expelled—just as he had experienced when he fell in love with Nangong Qinyi at first sight during his travels through Luoyang and rashly made a presumptuous move at the poetry gathering.
However, Nangong Qinyi, upon hearing this, not only didn't dare leave him, but also hesitated on the point of "accepting whose poem."
Liu Yong probably never dreamed that Pang Yu had shamelessly taken advantage of Nangong Qinyi these past few days, calling her "Qinyi" countless times, sleeping in her bed, and seeing her body naked. *****He had even already acknowledged her father-in-law… Nangong Qinyi, who had already called him "husband," what was there to be angry about over such a small matter?
Liu Yong took two steps towards her, his expression showing some anxiety. He sighed, "I always thought that beautiful and intelligent women, especially those as graceful and elegant as Lady Nangong, were like clouds in the sky, unattainable and unattainable. Their thoughts were like bird tracks and fish leaping, unpredictable and elusive. But after hearing Lady Nangong's music in Luoyang, I felt I could discern her emotions through the melody, experiencing a unique sense of discovery and spiritual connection. From then on, I could no longer yearn for her, wishing I could be by her side at all times, to hear her celestial music!" What a pretentious show-off
! He clearly only admired her looks, yet he had the nerve to say he liked music. Pang Yu hated this hypocritical man!
And he wasn't the only one; all the talented men hated him.
"To chase after someone to hear a tune, Young Master Liu certainly has a keen interest!"
"Different, different. He's a great talent; how could we possibly fathom his thoughts?"
"What a fine phrase, 'always by his side.' Even when the great talent Liu goes to brothels, he asks the girls to 'always by his side,' just to play music and zithers, without having to do anything else. ****" "
How can he not have to do anything? There's also playing the flute, playing that precious flute that great talent Liu has down there!" The comments were even vulgar and offensive.
In an instant, Liu San became the target of everyone's scorn!
Liu Yong, proud and arrogant throughout his life, wouldn't even give face to the emperor in the future. How could he bear the humiliation from so many people? In a fit of anger, he decided to retaliate, reciting in a long voice: "The frozen water melts away, the morning breeze brings warmth, spring fills the eastern suburbs. The lingering beauty of spring, mist and dew moisten the grass along the long dike. A lone wild goose faintly flies back, the river and sky stretch far and wide. The distant mountains change color, their beauty like lightly painted eyebrows. Gazing a thousand miles, I idly lean against the mast and gaze into the distance. How many sorrows arise in my heart for spring? I wonder where the spring sunshine comes so early. I long to see the capital." "Look, the famous garden, the fragrant trees, the blooming flowers and warbling birds. Recalling my youthful days, I remember how I spent my days drinking wine and listening to songs, spending money on laughter. Since then, I've secretly regretted it, how much time I've wasted!"
This impromptu poem, "Ancient Cup," is a blatant satire of the people present, saying they didn't cherish their youth, only knowing how to frequent brothels, squander money on laughter, indulging in sensual pleasures, and endless debauchery. In their old age, they can only secretly regret, lamenting the countless years they wasted in their youth.
After all, they were all talented men. As soon as Liu Yong finished reciting the poem, more than two-thirds of the people understood that it was a veiled satire of them, and they all cursed him, but that was all.
They weren't qualified to "battle" Liu Yong in writing lyrics.
At this moment, Fourth Brother, disregarding past grievances, decisively stood on the side of the talented men of the capital!
He gazed intently at Nangong Qinyi, his face filled with reminiscence and sorrow, and recited in a very mournful and low tone: "How deep the courtyard is, how many layers of willows and smoke, how many curtains and screens. Where once the jade-bridled saddle and carved horse roamed, now the high tower obscures the road to Zhangtai. Rain and wind rage at the end of March, the door closes at dusk, there is no way to keep spring from leaving. Tearful eyes ask the flowers, but the flowers are silent, scattered petals fly past the swing."
Also using the *Butterfly Loves Flowers* ci poem form, this one depicts the loneliness and unbearable sorrow of a young woman confined to her boudoir, lamenting the passing of spring. The heroine, a beauty past her prime, is alone, longing for her beloved's return but unable to, her heart filled with hidden pain, resentment, and bitterness. The lines following "jade-bridled saddle and carved horse" reveal the harsh reality and the merciless torment of her heart: her lover is unfaithful, gone on a frivolous escapade; spring is fading, youth is fleeting. The four lines beginning "the door closes at dusk" symbolize the pain of wasted youth and the fleeting nature of life. The final two lines vividly and profoundly depict the woman's infatuation and despair. The phrase "the flowers are silent" in the last line speaks of the young woman's shared fate with the fallen blossoms, her speechless grief; "scattered blossoms fly past the swing" clearly foreshadows her destiny—in her tearful eyes, flowers become like her, and she becomes like flowers, until finally, they are indistinguishable, both inevitably destined to be abandoned and forgotten.
Fourth Brother's meaning is clear: you write about how we waste our time and regret it in old age, so I'll "imagine" in advance the miserable and tragic life of some girl who marries a heartless and unfaithful man like you—let's see who's more ruthless!
Throughout his life, Liu Yong had discredited countless writers with his lyrics, but this time, for the first time in his life, he was the one being discredited. He was incredibly frustrated, but amidst his indignation, he couldn't help but admire Pang Yu's literary talent. His method of using the environment to suggest and highlight the emotions was truly masterful. The writing was profound yet unhurried, with a graceful and nuanced flow. Although few words were used, they vividly portrayed the sorrow and anguish of a young woman confined to her boudoir, her inner turmoil palpable, as if the scene were unfolding before her eyes, possessing an indescribable and powerful emotional impact.
Any woman who heard this would seriously consider whether entrusting her life to him would have such consequences!
Liu Yong had never encountered such a formidable "opponent" in his life. Whether in literary talent, learning, insight, or experience, the opponent was no less capable than him. In a moment of inspiration, he composed another poem, "Like Fish and Water," recalling his first meeting with Nangong Qinyi on a painted boat on the banks of the Luo River: "Light mist floats in the air, chaotic peaks are reflected in the water, ten miles of silver pond shimmer. Willows line the banks. Red pavilions and vermilion towers face each other. Water lilies are fragrant. Pairs of mandarin ducks play. After the rain, orchids and irises adorn the islets, vaguely resembling the Xiang River. A gentle breeze blows, the water is vast. A patch of clear light moves. Painted boats pass each other. Beautiful women, their voices clear and melodious. The Purple Rose Prince. A purification ritual, a joyful paradise. Returning home, I will traverse the imperial palace and the Phoenix Pond, this scene will never be forgotten." "
Pretentious again, trying to impress me! What's so special about a first meeting!"
Fourth Brother was furious. Without a second thought, he immediately responded with a poem, "A Spray of Plum Blossoms."
"Spring flowers and autumn moon, her hair flowing like clouds, a shallow smile with dimples, her jade-like face radiant. Even Xi Shi pales in comparison, Ming Fei fades, Li Hua dims, Yang Guifei bends her waist. Her soul is lost, her spirit adrift, like clouds and rain on Mount Wu, unaware of dawn. A spring dream without a trace ends in a single day, only hoping to look at each other to soothe her loneliness." This poem, entirely original by Fourth Brother, is entirely his own creation, consisting of just six characters—shameless, lewd, and lustful! Isn't that just fantasizing about sleeping with Nangong Qin Yi?
Soul lost, spirit adrift, clouds and rain on Mount Wu, a spring dream without a trace—does it even need explaining?
You write about their first meeting, I write about their first night!
Of course, in Fourth Brother's mind, and in Nangong Qin Yi's eyes, this poem, "A Spray of Plum Blossoms," is indeed his fantasy.
However, to Liu Yong and the assembled scholars, and considering the various rumors circulating in the capital recently, it's clear that Fourth Brother and Nangong Qin Yi really have an affair, and have indeed done everything!
This couple, deeply in love and having played their sweet nothings and tormented us monkeys, are now reminiscing about the enchanting romance of their first night together!

Chapter 134: Fourth Brother vs. Liu Yong (Part 4) "

Not seeking to amaze the world with his flirtatious ways, but to move people with his shamelessness."
This sentence perfectly describes Fourth Brother's current state!
Pang Yu sighed deeply, gazing at Nangong Qinyi with the tender, loving eyes of lovers gazing at each other.
Liu Yong was also watching, observing her reaction.
Clearly, the last poem was Fourth Brother's impromptu lewd verse, so vulgar and wanton it couldn't be more so. Except for the slightly rhyming lines, it completely disregarded tone patterns and parallelism. Even disregarding the extremely ambiguous content, it was bound to be despised, cursed, and condemned!
---- This is utterly inconsistent with Fourth Brother's literary talent, who can casually compose the most perfect poem in the world!
But Nangong Qinyi seemed to be immersed in the beautiful words of the previous poems. Her beautiful eyes were filled with a hazy, gentle moonlight, like mist and water, which met Pang Yu's gaze.
Pang Yu knew, of course, that women in this era all loved talent, and the elegant and refined Nangong Qinyi was no exception. Three poems, if not absolute masterpieces, were at least timeless classics, enough for her to savor for a while. That's why she deliberately chose this poem, "A Spray of Plum Blossoms," to tease Liu Yong. Otherwise, with his profound knowledge and literary talent, he could easily pick any famous poem from history and use it. Why bother with such a difficult task?
In Liu Yong's eyes, it was clear that Nangong Qinyi had been aroused by Pang Si's erotic poems. Her cheeks were flushed with affection, her eyebrows held a hint of spring, and she longed to return to his chambers with him, to lean on him, to kiss passionately, her eyes brimming with spring-like passion. They would reach the bedside, both already naked, and then…
Men, in front of the woman they love, are just as irrational.
Fourth Brother had already figured this out, predicting that Liu Yong's feelings at this moment must be worse than being stabbed!
Yes. Fourth Brother was going to do this to him. So what? To pursue Fourth Brother's "wife," the one everyone acknowledged, even the cunning Eighth Uncle had admitted to, was just asking for humiliation and suffering.
Liu Yong was indeed Liu Yong. If it were anyone else, like Zhao Zonghui, they would have collapsed, spitting blood, unable to rise again. But Liu Yong could still hold his pen, still write with ease.
"Master Nangong, Sanbian will now present you with another poem, 'The Jade Maiden Shakes Her Immortal Pendant.'" As he lowered his head, his eyes held an intense sense of loss, grief, and utter despair. A moment later, when he looked up again, his spirits had returned!
"Flying Jade Companions. We parted from the Pearl Palace, not yet returning to our celestial entourage. Casually dressing up, speaking casually, how many beauties could compare? To compare them to famous flowers, I fear others will laugh at me. How easy is that? Upon reflection, rare and beautiful flowers are merely deep reds and pale whites. How can they compare to this affectionate one, possessing a thousand charms in the mortal world? Believe me, in painted halls and embroidered chambers, under the bright moon and gentle breeze, how can one bear to lightly waste time? From ancient times to the present, beautiful women and talented men are rare to find such a perfect pair. Let us lean on each other, for I cannot bear to be alone. May you, with your gentle heart and virtuous nature, express my deepest feelings before my pillow, as a vow. In this life, I will never be alone." Upon seeing what he had written, Fourth Brother flew into a rage!
What did it mean? What did "from ancient times to the present, beautiful women and talented men" mean? "A rare beauty indeed." Qin Yi is indeed a beauty. So you're a talented man then? Keep bragging. Keep flattering!
What does "words spoken in bed revealing deeper meaning" mean? What do you want to say to my woman in your sleep? Deep meaning, indeed? Deep what? Stealing love from Fourth Brother?
What does "a vow to never be alone in this life" mean? Saying to my woman, "Ah, come with me, I won't let you sleep alone in the quilt for the rest of my life," is ridiculous! Seducing someone's wife like this!!!
Pang Yu swept his sleeves and coldly said, "Brother Liu, you indeed compose excellent lyrics, I admire you. But Qin Yi said that merely being able to write good couplets doesn't qualify you as talented. The talented man she desires must be able to compose poems, lyrics, and songs with ease. Today, I, Pang Yu, will compose a poem on the spot, hoping Liu Yong will not hesitate to offer his guidance!" He laid out Chengxintang paper on the table, described as having a surface as smooth as a membrane, as firm and clean as jade, fine, thin, and lustrous, and unparalleled in its time .
He picked up a fine Xuan brush (before the Yuan Dynasty, Xuan brushes were the most famous in the country; Su Dongpo and Liu Gongquan both preferred Xuan brushes. After the Yuan Dynasty, Xuan brushes were gradually replaced by Huzhou brushes, which established their status as the best writing brushes), dipped it in the rich, smooth, and lustrous ink of Li Tinggui from the She inkstone, and with divine inspiration, wrote the first eight large characters of the title.
----Mulan Ci: The fickle Liu Lang
then swiftly wrote, his brushstrokes subtle and restrained, yet vigorous and beautiful, the text flowing smoothly without a single correction.
If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting, why would the autumn wind bring sorrow to the painted fan? So
easily the heart of a loved one changes, yet they say it is the heart of the loved one that is fickle.
After speaking at Lishan until midnight, the night rain and the tinkling bells are no longer a source of resentment.
How could a fickle, richly dressed man compare to the vows of being like paired birds and intertwined branches made on that day?
This is an imitation of an ancient poem, modeled after the style of the ancient poem "Farewell Song," using Han and Tang dynasty allusions to express the sentiments of a woman's lament. The poem is poignant and melancholic, its emotions winding and lingering. Through the voice of a heartbroken woman, it accuses the man of his heartlessness, thus declaring her resolute break with him. The "Liu Lang" in the title is a general term, an ancient woman's euphemism for her lover, but it happens to coincide with Liu Yong's surname "Liu."
The title, chosen by the author, is clearly a reference to him! The opening line, "If life were only as beautiful as our first meeting," means that the relationship with one's beloved should always be like the first time they met—so sweet, so warm, so full of affection and joy.
The phrase “何事” alludes to the story of Ban Jieyu, a concubine of Emperor Cheng of Han, who was abandoned by Zhao Feiyan. Ban Jieyu, a concubine of Emperor Cheng of Han, was slandered and banished to the cold palace. She later wrote the poem “Lament Song,” using an autumn fan as a metaphor to express her resentment at being abandoned. Liu Xiaochuo of the Liang Dynasty in the Southern and Northern Dynasties further clarified in his poem “Ban Jieyu’s Lament” that “my body is like an autumn fan,” thus the image of an abandoned woman became a metaphor for being discarded. The fourth brother cleverly uses
this to emphasize the deeper meaning of the line: they should have been loving and affectionate, but instead, they are now separated and abandoned.
“Easily changing the heart of the beloved, yet saying that the heart of the beloved is easily changed.” This is an accusation against the unfaithful Liu Lang, who has easily changed his heart, yet says that lovers are prone to change.
The following two lines about Mount Li refer to the record in “The Unofficial Biography of Yang Guifei,” which states that Emperor Xuanzong of Tang and Yang Guifei swore an oath on the night of the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in the Hall of Longevity at Huaqing Palace on Mount Li, vowing to be husband and wife for all eternity. Bai Juyi's "Song of Everlasting Regret" vividly depicts this with the lines, "In heaven, we wish to be birds flying wing to wing; on earth, we wish to be trees with intertwined branches." Later, the An Lushan Rebellion broke out, and Chang'an fell. Emperor Xuanzong fled west, encountering a mutiny at Mawei Slope, where he was forced to order Yang Guifei's death. Before her death, Yang Guifei said, "I have truly failed the emperor's grace, but I have no regrets in death." During her westward escape, Yang Guifei was saddened by the sound of rain and bells. She then composed the song "Rainy Night Bells" to express her sorrow. The fourth brother here uses this allusion, meaning that even in the final, decisive parting, there is no resentment.
The final two lines, "How can it be?", still imitate a woman's lament, alluding to Li Shangyin's poem "Mawei": "How could four decades as emperor not compare to the Lu family's Mo Chou?" Unfaithful. In other words, the "heartless man in brocade robes" refers not just to someone dressed in white brocade, but to someone who is fickle and unfaithful. The implication is: how can you compare to Emperor Xuanzong of Tang? He and Yang Guifei shared vows of eternal love! Even in death,
their love remained deeply etched in their hearts! In short, the central message of Fourth Brother's poem, "The Ballad of Mulan: The Heartless Liu Lang," is that of a woman who has been played and discarded by the talented Liu Lang, accusing him of infidelity: Relationships with one's beloved should always be like the beginning of a relationship—sweet, warm, affectionate, and joyful. But we should have loved each other dearly. Why have we become separated and abandoned? Now you have so easily changed your heart, yet you claim that lovers are prone to fickleness. You once loved me dearly, like Emperor Xuanzong of Tang loved Yang Guifei. In the Hall of Eternal Life, you swore an oath of eternal love, but how can your current infidelity and fickleness compare to his? Emperor Xuanzong fulfilled his vow to Yang Guifei, like birds flying wing to wing and branches intertwined, ultimately parting ways resolutely, without Yang Guifei harboring any resentment. But you changed your heart so quickly; the vow of being like birds flying wing to wing and branches intertwined was ultimately just my wishful thinking…
Ouyang Xiu watched Pang Yu's rapid writing, his eyes wide with astonishment. He couldn't understand why the four Pang brothers insisted on arguing with Liu Yong, constantly undermining him with their poems and lyrics. It was a pity that these masterpieces, which should have been praised and celebrated for generations, were now…
Oh, could it be that people would say that the talented Liu Qi of Jiangnan and the powerful Pang Si of Bianliang were fighting over a woman—or that the talented Liu Qi was determined to pursue the art of writing lyrics (chasing the master Nangong). The fourth brother, a servant, kept undermining them from behind. Were these masterpieces the product of their bickering?
How disgraceful!
Ouyang Xiu was nearly spitting blood with anger.
Both were talented men, great talents! Shouldn't they be kindred spirits, sharing a deep appreciation for each other, and considering each other bosom friends? Why did they have to fight so relentlessly from the moment they met?
Could it really be… really… that Nangong Qinyi is his…
Yes, if someone were to pursue my woman like this, I would definitely do the same!
In an instant, Ouyang Xiu suddenly understood!
What a formidable brother, Pang Si! Facing the renowned scholar and womanizer Liu Sanbian, he showed no fear, facing him alone, so determined to protect his woman!
Fourth brother, a true man, a real hero!
Ouyang Xiu almost wanted to shout for him.
"Brother Pang's poem is beautiful and moving, poignant and vibrant. He observes things with a natural eye and expresses emotions with a natural tongue, reminiscent of Li Yu, the last ruler of the Southern Tang Dynasty..." At a time like this, perhaps only Liu Yong could remain calm—though he was probably seething with rage, he only revealed a barely perceptible eagerness in his eyes, his face maintaining the elegant and handsome smile he had worn upon entering.
"Since it's today, I'll also compose a poem, wishing to compete with Brother Pang!"
Ouyang Xiu sighed, thinking that this was far from over. A perfectly good music gathering had turned into two talented men battling it out in front of Master Nangong!
I came here to listen to music!
Liu Yong slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sharp. It seemed the powerful "opponent" had inspired his poetic inspiration, and he could easily produce a masterpiece.
Fourth Brother is ready too; I'll rack my brains and fight you, Liu Yong, to the bitter end!
The two stared at each other, neither willing to yield, sparks seemingly flying where their eyes met.
Suddenly , the sound of a zither
arose. The two gazes, which had been tightly intertwined, inseparable even by the pull of an ox or a horse, instantly parted. Both turned their heads to look at the source of the music. It was in the

northwest corner of the hall, the most prominent spot in the entire space. Nangong Qin Yi sat on a rare high-legged chair, her exquisitely slender waist perfectly upright, making her curvaceous and full figure even more striking. Sunlight streamed in, illuminating her alabaster-like skin and delicate cheeks, adding a touch of radiant beauty to her already incomparable appearance, creating an extremely captivating portrait of a beautiful woman seated there, ethereal and otherworldly, like a poem or a painting. Nangong Qinyi's expression was serene and calm, her beautiful face as still as water. She didn't even glance at Liu Yong and Pang Yu, who were arguing so fiercely over her that they were practically fighting to the death. She sat gracefully on the stool, a gentle smile playing on her lips. Suddenly, a wisp of mist descended from the sky! No, it was a white silk ribbon, like a cloud, that fell from the beam, flying as if guided to Nangong Qinyi's hands. With a slight lift of her hand, the mist dissipated, and a guqin, seemingly formed from white clouds and shimmering with seven-colored light, appeared before everyone's eyes. The wood was a warm, sandalwood color, with subtle paulownia patterns, which accentuated her bright clothes and complexion, making her even more graceful and charming. Nangong Qinyi held the guqin in both hands, her jade-like fingers, white as spring onions, warm and translucent in the sunlight, like beautiful jade. With a single, resounding "zheng"... the slightest noise in the hall vanished instantly, leaving only a lingering, ethereal sound, as if drifting from the heavens, echoing between heaven and earth. At times, it seemed inaudible from afar, yet at others, it was like a soft whisper in one's ear. Nangong Qinyi's slender hands plucked the strings, and the music, imbued with the most exquisite and ethereal beauty of the world, instantly whispered in everyone's ears. This was a celestial sound, unparalleled in the mortal realm. It was like a hundred birds singing in unison, or like spring returning to the earth. The clear, melodious notes of the zither, like the gentle murmur of birdsong, carried the fragrance of flowers and the sounds of nature across the mountains. Liu Yong was captivated, seemingly mesmerized. The beautiful, melodious sound, like clear water flowing from the zither, cleansed his heart and lungs, carrying away all his worries. No one could believe it—a pair of hands, a zither, delicate fingers plucking the strings. The music was so ethereal, vast, and heavenly, rich as wine, thick as honey, and deeply soothing… it was as if they were in a valley filled with exotic flowers and rare herbs. A gently flowing stream murmured from the forest, flowing into their hearts, making them feel as if they were floating on clouds, oblivious to the day or time, completely entranced. The music flowed softly, like a rushing river, like rain nourishing the earth, ceaselessly, captivating everyone present. Pang Yu was no exception; his gaze never left Nangong Qin Yi… well, mainly on her hands, watching how she played, with absolutely no ill intentions or thoughts.

Suddenly, Pang Yu's gaze sharpened as he noticed a hazy mist surrounding Nangong Qinyi, as if a thin twilight enveloped her. Through the mist, he could see her snow-white silk robe, adorned with tassels, making the silk skirt appear even lighter. Her figure was slender and graceful. Through the hazy mist, he could vaguely see the exquisite profile of her face, filled with an indescribable serenity and transcendence, as well as an unyielding solemnity. A faint, delicate fragrance permeated the air, seemingly overflowing with a Zen-like tranquility that was neither resentful nor arrogant, but rather profound and enlightening…
If this were a painting, she would surely be the fairy within it!
Gradually, Pang Yu felt as if he were entering a dream, seeing a bird fly in from afar, circling above Nangong Qinyi, singing a melodious song. Immediately afterward, two, three, and countless birds appeared from nowhere, all sorts of colorful birds, some circling in the air, others landing beside Nangong Qinyi, all dancing gracefully, some singing clear and passionate songs, others melodious and lingering. Several white cranes and peacocks also flew around, drawing in the distant clouds and mist, creating a scene of rising clouds and swirling mist around Nangong Qinyi, ethereal music, and a fairyland-like atmosphere.
"Ding—"
The lingering sound faded, the birds dispersed, the clouds and mist cleared, and Nangong Qinyi clasped her hands together. Her zither transformed into a white cloud, disappearing in an instant, leaving only a wisp of clear sound echoing in their ears, like a dream from the previous night, irretrievably lost.
"Young Master Liu, Young Master Pang, can Qinyi still hear this music?" As soon as the zither music ended, Nangong Qinyi's gentle and ethereal voice reached their ears. Liu Yong was stunned for a moment before recovering, exclaiming repeatedly, "How could I have known that this music should only exist in heaven? How many of us mortals are fortunate enough to hear such celestial music?"
Ouyang Xiu also stood up, as if waking from a dream, his face filled with excitement: "Master Nangong's qin skills are unparalleled in the world. Uncle Yong is truly fortunate to have heard it today." Despite
the praise from the two greatest talents in the world, Nangong Qin Yi merely nodded slightly, then turned her beautiful and refined face to Pang Yu: "What does Young Master Pang think? How was Qin Yi's performance of 'Guangling San'?"
"Not good." Pang Yu bluntly retorted.
"What!?" Every scholar in the room slammed their fists on the table and jumped up, followed by a barrage of insults.
Fourth Brother had long since ignored these barking dogs.
"Why do you say that Qin Yi played poorly?" Nangong Qin Yi looked calmly at Pang Yu, her long, phoenix-shaped eyes, perfectly complementing her arched eyebrows, gazing deeply into his eyes.
Pang Yu smiled without speaking.
Ouyang Xiu grew anxious and tugged at his clothes from behind: "Brother Pang, don't speak recklessly. Master Nangong's qin skills are superb; she rarely shows them to others. We are fortunate enough to hear her play today..."
"Fortune?" Pang Yu smiled, glancing sideways at Liu Yong.
"What do you think, Brother Liu?"
Liu Yong was stunned, then startled, turning around and bowing deeply to Nangong Qin Yi.
"I was in a moment of panic and lost my composure. Thank you, Master Nangong, for using your qin music to cleanse my mind." Liu Yong, as expected of Liu Yong, immediately understood after a slight prompting from Pang Yu. Just now, his verbal duel with Pang Yu appeared calm on the surface, but in reality, his anxiety and excitement surpassed any previous encounter, including his competition with Ouyang Xiu by Daming Lake. Moreover, this wasn't just a simple contest of poetry; it involved matters of the heart.
When such things are involved, no one can control their emotions. Even he, Liu Yong, especially if he tried to suppress his feelings, would only suffer more. Continuing to compete with Pang Yu like this, being repeatedly humiliated and repeatedly thwarted in his most prized poems, would either drive him to despair or cause him to vomit blood.
—Or, in Nangong Qinyi's view, it would be Pang Yu who vomits blood, or both sides would be severely injured, neither gaining the upper hand. Regardless of whose side she was on, once the music began, both Liu Yong and Pang Yu's emotions were instantly calmed, and they could no longer muster the will to fight.
After Pang Yu's reminder, Liu Yong immediately realized that Nangong Qinyi had saved him.
Writing lyrics is extremely mentally taxing. Even for someone like Liu Yong, composing three or five poems in one go against an opponent like Pang Yu would be mentally and physically exhausting. At best, he would fall seriously ill afterward; at worst, anything could happen.
It wasn't uncommon in the Song Dynasty for people to die from writing poems in such a competitive manner!
Liu Yong bowed deeply to the ground, thanking Nangong Qinyi for saving his life, and at the same time realizing that he had been too stubborn in pursuing her. He had been anxious because Pang Yu had blocked his path, and had rashly pursued him relentlessly.
If he had met someone of such literary talent under normal circumstances, Liu Yong would surely have felt a deep connection and considered him a close friend!
"Brother Pang, I acted rashly just now. Please forgive any offense I may have caused!" He turned and bowed to Pang Yu again, his attitude more sincere than ever before.
At this moment, Liu Yong felt deeply ashamed. Nangong Qinyi was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, possessing both stunning beauty and exceptional talent. For days, he had been consumed by longing for her, yearning to see her again, hoping only to be satisfied with a single glimpse. But upon seeing her, he couldn't resist taking advantage of her, just as he had done with courtesans in the past. He would improvise a poem or inscribe a piece of calligraphy, harboring the despicable thought of seducing her.
This would not only tarnish the noble character of the Nangong family but also dishonor his own poetry!
"Well said, well said, hahaha, Brother Liu, you are truly talented! Pang Si has broadened his horizons, I admire you greatly! If Brother Liu doesn't mind, we're definitely friends now," Pang Yu waved his hand "generously," displaying great enthusiasm. Who could have imagined that just moments before, the two had been locked in a fierce battle of wits and poetry?
While Pang Yu responded "enthusiastically," he was thinking to himself, "Damn, Liu Yong is too amazing! Four poems in an instant, almost without thinking! What is talent? This is Liu Yong!!!"
Heroes cherish heroes, and talented people respect each other—that roughly describes his current feeling.
Nangong Qinyi smiled gently, her gaze drifting towards Pang Yu, and slowly said, "Young Master Pang is indeed clever; your words hit the nail on the head."
Everyone was puzzled.
"Insufficient"? What is this servant saying is insufficient?!
Little did they know that the essence of music lies in the heart and mind.
Playing with a purpose will inevitably lead to mediocrity; only by playing freely and spontaneously can one achieve unparalleled beauty. This is roughly the same principle as the Buddhist concept of "attachment to appearances." If one merely clings to superficial appearances and one-sidedly pursues restrictive rules such as melody and rhythm, one will never be able to truly connect with people or play a truly good piece!
Just now, Nangong Qinyi played the music to save someone, deliberately interrupting the duel with her music. Her intention was not "pure" to begin with, so how could she expect a flawless performance?
Under such circumstances, even if the performance was excellent, it would still have flaws in the eyes of a master like her. It's like Ouyang Xiu's matching couplet, "A gentle breeze bathes the Phoenix Pavilion, everywhere is always pure and upright." Others might consider this a correct answer, but in the eyes of the renowned Ouyang Xiu, not a single word or note could be off, not a single oversight, to be considered a perfect response.
Similarly, Nangong Qinyi's qin skills are unparalleled; how could such a flawed piece satisfy her?
Nangong Qinyi's performance was understood so profoundly, and only Pang Yu possessed such "enlightenment." Even Liu Yong and Ouyang Xiu only gradually realized it after hearing his words.
Even a flawed piece of music was so beautiful; Nangong Qinyi truly lived up to her reputation!
Nangong Qinyi's beautiful eyes brightened, making her even more alluring. Her dark, jewel-like pupils darted rapidly from side to side within their sockets, finally settling on Pang Yu: "Qinyi is a person of her word. Young Master Pang's 'Butterfly Loves Flowers' blends emotion with scenery, exquisitely beautiful. Qinyi is truly impressed. According to our previous agreement..."
In an instant, the hearts of everyone who had just relaxed jumped into their throats again!
She paused deliberately, a sly glint flashing in her eyes.
"The bed you wanted to sleep in... was long ago moved to the backyard to be chopped up for firewood. Since Young Master Pang likes to sleep in it, then take it. Consider it a gift from Qin Yi."

In Chapter 136 of the main text, after trampling through the

so-called Yaoqin Music Gathering of the talented scholars of the capital, Nangong Qin Yi only played one piece before gracefully leaving, but everyone felt their trip was worthwhile.
Except for Pang Yu.
So when Nangong Qin Yi gracefully rose and swayed up the stairs, he chased after her without hesitation, ignoring the envious gazes of everyone present, and brazenly grabbed Nangong Qin Yi's small hand.
"Young Master Pang, please stop." Xiang Lan wanted to stop him, but it was clear that Fourth Brother wasn't the kind of handsome man who could charm women with his eyes like Liu Yong (Fourth Brother's eyes were specifically designed to kill men!). Fourth Brother pursued speed, and in a flash, he shook him off, chasing straight up the stairs. His attitude could be described in one sentence:
---- He wouldn't give up until he caught her.
"Uh, Fourth Brother came to express his gratitude, how can we just let him go?
Repaying kindness is his principle!"
Just as he was about to catch up, someone suddenly grabbed him from behind.
It was Ouyang Xiu.
"Brother Pang, you mustn't be so forward with the lady." Ouyang Xiu looked at him, shaking his head seriously, his face showing genuine anxiety and tension.
Sigh. This guy still doesn't understand his style and strength. He's afraid that if he touches Nangong Qinyi's hand and offends everyone, he'll incur public wrath. That's why he rushed over to stop him.
Pang Yu sighed. He helplessly stopped.
What else could he do? They meant well. Should he take it all for granted and continue chasing? No way. Fourth Brother is all about loyalty. He can't let his concerned friends feel disappointed!
But Fourth Brother also knew that this guy wasn't just afraid he'd incur public wrath and cause trouble. He also had his own selfish motives. Otherwise, why would Nangong Qinyi have said that what she promised him was a bed, not a person? Why is that kid smirking!
All men, not one of them isn't a lecher!
After his words and actions, Nangong Qinyi had already gone upstairs. Pang Yu decided to come back another day. He'd learn from Ren Huang, scaling the back wall and climbing through the window, sneaking up to the fifth floor to Nangong Qinyi's boudoir to express his gratitude. That way, if he couldn't repay her kindness materially, it would be easier to repay her with his body.
Pang Yu walked down the few steps when he suddenly noticed that all the "talented scholars" in the room had stood up in unison, their eyes blazing with fury, glaring at him as if he were the enemy who had killed their fathers.
"What's wrong?" Pang Yu asked sharply.
"This man is incredibly audacious! A mere servant dares to publicly disrespect the Nangong family! He deserves to die!" Zhao Zonghui shouted, pointing at him from afar. Although his lips and collar were stained with the blood he had just vomited, he had completely recovered his initial state of mind. It seemed that Nangong Qinyi's music was indeed exquisite, purifying Liu Yong's chaotic thoughts and incidentally saving him from being driven to the brink of vomiting blood by Pang Yu.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, trying to scare me?" Pang Yu laughed. He laughed brilliantly—calculating how many people he had offended since arriving in this world was a troublesome matter, and Fourth Brother didn't have the time for that. Fourth Brother only knew that Zhao Yunbi, with his power, influence, and assassins, couldn't even touch a hair on his head, let alone... let
alone this large group of defenseless scholars.
Fourth Brother walked back to his seat with a grin, completely ignoring them.
But these people were truly audacious, daring to retaliate against him in the Green Jade Pavilion, right under Nangong Qinyi's nose.
Hoho, there are idiots every day, but especially many today. They dare to challenge Fourth Brother alone, not one or two, but dozens together!
"This isn't a threat. I'm going to teach you a lesson, a bloody one." Wu Haosheng, from a military family, seemed truly competitive. He leaped off the mat, carrying a...
no, a bag, a bag of gold nuggets!
Wu Haosheng was holding a small bag of gold nuggets tied in a large knot in the middle, with the nuggets all at the front, while his hand gripped the back. In short, it looked a bit like... a flying hammer. Holy
crap, is this how talented men fight?
Pang Yu suppressed the urge to burst out laughing.
He was very puzzled, extremely puzzled. Did these people not know about his feats of single-handedly storming into Zhao Shiqing's den, treating over a hundred guards of the Prince's mansion as nothing? And how he single-handedly charged out of Kaifeng Prefecture, taking down Zhao Yunbi and Zhao Shiqing's five hundred men (Fourth Brother, that's an exaggeration).
Otherwise, how could they dare to use force in front of him?
Pang Yu shrugged and smiled. He glanced at Liu Yong and Ouyang Xiu beside him. Liu Yong looked sincere, seemingly eager to befriend him after apologizing. Ouyang Xiu knew his "abilities," but still winked at him, signaling him not to escalate things. It wasn't necessary. Making a scene with a bunch of scholars at Nangong Qinyi's place, even if he beat them, wouldn't be honorable—look at what they were carrying! Wu Haosheng was at least somewhat proper; his weapon was big enough to punch a hole in someone's head. The others were about to confiscate… good heavens, some were even using fans and teacups! Did Fourth Brother have to intervene? Seriously, it was like an adult playing house with children—utterly humiliating!
Pang Yu sighed, preparing to leave. He was going home to be with Xiuxiang; who would bother with these stupid, idiotic scholars?
Zhao Zonghui, unable to contain his anger any longer, felt utterly humiliated. He slammed his fist on the table and roared furiously, "You, surnamed Pang, don't be so arrogant! Today, I, the Prince of Jiangxia, will teach you a lesson, you lowly servant who looks down on everyone, and show you the sin of defiling the Nangong family!" As he raged, his sycophantic lackeys rolled up their sleeves and charged forward, eager to fight him. They knew that even a hundred years of training wouldn't be enough to defeat Pang Si in a one-on-one fight, so they were determined to incite all the scholars in the Green Jade Pavilion to engage this extremely arrogant servant in a human wave battle.
One-on-one? Fine!
You, Pang Si, will take on our whole group!
Pang Yu glanced sideways at the self-righteous Zhao Zonghui, and walked towards him with a cold smile.
Wu Haosheng, confident in his martial prowess, strode forward, blocking his path, his right hand holding a golden mace, ready to smash it down on Pang Yu's head.
Pang Yu didn't speak, just coldly glanced at him out of the corner of his eye.
What a sharp gaze! It was as if a lightning bolt suddenly shot from his eyes, instantly piercing Wu Haosheng's supposedly strong psychological defenses. That gaze was so powerful that it was impossible to resist. Just being looked at by him felt like everything about you was being seen through!
"Get lost!" Pang Yu only uttered one word.
Wu Haosheng trembled, his golden robe falling to the ground with a "thud." He, who had been leading the charge, now didn't dare move, almost wetting his pants.
Pang Yu kicked him. He flew two zhang away, his waist hitting the golden robe that had fallen to the ground first, the pain causing tears to stream down his face, his screams like a pig being slaughtered!
Pang Yu walked up to Zhao Zonghui, looking at his slightly pale face: "Oh, what's wrong? Not satisfied with your loss? Want to go tough with Fourth Brother?"
"So what if I go tough with you!?" Before Zhao Zonghui could speak, Scholar Ding jumped out and said fiercely.
*Slap!*
Pang Yu slapped him across the face, sending blood and five teeth flying.
This was intolerable! Seeing this, the scholars were immediately filled with a sense of shared hatred. More than twenty of them stepped forward in unison, almost as if they were going to their deaths. Zhao Zonghui struggled to suppress the urge to curse, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth, trying to remain calm: "Hey, Pang, listen up! These are the most talented people in the entire capital. If you dare touch us, you're going against the entire academic community of Beijing. Even if you have Grand Tutor Pang protecting you, you won't survive!"
"Trying to scare me?" Pang Yu laughed, nonchalantly. He thought to himself, of all the talented people in the world, only the last two are worthy of my attention. As for this so-called academic community, humph, even if all the scholars in the world were against me, Fourth Brother wouldn't be afraid!
"You either sit down, or you'll suffer the same fate as him." Pang Yu glanced at the two unfortunate souls sprawled on the ground, whimpering and convulsing in pain. His narrowed eyes held a smile, but his words were filled with malice, leaving no room for negotiation.
A scholar can be killed but not humiliated.
Zhao Zonghui not only didn't back down, but stepped forward, coldly glaring at him.
"You dare! You dare touch me, I…"
Pang Yu's lips curled into a bloodthirsty sneer. Suddenly, he grabbed Zhao Zonghui's hair. A sharp tug, then a slam! Bang!!! Zhao Zonghui's head slammed heavily against the table. The table shook.
Two times. The table still shook. Three times. "Crack—" A fine eight-immortal table was smashed open. Pang Yu didn't stop, four more times, five more times, six more… a rhythmic and dull thud. Zhao Zonghui's face, still bearing traces of blood from the earlier blows, was now covered in blood after being slapped several times, his once handsome face now stained a disgusting crimson. The scene terrified the scholars and gentlemen present, turning them deathly pale. They were utterly shocked. Having lived in the capital, they had seen their share of fierce young men, but none so utterly ruthless, especially a mere servant… They couldn't even imagine such a thing. Zhao Zonghui, a prince, a member of the Song Dynasty's imperial family, had been so humiliated on the spot! Even the Marquis of Anle had never been so arrogant and audacious! Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi were dumbfounded, almost bursting into tears. The twenty-odd young scholars and gentlemen exchanged bewildered glances, recalling how the Prince of Anding had also been castrated by this man, and felt a surge of unbearable despair. Two already! Damn it, two already! The two princes were utterly humiliated by this lowly servant, unable to even defend themselves, let alone fight back! If they dared to provoke this servant, who was even more arrogant than the Marquis of Anle, it would be tantamount to courting death! Although Zhao Zonghui couldn't compare to Zhao Yunbi's power and influence, he was still one of the top figures in the princes' faction, yet now he had fallen to such a pitiful state! Pang Yu casually tossed Zhao Zonghui aside, sending him rolling to the center of the aisle. The scholars, who thought the matter was over, witnessed another shocking scene. Pang Yu walked over and stomped on the groin of the half-conscious Zhao Zonghui, ignoring the scream that echoed throughout the hall. He coldly surveyed the gasping crowd around him, a cruel and sinister smile playing on his lips. "Anyone else want to try? Stay still." A chorus of voices scrambling to grab chairs and sit down followed. Cheng Hao and Cheng Yi stood rooted to the spot. Pang Yu laughed, thinking he had two more "brave souls" to offer to the Imperial Eunuchs, but before he could grab them, the two collapsed like falling logs, their minds blank, unconscious. A madman, a madman, an absolute madman! Everyone thought so, staring in awe at Pang Yu's...footsteps. No one dared to raise their heads to meet his sharp gaze. Pang Yu coldly turned away, shrugged at the equally stunned Ouyang Xiu, meaning "Don't blame me, they started it," and then walked out without looking back. In the corner of the hall, "Jiefu" and "Zigu" followed Pang Yu's departing figure, still staring intently even after he was gone. So handsome, so spirited, the spirit of a hero! A real man, a true gentleman, should be like this: acting freely, without restraint, unafraid of authority, doing his own thing, letting others talk! At this moment, Pang Yu's image in their hearts shone brightly! Ignoring the human tragedy in the hall, Nangong Qinyi gracefully ascended to the fifth floor. She dismissed the maids and entered the large bathhouse where Pang Yu had seen her naked that day. There was someone in the bathhouse—a man! A handsome and elegant man, whose every gesture exuded the classical charm inherited from a noble family. "Unbelievable, unbelievable! A mere servant of the Grand Tutor's mansion can actually rival Liu Sanbian." The man leaned leisurely against the wall, his gentle eyes only slightly lifting when he saw her enter. He was roughly the same age as Zhao Yunbi, but his brows lacked some of the domineering arrogance, instead possessing a confident and composed air. Nangong Qinyi stopped, her slender fingers brushing aside a strand of hair, revealing her captivating face, her gaze towards the man brimming with tenderness. "What? Afraid you can't compete with them?" The man laughed, a languid, intoxicating smile. "Why bother competing? What's mine will always be mine, and no one can take it away." Nangong Qinyi smiled, raising an eyebrow and her eyes darting mischievously. "If it's not yours, forcing it won't help, right?" The man shrugged, his smile growing even more suggestive. Suddenly, he sighed, "You finally agreed to use the bed I gave you. It's been sitting across the hall for over a year, hasn't it?" "Mind your own business!" Nangong Qinyi blushed for the first time, giving him a charmingly glaring look, her allure captivating. "Fine, fine, I don't care. But finally, after bathing, I can sleep in my own bed. This feeling..." Before she could finish, Nangong Qinyi grabbed a piece of pig pancreas (used to make soap in ancient times) from the edge of the bathtub and threw it at him. "Do you want to die? Saying things like that in broad daylight, what if the maids hear?" She stamped her foot and pouted, her expression like that of a girl deeply in love, completely different from her aloof and arrogant demeanor in the main hall. "What are you afraid of? Xianglan and the others know about our relationship." The man stepped aside, his deep black eyes fixed on hers, his smile elegant yet captivating. Nangong Qinyi stopped her annoyed actions, momentarily mesmerized. Chapter 137 The Restless Little Lolita "Fourth Brother Pang! Fourth Brother Pang!" Fourth Brother swaggered out of Green Jade Pavilion, and just as he reached a secluded spot, Ren Huang hurriedly chased after him. "Brother Ren!" Pang Yu turned around, stretching out a hand, palm raised to block him. "You'd better keep your distance from me, or the consequences will be dire." "Huh!?" Ren Huang froze on the spot.

"Oh, Brother Ren." Pang Yu pulled him into a side alley. "You saw it with your own eyes that day. I castrated Zhao Yunbi, and a few days later, poisoned food was sent to the prison. They were determined to kill me. Today, I've crippled Zhao Zonghui. The Prince's faction will definitely not let this go. Brother Ren, you're getting so close to me. If someone sees you, you might become a target too..."
Pang Yu said this to test him, to see if he had the guts to follow him. But every time he said half a sentence, Ren Huang took a half step back. Before he could finish speaking, the guy was almost out of the alley.
"Ah, Brother Pang... no, little brother... ah no, Pang Si, I'm looking for you... no, I'm looking for you for nothing... um... ah..."
Fourth Brother was very disappointed. How could he be so cowardly, just like Chuixue?
---- He cowers at the slightest intimidation. How could Fourth Brother trust him to be his follower?
"Don't worry, you're a member of the Princess's household. As long as you don't get too close to me, no one will target you." Pang Yu guessed that this girl was probably a favored servant in the Princess's household. Otherwise, given Zhao Yunbi's personality, he would rather kill a thousand innocent people than let one guilty person go free. He had already killed Pang Dayou, so why was he still alive?
Since Ren Huang was alright, it meant that the Princess was protecting him. This time, he was just watching the show from the sidelines and didn't get involved, so naturally, the Princess wouldn't pursue the matter.
"Um... Brother Pang Si. You've caused such a big mess..." Ren Huang moved closer. It seemed that she was still a little worried about him. "Should I tell the Princess to invite him to the palace to speak with the Emperor..."
"No need—" Pang Yu waved his hand. "The Emperor is busy with many affairs of state. Why bother him? I, your fourth brother, can handle this little matter." Actually, he was thinking: You think you can get this to your brother-in-law, the Emperor? Impossible. You're just bragging. Anyway, I don't care. So what if I step on another prince? What's the big deal?
The Grand Tutor's Mansion and the Prince's faction were sworn enemies!
"Last time you caused a major disaster, at least you
had a reason. It was the Prince of Anding who forcibly took a woman first. This time..." "What reason? Fourth Brother is right! If you're not convinced, call them over. Who's afraid of who---Brother Ren, you don't need to worry." Fourth Brother tossed his hair, exuding arrogance. He laughed loudly and walked forward, leaving Ren Huang standing there, watching his nonchalant yet tall and upright back. He kept shaking his head and smiling bitterly. Yu suddenly felt a chill on his neck!
This scene had happened many times before. Fourth Brother didn't need to turn around to know. It was a cold, gleaming longsword pressed against his neck. Damn
, it can't be that bad, karma comes so quickly. It hasn't even been the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, and they've already sent assassins to take revenge!?
Fourth Brother felt a tiny bit of panic in his heart.
"Brother, let's talk this over. I'll give you the banknotes right now. Tell me, how much do you want? Fifty strings, a hundred strings, or even a hundred and fifty strings? I'll give you whatever you want!" Pang Yu shouted loudly. He reached into his pocket and pulled out, not banknotes, but lime powder and a fish-gut sword.
"Damn it! You dare to rob and kill me in broad daylight? Just wait until Fourth Brother gets away and I'll stab you to death!"
In just three seconds, Fourth Brother was ready.
On the fourth second, just as he was about to counterattack, a "rough" voice sounded from behind.
"Hmph, who's your brother!"
Fourth Brother laughed upon hearing this.
"Since ancient times, who has not died? Let my loyal heart shine in history. Others' deaths are lighter than a feather. My death is heavier than Mount Tai. It's worth it." He straightened his chest, giving off the feeling of a martyr who resolutely sacrificed himself for the cause of his country.
"But if I die, your sister Xiuxiang will be sad,"
"You're lying—you liar! You big liar! You lied to your sister Xiuxiang."
Her voice finally changed, returning to Ding Yuehua's original youthful and childish tone. However, even if she didn't change back, Fourth Brother could tell that the "Hmph, who's your brother?" was just her deliberately trying to sound like a man, because the ending couldn't hide the girlish sweetness and softness.
"Oh dear, what are you doing, holding a sword to your brother-in-law's neck? Aren't you afraid your sister Xiuxiang will be angry?" Pang Yu turned his head, grinning as he tried to deflect the sword.
"Liar, you're a big liar, I'm going to kill you!" Ding Yuehua bared her two small, pearly tiger teeth, and roared at him fiercely. The sword was waving back and forth beside his neck. If she moved even slightly, the wise and mighty Fourth Brother would be going to the underworld to have tea and chat with the King of Hell.
"Hey, hey, hey, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive!" Pang Yu desperately backed away.
"Tell me quickly, where did you trick Sister Xiuxiang into going?!"
"Tricked her into going to my house... Bah, I didn't trick her at all! I took Xiuxiang to the Grand Tutor's residence to protect her."
"You're lying!"
"I'm not lying."
"You're lying! Lying! Lying! Lying!"
So women are unreasonable creatures, even when they're still in their loli form. When they get angry, you can only let them have their way; no amount of explanation will help.
"Okay, okay, I'm lying, I'm lying. What will it take for you to put the sword down?"
"No, I won't—" the little loli yelled at him, her little hands gripping the sword hilt tightly, refusing to let go.
"If you don't let her go, your Xiuxiang sister will really be a widow for life, and... you'll never see her again!"
"Waaah... waaah..." Pang Yu's casual threat startled the little girl, who began to sob, her eyes red and brimming with tears. "You, you take me to see Xiuxiang sister, take me to see her... Waaah, Yuehua misses Xiuxiang sister, take me to see her... waaah... waaah..." At the gate of the mansion.
"Is it... hard to find here?"
"Not hard."
"Then why didn't you come by yourself?"
"I came... they wouldn't let me in, Yuehua couldn't fight them..." Ding Yuehua pouted, but quickly puffed out her chest again. "Hmph, hmph, if it weren't for Brother Zhan's business, he couldn't come with me... hmph, I wouldn't need you to take me... Yuehua could have fought her way in by herself!"
Fourth Brother was speechless. He grabbed Ding Yuehua's little hand and led her straight to Chunmanyuan, making all the servants and guards stare in disbelief.
"Wow, wow, wow, wow—no wonder it's Fourth Brother! He just lured a beautiful girl away a few days ago, and now he's brought back another one! Brilliant, truly brilliant!"
Under Wushuang's gaze filled with admiration, respect, and envy, the two arrived smoothly at the entrance of Chunmanyuan Garden. Before they even entered, they could hear a man's voice inside.
"Come on, little girl, over here, over here, come quickly."
"Coming—"
The second voice was clearly Xiuxiang's, and the first one… the one who dared to call her "little girl" was definitely not Chuixue or Wanrendi!
Pang Yu rushed in, and from a distance, he saw Xiuxiang squatting by the flower bushes, watering the orchids with a small ladle. Behind her sat an old man with a white beard, pointing and ordering him around.
Pang Yu was furious.
Damn it, Fourth Brother doesn't take his word for it, does he? He's already come into Chunmanyuan Garden, and now he dares to order my woman around!
He turned and charged in, ready to give the old man a good kick.
From afar, the old man sensed him and turned to look at him.
The fourth brother nearly collapsed in fright when he saw his face.
The white-bearded old man was none other than his own father.
Grand Tutor Pang!!!

Chapter 138: The Heartless Father Who Corrupted His Son

"Oh, Xiao Si, you're back! Come, come, I've been waiting for you for so long! Come here, come quickly!" Grand Tutor Pang turned around, looking at the dazed Pang Yu, and waved him over with a smile.
Pang Yu continued to stare blankly
. "What, don't you recognize me? I'm your Uncle Chun." Grand Tutor Pang laughed heartily, stroking his white beard. "Uncle Chun, remember? I'm the one who brought you into the household. You little brat, you've become successful and forgotten your benefactor, haven't you?"
Uncle Chun... Uncle Chun!?
Pang Yu was completely dumbfounded.
He wasn't mistaken, this was his father! That face, that cunning and treacherous face, the kind that makes you shudder even in your dreams, who else could it be but Grand Tutor Pang!
But, didn't Third Aunt say that Father wouldn't be back for three days? It's only the second day, how come...
And what he's wearing... he's not wearing the attire of a dignified Grand Tutor, he looks like a gardener!
"Brother Pang—" Di Xiuxiang saw Pang Yu, her pretty face beaming with joy. She ran over and grabbed his hand. "You're back! Uncle Chun is teaching me how to plant flowers."
Plant all sorts of flowers! ?
"Yes, the old man is the gardener in the manor. That's all he's good at." Looking at Di Xiuxiang's close interaction with her son, Grand Tutor Pang stroked his beard and laughed, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes. Even with Pang Yu's vast experience with people, he couldn't tell whether his heartless father was happy, gratified, or... angry and annoyed!
"Sister Xiuxiang. Yuehua's here to see you." Ding Yuehua skipped over and nestled beside Di Xiuxiang. Now there
were two outsiders present. Di Xiuxiang couldn't be so affectionate with Brother Pang anymore. Her face flushed, she pulled her small hand away from his large, fiery one. Then she was entangled by this little girl, Di Xiuxiang. She didn't have time to talk to him anymore.
"Uncle Chun." Looking at his ruthless father's scrutinizing gaze, Pang Yu felt a little uneasy. He called out timidly.
"Hmm. Remembered the old man?" Grand Tutor Pang glanced at him, his smile incredibly gentle. At least ninety-nine out of a hundred people would think this was a kind and gentle old man.
Fake. Absolutely fake. Don't be fooled! Pang Yu pinched his arm, silently reminding himself. He remembered the cunning uncle smiling like this before, then threatening him with "entering the palace." That was the just and upright Eighth Prince from the storytelling novels! So, with the legendary Grand Tutor Pang, black-hearted to the bone, even thinking of harming people in his sleep… Pang Yu knew without a doubt that behind his father's "kind" smile lay a sinister and ruthless nature capable of devouring a person completely.
“Mmm, mmm, mmm. Uncle Chun, how could I forget? Without you, Uncle Chun, I wouldn’t be where I am today.” Pang Yu smiled, mimicking him. But his smile was a little stiff.
At this moment, Di Xiuxiang and Ding Yuehua were already chatting intimately, occasionally whispering to each other about their daughters’ private matters. They certainly couldn’t hear what was being said here.
Grand Tutor Pang’s smile vanished in an instant: “Come in, I have something to say to you.”
“Father.”
In the study, Pang Yu lowered his head.
“Oh dear. I wouldn’t dare, I’m just an old gardener, how could I dare to be the father of Master Ding, Fourth Brother?” Grand Tutor Pang still smiled, his eyes crinkling, looking at him with a cheerful smile, making Fourth Brother’s heart pound.
“No, no, no, you are my father, you are my father, even if mountains crumble and the heavens and earth unite. You are still my father, Father----”
Pang Yu looked at him with the pitiful eyes of a kitten that had lost its father early and had no one to care for it, tears streaming down his face, ready to throw himself into his father’s arms at any moment, wailing and pouring out his thoughts about his father.
"I don't have a son like you!" Grand Tutor Pang slammed his hand on the table.
He was furious; the world's most heartless, ruthless, cunning, and vicious father had lost his temper.
However, his son was the most opportunistic son in history.
"Father, I was wrong." Pang Yu immediately admitted his mistake.
"What did you do wrong?"
"I didn't listen to you. I treated your words like water off a duck's back?"
"From childhood to adulthood, when have you ever listened to me? When have you ever not treated my words like water off a duck's back?"
"I shouldn't have disguised myself as a servant and sneaked away; if word got out, the Grand Tutor's mansion would be utterly disgraced."
"From childhood to adulthood, you've never known what shame is." "I shouldn't have gone out and caused trouble, getting into so much trouble."
"From childhood to adulthood, there hasn't been a single day without trouble."
"I shouldn't have brought a woman home, but..."
"If you could go three days without bringing a woman into the mansion, I'd be laughing in my sleep!"
"Father—I really like Xiu Xiang, not like before. Just playing around!" Pang Yu "admitted his mistake" for a long time. Grand Tutor Pang maintained his ever-smiling expression, retorting to everything his son said. This only made Pang Yu more and more panicked—he wasn't worried about himself; he was the only son in the Pang family, and if he died, there would be no one to carry on the family line. So even if he caused a huge uproar, his heartless father would cover for him. He was worried about Xiu Xiang, a weak girl! She was powerless, and if what Third Sister said was true, his father, for the sake of the Grand Tutor's mansion's reputation, might, in a fit of anger, kill her…
Pang Yu dared not think further.
"Is that so? You really like her?" Grand Tutor Pang glanced at his son, his smile somewhat strange.
"Yes, I really like her."
"How many do you like?"
"Huh!?"
"Let me count for you, ah." Grand Tutor Pang continued to smile at his son, his smile incredibly eerie, "Hua Xiangrong of Pianxian Pavilion, first; Zou Xiyun of Qixiu Workshop, second; then the eldest daughter of the Ding family manor in Songjiang Prefecture, Ding Yuehua, the sworn sister of the Southern Hero Zhan Zhao; and then, this little girl surnamed Di…" Father! "Pang Yu suddenly shouted, staring at his heartless father as if he were a ghost.
"You...you know everything!?"
Grand Tutor Pang snorted, his aged eyes flashing with a shrewdness far beyond his years: "This mountain monk cannot count the years, but a falling leaf tells of autumn's arrival. Your father isn't particularly capable, but at least few things that happen in the capital can escape his notice. For example, when the Imperial Guards came to Pianxian Pavilion looking for someone, they weren't arresting you, so why did you run away? You almost crawled through a dog hole; for example, when you came out of the Imperial Incense Burner, you encountered two groups of assassins on the way. The first group was defeated by your words and money...oh right, and you have the nerve to accept Ah Cai's bribes with such gusto. In less than half a month, you've already made over a thousand coins, not even counting what you spent in Kaifeng Prefecture." "
Father. You sent someone to follow me!?" Pang Yu's eyes widened more than ever before, a chill running down his spine. "Damn it, what is this if not stalking? It's worse than stalking! They even know how many banknotes they've taken! And...and...wasn't that the time they were disciplining that little girl in the woodshed, and with Xiu Xiang...?
" "How is it stalking? Your father is afraid someone will hurt you. Your father can't bear to part with his precious son. But don't worry, when you do certain things, like in the garden woodshed, or sneaking into Miss Di's room at night pretending to deliver medicine...hehe, your father's men won't look too closely." Grand Tutor Pang stroked his beard, his smile sly and cunning.
"Then, Father, you know everything! Do you know who the Fairy Sister is? Where does she live? Who else is in her family?" Pang Yu rushed over, grabbing his father's hand and shaking it frantically, his face full of pleading.
Judging from the current situation, rather than saying his father had made thorough preparations before leaving, anticipating every possible turn of events, it was more accurate to say that everything was under his ruthless father's control. His life-or-death struggles with Zhao Yunbi and the Prince's faction, which he nearly lost himself in, might have seemed incredibly dangerous to him, but in his ruthless father's eyes, it was nothing more than child's play, utterly devoid of skill!
Compared to his powerful and ruthless father, he was indeed far too inexperienced!
Pang Yu didn't even bother to explain or anything. What else did he think? His father knew everything—his flirting with Di Xiuxiang in the woodshed, how much money he'd taken from the estate—what could possibly escape his heartless father's notice?!
He was so disappointed in his son!
Hearing his son's impatient question about the "Fairy Sister," Grand Tutor Pang felt like crying.
He'd been quite pleased with the reports from his men that his son had become clever and cunning, daring to fight the Prince's faction even disguised as a lowly servant, and achieving considerable success—what? You're saying he disobeyed his orders, sneaked out of the manor, and brought a woman home? Had sex? Grand Tutor Pang wasn't angry?
Of course! Just like he'd said in his conversation with Pang Yu, his precious son had never listened to a word from his father since childhood. This time, he hadn't expected his son to stay cooped up in the manor for long. And so, everything had been arranged beforehand, every single thing his son did outside. He knew everything about Yingchang, even from afar.
Grand Tutor Pang was initially pleased, thinking his son had truly grown up and become smarter. In the past two weeks, he had accomplished several things surpassing his own youthful abilities. With his father's guidance and training, becoming a high-ranking official before thirty wouldn't be a problem! But as soon as the matter was discussed, his son immediately asked about women, nearly making Grand Tutor Pang faint with anger. "
Fine, fine, old habits die hard. If he wasn't lustful, he wouldn't be my son!
" "I don't know," Grand Tutor Pang replied coldly, his face dark.
"Then Father… Father, you've met Xiuxiang, she's a good girl, isn't she? Gentle, lovely, considerate, and kind. There's no better daughter-in-law than her. I've inherited your good taste; I won't choose the wrong wife." Seeing that Meng's efforts were futile, Pang Yu immediately changed tactics, subtly flattering his father.
"Hmm, not bad." Grand Tutor Pang nodded for the first time, his expression suggesting he had already tested her and was satisfied with the result. "Seeing the old gardener working hard tending the flowers, she brought him tea; when the old gardener had nothing to wipe his sweat, she gave him her own handkerchief; when the old gardener complained of back pain, she massaged it for him, but..."
"But what?"
"It's not enough to just be gentle, cute, kind, and considerate to be a Pang family daughter-in-law."
"There must be... exceptions, right?" "Yes."
"Ah!?" Pang Yu jumped up. He had only asked casually, not holding out much hope, but his heartless father had actually replied with "yes!"
"Dad, do you mean we can discuss it?" He was very excited, grabbing his father's hand and shaking it again.
Grand Tutor Pang remained seated, letting his son shake him as if his over-sixty-year-old body wasn't afraid of falling apart. He slowly asked, "You and Nangong Qinyi have a good relationship, don't you?"
"Uh, quite a good one." Pang Yu puffed out his chest, thinking: Damn it, what happened in the Green Jade Pavilion, Dad couldn't possibly know, otherwise my Qinyi would have been seen naked by everyone!
Grand Tutor Pang narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him with a very strange look: "Have you slept with her?"
"What!?"
"Have you slept with her?"
Fourth Brother jumped again, his eyes almost popping out: "Father, I'm a decent man, don't ask such misunderstandings!"
"Then no." Grand Tutor Pang couldn't hide his disappointment and sighed, "Fine, I'll agree to your request now. Whenever you sleep with her, I'll arrange for you to marry Xiuxiang!"
Pang Yu was dumbfounded, never dreaming that his heartless father could utter such words!
"This... is there any connection between these two things?"
"Yes." The ruthless old man revealed a playful smile. His conversation with Pang Yu didn't sound like that of a father and son, but rather more like the drunken chatter of a group of spoiled young men.
"You sleep with Nangong Qinyi, then make a big fuss about it, and she'll have no choice but to marry you. Then you can bring a few maids with you, including Xiuxiang. That way, it'll be perfectly legitimate." The ruthless old man patted his shoulder, his smile becoming even more amused. "If you take a maid as a concubine, no one will care about her background or origin."
Pang Yu knew it wasn't that simple, because the ruthless old man's tone was far too unusual—who had ever seen a father so eagerly encouraging his son to "sleep" with a girl?
“Father, actually marrying Xiuxiang isn’t that complicated.” Pang Yu, being cunning, didn’t voice his thoughts directly, but instead subtly probed his ruthless father. “You have friends all over the world, cronies… no, disciples all over the court. Just grab any one of them and claim Xiuxiang is your long-lost daughter from many years ago, and everything will be settled, right?”
Grand Tutor Pang’s hand, which had been patting him, stopped moving, then suddenly pressed down hard, almost making him fall over.
“Well done, kid, you’ve gotten smarter. You figured out what your father was planning?”
“No, no, no.” Pang Yu rubbed his sore shoulders, shaking his head desperately. “Father, you’re so cunning… no, Father, you’re so scheming… no, Father, you’re so wise and resourceful, how could your son possibly guess what profound plans you have?”
"If you can't guess, then I'll tell you!" Grand Tutor Pang stood up, a cold smile playing on his lips. "Your father wields immense power, and even Lü Yijian wouldn't dare disobey him if he spoke. But that scoundrel Eighth Prince! Relying on being the head of the imperial clan, he opposes your father at every turn, showing him no respect and undermining him!!! He thinks he's so great just because he has the golden whip bestowed by the late emperor, that your father can't touch him? Yes! Your father can't touch him, he's helpless against him! But!!!"
Looking at his father, who was nearly driven mad with rage, Pang Yu felt his initial suspicions confirmed. A chill ran down his spine; he felt he was about to become a victim of political infighting…

Chapter 139: Zou Xiyun's Initiative

"You, use whatever means necessary to get your hands on that Nangong Qinyi. Drug her, force her, whatever—use all the tricks you've learned to play with women! Once you've slept with her, I'll immediately go to the Eighth Prince's mansion to propose marriage in a grand manner. Hahaha, I really want to see what kind of expression that scoundrel Eighth Prince will have when he finds out his precious daughter is having an affair with his mortal enemy's son. Hahahaha—I missed out on the good thing at last year's courtesan
competition, but this time…do a good job, son. It would be best
if she got pregnant. Let's see if that scoundrel Eighth Prince will recognize my grandson
, haha ...
While sighing, Pang Yu cautiously asked, "Father, Xiuxiang and Qing'er are living in the manor now, don't you object anymore?"
"Object to what?" His heartless father glared at him. "The young lady is quite caring; the old gardener still needs her to massage his back every day."
"Then, can my status as a servant... still be..."
"Nonsense!" Grand Tutor Pang flicked his forehead.
"You'll remain a servant. If you can't get your hands on that scoundrel's daughter, don't even think about becoming the eldest young master of the Pang family!"
Fourth Brother was once again speechless at his father's semi-coercive and threatening conditions.
Damn it, to marry Xiuxiang as soon as possible, I have no choice but to reluctantly seduce Nangong Qinyi.
If you think that Grand Tutor Pang's return to the capital a day early, disguised as a gardener, was just to do this with his son,
you're sorely mistaken! The next day, a storm brewed in the Chui Gong Hall. A bloody and cruel factional struggle began.
Ding Wei, a veteran official of three reigns—Taizong, Zhenzong, and Renzong—and the Duke of Jin, concurrently serving as Chancellor, conspired with Chen Guan, the Palace Attendant Censor, Nan Banghua, the Grand Counselor, Yin Zhu, the Right Censor, and the eunuch Lei Yungong to impeach Grand Tutor Pang for corruption, abuse of power, forming cliques, and harming the country and its people. They accused him of ninety-two major crimes and requested an
imperial decree to strip him of his official rank and titles. Of course, this was only one scene in the palace. Before submitting his memorial, Ding Wei had already colluded with Luo Siping, the Commander of the Divine Guard, Luan Cheng, the Chief of the Left and Right Defense Offices,
and Linghu Xian, the Light Cavalry Commander, to ambush Grand Tutor Pang upon his return to the capital. If the memorial wasn't approved, they would simply execute him! Ding Wei, a historically notorious traitor who had even brought down Kou Zhun, was a master manipulator in the Song Dynasty. His plan was meticulously crafted. The arrangement was undeniably secretive. If Grand Tutor Pang returned today, he would be arrested without a chance of escape!
Unfortunately, Grand Tutor Pang, intimately familiar with the capital, had already received word. He returned a day early disguised as a gardener. Ding Wei's pre-arranged men were completely outmaneuvered. After Ding Wei finished his memorial in the Chui Gong Hall, Grand Tutor Pang, having already coordinated with the emperor's son-in-law, emerged directly from the back hall. Then, naturally, the situation instantly reversed. Ding Wei was demoted to the position of Registrar of Yazhou (present-day Hainan Province). His four sons and a host of cronies were all demoted and dismissed from their posts!
It wasn't that Grand Tutor Pang wasn't ruthless enough to spare his opponent's life after winning a factional struggle; it was because the founding emperor of the Song Dynasty, Zhao Kuangyin, established three major family laws for the Song Dynasty, one of which stipulated: no killing of civil officials.
Therefore, being a civil official in the Song Dynasty was a comfortable job; losing a political struggle meant you wouldn't die.
Grand Tutor Pang's move, demoting the veteran official Ding Wei of three reigns to Hainan to grow coconuts, demonstrates his extraordinary skill.
Furthermore… Of Ding Wei's henchmen, two died suddenly on the way, three were brutally murdered by bandits, and the only one who arrived at his place of exile went mad for some unknown reason.
Who did it? No one could find out; the court officials just exchanged knowing glances and understood.
But that's a story for later, so let's leave it at that.
Fourth Brother wouldn't hear about things at court until later. While Grand Tutor Pang was ruthlessly suppressing his political enemies in the Chuigong Hall, he was accompanying Di Xiuxiang to Qixiufang.
The purpose of going to Qixiufang was to thank Zou Xiyun in person. Little Di Qing said that the fairy sister had saved him these past few days; including taking him to the execution ground to watch the trial, they had only met three times. The rest of the time, he had been "detained" in Qixiufang, his daily needs taken care of by that "beautiful, veiled older sister."
Di Xiuxiang was very obedient and sensible. After learning this, she insisted on going to Qixiufang to thank her in person. So early the next morning, Pang Yu, Di Xiuxiang, and Xiao Diqing went out with gifts.
Fourth Brother was a man of great ambition. He had a lot of things to do and didn't need to go, but as a good man, accompanying his wife was essential.
Besides, regarding the Fairy Sister, he asked Xiao Diqing, but Xiao Diqing wouldn't say, saying he had promised the Fairy Sister. He asked Xiuxiang, but Xiuxiang wouldn't say either, saying she had promised her brother. There was no other way but to ask Zou Xiyun himself. This was the same as going to the Green Jade Pavilion to see Nangong Qinyi—both were to repay a debt of gratitude!
The allure of the Flower Queen Contest was indeed boundless.
Qixiufang, a dance hall that had been hailed as a newly emerging elegant place in Bianliang City in less than half a month since its opening, was now putting on a show almost every day to promote Zou Xiyun's participation in the Flower Queen Contest. The rarely seen "Nine Heavens Flying Fairy" performance by nine dancers was a highlight, and Qixiufang was packed with guests.
Fourth Brother is an upright man, especially since he accompanied Xiuxiang. He absolutely had to fulfill his duty as a protector, clearing the way for her and protecting her from the side, never glancing to the side – a perfect example of a gentleman's conduct.
According to Fourth Brother, today's arrival was a bit ill-timed. The bustling crowd outside clearly shows how much Zou Xiyun values the competition for "Flower Queen." Even if Fourth Brother and she had shared a ride and their relationship was quite special, he couldn't stay too long. After all, the competition was in two days, and she needed to practice her dance. He wanted to take this opportunity to inquire about the Fairy Sister—well, to repay her kindness—but that seemed unlikely.
Sure enough, in the reception room on the third floor of Qixiufang, Zou Xiyun, still wearing a black veil and a light purple silk dress, accepted Di Xiuxiang's gift. She exchanged a few polite words and chatted about everyday matters. Then, Zou Xiyun gracefully rose, a fresh and sweet fragrance of herbs wafting out with each step.
Pang Yu thought she was about to see her off and sighed inwardly.
"Ah, women," he thought, "how all the women in brothels are so eloquent and quick-witted! She didn't give me a chance to interject while talking to Di Xiuxiang, leaving me no chance to even speak."
Zou Xiyun walked to his side, gave him a light, graceful curtsy, and said in a clear, melodious voice, "It's a rare treat for Young Master Pang to visit. I have a few words I'd like to discuss with you privately, alone. Would you be so kind as to grant me that request?"
She emphasized the word "privately."

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