Dream of the Ancient Harem 1719

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Text [017] Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman (Seven)
Half-drunk, Wang Xiaohu staggered to Madam Wang, kicked open the door, and went inside.
"Mother, are you asleep?"
Wang Xiaohu, his eyes still blurry with drunkenness, came to Madam Wang's window and said with a silly smile.
"Fang'er, quickly go to the kitchen and get a bowl of hangover soup."
Madam Wang, dressed in a red undergarment with her pink shoulders exposed, called out to Fang'er, who was rushing over from next door.
"Mother, I'm not drunk, uh!"
Wang Xiaohu hiccuped, grabbed Madam Wang's soft hand, and rubbed it while grinning mischievously. "Mother, they want to get me drunk? Not so easy. Uh, Mother, are you and Uncle hiding something from me? I think that Li Gang doesn't respect my older cousin at all. If it weren't for the old teacher stopping me, I would have smashed the bowls and overturned the table long ago. Uh!"
"Shut up."
Seeing Wang Xiaohu's incoherent ramblings, Madam Wang's eyes flashed with a sharp light as she sternly rebuked him.
"Mother, your breasts are much bigger and softer than Ling'er's. They feel so good to touch."
Sometime during the night, Wang Xiaohu's thieving hand had already quietly climbed onto Madam Wang's high, firm breasts, and he felt like he was floating on air.
"Slap!"
With a crisp sound, Madam Wang, realizing what was happening, slapped Wang Xiaohu hard across the face.
"You, you dare hit me!"
Fueled by the alcohol, Wang Xiaohu roared and pounced on Madam Wang, pinning her beneath him.
"Ah—"
Madam Wang cried out in surprise, but before she could finish speaking, Wang Xiaohu had already sealed her lips with his. Stunned, Madam Wang's body stiffened instantly, her body contorted into a straight line. In a daze, Wang Xiaohu kissed her until he passed out.
Before losing consciousness, Wang Xiaohu's arms held Madam Wang tightly in his embrace, like iron clamps.
When he woke up the next morning, Wang Xiaohu found himself in his own room.
Frustrated, he touched his chest, a venomous glint in his eyes. Remembering how Li Gang had slapped him away at the bar the day before, Wang Xiaohu's anger flared.
Actually, the incident wasn't Wang Xiaohu's fault at all. Yesterday's drinking party was ostensibly to celebrate Wang Xiaohu's victory in the poetry contest. That Li Gang was incredibly arrogant, constantly mocking Wang Xiaohu. Who was Wang Xiaohu? He wasn't from ancient times. Wang Xiaohu couldn't help but retort, "The courage of a mere brute is nothing to boast about!"
Li Gang then flew into a rage, slapping Wang Xiaohu away. If Wang Xiaohu hadn't possessed considerable internal strength, that blow would have caused him internal injuries. Naturally, yesterday's drinking party ended on a sour note.
Who was Wang Xiaohu? The veritable "princeling" of Heping County! If it were the Wang Xiaohu from before his time travel, Li Gang might not even know how he died in Heping County.
The waters of Heping County run deep!
Touching the golden key on his chest, Wang Xiaohu resolved to learn some real skills!
Upon returning to the secret chamber, Wang Xiaohu picked up the "Overlord's Manual" on the table and began to carefully peruse it. He was surprised to find that the final chapter of the manual contained a dual cultivation technique, which nearly made him ecstatic.
Determined, Wang Xiaohu memorized the "Overlord's Manual" perfectly and began to cultivate with focused concentration.
This cultivation lasted a full month, during which Wang Xiaohu's soul and body completely merged, and the trace of lightning power within him was also activated.
Poor Wang Xiaohu only activated his lightning power more than a month after arriving in this world, while the "Wang Xiaohu" who thrived in the modern officialdom activated his lightning power on his third day in the modern world. (Alright, enough chit-chat. There's a sister version of "Rebirth in the Officialdom" which will start updating on January 1, 2010. I'll be updating "Rebirth in the Officialdom" at least 300,000 words this month!)
Looking at the faint electric light in his hand, Wang Xiaohu's confidence surged.
Just as Wang Xiaohu emerged from the secret room, he was met with a haggard-looking Madam Wang.
"Mother, you—"
Before Wang Xiaohu could finish speaking, Madam Wang slapped him hard across the face.
"Xiaohu, you scared your mother to death, boo-hoo—"
After hitting Wang Xiaohu, Madam Wang hugged him tightly and burst into tears. At
Madam Wang's cry, Fang'er, who had been waiting outside, rushed in, followed by everyone from the entire Wang mansion. Even the Third Madam, Su Roumei, was beaming with joy, her beautiful eyes filled with tears.
Madam Wang chased everyone away, leaving only the icy-faced Chen Yingying behind.
"Xiao Hu, what have you been doing in the secret chamber for the past month?"
Wiping away her tears, Madam Wang calmed down and looked at Wang Xiao Hu with a serious expression, asking the question.
"A month?"
Wang Xiao Hu was startled and exclaimed, "I've been cultivating in the secret chamber for a month! How is that possible?"
"What?!"
Madam Wang and Chen Yingying exclaimed simultaneously as soon as Wang Xiao Hu spoke.
"Xiao Hu, you...you've cultivated the 'Overlord Technique'! "
Chen Yingying, her face deathly pale, asked Wang Xiao Hu in a trembling voice.
"Yes."
Wang Xiao Hu nodded, "In this past month, I've mastered the first three levels of the 'Overlord Technique.' I should be considered a martial arts master now, right?"
Upon hearing this, Chen Yingying's eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
"Second Mother! Second Mother, what's wrong?"
Wang Xiao Hu cried out urgently, quickly catching Chen Yingying in his arms, while Madam Wang collapsed to the ground, utterly distraught.
"Why, why are you cultivating the 'Overlord Technique'? Why?"
Madam Wang asked Wang Xiaohu in a trembling voice, her face pale.
"Mother, what's wrong with you? Could cultivating the 'Overlord Technique' lead to demonic possession?"
Seeing the reactions of Chen Yingying and Madam Wang, Wang Xiaohu thought the 'Overlord Technique' was some kind of demonic art, and he was truly frightened.
"Little—Chen Ying greets Young Master."
Chen Yingying, oh no, Chen Ying, knelt down on one knee before Wang Xiaohu with a blank expression.
"Second, Second Mother, what's wrong with you? It's me, Xiaohu."
Seeing Chen Ying break free from his embrace and kneel before him, Wang Xiaohu said hurriedly, feeling a little dizzy.
"So be it, so be it, this is fate."
Madam Wang pointed at Wang Xiaohu, opened her mouth as if to speak, but hesitated. After a long while, Madam Wang said with a bitter face, "Xiaohu, come to my room tonight."
After saying that, Wang Xiaohu turned and left without looking back, his eyes full of disappointment and tears.
"Young Master, please come up the mountain with Chen Ying."
Chen Ying seemed to have figured something out and said to Wang Xiaohu expressionlessly.
Main text [018] Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman (8)
"Second Madam, call me Xiaohu."
Wang Xiaohu, who was good at reading people, realized that a shocking event about his future was about to happen. Wang Xiaohu picked Chen Ying up from the ground and said through gritted teeth, "I will always be Second Madam's Xiaohu, Second Madam, dear Second Madam."
"Young—"
Upon hearing this, Chen Ying's heart skipped a beat, and her face instantly flushed red. As soon as Chen Ying opened her mouth, Wang Xiaohu quickly kissed her cherry-like lips.
"Call me Xiaohu,"
Wang Xiaohu whispered in Chen Ying's ear, his breath hot against her skin.
"Young Master—Xiaohu, please come with your second mistress to the Jade Maiden Temple on the mountain, okay?"
Chen Ying seemed unable to bear Wang Xiaohu's ambiguous actions, her face slightly red as she whispered.
"Okay, okay, Second Mistress, let me take a bath and eat something first. I haven't had a hot meal in a month, my stomach is about to burst,"
Wang Xiaohu said, hugging Chen Ying and pleading.
"Mm,"
Chen Ying nodded, gently pushing Wang Xiaohu away, and turned to leave. If Wang Xiaohu's guess was correct, Chen Ying should have gone to the mountain to report the news.
After Chen Ying left, Wang Xiaohu quickly took a bath, changed into clean clothes, left a note in the room, and rode off on Chen Ying's black daffodil.
"Mother, Second Mother, I don't want to know about those things right now. Don't worry about me, I'm going to find my eldest cousin!"
Madam Wang and Chen Ying looked at each other after reading Wang Xiaohu's letter.
They inquired in Heping County and learned that their eldest cousin, Zhang Xiaoyi, had already gone to Hezhou.
To escape trouble, Wang Xiaohu went to Hezhou overnight.
As for why Wang Xiaohu chose to run away, it was because he had read many melodramatic transmigration novels online in his previous life. If Wang Xiaohu didn't run away, the next thing he would do was inherit his cheap father Wang Hu's "family business" and continue his rebellion to become emperor! Wang Hu left Wang Xiaohu a lot of things; with the right opportunity, Wang Xiaohu might actually have a chance to successfully rebel and become emperor.
However, Wang Xiaohu saw further ahead than his father. For example, attacking the Western continent overseas would be easier than rebelling against the Song Dynasty.
Wang Xiaohu didn't know that his trip to Hezhou was like stirring up a hornet's nest.
"Young Master Wang!"
Suddenly, a surprised voice entered Wang Xiaohu's ears.
"Brother, do I know you?"
Wang Xiaohu asked, looking at the pale-faced man with a puzzled expression.
"I've met Young Master Wang before with Ma Ru and Ma Wenyuan from Kai County,"
Ma Ru replied calmly. "We met Young Master Wang briefly at the poetry competition a month ago."
"Oh, so it's Brother Ma,"
Wang Xiaohu said, getting off the black daffodil tree and returning the greeting with a cupped-fist salute. "Don't call me Young Master Wang, just call me Qian, or Brother Wang."
"In that case, Wenyuan won't stand on ceremony,"
Ma Ru said with a carefree smile.
"That's as it should be,"
Wang Xiaohu nodded.
"Brother Wang, you seem to be in a hurry. Where are you going?"
Ma Ru asked with a faint smile.
"To Hezhou to find my cousin,"
Wang Xiaohu said generously.
"Could it be the Imperial Envoy?"
Ma Ru asked, surprised.
"Of course,"
Wang Xiaohu said proudly.
"It's almost noon. If Brother Wang doesn't mind, Wen Yuan would like to treat you to a welcome dinner at Hongxiang Restaurant."
Having received confirmation, Ma Ru immediately had a plan in mind and spoke to Wang Xiaohu almost obsequiously.
"Alright,"
Wang Xiaohu nodded, "If Brother Ma hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have known I was a little hungry."
"In that case, Brother Wang, please come this way,"
Ma Ru said with a beaming smile.
Upon arriving at a private room on the third floor of Hongxiang Restaurant, after several rounds of drinks and dishes, Ma Ru said
, "Brother Wang, is this your first time in Kai County?"
He poured Wang Xiaohu a full glass of wine.
"Yes, my first time,"
Wang Xiaohu replied, tilting his head back and drinking it all in one gulp.
"I see."
Ma Ru's eyes lit up. "Brother Wang might not know that the Zhao family troupe from Jingzhou is currently performing in Kai County these days, doing street performances. They have knife-jumping, fire-swallowing, and monkey shows—it's very entertaining. You should go early to secure a good spot, or you might miss it. It's a real pity that you're in such a hurry and can't see it."
"Really?"
Wang Xiaohu exclaimed with delight. "In that case, I'll rest here for a couple of days before continuing my journey."
Wang Xiaohu hadn't been in this world for long and had never seen ancient street performances or similar events. Hearing that there was something new to see, he immediately forgot all about his cousin, Zhang Xiaoyi.
After the meal, Wang Xiaohu, led by Ma Ru, arrived at the Zhao Family Grand Hall. The thirty-acre grounds were cordoned off with black cloth curtains; ordinary people had to pay several copper coins to enter. At the western end of the hall was a high platform reserved for government officials, dignitaries, and wealthy merchants. When Wang Xiaohu followed Ma Ru into the hall, the commoners' section was already packed. Led by Ma Ru, Wang Xiaohu ascended the platform and sat in the seventh seat on the left.
Nearby sat several elegantly dressed local gentry. Upon seeing him, and after Ma Ru's introduction that Wang Xiaohu was the cousin of the Imperial Inspector, they all nodded in greeting, which Wang Xiaohu returned repeatedly.
After exchanging pleasantries, Wang Xiaohu sat down. Looking around, his gaze was immediately drawn to the people seated on the right. Due to the separation of men and women, the wives of officials and ladies of high society were all seated on the right. Dressed in elegant clothes and adorned with powdered white and green makeup, each one was dressed to the nines, their beauty dazzling. Wang Xiaohu had never seen so many beautifully dressed young women and wives of ancient times in his life.
Among the young women and ladies seated on the right were many young girls in the throes of first love. Seeing such a handsome, elegant, and refined young man, they all cast admiring glances at him, some with tender affection, others with fiery stares, as if they wanted to devour him whole. Those with tender affection were mostly unmarried girls, while those with fiery stares looked like favored concubines of wealthy merchants.
Several women who recognized Wang Xiaohu whispered among themselves, saying, "This is none other than Wang Youqian, the talented young master from Heping County! Who would have thought he'd come to our Hekai County? I wonder which family's daughter is so lucky to have such a handsome young man!
It seems that after Wang Xiaohu comes out to watch this performance, half the young ladies of Hekai County will be lovesick, hehe."
Not long after Wang Xiaohu sat down, suddenly the drums and gongs roared. While the young ladies and concubines were still peering intently, the show began, and Wang Xiaohu's attention was immediately drawn to the activity. First, a burly man wielded a fork, moving with impressive skill and grace. Next, a scholar performed a sword dance, as if... The falling flowers and flowing water were quite a sight. Next came a circus performance featuring monkeys and dogs, with humans and animals teasing each other. Wang Xiaohu had never seen such an entertaining show before, so he watched with great joy, clapping frequently. Just as the performance was taking place, a troupe leader with a pockmarked face came up to the stage with a script in his hand. He approached Wang Xiaohu, smiled, and bowed, saying that he wanted to ask Wang Xiaohu to choose a show. Wang Xiaohu was confused, so he turned to Ma Ru, who was sitting next to him, and asked, "Brother Ma, why are you showing me this script?"
Ma Ru smiled and said, "This troupe leader is showing this script to Brother Wang, inviting him to choose a variety show he likes. You can choose any one and have them perform it. If they perform skillfully, Brother Wang can reward them with more silver."
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohu noticed a fleeting smile on Ma Ru's lips and immediately knew that this was Ma Ru's trick. Wang Xiaohu bowed to Ma Ru, then stared at the items on the folding slip and selected "fireball." With someone selecting a special skill, the performance bonus was secured, so the team leader respectfully thanked him and withdrew.
The female guests on the right were clearly connoisseurs, eagerly requesting numerous performances. Some requested drills involving piercing hoops, others the art of archery, and still others the high-wire act. Each performance delighted Wang Xiaohu, who repeatedly muttered, "Seeing is believing." Suddenly, drums and gongs resounded, shaking the entire audience. Everyone held their breath, watching the performance intently. A black plaque hung high above, its white lettering reading, "Young Master Wang requests 'Fireball,' performed by Zhao Yuxian."
The crowd immediately erupted in discussion. Some praised Wang Xiaohu's keen eye and exceptional appreciation for theatrical performances. Others remarked
that although Zhao Yuxian had visited Hezhou three times, they had only heard of her but never witnessed her skills. Still others mentioned that during her previous performance in the capital, a high-ranking official had commissioned Zhao Yuxian to perform "Sword Fighting," causing a sensation throughout the city.
Amidst the murmurs, a beautiful young woman appeared, draped in a black silk cloak trimmed with white, her hair adorned with a black silk headband, her bound feet barely four inches wide, wearing small leather boots with golden hooks, her feet firmly planted in golden stirrups, her right hand holding the reins, her left hand carrying a slingshot, as she rode a snow-white steed slowly out.
[019] Talented Scholar and Beautiful Woman (Nine)
At this moment, thunderous cheers erupted throughout the audience. Although it was impossible to see her face clearly due to the distance of nearly a hundred feet from the West Terrace, her elegant figure and graceful bearing, resembling a stunningly beautiful celestial being, captivated Wang Xiaohu.
As the beautiful woman and her steed drew closer, Wang Xiaohu scrutinized her closely and discovered that the woman was truly stunningly beautiful, with delicate eyebrows and a rosy complexion. She was the epitome of a heroine described as "a face as beautiful as a lotus blossom, not adorned with pearls but with a precious sword," seemingly a perfect depiction of Zhao Yuxian. Wang Xiaohu was immediately awestruck, thinking that even a celestial maiden descended from the heavens could not compare.
The horse slowly circled the arena along the side path, clearly intending to let everyone see the unparalleled beauty of the woman on horseback. Then, the beauty slowly removed her cloak, casually tossing it to her assistant. She then held her bow to her arm, swiftly pulled on the reins with one hand, and her steed, as if understanding her intention, pricked up its ears and let out a long neigh. It first reared up, then shot off like an arrow, leaving a trail of white kerchiefs fluttering and red silk ribbons billowing. The rider and horse were as one, their riding skills superb, their figures graceful.
At this moment, a young boy appeared carrying a wooden tray, standing straight in front of the west stage. The tray covered a porcelain bowl, and at the bottom of the bowl was a bullet the size of an egg. Then, a martial arts master stepped forward and loudly announced: "One bullet is placed at the bottom of the bowl, and the other is in Yu Xian's hand. The horse will first gallop to the east side of the training ground. When it is in a straight line with the boy, Yu Xian will draw her bow and release the bullet. When the two bullets collide, there will be a great burst of flames. The aim must be perfect, and the porcelain bowl holding the bullet must not be damaged. This is the most difficult move, not an ordinary performance, presented to the distinguished guests on the stage!"
After the introduction, the martial arts master bowed and withdrew. The beautiful woman rode her horse around the training ground three times, and then reached the far east side of the training ground. She reached into her pouch and took out a pyrotechnic bullet, the same size as the bullet at the bottom of the bowl on the west side of the training ground. Suddenly, she twisted her slender waist, and as the bowstring twanged, a golden light came from the west. With a bang, smoke and gunpowder flew everywhere, and both bullets were destroyed in the blazing flames.
Instantly, cheers erupted, applause resounded, and everyone shouted their approval; the clamor was like a violent storm. At this moment, the boy placed another pyrotechnic bomb at the bottom of the bowl, and the beauty rode her horse around three more times before firing another bomb. She fired three bombs in total, all of which accurately hit their targets. The audience was completely mesmerized and in awe.
Wang Xiaohu was overjoyed at this amazing skill and said to Ma Ru, "Brother Ma, this is truly spectacular! I always thought that descriptions of martial arts skills in books were exaggerated, but I never imagined that they were real. This celestial woman is truly extraordinary! It's such a pity that someone with such beauty is living such a life of hardship!" Before
Ma Ru could reply, the beautiful woman, draped in a cloak, arrived with the troupe leader. Her graceful figure, swaying like a willow in the wind, led the way to the front of the stage. She gave a deep bow, and when she saw Zhao Yuxian coming to greet her, Wang Xiaohu quickly rose and returned the greeting. Then he stared blankly at the beauty before him. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, her eyes were bright and sparkling, and she looked directly at Wang Xiaohu. Her cherry lips were slightly parted, as if she wanted to say something, but she hesitated. Wang Xiaohu's eyes, like a magnet, were drawn to Zhao Yuxian's beautiful face.
Previously, seeing her riding a fine horse, her graceful figure was already breathtaking. Now, seeing her up close, he realized her delicate features; even without makeup, her skin was naturally beautiful. He had thought that among the many beauties in the tutor's quarters, all of them paled in comparison to Zhao Yuxian.
Ma Ru saw Wang Xiaohu standing there dumbfounded and assumed he was bewildered by his lack of worldly wisdom. So, he leaned close to Wang Xiaohu's ear and whispered, "She's here to collect her reward. Brother Wang, you may give her whatever you wish."
As he spoke, Ma Ru secretly slipped a few silver notes into Wang Xiaohu's hand from under his clothes.
"Only one hundred taels."
Wang Xiaohu glanced at the silver notes Ma Ru had given him and curled his lip in disdain. He pulled out a thick stack of silver notes from his pocket and stuffed them into Zhao Yuxian's arms without even looking at them, while secretly squeezing her small hand twice.
Zhao Yuxian immediately blushed with embarrassment, while the head tutor behind her, seeing the thick stack of silver notes, was overjoyed. This half-hour performance was a huge financial investment for Wang Xiaohu, and if he could also win her favor, even spending ten thousand more would be worthwhile.
That night, in his guest room at the Ma residence, Wang Xiaohu lay on his pillow, his mind filled with reverie, recalling the many interesting events of the day. First, images of several young women in red and green scarves appeared on the right side of the platform. Then, that charming and graceful beauty appeared. With a flick of her sword, all the previous images vanished, leaving only her clear voice and captivating smile. He tossed and turned in bed, unable to fall asleep. Wang Xiaohu got up, trimmed the candle, and sat at the table, still unable to shake off the beautiful woman's alluring figure. Unfortunately, he was not skilled in painting and could not capture her beauty on paper.
Wang Xiaohu could only write to remember her.
Then, in a hazy vision, Wang Xiaohu saw a graceful figure appear in the room. It was a person with a black veil covering their face, only their eyes, as cold as stars, visible. The figure approached the table and saw the name "Zhao Yuxian" written on a sheet of paper, the ink still wet. The figure trembled slightly, hesitated for a moment, then, as if making a decision, turned to Wang Xiaohu, who was half-reclining on the bed. Wang
Xiaohu then felt his hands and feet being bound like a piglet. His entire body was then stuffed into a sack, carried away from his room. He tried to open his eyes, but his eyelids felt heavy. He wanted to call for help, but his mouth was stiff, as if something was stuck in his throat, preventing him from speaking. He only felt the wind rushing past his ears, as if he were riding the clouds and traveling at great speed.
Experience in the ways of the world, experience in the ways of the world! When traveling, Wang Xiaohu still lacked experience in the ways of the world; one must always be wary of others.
When Wang Xiaohu regained consciousness, he found himself in a dark room. The room was small, containing only a bed, a table, and a few wooden stools; nothing else. There were no curtains on the bed, only a pillow and a quilt. A dim lamp on the table flickered like a phosphorescent fire, and the walls were mottled and peeling, making the scene feel utterly desolate to this man of wealthy birth.
A man in black sat silently on the edge of the bed, facing outwards, a sharp blade hanging at his waist, its cold gleam terrifying. As clever as Wang Xiaohu was, he knew he had been kidnapped by bandits. A wave of panic and fear washed over him. He dared not utter a sound, cowering under the covers, staring at the man in black's back, trembling all over, even the bed creaking from the vibrations.
The man in black turned and looked at him. Wang Xiaohu realized that the man in black was none other than Zhao Yuxian, the beauty he had been dreaming of and secretly longing for. Wang Xiaohu's fear turned to astonishment. He wanted to sit up and ask her what had happened, but Zhao Yuxian placed her hand on his shoulder and gently waved her wrist, signaling him not to move.
Looking at Zhao Yuxian's cold and beautiful face, Wang Xiaohu stammered, "What is your purpose in abducting me, young lady? Can you tell me?"
Zhao Yuxian coldly replied, "To kill you!"
"Drink! If I wanted to kill him, would I need to say anything? If I wanted to kill him, I would have already cut his head off." Actually, that wasn't wrong. This girl was indeed ordered to the Ma residence to take Wang Xiaohu's head. However, seeing Wang Xiaohu's handsome and dashing appearance during the day, and feeling an inexplicable connection between their eyes, she secretly harbored some fantasies.
Hehe! When she broke into the Ma residence and kidnapped people, she saw a piece of paper on the table left by Wang Xiaohu, filled with her name. This made her heart flutter like a jumbled spice jar in a kitchen—a mixture of sour, sweet, bitter, spicy, and salty emotions! However, after a struggle between duty and emotion, she still brought Wang Xiaohu's people back to the sect.
Hehehe! And also, those kidnapped before were all tied up like piglets waiting to be slaughtered, left outside to starve. They never received such good treatment, sleeping peacefully in a room, even covered with blankets.
Hehehehe! Not yet, not yet! Wang Xiaohu was so nervous that he didn't realize his face was still covered in fragrant saliva… It wasn't that Zhao Yuxian disliked Wang Xiaohu's behavior and spat on his face; rather, after Zhao Yuxian abducted him and placed him on the bed, seeing his peaceful and handsome sleeping face, she couldn't help but kiss him on the face for a long time.
Upon hearing the beauty's chilling tone that she wanted to kill him, and seeing the gleaming blade hanging at her waist, Wang Xiaohu was terrified. He secretly channeled a wisp of lightning power into his hand and feigned misery, saying, "After much thought, I have no past grievances or recent feuds with you, young lady. Today, you suddenly kidnapped me and intend to kill me. If I die, I won't even know why I died. It's truly heartbreaking."
Wang Xiaohu originally wanted to use his sorrow to evoke Zhao Yuxian's sympathy so she would tell him the whole story. However, Zhao Yuxian remained silent, her starry eyes fixed on Wang Xiaohu, seemingly lost in thought.
Wang Xiaohu stared blankly at the beautiful Zhao Yuxian's lovely face so close to his eyes, and hurriedly said, "If you want to kill me, young lady, even if I die at your hands, I can die in peace, without regrets!"
Heh heh, women in ancient times are still easy to fool. Although Wang Xiaohu's words were half true and half false, Zhao Yuxian was completely swayed. And this kind of talk was most effective in touching hearts in ancient times when necessary.
Zhao Yuxian was quite surprised by his strange words. She had kidnapped several wealthy young men in the past, and they always begged for their lives at the last minute. She had never seen anyone like Wang Xiaohu, so she pressed him to tell her why he said such things.
Upon hearing this, Wang Xiaohu thought to himself, "This is promising!"
Then, his face suddenly flushed, and he pretended not to look directly at Zhao Yuxian, shyly whispering, "I fell in love with you at first sight, young lady. Your beautiful face and graceful figure are deeply imprinted in my heart. Every feature of yours is lovely, every part of you makes me lose my mind. My love for you comes from the bottom of my heart. Now that you wish to kill me, your sword is something you always carry with you. Using it to kill me is like me indirectly getting to know your beauty. This is a worthy death, and what regret could I have?"
Wang Xiaohu's confession immediately had a tremendous effect.
After hearing Wang Xiaohu's words, the frost on Zhao Yuxian's face melted away, and she smiled radiantly like a spring flower blooming. Suddenly, she reached out her jade-like hand and tightly grasped Wang Xiaohu's wrist, nestling into his arms, her face slightly flushed, shyly lowering her head, pressing close to Wang Xiaohu's chest. Clearly, Wang Xiaohu's words had unlocked the beauty's heart, truly touching her soul. The love between江湖儿女 (people of the martial arts
world) was expressed directly, unlike the coy hesitation of ordinary women; she naturally pressed herself against him. When she suddenly leaped into his arms, Wang Xiaohu was initially startled, but his joy quickly turned to delight. The delicate fragrance of her hair filled him with elation, and he was so captivated by her tenderness that he no longer cared about his own perilous situation.

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