[Wuxia] I Have a Harem in Tianlong (Complete) - 20

Chapter 133 Departure

On the night before Chu Bawang left, the women, like hungry wolves, indulged in passionate lovemaking with him. Chu Bawang plowed for several hours before finally satisfying Mu Wanqing, Qin Hongmian, and Gan Baobao. They acted with extreme fervor, disregarding their own bodies, as if Chu Bawang were their enemy, only wanting to drain his energy. Chu Bawang understood their thoughts, and thus began an epic battle, a battle that could only be described with one idiom: "rivers of blood." This gives an idea of the intensity of the battle.

Chu Bawang enjoyed the pure, unadulterated brother-sister relationship with Zhong Ling, which was why he hadn't yet slept with her. These past few days, Zhong Ling hadn't pestered Chu Bawang to have a baby with her. Perhaps she understood Chu Bawang's heart; she thought that her elder brother Chu would always dote on her.

She didn't want to have a baby. Every time she thought of that scene, she was still terrified, afraid of the ferocious appearance of the Overlord Spear. It seemed that the Overlord's weapon had left a shadow in Zhong Ling's heart.

Around noon, the Overlord arrived at the outskirts of Wuxi.

Entering the city, she found it bustling with people, a truly prosperous place. Wuxi had a different kind of charm compared to Dali.

Strolling along, she suddenly smelled a fragrant aroma—the scent of caramel, soy sauce, and cooked meat.

The Overlord had been traveling for half a day and hadn't eaten for most of it. Although his internal strength was profound enough to sustain him for ten days or half a month without food, the feeling of hunger was unbearable. Following the aroma, he turned a corner and saw a large restaurant standing in the street, its golden signboard bearing the three characters "Songhelou" (Pine Crane Pavilion).

The signboard, blackened by years of smoke, still gleamed with three golden characters. The aroma of wine and meat wafted from the restaurant, mingling with the sounds of cooks wielding knives and ladles and the shouts of waiters.

Seeing this, Chu Bawang immediately recalled the scene in the original novel where Duan Xiaoqiang and Qiao Feng met. It was here that Duan Xiaoqiang encountered Qiao Feng, they tested their strength in footwork, and finally, the two became sworn brothers, their bond unbreakable.

Now, Duan Xiaoqiang wouldn't be here. Would Qiao Feng appear?

Chu Bawang felt a certain anticipation. He greatly admired Qiao Feng's heroic spirit; otherwise, Qiao Feng wouldn't have won A'Zhu's deep affection.

As Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, ascended the stairs, a waiter approached to greet him. Xiang Yu initially intended to order a pot of Moutai, but then remembered that this was ancient times, and the distillation technology of later generations hadn't yet been developed. Therefore

, there was no Moutai, a renowned spirit in its time, considered one of the three great distilled spirits alongside Scotch whisky and French Cognac, and the progenitor of Daqu-style (large-grain) soy sauce-flavored baijiu. In the end, Xiang Yu could only tell the waiter he wanted the best wine available. He didn't know which wines were good; in modern times, he would only drink Moutai, but in Tianlong, Moutai was clearly not yet available. However, he figured the wine from the land of fish and water in Jiangnan wouldn't be too bad.

He took a sip and found it quite good, about to offer his praise.

Suddenly, there was a series of loud thuds on the stairs, followed by darkness upstairs, and a burly man strode confidently up the stairs.

He turned to look and saw a burly man, around thirty years old, with a very imposing build. He wore an old, slightly tattered gray cloth robe, had thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, a wide mouth, and a square face with a weathered look. His gaze was extremely imposing.

The man climbed the stairs, his cold, piercing eyes sweeping across the upper floors. His gaze lingered briefly on Chu Bawang, a hint of surprise in his eyes, before he walked directly towards Chu Bawang.

Chu Bawang looked the man over a few times, sizing him up, and thought to himself, "This man must be Qiao Feng. Few in the world have this physique. Just like the description in the book, he looks like a true hero. Qiao Feng has a lot of charisma!"

Chu Bawang had always wanted to befriend Qiao Feng, so he wouldn't let this opportunity pass. Qiao Feng possessed the heroic spirit of a great man; even a scholar like Duan Yu in the original book could befriend him, and an emperor like Yelü Hongji treated him with the same respect.

He only recognized brothers, regardless of anything else.

Sharing joys and sorrows, not currying favor with the powerful.

This is the essence of justice.

To miss out on such a heroic figure would be a lifelong regret.

The King of Chu, holding a cup of wine, swirled it around and invited Qiao Feng, saying, "Brother, if you don't mind, please come and have a drink with me!"

Unexpectedly, at the same time, Qiao Feng bowed and also invited the King of Chu, saying, "Why must we have known each other before? We are all brothers from all corners of the world. Brother, would you do me the honor of having a drink with me?"

Hearing this, the two straightened up, looked at each other for a moment, and then burst into laughter in unison. After laughing, they bowed again in unison, saying, "Then we will trouble you!"

Another round of laughter followed. It's rare to find a true friend in life; the King of Chu hadn't expected to find such perfect understanding with Qiao Feng.

After speaking, Qiao Feng strode over and pulled out a stool to sit down.

The King of Chu hurriedly called for a waiter to bring another bowl and chopsticks, then feigned asking Qiao Feng's name. Unexpectedly, Qiao Feng laughed and said, "Brother, why ask when you already know the answer? Let's

not stand on ceremony and have a few drinks. Isn't that wonderful?

Once we've distinguished friend from foe, there's no enjoyment left."

Hearing this, the King of Chu felt a pang of embarrassment but didn't expose him.

Unexpectedly, in the original story, Duan Xiaoqiang was mistaken for Murong Fu by Qiao Feng, and now he himself was being mistaken for Murong Fu by Qiao Feng. It seems Murong Fu was indeed doing quite well; otherwise, why would Qiao Feng mistake every heroic figure for Murong Fu?

The King of Chu had shamelessly considered himself a hero, completely failing to realize that he was merely a lecherous thief (he had raped Ye Erniang), at best a refined womanizer, or to put it more politely, a heart thief. But no matter what, he was still a thief; his essence remained unchanged.

At this moment, the waiter had already placed a bowl and chopsticks in front of Qiao Feng. The King of Chu poured Qiao Feng a cup of wine and then smiled at the waiter, saying, "Waiter, your cup is too small. Go get two large bowls and another ten catties of sorghum wine."

The King of Chu knew these were Qiao Feng's exact words, so he catered to his tastes, a case of birds

of a feather flocking together. Drinking? The King of Chu had never been afraid. Even without being transformed by Xiang Yu's elixir, he was still a connoisseur of wine. Although he hadn't drunk much since arriving here, he figured that his constitution, enhanced by Xiang Yu's elixir, couldn't be too bad, no matter how poor it was. Besides, ancient wine had a very low alcohol content, far inferior to modern distillation technology, making it much stronger.

Upon hearing the words "ten catties of sorghum wine," the waiter was startled and cautiously asked with a fawning smile, "Sir, can you finish ten catties of sorghum wine?"

Chu Bawang pulled out a ten-tael silver ingot, threw it in front of the waiter, and laughed, "Are you afraid I don't have the money?

Ten catties isn't enough, bring me twenty catties."

Seeing the money, the waiter smiled and said, "Yes!

Yes!"

A moment later, the waiter brought two large bowls and a large jar of wine, placing them on the table.

Money makes the world go round; it seemed this was quite efficient.

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, "Good, brother's approach is exactly what I wanted. Today, let's have a big drink and go home satisfied."

Chu Bawang knew Qiao Feng's drinking capacity; saying he'd go home satisfied was already a high compliment. With his capacity, few could drink as much as him; he had never been drunk.

However, meeting Chu Bawang today was another matter.

"Alright," Chu Bawang agreed and drank, finishing the bowl of fine wine in one gulp.

Qiao Feng was delighted to see him drinking so heartily. He had never met anyone who enjoyed drinking as much as he did. He laughed and said, "Brother, you are indeed a hearty drinker."

Qiao Feng picked up his bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp. He then poured himself two large bowls. Chu Bawang, without a

word, picked up his bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp as well.

Qiao Feng, seeing that Chu Bawang had downed three bowls without changing expression or changing eyes, thought to himself that this Murong Fu was indeed a good drinker, living up to his reputation. He then picked up his bowl,

smiled at Chu Bawang, and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he picked up the jar and filled three large bowls.

Seeing Qiao Feng's surprised expression, Chu Bawang knew what he was thinking. Without saying a word, he raised his bowl and drank it down with Qiao Feng, feeling quite pleased with himself.

Although Chu Bawang possessed the Six Meridians Divine Sword, he didn't need to cheat like Duan Xiaoqiang; his skill was genuine, without any deception.

Importantly, ancient brewing techniques were not as advanced as those of later generations. This sorghum liquor was already considered relatively strong, but it was only around 30-40 degrees, far inferior to the powerful spirits of later generations—they were simply not in the same league. However, achieving 40 degrees with modern technology is already quite remarkable.

Qiao Feng, having finished a bowl of wine, put it down and looked at Chu Bawang with a hint of surprise. He smiled at Chu Bawang and said, "Brother, your drinking capacity is quite impressive. You're quite something." He then poured three more large bowls. Chu Bawang laughed, "You flatter me. I admire your drinking capacity

. As the

saying goes, 'A thousand cups are not enough when drinking with a bosom friend.' Today, let's not leave until we're drunk!" He then downed the large bowl of wine in front of him.

Seeing that Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, could drink several bowls of strong liquor without batting an eye, Qiao Feng was delighted. Not daring to underestimate Xiang Yu, he said, "Good, well said! A thousand cups are too few when drinking with a bosom friend. I, Qiao Feng, will drink first as a sign of respect."

He then picked up his bowl, tilted his head back, and drank it all

in one gulp. This drinking contest between Xiang Yu and Qiao Feng immediately attracted the attention of all the patrons upstairs and downstairs at Songhe Tower. Even the cooks and kitchen staff came upstairs to watch the two men's table.

The waiter, who was nearby, heard Xiang Yu's instructions and knew the two men were even more engrossed.

He only wanted to watch the spectacle and didn't try to stop them, so he obeyed.

Qiao Feng, seeing this instruction, was quite pleased with himself and watched with a smile.

After both men had drunk over thirty bowls of wine, the King of Chu laughed and said, "We two are evenly matched, like two equally matched generals. It won't be easy to determine a winner.

If we keep drinking like this, it might go on until tomorrow. Why don't we finish this bowl and leave?"

With that, he raised his bowl and drank.

Qiao Feng said, "Alright!"

and picked up his bowl, tilting his head back to drink it all. After finishing

their

bowls, the two men went downstairs together.

Once downstairs, Qiao Feng walked faster and faster, and after leaving the city, he strode forward quickly along the main road.

Chu Bawang naturally knew that Qiao Feng intended to test his footwork against him. Both Qiao Feng of the South and Murong Fu of the North were top martial arts masters, but they had never sparred and didn't know who was stronger. It was only because Qiao Feng debuted earlier and was the leader of the Beggars' Sect, a major sect in the Central Plains, that martial arts figures ranked him first. Therefore, they were usually referred to as "Qiao Feng of the South, Murong Fu of the North" rather than "Murong Fu of the North, Qiao Feng of the South." Now, Qiao Feng thought he had directly encountered Murong Fu and thus had the idea of competing with him. However, in martial arts sparring, some injuries were inevitable, which would damage their relationship. Especially since Murong Fu was a prime suspect in the death of the former Beggars' Sect leader, Qiao Feng didn't want to create an enemy. Besides, Chu Bawang's behavior suited Qiao Feng's taste, and Qiao Feng didn't want to lose "Murong Fu" as a friend.

So, he suddenly thought of testing his footwork, just as he had done with Duan Xiaoqiang in the original book.

Chu Bawang, having guessed Qiao Feng's thoughts, gathered his strength in his legs and quickly caught up. Chu Bawang possessed profound internal energy, though not as strong as Qiao Feng at this moment, but his mastery of the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) was far superior. In fact, Qiao Feng's lightness skill wasn't particularly impressive; his strength lay in his internal energy and palm techniques.

Although Chu Bawang had diligently practiced the Overlord's Technique and used the Beiming Divine Art to increase his absorption of Xiang Yu's golden core, reaching a stable peak of the super-first-class level, he was still some distance from Qiao Feng's top-tier mid-level internal energy.

The original text states: "The Northern Darkness Divine Skill goes against the principles of internal energy cultivation from all schools and sects. Therefore, anyone who has practiced internal energy cultivation must completely forget their previous learning and concentrate on practicing the new skill. If there is any confusion or disorder, the two skills will clash, causing immediate madness, vomiting blood, and the destruction of all meridians. Thus, it is extremely dangerous."

It is evident that to cultivate the Northern Darkness Divine Skill, one must abandon all previous internal energy cultivation practices. If the original internal energy is not abandoned, one will habitually follow the original mental techniques during each practice session, which will conflict with the Northern Darkness Divine Skill and easily lead to qi deviation and death. The sacrifice is undoubtedly immense.

Coincidentally, this wasn't a problem for Chu Bawang at all. The Overlord's Technique wasn't an ordinary internal energy cultivation method. Simply put, the early stages of the Overlord's Technique focused on physical training and improving physique; it didn't generate internal energy. Only at the final stage would a golden core be formed, allowing for a meteoric rise. Therefore, Chu Bawang could cultivate the Overlord's Technique with complete peace of mind. He understood perfectly well that only a strong physique could withstand more true energy; otherwise, wouldn't he be invincible after learning the Northern Darkness Divine Art?

He could easily absorb the power of hundreds of martial artists, gaining hundreds of years' worth of internal energy.

After these days of cultivation, Chu Bawang could completely convert the golden core into his own internal energy. However, his foundation was too weak, and suddenly possessing so much internal energy was difficult to control in a short time. Furthermore, his mental state couldn't keep up, so he had to let nature take its course. He didn't want to accidentally kill his women while making love.

That would be a tragedy!

Qiao Feng strode forward, his pace quickening. Before he could even catch his breath, he noticed that Chu Bawang was closing in. Qiao Feng glanced at him sideways and saw Chu Bawang's graceful figure, as if strolling leisurely in a courtyard, like a dashing young gentleman in a turbid world. He secretly admired him and tried to quicken his pace, but no matter how fast he ran, Chu Bawang could keep up at a leisurely pace. After running for about thirty or forty miles, Qiao Feng looked at Chu Bawang again and was secretly surprised. He himself had profound internal strength, but he was already panting. On the other hand, Chu Bawang not only didn't seem to be panting at all, but he seemed more energetic. Little did Qiao Feng know that the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) could accelerate the cultivation of internal strength. Chu Bawang's use of the Lingbo Weibu to travel was undoubtedly a form of cultivation.

Although Qiao Feng was surprised, it only lasted a moment. He laughed and said, "Young Master Murong, I am

truly impressed today. The Murong family of Gusu lives up to their reputation."

Seeing Qiao Feng stop, the King of Chu knew he was convinced and feigned ignorance, saying, "Brother, you just introduced yourself as Qiao Feng. Could you be the famous 'Southern Qiao Feng, Northern Murong' of the martial world?"

Qiao Feng replied, "It's just a minor reputation in the martial world. Brother Murong, you don't need to mention it. Your reputation is in no way inferior to mine!" "

The King of Chu laughed, 'Brother Qiao, you're mistaken. I am not Murong Fu. Although Murong Fu is famous, he is not worthy to be associated with me.' Although the King of Chu spoke arrogantly, he gave people a sense of seriousness. Qiao Feng thought so too. Still relying on your hands? How can you enjoy it? Forum reputation guaranteed! High-grade silicone video Fan Bingbing's lower body real state molded into a highly realistic vulva shape, soft and delicate skin! Built-in large particle protrusions, close to the female physiological structure, experience a more realistic feeling... Swallowing and spitting, irresistible! Click to enter.

' After realizing that he had mistaken the person, Qiao Feng was stunned for a moment, then laughed and said, 'Brother, you are absolutely right. With your lightness skill, I think Murong Fu is far behind, not to mention your drinking capacity. But may I ask your esteemed name?'"

The King of Chu said calmly, "King of Chu." His tone was understated, yet carried an air of authority. Qiao Feng seemed to see the shadow of Xiang Yu, the King of Western Chu, in him. He paused for a moment, then said loudly, "Brother Chu's name is truly imposing; I admire it.

It is a great pleasure to have met such a hero as you recently. Unfortunately, I have other commitments today, otherwise we would have talked all night long." Qiao Feng's face showed regret.

The King of Chu laughed, "Brother Qiao, why be so coy? We will meet again if fate allows. Besides, you are the leader of a large gang in the Central Plains. If you wish to drink sometime, I will certainly come to find you for a feast."

Hearing this, Qiao Feng laughed heartily, "In that case, I was wrong, Brother Chu. I regret it!"

With that, Qiao Feng turned and left without hesitation. Qiao Feng was indeed Qiao Feng; the King of Chu's eyes were filled with admiration.

Watching Qiao Feng's retreating figure, Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, immediately recalled Qiao Feng's tragic fate. He remembered Qiao Feng's countless merits for the Beggars' Sect, his benevolence and righteousness, and how he had defeated nine powerful enemies at the Mount Tai Assembly

to relieve the sect's predicament. He was then elected the new leader by Wang Jiantong and led the Beggars' Sect for eight years, consistently resisting the Khitan. During this time, he was a formidable figure, a pillar of the martial arts world. Moreover, Qiao Feng had spent many years operating in northern China, dedicating himself to helping the Northern Song Dynasty fight against foreign enemies. Yet, due to a single letter and Madam Ma's one-sided testimony, Qiao Feng became a fugitive. Thinking of this, Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel sympathy and understanding for Qiao Feng.

However, what troubled Qiao Feng most was that his father, Xiao Yuanshan, had killed his adoptive parents. Caught between his biological father and his adoptive parents who had treated him like a son for so many years, Qiao Feng was in a difficult position. He couldn't blame his father.

Qiao Feng's fate was predetermined, and the only thing Chu Bawang could do was try his best to rescue Qiao Feng's adoptive parents.

Thinking of this, Chu Bawang couldn't help but say, "Brother Qiao, wait a moment."

Qiao Feng asked, "Brother Chu, please speak."

Upon hearing Qiao Feng's question, Chu Bawang suddenly realized he had no idea how to begin. He couldn't very well say, "I've read the novel *Demi-Gods and Semi-Devils*, and I know your fate. Someone will harm your adoptive parents in the future; please be careful," could he?

After a moment of silence, Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, said, "Brother Qiao, we've hit it off immediately and consider each other confidants. So, I'll speak frankly. Do you know that a great calamity is about to befall you?" Qiao Feng

was naturally bewildered by Xiang Yu's words. He had weathered countless storms over the years, but seeing Xiang Yu's serious demeanor, which seemed genuine, and trusting him, he asked, "Why do you say this, Brother Chu?"

Xiang Yu replied, "To be honest, I'm quite knowledgeable in physiognomy. Brother Qiao's forehead is slightly dark, indicating a great calamity is imminent."

Qiao Feng laughed heartily, "Brother Chu, you flatter me. I'll face whatever comes my way. A true man stands tall and proud; what calamity could I possibly fear?"

Xiang Yu, anticipating Qiao Feng's reaction, feigned profundity, saying, "Brother Qiao is indeed a rare hero, but the crucial point is that this calamity will endanger your family. Lives are at stake; I hope you will be careful." Hearing Chu Bawang's words, Qiao Feng stood up solemnly and asked, "Brother Chu, are you saying someone intends to harm my parents?"

Chu Bawang nodded and smiled, "Believe it or not, that's all I have to say.

But human lives are at stake, so I hope Brother Qiao will treat this with utmost care." Seeing Chu Bawang's serious expression, and knowing that it concerned his own family, Qiao Feng knew he couldn't ignore it, regardless of whether it was true or not. After a moment of silence, he thanked Chu Bawang, saying, "Brother Chu, you are truly a man of great talent, to know so much. I admire you and look forward to our next meeting."

Seeing that Qiao Feng finally took the matter seriously, Chu Bawang smiled and said, "Brother Qiao, you are indeed extraordinary. We have only known each other for a short time, but to have you trust me so much is truly undeserved!

Farewell." With that, Chu Bawang's figure appeared several dozen feet away.

Qiao Feng was startled. His lightness skill was incredibly impressive. It seemed the letter he had just received was child's play. He thought to himself, "This is an enigmatic man. With such superb lightness skill, his martial arts must be quite formidable. Yet, such an outstanding figure has no reputation in the martial world."

As Qiao Feng pondered this, he suddenly heard Chu Bawang's voice: "Brother Qiao, don't be careless. The murderer who will harm your parents is more skilled than you." Qiao Feng was startled again. With Chu Bawang's lightness skill, he should be at least five miles away. To use telepathy from five miles away and still hear it so clearly, as if it were right next to his ear, was truly unbelievable. His inner strength was unfathomable.

Qiao Feng now overestimated Chu Bawang. Chu Bawang's ability was merely due to his refined inner strength; his actual skill was inferior to Qiao Feng's.

Knowing his training was still short, Chu Bawang couldn't rush things. He focused on refining his skills, so although his true energy only reached the peak of the super-first-rate level, its purity rivaled that of a peerless master. Moreover, Chu Bawang's internal energy originated from Xiang Yu's golden elixir, making it even more refined.

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Chapter 135 Like Water, Abi

Half a month later, Chu Bawang arrived in Suzhou as he wished. Thinking of the beautiful women he would soon meet, Chu Bawang was overjoyed. Suzhou's Taihu Lake truly lived up to its reputation as a scenic spot in Jiangnan, second only to West Lake. Its beauty was comparable to West Lake, each possessing its own unique charm.

Jiangnan has been known since ancient times as "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou," a saying that can be traced back to the Tang Dynasty. This

can be divided into two parts. The first part compares Jiangnan to paradise.

The Tang poet Ren Hua once wrote in his "Song of the Cursive Script of the Monk Huaisu": "People say you come from Jiangnan, I say you come from heaven!"

This should be the origin of comparing Jiangnan to paradise.

Before this, Jiangnan was known as a "land of beauty" due to its prosperity during the Southern Dynasties, but there was no precedent for comparing it to heaven.

The title of "land of beauty" continued in the Tang Dynasty and even threatened to displace other places from this category.

The key to this is Bai Juyi's praise of Suzhou's ancient town. The other part considers Suzhou and Hangzhou as the top destinations of Jiangnan, which was also evident in the late Tang Dynasty.

The key to this is Bai Juyi's praise.

Bai Juyi served as the prefect of both Hangzhou and Suzhou, and he wrote many poems praising the local areas during his tenure.

However, initially, he only praised Hangzhou.

When he served as the governor of Hangzhou, he boasted to Yuan Zhen, who was then the governor of Yuezhou, that "I know you secretly count the prefectures south of the Yangtze River, and none can compare to Hangzhou."

Later, when he became the governor of Suzhou, he praised Suzhou as "the best prefecture under heaven, bordering the sea." From then on, he referred to Suzhou and Hangzhou together, taking great pride in having once been the "governor of both Suzhou and Hangzhou."

In his later years, after returning to the north, he still fondly remembered Suzhou and Hangzhou.

In a poem to Yin Yaofan, he wrote: "Among the famous prefectures south of the Yangtze River are Suzhou and Hangzhou, written in thirty chapters in the Yin family.

You, a traveler, still fondly remember them, and I, as governor, find them even more unforgettable.

The scenery inspires poetry, a true land of verse; the joy of music and song is a delightful drunken paradise.

Remembering our past travels, I must depart, and in a small boat, I intend to sail straight to the Canglang River."

It goes without saying that "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou" is a fusion of this praise and the reputation of comparing south of the Yangtze River to heaven.

Indeed, from ancient times to the present, Jiangnan has been a place people yearn for.

Especially the repeated visits to Jiangnan by the two Qing Dynasty emperors added to its mystique and allure. Moreover, the gentle and graceful women of Jiangnan are the type countless men find attractive.

Hangzhou is world-renowned for its beautiful West Lake scenery; the saying "Above is heaven, below are Suzhou and Hangzhou" expresses the heartfelt praise people have held for this beautiful city throughout history.

During the Yuan Dynasty, the famous Italian traveler Marco Polo praised it as "the most beautiful and magnificent city in the world." The great Song Dynasty writer Su Dongpo wrote, "Of the thirty-six West Lakes in the world, the best is Hangzhou's." West Lake, with its three sides surrounded by mountains and its waters embracing the city, captivates all with its natural beauty, whether simply adorned or ornate.

Even Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, had visited Hangzhou in his previous life and toured many of Jiangnan's famous scenic spots, but he always felt something was missing, a heavy feeling in his heart.

Now, however, looking back, he finally understood what was missing: nature, its original state.

The Jiangnan region described in the book is practically nonexistent now, but the Jiangnan that Xiang Yu saw was exactly what he had longed for, filling him with immense joy.

Xiang Yu walked along the shores of Taihu Lake, its scenery breathtaking. Apricot blossoms lined the paths, willows drooped over the water, and a warm spring breeze caressed him, making him feel refreshed.

He recalled the original story: after Duan Xiaoqiang was captured by the Tibetan national teacher Kumārajīva at Tianlong Temple, Kumārajīva led him all the way to Suzhou in the Song Dynasty, repeatedly coercing and enticing him to write down the "Six Meridians Divine Sword" manual, arrogantly threatening that if he didn't have it, he could be burned at Murong Bo's grave.

However, although Duan Xiaoqiang was foolish, he was also intelligent and had already devised a plan, preventing Kumārajīva from succeeding.

Normally, the journey from Dali to Murong in Suzhou should only take a month at most. However, because Kumārajīva wanted to force Duan Xiaoqiang to write down the Six Meridians Divine Sword technique, the two traveled for over two months before finally arriving at the Murong residence in Suzhou. Duan Yu is indeed one of the luckiest characters in Tianlong Babu (along with Xu Zhu), easily winning the favor of two maids in the Murong residence, A Zhu and A Bi, who rescued him from Kumārajīva.

Later, he met Wang Yuyan, thus beginning their inseparable bond.

However, now that Xiang Yu has successfully prevented Kumārajīva from abducting Duan Xiaoqiang, and Murong Fu, focused on his restoration of the kingdom, has completely disregarded Wang Yuyan's feelings, leading to her first suicide attempt, Xiang Yu could easily capture her with a little effort. If he, as a time traveler, couldn't handle a young girl, wouldn't he be a laughingstock?

Just as he was pondering, a melodious and clear song suddenly drifted from not far away. A small boat floated on the green waves of the lake, and a girl in a green dress rowed slowly towards it, softly singing: "The lotus fragrance stretches across ten acres of pond, the young girl, engrossed in play, is late in picking lotus.

In the evening, she plays on the water's edge, laughing as she takes off her red skirt to wrap the ducklings."

Her voice was delicate and innocent, joyful and captivating.

Even the future King Xiang Yu had heard many popular online songs and classic melody, but upon hearing this song, he was completely mesmerized, feeling it was heavenly music!

He exclaimed loudly: "This song, young lady, should only exist in heaven; how often can one hear it on earth?"

Looking closely, he saw that the girl's delicate hands were as white as jade, reflecting the green waves as if transparent.

King Xiang Yu was just worrying about how to find Wang Yuyan, and unexpectedly, she had delivered herself to his doorstep. He knew that the girl before him was probably Abi!

Faced with this auspicious time, this beautiful scenery, and this celestial beauty in the painting, Xiang Yu, the King of Chu, was momentarily captivated.

The green Jiangnan region, the green water towns, was the birthplace of Abi, and also the place she loved most.

Because she was born amidst this endless, gentle, and affectionate green, she was named Abi.

In truth, Abi wasn't exceptionally beautiful, far inferior to the national beauty Mu Wanqing, but with eight parts beauty and twelve parts gentleness, she was no less than a beauty of exceptional talent.

Abi's beauty lay in her inner qualities, her exquisite elegance, gentle grace, and captivating charm in her expression, speech, posture, and demeanor.

If all Suzhou girls were like Abi, Suzhou could truly be called a "land of gentleness," and Xiang Yu might even have been willing to spend his entire life in Suzhou. How many could resist such a land of gentleness?

"Young master, young master?"

Abi had an oval face, a refined and beautiful appearance, and bright, lively eyes. She had arrived before Chu Bawang and found him staring intently at her. A wave of shyness washed over her, yet she possessed a captivating charm.

She thought to herself: This young master is truly handsome. She had always thought her husband was the most handsome man in the world, but he was unbelievably handsome. She couldn't even find the words to describe Chu Bawang's appearance; she had never seen such a handsome man before. His skin even looked better than hers, and his eyes were incredibly deep. Although Chu Bawang was currently lost in thought, he was unaware of the unique charm he possessed.

Was he looking at her?

Why was he staring at her like that?

This was so embarrassing!

Being handsome made a difference. If an ordinary person were to look at her so rudely, they would surely be considered a lecherous rogue!

Hearing Abi's question, King Chu was instantly jolted out of his reverie. Even though he had seen stunning beauties like Mu Wanqing, he couldn't help but be captivated by the gentle, refined beauty of Abi.

Thinking of Abi's fate, King Chu felt a pang of regret. What did Murong Fu possess to deserve such a woman?

King Chu was jealous; he was consumed by envy, and the consequences would be severe. Let us offer three seconds of silence for Murong Fu.

"My lord, where are you looking?"

Seeing that King Chu still didn't respond, Abi asked the question that had been troubling her.

"Looking at you," King Chu replied matter-of-factly. With his cunning and shrewdness, he knew Abi couldn't escape his grasp when dealing with an innocent young girl. If all else failed, he would kill Murong Fu, then seize the opportunity to see if she would fall in love.

Murong Fu was indeed quite capable; at that time, he was considered the husband all women in the world longed for.

In the martial arts world, two unparalleled masters, "Qiao Feng of the South and Murong Fu of the North," were renowned figures, known to all

. Moreover, Murong Fu possessed some "good looks," so it was understandable that Abi was attracted to him.

Most importantly, Abi had served as Murong Fu's maid since childhood, surrounded by men who were mostly roughnecks or so-called heroes, far inferior to Murong Fu's "refined" and handsome appearance—in fact, it was all an act.

Therefore, ultimately, Abi's attraction to Murong Fu stemmed from preconceived notions. For Xiang Yu to win Abi's favor, he needed to take the initiative.

The King of Chu made no attempt to hide his admiration for Abi, which only made her blush with shyness. Anticipation was one thing, but hearing it was another. Her face flushed instantly, and

she lowered her head slightly, asking in a voice barely above a whisper, "Why are you looking at me?" Seeing the King of Chu remain silent for a long time, she couldn't help but glance sideways at him, only to meet his unfathomable eyes. She found him looking at her with a mocking expression, and quickly looked away.

Her shy expression and graceful figure displayed a thousand charms in the King of Chu's eyes, making him feel dizzy and disoriented.

"What a beautiful woman! "

the King of Chu thought to himself.

He didn't answer Abi's question, but instead sighed deeply, "I never imagined that a woman from Jiangnan could be so beautiful!"

Clearly, he was showing off.

"Young master, your words are so sweet, I'm practically floating on air!"

Hearing Chu Bawang's indirect praise, Abi felt a sweet warmth in her heart. She thought to herself, "This young master is not only handsome and dashing, but also incredibly eloquent; he's made me so happy!"

Chapter 136 Abi's Heart

Chu Bawang bowed and said, "I am Chu Bawang, courtesy name Jixian. May I ask your honorable name, young lady?

How old are you?

Where do you live?"

Chu Bawang spoke formally, but the hidden smile in his eyes betrayed him. However, Abi had been quite uncomfortable under Chu Bawang's gaze and naturally hadn't seen the smile in his eyes, much less know what he was up to.

"Young master... what are you doing?"

Abi was secretly annoyed. How could this

young master be so abrupt? How could she possibly answer?

She hadn't expected this handsome young master to be such a lecherous rogue. She had misjudged him!

Chu Bawang explained softly, “Miss, you are unaware of this. When I was ten years old, I met a fortune teller who predicted that when I turned twenty, I would meet a gentle girl rowing a boat on Taihu Lake in Suzhou. She would be my other half. I never believed it, but now that I am twenty and still unmarried, and having met you today, I couldn't help but recall the fortune teller's words from ten years ago.

That's why I asked that question. Please forgive me if I have offended you.”

“Young master, how can you believe the nonsense of those charlatans?

That fortune teller is definitely a fraud. He's only after your money. We… we just happened to meet today. Don't take it seriously,” Abi said to Chu Bawang in a senior-like tone.

Her voice was soft, clear, and melodious; just listening to her speak was a pleasure!

Chu Bawang said, “How could that fortune teller be a fraud?

I offered him a hundred taels of silver back then, but he refused. It seems he must be a truly skilled hermit. Moreover, that fortune teller said my wife is a gentle, beautiful woman who can sing and dance beautifully. The song you sang just now was wonderful, and I also love music. Isn't this a match made in heaven?”

“Ah…no, no!” Abi shook her head violently. She was completely bewildered. How could this be?

Could that fortune teller really be a fortune teller and not a fraud?

But she was Young Master Murong's maid, destined to serve him, and she was willing to serve him and share his burdens!

Although the man before her was very handsome, and being with him always made her heart sweet.

But what should she do?

Her cold reaction just now would surely anger him!

Abi's kindness didn't want such a handsome man to be hurt because of her!

If he were Young Master Murong, how wonderful that would be!

A pang of sadness flashed through her mind at this thought! The young master's mind was entirely focused on his cause of restoring his kingdom; he hadn't noticed her at all!

Bah!

The young master is the young master, and I'm just a maidservant. What right do I have to think about such things?

Besides, the young master has a beautiful cousin who loves him.

The young master's cousin is incredibly beautiful; I think there shouldn't be such a beautiful woman in the world. She is truly, truly beautiful.

Chu Bawang had been paying attention to Abi's expression and naturally noticed the fleeting sadness in her eyes. His resolve to capture Abi only strengthened; otherwise, such a good thing would be wasted on a dog!

"Why not?

We are a perfect match, a match made in heaven, a perfect pair. Why do you say it's not possible?"

Chu Bawang said with deep affection.

Hearing Chu Bawang say this, Abi was at a loss for words and blurted out, "No means no, there's no why!"

"Does the young lady dislike me?

Or does she hate me?

Oh, I know, the young lady must be shy. Don't be afraid, my wife, I will treat you well. With me, my wife will definitely be happy and joyful,"

Chu Bawang said earnestly.

Chu Bawang is shameless, calling her "wife" so quickly!

"How can you be like this?

My name is Abi, not your wife, you---I---I..." Hearing Chu Bawang's increasingly outrageous words, Abi became anxious, her delicate hands twisting together, her speech incoherent, her face flushed with anger, extremely cute.

"I know, you have someone you love, don't you?"

Chu Bawang's excitement immediately subsided, his face showing a melancholy expression, but he still gazed at Abi affectionately, making the young girl completely unable to meet his gaze.

"I do indeed have someone I love."

Hearing Chu Bawang say this, Abi had no choice but to go along with it. For some reason, she felt a pang of heartache as she said this. Didn't she like her young master?

Why did admitting it hurt?

It wasn't that she disliked Chu Bawang, but his appearance had been too sudden. He immediately wanted this young girl to go home with him for a wedding ceremony and become his wife. How could Abi agree so easily?

Besides, she was reluctant to leave Yanziwu. After all, she had been in the Murong family for so many years, and by her young master's side for so long. She had developed some feelings for him, and she truly couldn't choose.

Although Chu Bawang had been rejected, he had successfully stirred Abi's heart. This meant Abi would think about him often, and after a long time, like years without sex, she would inevitably explode.

"Abi, your name is so beautiful, and you're so pretty, with a lovely pinkish hue. You sing beautifully too!"

Chu Bawang said calmly.

Abi was stunned. She couldn't understand how Chu Xiangyu's thoughts had shifted, and why he had suddenly said all this.

Before Abi could speak, Chu Xiangyu continued in his seemingly calm but slightly trembling tone, "The King of Xiang has the will, but the goddess has no dream. Abi, I truly envy the one in your heart!"

Abi didn't speak. She felt a tightness in her chest, an unbearable pain. Why did she feel that although his tone was calm, his hoarse voice sounded so sorrowful, so heart-wrenching, as if he were experiencing the most tragic thing in the world, breaking her heart?

She almost couldn't help but shout out, "I do! I do want to be your wife!"

This impulse wasn't because she had fallen in love with Chu Xiangyu, but simply because she didn't want to see him heartbroken. Or rather, she was a kind-hearted girl.

"Abi, can I see the person you love?"

Chu Bawang was deeply dejected, as if only this matter could capture his attention. His voice pierced the heart, his eyes filled with deep affection yet tinged with sorrow. Hearing Chu Bawang's request, which wasn't really a request, Abi nodded almost unconsciously. She couldn't bear to refuse him again. But as she agreed, she realized she didn't have a lover at all.

Looking for a scapegoat, she didn't know who to turn to. Should she ask Bao Butong, Bao Sange?

But knowing Bao Sange's personality... well, even if she had to lie, she'd have to find someone respectable!

She dared not approach her young master, and even if she did, Murong Fu might not give her a second glance, especially since he wasn't at Canhe Manor right now!

Oh dear, what could she do?

Looking into Chu Bawang's dark, unwavering eyes, filled with pleading and deep affection, she suddenly had an idea. This was the only way; she hoped Chu Bawang wouldn't be saddened by this.

****************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************************** A gentle breeze rippled across Taihu Lake. Abi rowed her small boat lightly, Chu Bawang's eyes never leaving her, making Abi always shy and evasive around him. She kept her cute little head lowered, letting a few strands of hair obscure her beautiful face, adding to her mystery.

"Abi, where are you taking me?"

Chu Bawang asked knowingly.

Abi was lost in thought when she heard Chu Bawang's question. She paused for a moment, then replied, "Ah!

I'm the little maid who serves Young Master Murong as he plays the zither and flute. Naturally, I'll take you to the Swallow's Nest Manor." Her Suzhou dialect was pleasant to hear; Chu Bawang enjoyed talking to her—it was a great pleasure in life!

"So you're Abi, Murong Fu's maid," Chu Bawang exclaimed, suddenly realizing.

This was just showing off!

Abi said, "Didn't I tell you my name is Abi?"

Her eyes sparkled, both cute and beautiful.

She was a spirited girl!

"Abi," Chu Bawang called softly.

"Yes," "Young Master Murong is the object of every young woman's affections. Could it be that Miss Abi is in love with your young master?"

Chu Bawang chuckled.

"Ah?

No, no, how could I possibly like you, young master?" Abi quickly shook her head in denial.

"Is it true?

Murong Fu is a handsome and talented young man, a renowned prodigy in the martial arts world. Doesn't Miss Abi like him?"

Abi thought for a while and then shook her head repeatedly, asking herself honestly, did she really not like her young master?

She didn't know. She only knew that when she shook her head in denial, her mood suddenly became more comfortable, unlike the tightness and discomfort she felt earlier!

But she really wanted to stay with her young master forever. Wasn't that what she thought before?

In fact, she still thought that way now, only before her reason was that her young master was a good person; now her reason was to repay a debt of gratitude.

Chu Bawang believed that Abi would soon be captivated by him. He knew that Abi currently only admired Murong Fu, and it hadn't reached the point of life and death separation.

King Xiang Yu speculated that Abi might have fallen in love with Murong Fu after he went mad, because the difference between their previous statuses was too great. Murong Fu was a renowned martial arts master, young, wealthy, skilled in both literature and martial arts, handsome and dashing (these few sentences are so painful to write). She was just a lowly maid!

Therefore, her feelings for Murong Fu before were probably only those between master and servant, a little admiration for him, and gratitude (the Murong family took her in, so they were naturally kind to her). Finally, after Murong Fu went mad, these two feelings transformed into love.

Murong Fu's disguise was truly masterful. Abi had no idea what kind of person he was. The Murong Fu she knew was a masked figure; she only knew him as an ambitious and promising young man. It can only be said that Abi was deceived by Murong Fu's appearance. Therefore, in the end, Abi even blamed others for driving Murong Fu mad, unaware that it was all his own fault. Abi was merely a pitiful young girl.

However, regarding the ending of Abi and Murong Fu, Chu Bawang (a famous general in Chinese history) leans towards another interpretation: Abi only pitied Murong Fu and did not fall in love with him.

As Murong Fu's maid, she had served him for many years, naturally putting her master first and considering the Murong family's interests. Later, Murong Fu went mad, and the Murong family declined as a result. Recalling the Murong family's former glory, how could Abi, with her personality, not feel heartache?

How could she not feel sympathy for Murong Fu?

The last time she saw her young master, he was a haughty and witty young man, but the next time she saw Murong Fu, she found him insane. How would Abi's feelings change?

In this light, everything Abi did for Murong Fu seemed perfectly natural.

It was nothing more than sympathy; Abi was too kind.

"A woman from Jiangnan, a beauty beyond compare"—this was the best praise for Abi.

Chapter 137 Biluochun Tea.

A quarter of an hour later, Chu Bawang took two steps and approached Abi, smiling, "Miss Abi, the journey is still quite long, isn't it?

Let me row the boat!"

"How can I, Young Master Chu, let me row; you are a guest,"

Abi said gently, shaking her head with a smile.

Chu Bawang chuckled and said gently, "What a joke! I'm a dignified man, a strong and capable man, how could I let a delicate woman like you row my boat?

What if my wife gets tired?"

"Who agreed to be your wife? You speak so carelessly! I didn't realize you were such a lecherous rogue!"

Hearing Chu Bawang's words, Abi couldn't help but giggle, a sweet feeling secretly welling up inside her. She unconsciously handed the oar to Chu Bawang.

However, although Chu Bawang took the oar, he had no idea how to row. Sure enough, after only two strokes, the boat started spinning.

Seeing Abi's surprised look, Chu Bawang smiled sheepishly and shook his head, saying, "It's my first time rowing, please forgive my poor performance, my wife Abi!"

Chu Bawang's insistence made Abi shyly glare at him, then her bound feet gave the boat another push, seemingly acknowledging Chu Bawang's new way of addressing her.

Abi's fair face flushed red, and she kept stealing glances in Chu Bawang's direction. A fleeting smile crossed her eyes as she watched his clumsy attempts at rowing. Then, her vision blurred as tears blurred her eyes, a sweet and comforting feeling welling up inside her.

She was just a lowly maid, yet Chu Bawang was willing to lower himself to row for her. She had never met such a kind and approachable man. In her eyes, Chu Bawang was a noble young master, and for a man to respect and care for her like this moved her deeply!

Seeing Abi's shy expression, Chu Bawang thought to himself: "This is promising."

Chu Bawang's intelligence was unmatched, and his learning ability was unparalleled. He had already mastered the rowing technique in just a few strokes. With a gentle stroke, the small boat darted forward, perfectly steady, no longer swaying back and forth, but remaining stationary.

Abi was even more surprised and admired him. Young Master Chu was much smarter than her own son. She wondered who would be so lucky to be his confidante.

Young Master Chu treated her so gently and was so handsome. Marrying him would surely be a happy life,

Abi thought to herself.

Thinking about how she had just rejected Chu Bawang, Abi felt incredibly sad. Not only did she also have feelings for him, but more importantly, she felt she had hurt him. She was a kind-hearted girl; how could she bear to hurt such a good man?

In her heart, Chu Bawang was a completely good person.

She thought that if Chu Bawang wanted her to be his wife, she might not be able to refuse. How could she hurt such a good man again?

She admitted that she had strong feelings for Chu Bawang, perhaps even a little bit of liking him. However, she was only a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl and didn't really know what liking someone meant. Anyway, she really enjoyed being with Chu Bawang.

Chu Bawang quickly grasped the power of the wooden oar and the water flow, moving across the lake as if it were his own arm. Although he paddled smoothly, the speed was only average. A thought struck Chu Bawang, and he acted immediately. He channeled his inner energy into the water through the oar, using the Overlord's Claw technique. Instantly, a tremendous suction force was generated where the oar touched the water's surface. This suction force, like an engine discharging water, propelled the small boat forward. As Chu Bawang increased his inner energy, the small boat seemed to skim the water's surface, its speed even surpassing that of later watercraft, yet it was also more stable—truly miraculous.

At this moment, the oar in Chu Bawang's hand stopped sliding and plunged into the water. Abi stood on the boat, dumbfounded. She didn't understand what had happened; how could the small boat move so quickly, like riding a thousand-mile horse, without even needing to paddle?

She didn't think much of it, watching the lotus leaves rush past on either side, her heart filled with joy. The cool breeze made her clothes flutter, and in this summer heat, she even felt a chill. She cheered excitedly, her clear laughter echoing. She had never seen a small boat move so fast. Although she knew it was Chu Bawang who did it, she didn't know how he did it.

Her young master, Murong Fu, certainly didn't have this ability. Although Murong Fu was very powerful, considered one of the two top masters in the martial arts world, he definitely couldn't make a wooden boat move at such a high speed without making a sound. That's what she thought.

Looking at Chu Bawang's handsome face, his deep eyes revealing tenderness towards her (that's what she thought), she couldn't help but be captivated for a moment. He was much more handsome than her young master, Abi was very certain of it.

Chu Bawang followed Abi's advice and rowed the small boat into a small harbor. He saw that the water was covered with lotus leaves. Chu Bawang secretly clicked his tongue in amazement. If Abi hadn't led the way, he would never have known there was a path among the lotus leaves.

Because the path was too winding, Xiang Yu had to row himself. After rowing through, he saw that the water was full of water chestnut leaves and red water chestnuts. The red water chestnuts and green leaves were exceptionally vibrant in the clear water.

Before they had finished crossing the water chestnut pond, Abi guided Xiang Yu to maneuver the small boat through a clump of reeds and water chestnuts.

At a glance, the entire lake was filled with lotus leaves, water chestnut leaves, reeds, and water chestnuts, all looking exactly the same. Moreover, the lotus leaves and water chestnut leaves floated on the water, changing in countless ways with every gust of wind. Even if he remembered them clearly at the moment, the situation would be completely different in an instant.

It seemed that these many crisscrossing, chessboard-like waterways were as clear as the lines on her palm, innate knowledge that did not need to be identified.

After rowing in this winding way for more than half an hour, around dusk, he could see a corner of a flying eaves peeking out from the green willows in the distance.

Abi giggled, "Wow, that's fast! It used to take me over two hours, it wouldn't have been worth it. Young Master Chu is truly amazing!"

At this moment, Chu Bawang could already see four or five scattered houses, built on what was either an island or a peninsula.

The houses were small and exquisite, quite elegant.

The plaque above one house bore the words "Qin Yun" (琴韵, meaning

"Musical Melody"), written in a rather graceful style. From this distance, very few people could actually see the words "Qin Yun.

" Chu Bawang handed the oar to Abi, smiling, "It's nothing, please don't be so polite, Abi!"

Abi was now used to Chu Bawang's affectionate way of addressing her. She gave him a slight glare with her beautiful eyes before quickly looking away. She felt that Chu Bawang's eyes seemed to see right through people; whenever their gazes met, she felt a pang of unease. Did Young Master Chu already know she had lied to him?

She regretted agreeing to let Young Master Chu bring him, feeling deeply remorseful. She couldn't understand why she had so foolishly agreed to let him meet her "beloved." Abi took the oar and rowed the boat straight into the willow shade. Nearby, she saw a wooden ladder made of pine branches hanging down to the water.

Abi tied the boat to a branch, when suddenly she heard a small bird chirping "shasha dusha, shasha dusha" in a clear, melodious voice. Abi

imitated the bird's chirping a few times, then turned and smiled, "Young Master Chu, let's go ashore!"

Chu Bawang said, "Abi, why don't you call me Brother Chu? Don't call me 'Young Master,' it's too formal!"

Abi hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Chu,"

her voice so soft it was almost inaudible, softer than a mosquito's buzz.

Chu Bawang laughed, "Abi, this is where you and your sisters live, right?

And that room called 'Qin Yun' is your boudoir, am I right?"

Abi asked in surprise, "How did you know?"

Chu Bawang laughed, "I guessed." Seeing Abi's puzzled look, Chu Bawang explained, "This place is quiet and secluded, the houses are simple yet elegant. Knowing Murong Fu's character, he certainly wouldn't live in such a house. Most importantly, his residence must have a training ground, and there's no open space here. So I guessed this must be a women's room. And didn't you just say you were Murong Fu's zither-playing maid?

So I guessed 'Qin Yun' is Abi's boudoir, am I right?"

"Brother Chu is so clever."

Abi admired Chu Bawang more and more, her bright eyes sparkling, her heart gradually falling for him without her realizing it.

"By the way, my lady Abi, where's your 'sweetheart'?

Take me to see him quickly! I really want to know what kind of talented young man has captured my lady Abi's heart!" Chu Bawang looked expectant, but inwardly he was thinking: Let's see where you're going to find a sweetheart for me. Judging by the time, Murong Fu is probably a general in the First-Class Hall now, right?

Hehe, Chu Bawang just wanted to tease Abi.

"Ah?

Oh!"

Abi then remembered the purpose of bringing Chu Bawang to Yanziwu, and responded absentmindedly. When she came to her senses, her little face turned rosy, almost dripping with water. She was so charming! She didn't have a sweetheart at all. She thought: Brother Chu, why are you bringing up the sore spot? I thought he had forgotten about it.

She had no choice but to change the subject temporarily, saying, "Ah, Brother Chu, you must be hungry after rowing for so long. Let me get you some snacks. Our pastries here are delicious; you'll definitely like them."

Abi hurried off to get the snacks, muttering to herself the whole way, "What to do?

What to do?

What am I going to do?" It was all

Chu Bawang's fault for acting so pitiful; she couldn't bear it and nodded in agreement. Now she regretted it but had no one to confide in.

"Abi, my wife, what are you saying? What do you mean

, 'what to do'?

Are you hiding something from me?"

Chu Bawang asked casually, though inwardly he was already laughing his head off. Abi was so funny; of course he knew what she was worried about.

When Abi brought the pastries, she hadn't yet figured out how to conjure up her beloved. Even as she stood before Chu Bawang, she was still muttering, "What should I do?" Chu Bawang picked up a pastry, took a small bite, and found it bursting with flavor, leaving a lingering fragrance in his mouth—truly a superior pastry.

The four pastries were rose pine nut candy, poria cocos soft cake, jadeite sweet cake, and lotus root starch and ham dumplings, each exquisitely shaped, seemingly not made for eating, but for display.

"Ah, it's nothing, I'll make you some tea,"

Abi quickly changed the subject, afraid her thoughts would be discovered.

King Bawang of Chu picked up his teacup, a fragrant aroma wafting out. Lifting the lid, he saw tiny, dark green tea leaves floating in the pale green tea, like tiny beads covered in fine down. He blurted out, "Biluochun?"

"What Biluochun?"

Abi, who was racking her brains trying to conjure up a lover, was startled by King Bawang's interruption. Remembering her earlier distraction, and unsure what he meant, she was afraid he would see through her thoughts, so she could only ask vaguely.

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