[Wuxia] I'm Really Not the Senior Disciple Brother

Her name is Ling Hao. Her surname, Ling, originated from the Linghu family line, slowly changing over time. Although her surname and given name are unusual, Ling Hao felt that everything else about...

Chapter 50 Invitation Chapter 50 Invitation

Chapter 50 Invitation Chapter 50 Invitation

Chapter Fifty: Invitation

After exchanging pleasantries, Zhu Xi had someone take Xiao Shiyilang and Feng Siniang to the interview. Clearly, she was in a hurry to get revenge and didn't even have time to entertain her guests, though she did remember to ask Lu Xiaofeng to take care of them.

Clearly, these two people knew each other very well, and their tone suggested they were almost too familiar with each other. Ling Hao's gaze swept over Lu Xiaofeng.

"No." As if he knew what Ling Hao was thinking, Lu Xiaofeng showed an expression of disbelief. "That girl and I are just brothers. At most, we can add that she is my creditor. There is nothing else."

Over the years, countless people have been misunderstood, and now he can tell what someone is thinking just by looking at their expression. "Besides, Zhu Xi and the Hua family are close friends, and she might become the Hua family's daughter-in-law in the future."

He met Zhu Xi through Hua Manlou, but they seemed to be incompatible, always arguing after only a few words, which always required Hua Manlou to mediate. Although they had some brotherly affection and friendship, nothing more.

Lu Xiaofeng considered himself a person with strong principles, so why did others always assume he had no principles?

In response to Lu Xiaofeng's question, Ling Hao forced a smile. "It's precisely because you often lack any sense of boundaries that people can't see that you have any, that people misunderstand you as having no boundaries." The words were a bit convoluted, but still understandable.

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

His eyes had turned into dead fish eyes. "Thank you so much for your trust, my good brother."

"You're welcome, my dear sister," Ling Hao replied with a smile.

Gongzi Mingyue glanced at Ling Hao, then at Lu Xiaofeng, and gritted his teeth. "Ah Hao, how did you meet this Master Lu?" He addressed him as Master Lu, but his eyes were fixed on Ling Hao, ignoring both of them.

Although he wasn't as averse to A-Hao's friends as he imagined, he still felt a gnawing pain in his heart when A-Hao's attention wasn't on him. Gongzi Mingyue desperately wanted A-Hao's gaze to stay on him, but he dared not say it aloud, and could not say it directly, so he could only try to subtly hint at it.

“I dug him out of the pit, isn’t that interesting?” Ling Hao was unaware of Gongzi Mingyue’s little scheme. He asked, and she told him.

But Lu Xiaofeng sensed something was off; the tone was sour, as if he'd drunk a vat of vinegar. However… his smile became somewhat meaningful. These two, one unaware of their own ignorance, the other oblivious. Interesting. He'd wait and see what kind of changes would occur between them, hahaha.

"Lu Xiaofeng, why are you making such a lewd smile?" Ling Hao had just finished telling Gongzi Mingyue how she met Lu Xiaofeng when she turned around and saw Lu Xiaofeng with a strange smile, which made her feel a little uneasy.

"What nonsense are you spouting?" Lu Xiaofeng retorted. "My smile has always been considered warm and cheerful, how is it lewd?"

“Just now, it was extremely lewd.” Ling Hao nodded to show that his idea was correct. “If I carried a mirror with me, I could let you see whether your smile was lewd or not.”

Honestly, the fact that she didn't get goosebumps shows how mentally strong she is, okay?

Lu Xiaofeng: "..."

I was thinking of giving those two idiots a hint, but now I think I'll pass. "Hmph!"

Ling Hao twitched her lips. "Stop humming. When other people hum, it's cute and charming. When you hum, it's scary."

Lu Xiaofeng retorted, "That's prejudice."

"So you want someone cute and charming?" Ling Hao asked back.

Lu Xiaofeng was speechless.

"Ah Hao, I..."

"Boom—!"

Just as Gongzi Mingyue was about to say something, he heard a clap of thunder in the sky and immediately felt a shiver run through his body.

"What's wrong? Are you scared?" Linghao noticed Gongzi Mingyue's unusual behavior immediately and asked with concern.

Gongzi Mingyue was about to say no, but seeing her worried gaze on him, he changed his mind. "I... I wasn't scared, I just felt a little palpitated." He wasn't lying; he really did feel a little palpitated.

For some reason, the thunder, which was unusual on ordinary days, made him feel uneasy and afraid today. He didn't know what he was afraid of, but he was just afraid.

"Then let's go back first." Linghao reached out and helped Gongzi Mingyue up.

They had indeed stayed at an inn before, but after deciding to stay in Jinan for a while longer, they found a courtyard to live in instead. This was, of course, arranged by the poetess they had never met; it was a quiet place amidst the hustle and bustle, and quite spacious, perfect for her to keep her young master at home.

Now Linghao feels there's another advantage: it allows Mingyue to get a proper rest, so she won't be disturbed and won't get a good rest.

"Lu Xiaofeng, we're leaving now. See you next time." Ling Hao told Lu Xiaofeng her current address, and then helped Gongzi Mingyue walk out.

Seeing Linghao's concern for him, Gongzi Mingyue felt a pang of unease, but mostly joy. He knew that the person Linghao cared about most was him, not anyone else. Thinking this, he glanced at Lu Xiaofeng.

"Okay, see you next time." Lu Xiaofeng watched the two figures leave, then stroked his chin. How to put it... he always felt that Young Master Mingyue carried the scent of tea, though he didn't know why.

Back in the courtyard, the guard waiting at the gate brought over an invitation and then withdrew. He wasn't stupid; the young master clearly didn't like them hanging around in front of your beautiful young lady, so he must have done his job and left to avoid being remembered.

Because of the poetry girl, they all knew one thing: It's not about being remembered for what you do; the worst thing is being remembered for doing something poorly. The guard always kept this in mind, so he silently withdrew.

"What is this?" Although Gongzi Mingyue was curious, he didn't go over to take a look. He knew that this should be an invitation sent to Linghao, but she hadn't agreed, so he didn't dare to look.

"It was sent by the Shen family." Ling Hao handed it to Gongzi Mingyue, then helped him inside. "They said it was some kind of tea party and invited me, but I don't know how to drink tea, so I don't really want to go. It's strange, why did they send me an invitation?" It's not that she doesn't know how to drink tea, it's that she doesn't know how to describe the feeling and process in detail. She only knows two things: whether it tastes good or not.

As for the fact that the Shen family's invitation had been sent here, Linghao wasn't surprised. She and Mingyue hadn't concealed their whereabouts; anyone with a bit of ability could easily find out where they lived, so there was nothing strange about it. What she found strange was why the Shen family had sent her an invitation.

“Ah Hao is now quite famous in the martial arts world. It would be a loss of vision for the Shen family not to invite you.” Young Master Mingyue waved the invitation in his hand. “Besides, it’s said to be for tea, but it’s actually for setting up a fighting arena. It’s just not something we can say outright.”

"A martial arts contest?" Ling Hao suddenly understood. "I know, the Deer-Slaying Knife."

A note from the author:

----------------------

Lu Xiaofeng: Hands on hips watching the play