Chapter 282 The Martial World (30)
"Do I need you to support me?" Gu Yanjing sneered, glancing at Lu Lingjun.
"No need, no need. I want His Majesty to support me. After all, I am His Majesty's Empress, the master of the vast Vermilion Bird Palace. Surely His Majesty can't even afford to support an Empress."
Lu Lingjun smiled and gave in, buying Gu Yanjing a bag of winter melon candy from a roadside vendor. It was sweet and Gu Yanjing really liked it.
"Heh, I can not only support the Empress, but also several more concubines."
The rules of the celestial realm have always stipulated that one should be with only one person for life. Many immortals, after finding a partner, would also seek out some beautiful young fairies to keep, and their partners would generally turn a blind eye.
As time goes by, no one can guarantee that they will only have that one person. Maybe one day they'll hit it off and break up peacefully.
"Jiaojiao seems to have forgotten what I said. I said that Jiaojiao's hands can only touch me, and only I can touch them. If Jiaojiao wants someone else, she should see if I can agree."
Lu Lingjun shook his head, not directly stopping him, but the threat in his words was obvious.
"You've gone too far," Gu Yan said, frowning.
"Jiaojiao, can't you see that I'm being spoiled?"
Lu Lingjun reached out and took Gu Yanjing's hand, feeding him the half-eaten osmanthus cake that Gu Yanjing was about to put in his mouth. As if that wasn't enough, he brought his mouth close to Gu Yanjing's lips and scooped up a few crumbs of osmanthus from the corner of his mouth.
Seeing the stiffness on Gu Yanjing's face, Lu Lingjun smiled broadly.
"Are you crazy? We're outside." Gu Yanjing's face was burning red. She slapped Lu Lingjun across the face, grabbed a palm-leaf fan from a nearby stall to cover her face, and also to block the gazes prying from all directions.
Does Lu Lingjun want to die?
“We are Daoist partners, what are you afraid of, Vermilion Bird?” Lu Lingjun tossed two copper coins onto the stall next to him and paid the bill.
"What am I afraid of? I'm afraid you'll be drowned in a pig cage, you know? Causing trouble for your elders is punishable." Gu Yanjing covered his face with a fan and went into a quiet alley.
"I'm not afraid of being drowned in a pig cage, as long as Zhuque recognizes me, that's enough. It will give me a proper status before I die." Lu Lingjun glanced at the empty alley, then reached out and pulled Gu Yanjing, who was walking in front of him, into his arms.
"Lu Lingjun, I've noticed you've been going too far lately." Gu Yanjing, held tightly in Lu Lingjun's arms, thought of something and his face darkened.
"Where did I go too far? Zhuque and I are Daoist partners. We are close, and there's nothing excessive about it." Lu Lingjun lowered his head and kissed Gu Yanjing's cheek, his hand tightly holding Gu Yanjing's wrist.
He could feel the veins on his wrist as he touched it; it was frighteningly thin.
"Let go." Gu Yanjing struggled against Lu Lingjun's restraint, his face pale.
He remembered that Lu Lingjun had also been in the alley last time.
"Vermilion Bird, let me see your body." Lu Lingjun didn't let go, but instead formed a seal to seal Gu Yanjing and tore open Gu Yanjing's collar.
Half an hour later, Gu Yan came out with a cold face, and Lu Lingjun followed slowly behind, with two very symmetrical handprints on his face.
"Still angry." Lu Lingjun tugged at Gu Yanjing's sleeve, like a timid wife.
This cute little face made Gu Yanjing feel like a scumbag.
Gu Yanjing remained silent, pulled back his sleeve, and walked straight ahead.
The two of them remained frozen in place until evening, looking as if they had been arguing.
The moment Nan Wan'er saw the two of them, she immediately pulled Zhang Ling'er to the side.
Poor Tuntian was just about to pull his wife away when she ran off with another woman without even turning her head.
Damn.
That's a bit heartbreaking.
Tuntian moved uncomfortably to the side, not daring to provoke these two.
"What's wrong with Master? Did you quarrel with Master's wife?" Zhang Ling'er huddled in a corner and whispered to Nan Wan'er.
Although they knew that neither telepathy nor whispering could hide it from these two.
After all, Zhang Ling'er never suffered a loss with Lu Lingjun, and she always dared to do so.
What does retribution matter? The real important thing is to enjoy the moment.
"Judging from the situation, it seems that Lu Lingjun has unilaterally offended His Majesty." Nan Wan'er looked at Gu Yanjing sitting there and Lu Lingjun sticking to him, and reached out her paw to grab a handful of melon seeds on the table.
Watching a play is definitely more enjoyable with sunflower seeds.
Gu Congxin flew over from the courtesan opposite, flapping her wings, with a pink flower in her claws, like the kind a woman wears in her hair.
He had just gone to the opposite courtesan's boat to see which courtesan was the most beautiful that day, and before leaving, he casually stole the hairpin from that courtesan's head.
"Your Majesty, I have brought you a flower." Gu Congxin placed the flower in front of Gu Yanjing.
"Where did this come from?" Gu Yanjing's face was still gloomy, as if everyone owed him thousands of dollars.
"This was taken from the head of the woman across the way who was wearing the most beautiful outfit. I don't think it looks as good on her as it does on His Majesty." Gu Congxin put the flower down and placed it on the table.
Then, Gu Congxin was captured by Gu Yanjing, thrown out by Gu Yanjing, and fell into the water.
With a plop, the flower he brought back was also taken away.
Nan Wan'er and Zhang Ling'er clenched their little hands and couldn't help but tremble together.
Waaah, Your Majesty's methods are so cruel and heartless, I love them so much.
After waiting a while, the madams of the courtesan's boat across the street started to come out and tell everyone the rules for the day, which were nothing more than money, seeing who could give the most money.
There were people specifically assigned to keep track of the girls' performances, counting the total number of performers and how much each person received.
This isn't just simple record-keeping; it's an account book. Money will be collected based on the amounts recorded in this book, and the one with the most silver will be the top courtesan.
The top courtesan was originally a cash cow for her mother, so if a selection was to be made, it certainly wouldn't be based on looks, but on the ability to earn money.
Gu Yanjing listened to the rules casually, while Lu Lingjun, still acting like a submissive wife, peeled melon seeds and walnuts for Gu Yanjing.
"Zhuque, eat more to nourish your body."
Gu Yanjing didn't move, looking at a painted boat that was approaching from the side. The boat was decorated very luxuriously and didn't look like an ordinary boat.
Sure enough, after a while, a small head popped out of the boat. It was a handsome young man with delicate features, looking at Gu Yanjing with curiosity.
Gu Yanjing's face was still fierce. Although she was beautiful, she looked rather un-human today because she was too beautiful.
The young man was startled and quickly shrank into the cabin, closing the window behind him.
Lu Lingjun also saw it and chuckled, "This little emperor is really timid."
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan'er looked curiously at the cabin with its windows tightly closed: "Is that the emperor over there? How did you tell?"
"Isn't it obvious right away?" Zhang Ling'er leaned against Nan Wan'er and moved to the side.
The gaze of someone next to her was too intense; she couldn't bear it.
Damn it, so what if I stole one of his wives? At worst, she'll get a husband and I'll just give him one back.
Anyway, she's the kind of person who plans to marry eighteen husbands.
"How come you all noticed it so quickly? Why couldn't I?" Nan Wan'er pouted, pointing to her nose and crying.
She seemed like the only useless person there.
Gu Congxin: Be more confident, and let go of your feelings.
"This is what is called the art of reading faces and observing auras. I will teach you slowly when I have time later." Zhang Ling'er thought for a moment, took out a book, and stuffed it into Nan Wan'er's arms: "This is a book. Take a look at it first. Maybe you are so intelligent that you will learn it after reading it."
Tuntian weakly raised his hand: "Actually, I know how to do this too. How about I teach you?"
Upon hearing this, Nan Wan'er turned around fiercely and glared at Tun Tian: "Are you saying I'm stupid, that I can't learn it myself, and that I need you to teach me?"
Devouring Heaven: "...I am not my **, don't talk nonsense."
Damn it, I can't lose my will to survive for a second, otherwise Nanwan will kill me anytime, anywhere.
On the pleasure boat, several girls had already come out to perform, but Gu Yanjing didn't take a liking to any of them. Lu Lingjun, on the other hand, was introducing the instruments the girls played and the songs they sang to Gu Yanjing.
"This person sings well. Look, do you want me to call them over and sing a little tune for you?"
"That pipa player is also quite good; his technique is very skillful."
"Hey, that dancer is pretty good too, she has a graceful figure, why don't we call her over to take a look?"
......
Lu Lingjun kept nagging on the side, making Gu Yanjing's head ache. He couldn't help but scold her in an unfriendly tone, "Shut up."
Lu Lingjun's eyes lit up: "Zhuque, you've finally paid attention to me."
Gu Yan was startled: "...Shut up." It's so noisy.
People emerged from the pleasure boat next to them, not just one or two, but a group of thirteen.
Leading the group were the young emperor and Mo Lanzhi. Closest to them was a white-faced, beardless old eunuch who looked extremely cunning. The dozen or so men in black behind them were probably the secret guards.
Mo Lanzhi met Gu Yanjing's gaze, bowed to Gu Yanjing, cleared his throat, and then spoke.
"Many thanks to Lord Feng for saving my life that day."
He came today for two things: one was to thank Gu Yanjing, and the other was to find Qing Rong, the director.
No one knows how his brother found out he was still alive. He actually thought he didn't know about the matter and treated him like a fool. So he sent Qingrong out again and arranged a pitiful past for him.
As for that truly pitiful person, they've probably long since turned into a handful of dust underground.
Mo Lanzhi couldn't help but sneer at this thought.
Gu Yanjing saw it and was extremely disgusted: "If you're not sincere, there's no need to come and pretend to thank me. Get lost."
He has a temper too, you know.
Mo Lanzhi was filled with questions. What had she done?
"Grand Preceptor, you just made a mocking remark," the young emperor tugged at Mo Lanzhi's sleeve and whispered a reminder.
Mo Lanzhi's face stiffened: "I'm not my sister, I..."
The young emperor replied, "You have no way to defend yourself."
Mo Lanzhi: "...Your Majesty still needs to learn more idioms."
The little emperor stuck out his tongue, looking quite arrogant.
Gu Yanjing ignored them and asked Lu Lingjun to arrange for some girls to come over.
The flower boats are too far away, they're not interesting to see. It's better to have some fun on my own.
Lu Lingjun immediately dispatched his men from Fengming Sect who were on several painted boats nearby to handle the matter, and they quickly brought the person over to Gu Yanjing.
Moreover, these were all girls whom Lu Lingjun had just commented on, and they also had the reputation of the Fengming Sect, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to call all these people.
Seeing that things were getting lively at Gu Yanjing's place, Mo Lanzhi had someone tidy up and set up a table outside, bringing over wine and dishes, and joined in the fun with Gu Yanjing.
Nan Wan'er and Zhang Ling'er were even happier to see the pretty young lady than the handsome young man. They were too lazy to move, so they took the wine and food and sat on the ground, watching the young lady dance while clapping and drinking.
"That girl is so pretty, her waist is so slim, I love her." Nan Wan'er liked to make lewd remarks when she drank, grabbing Zhang Ling'er with one hand and pointing at a dancing girl with the other.
That young lady was performing the Hu Xuan dance from the Western Regions. Her slender waist was exposed, and she was so beautiful that people wanted to touch her.
"Try to control yourself, you're drooling." After saying that, he couldn't help but wipe his own drool.
Waaaaah, I really want to touch that waist.
"You're talking like you didn't drool. Ahhh, that lady playing the pipa has such beautiful hands, so white and long, I really want to touch them." Nan Wan'er covered her mouth and swallowed.
I'm so eager.
It looks good, I want it.
"Ahhh, take it easy! That lady is looking over here, I'm so shy." Zhang Ling'er blushed instantly when the lady playing the pipa smiled at her, and shyly buried her face in Nan Wan'er's arms.
The group of grown men present were nowhere near as excited as the two women sitting on the ground.
Indeed, women always prefer other women.
Gu Yanjing's head throbbed from the incessant chatter. He turned to look at the two women sitting to the side and said, "Keep your voice down."
Lu Lingjun: "Did you hear that? Keep your voice down."
Nan Wan'er and Zhang Ling'er immediately shut up, silently turned their backs, and stuck out their tongues.
However, when they turned around and saw the smile the young lady was giving them, they couldn't help but be captivated again.
Oh my god, those girls are so pretty! I want to~
Over there, the courtesan election on the pleasure boat was still underway, but it was already coming to an end. The last woman, dressed in white and wearing a white veil, had her face partially obscured, making it difficult to see clearly, yet making people even more eager to find out more.
She's a beauty.
You can tell she's a beauty just by looking at those bright, expressive eyes.
"Imperial Preceptor, is this the woman you often talk about?" The young emperor couldn't help but glance at the white-clad girl playing the zither.
Ever since he met Mo Lanzhi half a century ago, he had often heard Mo Lanzhi say that women were all bad, especially beautiful women.
In Mo Lanzhi's case, the term "beautiful woman" specifically refers to Qing Rong.
Now he's almost afraid to be around women; what if one tries to scam or cheat him?
Oh no, I've been completely smitten by the Imperial Advisor's gynophobia.
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