Chapter 422 A Forced Kiss of Junior Sister, A Gift from the Three Pure Ones
The rouge on the woman's lips was delicious, but unfortunately, it came with a knife.
His mouth, which had been fragrant, now tasted of rust. Ouyang Rong leaned back, trying to escape, but Xie Lingjiang held him tightly.
Inside the garden, the two, who had recently been arguing and giving each other the cold shoulder, were now pressed close together, face to face, holding each other's heads, their bodies leaning towards Ouyang Rong's back.
At such close range, Ouyang Rong couldn't see Xie Lingjiang's expression, but their eyes met, and he saw a pair of clear, bright eyes.
Her eyes were red-rimmed, and there was a sob in her throat, as if she was grinding her teeth in hatred.
"you……"
Upon seeing the blood, Ouyang Rong was both angry and amused. He was no longer intimidated and lunged forward, fiercely biting back.
Xie Lingjiang's eyes widened immediately.
It started that her waist became more and more bent and lower. Fortunately, she had practiced martial arts and internal energy since childhood, so her waist was very flexible, slender and without any excess fat. This made it easy for Ouyang Rong to counterattack and bully her at will, pressing her down into an upside-down willow.
"Mmm..."
"Mmm...mmm..."
At this moment, Ouyang Rong no longer had any intention of eating the rouge; he only wanted to teach it a lesson.
They dare to bite people? That's outrageous!
So his rough, large hands were never idle...
Xie Lingjiang initially resisted fiercely, but unfortunately, women's bodies are more sensitive than men's, and she lacked Ouyang Rong's experience. As a result, her initial struggle gradually weakened, like the solid ice of the North Sea melting into a pool of spring water in the South. In the end, her slight struggle and resistance became more like a shy voice that wanted to refuse but hesitated, adding to someone's enjoyment.
Only the occasional widening of Xie's eyes could vaguely reveal someone's heinous crimes.
The wind rustled through the treetops, bending the branches, and only the sound of breathing grew heavier beneath the trees.
After some strange noises, the wind stopped, and it became quiet under the trees.
At some point, their bodies, which had been pressed together like conjoined twins, separated.
I'm exhausted from all this fuss.
Ouyang Rong leaned against the tree, a blade of grass between his teeth, a finger twirling the loose black hair of the beauty in his arms, his cracked lips occasionally catching his breath.
Xie Lingjiang nestled in his arms, burying her face in his chest, remaining motionless and breathing slightly. She would occasionally turn her head down, as if wiping the tears and snot from the corners of her lips and eyes with his shirt.
Her clothes, covering her broad chest, seemed a little disheveled. Every now and then, she would raise her hand to slap away a mischievous hand that reached in. Without even looking up, she would bite the wet, wrinkled fabric of his shirt, as if biting into his flesh to vent her anger.
The two embraced and spent some time together, the atmosphere becoming somewhat tranquil.
Ouyang Rong said helplessly, "Still not vented your anger? Hiss..."
He touched the corner of his lips, glanced at it, and the bloodstains made him furious, but he didn't dare to vent his anger on her.
"You owe me money," she said in a muffled voice.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but ask, "What are you going to compensate us for?"
After a moment of silence, she spoke in a weak, mosquito-like voice: "Pay me back my rouge, pay me back my undergarment, pay me back my saliva, pay me back my cleanliness, pay me back my innocence, pay me back so much... You, Ouyang Lianghan, tell me what you can give me in return, you... you bastard, waaaaah."
Ouyang Rong thought intently for a moment, then suggested, "How about repaying me with your body? I'm actually willing to do anything..."
"You wish!"
Xie Lingjiang laughed in exasperation, blurting out a few snot bubbles that accidentally escaped her lips. She quickly buried her pretty face in his chest, pretending nothing had happened, but then angrily punched his waist a few times, still unable to vent her anger.
Ouyang Rong suppressed a laugh, pressed his advantage, and said in a serious tone:
"Junior sister, I was wrong a few days ago. I apologize, reflect on my mistakes, and will correct them."
"Hmph." The buzzing nasal sound was endearingly innocent.
Ouyang Rong lowered his voice: "But I really didn't drink any tea at the time..."
“I know you didn’t drink it,” she said.
"Then why are you angry..."
I won't tell you.
"Could it be because my aunt warned me about something? And I just happened to do it?"
"Yes and no."
"What exactly is that?"
"I'm not telling you." She paused, then her voice became flushed and anxious: "You, take your hand away."
"I won't take it if you don't tell me, hehe, little lady, you've entered my den of thieves, and you still want to escape..."
"Take it away, it itches, I'll talk, I'll talk, take it away... giggle... it's so itchy."
"Okay, I won't move it. You go first." This is a bargaining tactic.
Xie Lingjiang buried her face in his arms, remained quiet for a while, and then said shyly:
"If... if I said that normally I could understand and tolerate it, but I was just in a bad mood those few days and couldn't control my emotions, so I got angry and then became a little obsessed. The more I thought about it, the more wronged I felt, and that's why I got angry for no reason and didn't want to talk to you. Would you... would you think I'm childish and immature?"
Ouyang Rong frowned: "Then definitely..." He nodded vigorously: "No way."
"really?"
"I'd be a dog if I lied to you. Everyone has emotions. Besides, I'm often busy and can't spend much time with you, but I know that my junior sister is very, very good to me. She's given me everything she should and understood everything she should. She's so virtuous and polite, what more could I ask for?"
"Occasional little mood swings are actually quite endearing. You know, if two people are always perfectly respectful and considerate of each other, and can predict each other's behavior patterns, wouldn't it be monotonous and boring, losing the initial novelty and fun of being together?"
“There’s some truth to that, but…”
Xie Lingjiang's tone suddenly became a little embarrassed:
"But that's just because you're tolerant. To outsiders, I really wasn't mature enough this time. I couldn't control my emotions and threw a tantrum. I don't know why, but these past few days I haven't been as well-mannered as a daughter of the Xie family. If my aunt knew, she would definitely scold me."
Xie Lingjiang began to review her actions and realized that her sulking behavior contradicted the upbringing she had received from the noble ladies of the five prominent families. She became increasingly agitated as she spoke, finally raising her tear-streaked face, her voice trembling with emotion:
"Have I been too much these past few days, interfering with your important matters? You're not annoyed, are you? I... I wasn't like this before, I won't do it again, I won't throw tantrums, okay..."
She gripped his sleeve tightly.
Ouyang Rong was taken aback, and looked down to meet his junior sister's guilty gaze.
The woman in red had red eyes and looked pitiful.
"Actually, I'm a little scared. What if I lose control again next time and do it like this again... Senior Brother, could you please bear with me for a little while? Just wait patiently for me to calm down. Once I realize I was wrong, I'll definitely make it up to you and let you feel better, okay..."
"Don't say things like that."
Ouyang Rong reached out and covered Xie Lingjiang's pouting red lips, shaking his head:
"This isn't just your problem, it's the problem of both of us. There's nothing to apologize for."
“We can make a pact: if we ever argue again, and if you get upset and start brooding, I won’t say anything, I’ll just hug and kiss you to wake you up.”
Xie Lingjiang chuckled, then quickly stopped, tilting her head and asking seriously, "What if you become obsessed?"
"I'm obsessed... Hmm, let me think... Just say, 'How about I make you some noodles?' Yeah, when I hear that, even if I'm angry, I'll soften. What do you think?"
"Hmm." Xie Lingjiang tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said suspiciously, "Why do I feel like I'm going to suffer a loss no matter what?"
With a serious expression, Ouyang Rong raised his hand and gently brushed the stray hairs from her delicate face behind her rounded earlobes.
"No way. Look, you can control me with just one sentence. As for actually going to eat noodles, you can turn your back on me anytime and hold me accountable."
“I can’t do that. I have to use words and actions to get results. You might have to kick me like you did today when you bit me, and I’ll get kicked for nothing. Who can I complain to then? Even an upright official can’t settle family disputes. Aren’t I the one who’s more tired?”
"Alright then." Xie Lingjiang nodded reluctantly.
Ouyang Rong smiled broadly, and Xie Lingjiang chuckled as well, trying to regain her composure and patting him on the shoulder.
The two looked at each other for a moment, then Ouyang Rong took the initiative to ask:
"Junior sister, have you been having something on your mind lately?"
How did you know?
"Your mood doesn't just go bad for no reason. There's been a clue. What is it? Would you mind telling me?"
Xie Lingjiang hesitated for a moment:
“What’s inconvenient about it? Actually, ever since I returned from the last inspection of Dragon City, I’ve been preparing to break through to the next realm. I can’t keep letting you take them all down with one sword. But I don’t know if I’ve become stupid, I just can’t seem to find the right opportunity to break through to the seventh rank…”
"Well, even at the sixth rank, you might still be destined to be one-shotted with a single sword strike, as long as you activate the Origin Divine Power like at Da Gushan..." Ouyang Rong muttered to himself, but encouraged her aloud:
“I can only be the sixth one, setting up traps and scheming against people. Without craftsmanship, or in close combat, I can’t beat you with one hand…” He paused, glancing at his junior sister who was limp like a koala in his arms: “Okay, except for this situation.”
Ouyang Rong felt that even with his junior sister lying in his arms, she couldn't beat him with just one hand.
Xie Lingjiang bit her lip, not joking with him, and said with a worried expression:
"I may be stuck in a dead end. The book-turner, the book-turner... I seem to be doing not well enough. Maybe I haven't read enough books. But lately, every time I turn to a book, I think of someone. I can't concentrate. I'm restless and don't know what to do."
Ouyang Rong seemed to be deep in thought:
"The one who turns the pages, as for how to break the mirror, reading all the books is not as good as having no books at all, like this..."
"What? Senior brother has come up with a good idea?" Xie Lingjiang's expression lit up with hope.
The young man in the white fox fur coat suddenly looked up and said solemnly:
"The book-turner Xie Lingjiang, I am your book-tearer. Tell me where you want to start tearing... It seems this gentleman has no choice but to break his vow today."
With a sigh, he reached out his devilish claws.
Xie Lingjiang: "...??"
...
In the Xunyang Prince's Mansion, by the lake, lies a quiet and secluded boudoir.
Cai Shou went downstairs and ordered the maids to leave, sending them all away. The round-faced maid also went out, leaving only a certain young lady who liked to be alone to read and take a nap.
On the second floor, in a study with a plaque that reads "Meiyingzhai," Li Guo'er, still wearing the elegant high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) she was wearing after returning from a meeting, lay on her side on a chaise longue by the window, her hand behind her back, eyes lowered, yawning, and turning the pages of a book with one hand.
A Taoist priest with a sword appeared at the door of the study, calmly walked into the outer hall, and was separated from the little princess with plum blossom makeup who was lazily reading in the warm pavilion inside by a beaded curtain.
Li Guo'er didn't even lift her eyelids and said, "You're quite bold, daring to trespass into this princess's study."
Lu Ya shook his head: "I didn't break in; Her Highness the Princess tacitly approved."
"Is there something you need, Daoist Master?"
"have."
"important?"
"important."
"What important matter cannot be discussed in front of my father and brothers? Come here in private."
Lu Ya lowered his eyes and did not answer.
Silently, she took out a jade box and a wooden box from her sleeve and gently placed them on the table.
If Ouyang Rong were to see the wooden box, he would surely find it familiar, as it resembles the pill box that contained the black dragon, yet they are not entirely the same, due to the different material of the nanmu wood.
"These two golden pills were given to Your Highness by the headmaster of the Taiqing Sect."
"This precious pill was entrusted to me by the Jade Purity Sect Leader to be given to Your Highness... It is a small token of our appreciation from the Three Mountains of Talismans, and we hope Your Highness will accept it with a smile."
Li Guo'er didn't even glance at the gifts on the table outside. She remained lazily lying on the soft couch behind the beaded curtain, turning a page of her book.
Why send me instead of my father and brothers?
Lu Ya seemed not to hear, and continued speaking to himself:
"Before Master passed away, the abbots of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain and the Ancestral Hall on Gezao Mountain were all by his bedside. In front of everyone, Master performed the final divination by spirit writing in his life..."
"Oh, what kind of divination?"
With her book buried in her chest, Li Guo'er's little face was full of interest. The prophetic message from the spirit writing that led her to "meet a benefactor" was given to her by this mysterious old fortune teller.
Lu Ya was silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "The aura of an emperor resides in Jiangzhou."
Li Guo'er chuckled softly and looked out the window.
Lu Ya lowered his eyes.
She spoke slowly, "No specifics? Who?"
"I don't know. After Master said the following words, only a few sect leaders remained by the bedside, while I stood outside the door holding the seal."
"It doesn't matter anymore, who else could it be but my father and brothers?"
As she said this, Li Guo'er's eyes lingered on Lu Ya's face through the gap in the beaded curtain. The latter remained expressionless, silent, and his expression showed no subtle change.
She smiled faintly, her clear and melodious voice like jade beads falling onto a plate:
"So, you Three Pure Ones really believe in this stuff?"
Lu Ya said seriously, "I don't believe in divination, I believe in my master."
Li Guo'er suddenly sneered: "The divination your master performed for this princess hasn't come true yet."
Lu Ya lowered his head: "I don't know."
Li Guo'er stepped out from behind the beaded curtain, her gaze falling on the two pill boxes on the table.
She opened each door a crack and peeked inside.
The pill box given by the sect leader of Taiqing Longhu Mountain had a faint, strange stench emanating from it, and a gust of wind seemed to rise from the empty table.
The pill box given by the sect leader of Yuqing Pavilion on Zaoshan Mountain was filled with a pleasant medicinal fragrance, which brought peace to people's minds.
The two kinds of pills, their specific uses are unknown.
Before Li Guo'er could ask any questions, she closed the elixir box and spoke in a soft, melodious voice:
"You said you brought a small token of your appreciation from the Three Pure Ones and Three Mountains. These are gifts from Taiqing and Yuqing. What about the tokens of appreciation from Shangqing and Maoshan? What will you give me and my family?"
The Taoist priest stood silently with his sword on his back, saying nothing, yet it was as if he had said everything.
Li Guo'er smiled: "What rank are you, Daoist?"
"Sixth rank." He paused for a moment, "Last year in Peach Valley, after losing a sword to Xue Zhongzhu, he was not far from the fifth rank."
“Good.” Li Guo’er narrowed her eyes and nodded gently.
Lu Ya's face was expressionless, his eyelids drooping: "Your Highness, what is it? Please give your orders."
"You Taoist priests are quite interesting, completely different from Ouyang Lianghan. He discarded me like a worn-out shoe... How about this, you follow my father and brothers and protect them... Actually, it's the same for you to follow them and follow me. However, you Three Pure Ones are quite capable. I'm in a good mood today. As for what Mr. Yuan's last divination was, I don't care."
“Ouyang Lianghan? How could he have treated His Highness…”
Lu Ya frowned in confusion, but seeing the Plum Blossom Makeup Princess's stunning face suddenly turn cold, he didn't ask any further questions. He continued:
"Very well, I will ensure the safety of Your Highness and the Crown Prince. Besides presenting gifts to Your Highness, there is another matter I have brought to Xunyang..."
"What's up?"
"Looking for someone."
Who is it?
"I do not know either, which is why I am searching for it."
"That evening at my bedside, my master closed his eyes for the last time, pointed to Xunyang, and ordered me to go down the mountain to take on a disciple on his behalf."
(End of this chapter)
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