Dao Chengyi really liked a saying: the more breathtakingly beautiful something is, the more irresistible it is when it is ruined and destroyed.
Looking at the gorgeous and heavily decorated dress, the carefully matched hair ornaments, and the makeup that was more subtle than heavy, Dao Chengyi felt an urge to tear apart this splendor and admire the unknown form of the body beneath the fragments.
However, he appeared content and at ease. In addition, the newly developed "Sorrowful Painting Fan" from Weishitong could spontaneously evoke the melancholy of autumn, giving him an overall air of sadness and sorrow. With this added charm, even Mu Qinghong kept looking at Dao Chengyi with a hint of reminiscence in her eyes.
"Qingyuan has always enjoyed making friends in the martial arts world. He is always eager to help others and spends a lot of money. However, this has not earned him any good reputation. On the contrary, in recent years, the entire Qingmang region and even several surrounding cities have come to know that there is such a foolish and rich young master who is very good at deceiving people."
"If it were just some gold and silver, that would be fine. Although Third Aunt is dead, Father's debt to her is enough to allow Qingyuan to continue living such a leisurely life."
"Can……"
A group of people walked along the road chatting. Dao Chengyi and Mu Qingluo gradually got into the conversation, and their conversation shifted from casual chatter to some heartfelt words.
Dao Chengyi was also aware of the matter she mentioned, and one of the scholars who was first exhumed by Dao Chengyi had the deepest memory of it.
This matter is also related to Qing Teng and the other exiled people. Among them was a remarkable woman who, through some unknown means, captivated many young men of Qing Mang City.
In the end, the third young master won first place and, relying on his status and wealth, obtained the right to enjoy the first incense. But it was just an ordinary story of young men from the Five Tombs vying for gifts.
But who would have thought that this woman of the night would trick the Third Young Master into redeeming her and then run off with more than five thousand taels of silver?
What does five thousand taels mean? Ten taels of silver is all a rich farmer could live on for a year. For a tenant farmer who couldn't even support himself from his land, it was hard to say whether he would even have one tael a year.
Such a price naturally made the Third Young Master a laughing stock at this time. In a fit of anger, the head of the Mu family also stopped all of the Third Young Master's funds and confiscated his assets. Overnight, all of the Third Young Master's guests who used to frequent his place dispersed, except for a few people with whom he had grudges.
"I don't know what happened in the past, but as long as I'm here, the Third Young Master's affairs are my affairs, and I'm willing to do my best."
But there must be some secrets behind it. Given the current state of the Third Young Master, it's hard to imagine that he was really such an ignorant and foolish person before. Could he be a time traveler?
When Dao Cheng thought of this, his mind went blank. "That's right! Could this Third Young Master be a time traveler? And the fact that he's been reading those novels with such relish is also a way of confirming his identity?"
Although the Gu Cauldron didn't detect any attractive power on the other party, what if the other party had a very strong system?
In an instant, Dao Chengyi felt a chilling aura and became somewhat reluctant to go to the Third Young Master's residence. However, the die was cast and he had no choice but to proceed.
"That would be excellent. If you can remember Qingyuan's kindness and not be as shameless as before, then I, your sister, will be very grateful."
"After all, the younger brother and older sister will see each other more often in the future."
He clasped her delicate, fair hands together, and the second young lady, with her charming and slightly alluring face, exhaled a soft, orchid-scented breath. The subtle fragrance of a mature young woman slowly enveloped him, truly making his heart flutter.
"Then I'll let my sister see whether my heart is truly sincere."
He reached out and grasped her hand. The second young lady, Qingluo, did not resist. She just chuckled a few times, her fingers twirling her palm. Then, she drifted away when she arrived at the third young master's residence.
"How does it feel? You seem so reluctant to let go. I thought I would have to break your hand before you could let go."
Seeing Dao Chengyi gazing in the direction Mu Qingluo had left, Mu Qinghong coldly interrupted the momentum of her longing.
"Her skin is like cream, her hands like soft jade, what a beautiful woman! Second Miss, you must also practice martial arts, are you married?"
In the constellation of the Heart, there is actually not much difference in status between men and women. After all, the feminists here are truly feminist, and there are quite a few who are capable fighters. Take the current sage, for example; his ascension to the throne was achieved single-handedly by his mother.
“The Second Miss’s foundation is different from ours. You only need to know that compared to martial arts, the Second Miss is quite talented in management and business.”
"But if you have aspirations, then work hard. No matter how talented you are, it's all for nothing if you don't become a martial artist."
The gap between martial artists and martial masters is difficult to bridge, but the gap between martial masters is not so absolute. Martial marquises can only appear in prefectures, while in a normal county, becoming a martial master is a remarkable achievement. Although Qing Mang's situation is special, his talent in achieving Dao Chengyi is enough to qualify him as a martial master.
"Then let's stay for two years. A beauty is like a daughter's wine; with a little time to settle, the flavor will be even better."
He made no attempt to hide his desires, determined to have this second young lady, Dao Chengyi, who was not only beautiful but also controlled a great deal of resources.
"That confirms what's been circulating outside."
Mu Qinghong sized up Dao Chengyi, who then gave an appropriate smile of interest.
"You like older women, but you're still three or four years away from reaching adulthood. At your age, you should be careful not to overindulge."
"You're young and admired, and besides, is the path of martial arts so narrow? More companionship can be just as expansive. I think you're quite good too."
Dao Chengyi and Mu Qinghong faced each other. At this point, the two were not much different in height. Dao Chengyi, who had already undergone the third stage of martial arts training and received the blessing of the pharmacist, had also developed his potential in martial arts.
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