The bandit leader shook his head slightly, not taking her actions seriously.
Nan Yi was furious and looked down on her. He narrowed his eyes, picked up a small pebble with his toe, and kicked it forward. The pebble went straight for the scarred man who had harassed Nan Yi.
With a scream of pain, Scarface fell off his horse, clutching his nose. He rolled over and quickly got up, only to find his hands covered in blood. Enraged, he rushed to Nan Yi and yelled, "I'll beat you to death, you brat!"
Nan Yi thought to himself, "Perfect timing!" With a flick of his wrist, he lashed out at Scarface with a tree branch, and with a combination of kicks and sweeps, he knocked Scarface to the ground in three moves.
Just as she was feeling smug, a gust of wind suddenly rushed past her ear, and a silver light slashed towards Nan Yi. She turned her head, and the tree branch was already clashing with the bandit leader's longsword. In the midst of the flashing blades, three moves had passed in an instant.
Nan Yi was secretly enjoying the fight and shouted that it was exhilarating. The bandit leader also seemed to have found a worthy opponent, and his moves became increasingly tight and impenetrable.
Yin Tang repeatedly found himself in perilous situations. As Nan Yi dealt with the leader, the other bandits worked in perfect unison and swarmed him. It was already extremely difficult for him to fight against a long sword with short weapons, and Yin Tang's martial arts skills were even more mediocre.
The bandits were quite skilled and experienced in combat; before long, Yinzhen was stabbed in the back.
He heard a muffled groan, and Nan, who had been thoroughly thrashed, turned his head to look. He was immediately terrified and his heart was pounding.
A cold glint flashed behind Yinzhen, who was surrounded by more than ten bandits. With a "whoosh," the blade slid through the air, leaving a trail of crimson.
Yinzhen swayed slightly, his movements faltering, when two more blades slashed down from behind. Nan Yi let out a shrill roar, "A-Tang!"
She feinted, then suddenly leaped forward, throwing a branch at one of the men wielding a knife. She grabbed another blade, kicked away the bandit who was about to finish him off, and wrapped her arms around Yinzhen's waist as she jumped out of the encirclement.
"Yin Tang, it's all my fault no matter what happens to you," Nan Yi reached out and touched the wound on his back. Seeing the blood flowing non-stop, her eyes immediately reddened.
"It's alright, it's alright. Save your tears for when I really die." Yinzhen's face was pale, and he frowned as he looked at the bandits who were gradually surrounding him, still trying to step aside to shield her.
"Nonsense, you won't die when I die." Nan Yi lightly punched him in the chest, glanced at the bandits out of the corner of her eye, and then stomped her foot angrily at them, "Bastards, you're bullying people. If you're so capable, fight one-on-one. What kind of hero wins by outnumbering others?"
Heroes and valiant men, they? The bandits looked at each other, wondering if they were being robbed. The scarred man with blood still on his nose twisted his face as he looked at his leader.
The bandit leader fell into deep thought after hearing the name "Yin Tang" appear on Nan Yi's lips. Where had he heard this name before? It seemed to belong to a rather important person.
"Are we still fighting, boss?"
"...Who is Yinzhen?" the leader asked.
Scarface looked puzzled, frowned, and replied casually, "Isn't it that Ninth Prince?" Seeing his elder brother's dazed expression, even his fighting was half-hearted, he thought that his elder brother must have been quite upset by his sister.
Mountain bandits are unskilled and it's normal for them to be less skilled than others. They rob people because they have more people and fight alone. They're not chivalrous heroes who are obsessed with saving face and suffering for the sake of chivalry.
Seeing that they had all stopped and had no intention of making any more moves, Nan took advantage of their momentary lapse in judgment, led Yin Tang and the others back to their base, and darted into the mountains and forests, disappearing in a few moments.
Inside an inn in Hangzhou, a soft call could be faintly heard, a slightly ambiguous male voice, carrying a captivating and alluring quality.
"Mmm—gently, oh—hiss—gently."
Is this okay?
"Hmm, okay." The man who spoke lay on the bed, his upper body bare, revealing his fair and muscular back. Two wounds were clearly visible on his firm and powerful shoulders and back, with the skin turned outwards, ruining the overall aesthetic.
A pair of slender, delicate hands moved swiftly behind the man, carrying medicine powder and gauze. As her fingertips occasionally touched his body, they caused slight tremors in his muscles, accompanied by soft, slightly heavy breathing.
The Ninth Prince smiled bitterly to himself, thinking it was a sweet torment. Then he thought, thankfully he was lying face down, so no one could see anything wrong with his body.
The owner of the hands didn't notice, thinking she had hurt him, and moved even more gently. Thinking about why he was injured, her eyes welled up with tears again. When she saw him injured, she was terrified and could only run for her life with him. In her panic, she actually ended up in the city.
The Ninth Prince, lost in his own thoughts, suddenly sensed something amiss. Turning his head, he saw Nan Yi with red eyes, silently shedding tears. Panicked, he tried to get up, but the movement aggravated his back wound. He could only grimace and raise one hand to pull Nan Yi closer, but he pulled too hard, causing him to break out in a cold sweat and hiss.
Nan Yi urgently reminded him, "Don't move, or your wound will reopen."
The Ninth Prince grunted in response but ignored him and continued to reach out to explore. Suddenly, he touched something round and soft, and his fingers froze instantly.
*Smack!*
Nan slapped his hand away, angrily scolding, "Where are you touching, you pervert?"
The Ninth Prince was stunned for a moment. Remembering the feeling in his palm, his face instantly turned bright red. He quickly withdrew his hand and whispered that he was sorry.
Neither of them spoke after that, and the atmosphere became somewhat strange. After a while, the Ninth Prince couldn't hold back any longer and awkwardly broke the silence by speaking first, "Nan Yi."
"What are you doing?" the voice asked in a sarcastic tone.
"Nan Yi?"
"Speak your mind, or shut up."
Ninth Prince's lips twitched, speechless. He wondered how the Tong family raised their daughter. Ninth Prince, who had been lost in thought for a while, was about to speak.
She heard her regular breathing and realized that she must be exhausted from her day's work, so she decided not to disturb her sleep any longer.
He quietly moved his head next to her face. Such a peaceful and serene sleeping face was something he could never have dreamed of. So close, his heart and eyes were filled with longing. He couldn't help but press his lips against her soft, warm face, tracing her features. When he wanted more, his tongue had already automatically slipped inside.
Nan Yi felt slightly unwell in her sleep. She pouted her red lips, unconsciously made a "hmm" sound, and licked her lips. Startled, Yin Tang quickly turned his head away and pretended to be asleep. His heart was pounding like a drum, his cheeks were burning, and his breathing was heavy. He could hide it from himself, but he could not hide it from others.
Thinking about her unconscious actions, the Ninth Prince couldn't help but secretly savor the memory. His body suddenly stiffened, and he looked at her as she frowned and mumbled something before continuing to sleep soundly. Like a cat that had stolen fish, he became even more unrestrained.
Half a month later, Nan Yi, who was having so much fun that he forgot about home, moved his camp to Suzhou with Qing Feng, leaving the Ninth Prince who was busy with official business. The Ninth Prince was so angry that he had to finish his work and catch up with him.
At this moment, in a small courtyard in Suzhou, the Fourth Prince and the Thirteenth Prince had just returned without their feet touching the ground.
Yinzhen picked up the letter beside him and started reading, while Thirteenth Prince was eating half a watermelon with gusto.
After a while, he threw away the melon rind and was about to take out a handkerchief to wipe it when a plain handkerchief was handed to him. The delicate white fingers and the blue silk handkerchief were pleasing to the eye no matter how you looked at them, but he couldn't stand the sight of them.
Thirteen looked away, took out a handkerchief to wipe his mouth, and stared at his fourth brother's increasingly dark face, thinking of adding fuel to the fire.
"Fourth Brother, there's still no news."
Yinzhen glared at him coldly, folded the letter and put it away again. Just as he put it down, a maid standing beside him handed him a watermelon with the seeds removed. He took it, ate a few bites, and waved for the maid to leave. The maid left with her head bowed and eyes lowered.
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