Chapter 77: Third Sister's Affection
After a while, Xiaoyao Lang, having grown bored in the Yanyang Tower, decided to turn around and leave.
Seeing that he was about to leave again, Jing San Niang hit a ball over his shoulder, and the crowd grabbed at it, with Xiao Yao Lang surrounded.
Xiaoyao Lang turned around and saw Jing San Niang raise an eyebrow and smile, then throw the ball to the other side, leaving Xiaoyao Lang alone.
Jing San Niang pretended to take this opportunity, and then swung the ball down. The red ribbon wrapped around his body, and she pulled him up, pulling Xiaoyao Lang into her arms.
Seeing this, everyone sighed. There were three opportunities a year, and now one had passed. The beautiful night was gone forever. Then, they all returned to their seats and embraced Piao Liu again.
Jing San Niang smiled alluringly and embraced Xiao Yao Lang in her arms. Seeing that he had no martial arts skills whatsoever, she secretly found it amusing.
Xiaoyao Lang felt a wave of embarrassment. Although he was somewhat handsome, he was still a little nervous about being in such an ambiguous situation with someone. Especially now, he was pressed close to Jing Sanniang's ample bosom, her traditional Chinese dress tightly wrapped around her figure. Her rich fragrance wafted into his nostrils, her soft waist and exquisite figure were breathtaking.
Seeing his face flush and his heart pounding, Jing San Niang stroked his face and said with a charming smile, "Tsk tsk tsk! I never thought such a handsome young man could be shy!"
Xiaoyao Lang said boldly, "It's too noisy and crowded here. If you want to flirt and enjoy yourself, you should find a quiet place, shouldn't you?"
Jing San Niang laughed and said, "Alright, I'll do as you say!" She then embraced Xiao Yao Lang, stepped through the air, her feet resting on a red ribbon, and landed on the railing, pushing Xiao Yao Lang into the room and closing the door.
Jing San Niang stepped forward and said with a smile, "Are you satisfied now? In this fragrant chamber, it's just the two of us. This moment of springtime is precious, my lord, you must cherish it!" As she spoke, she leaned against Xiao Yao Lang's body again.
Seeing this, Xiaoyao Lang slowly retreated, approaching the door, intending to open it and escape.
Jing San Niang saw through his intentions, stepped forward to block his path, and then approached him. Xiao Yao Lang retreated step by step until he reached the bed, where he had nowhere else to go.
Jing San Niang smiled, pushed him forcefully, knocking him down onto the couch, and then untied his waist knot.
Xiaoyao Lang shouted, "Jing Sanniang, if you continue to be so rude, I will no longer be polite to you."
Jing San Niang said coquettishly, "Is that so? So you don't know how to cherish a beautiful woman!" As she spoke, she untied her belt.
Xiaoyao Lang could no longer bear it. He wanted to hit her, but couldn't bring himself to hit a woman. So he reached out to push her, but little did he know that Jing San Niang's strength far surpassed his. Helpless, he struck out with his palm, but Jing San Niang met his palm with a casual strike. Xiaoyao Lang was struck and fell backward onto the bed.
Seeing this, Jing San Niang smiled charmingly again and said, "My dear husband, you are so cute. You don't know any martial arts, yet you still make random gestures. You have no internal strength at all, yet you dare to exchange blows with me!"
Xiaoyao Lang thought to himself, "Without a sword, I'm so helpless. I can't even beat a woman." He struggled to his feet and attacked Jing San Niang again.
Knowing that he had no internal energy, Jing San Niang stopped retaliating and instead dodged repeatedly. A moment later, Xiao Yao Lang attacked directly, and she straightened her chest to block. Xiao Yao Lang struck her chest, and she quickly withdrew her hand.
Jing San Niang laughed and said, "My lord, is this how you treat me when you say you're being impolite?"
Xiaoyao Lang was speechless and angrily said, "Stop talking nonsense, or I'll beat you up!"
He attacked again, striking five times, three of which hit his chest, leaving him too ashamed to continue.
Xiaoyao Lang roared angrily, "You wretched woman, let me out!"
Jing San Niang suddenly said seriously, "I find it strange. So many men want to enter my room but can't, yet you're clamoring to leave! I even doubt whether you're a man at all!"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang angrily said, "It's fine if you let me go, but it's their business if someone else likes you. You are ugly, and I despise you to the extreme."
Hearing this, Jing San Niang was not angry. She thought to herself, "This man is handsome and not lecherous. He is truly a rare find in this world. What is even more admirable is that, although he was burning with anger, he never uttered any harsh words or shameless remarks about himself."
Having made up her mind, she stepped forward and pressed Xiaoyaolang's acupoint, placed him on the bed, and drew the curtains. Her pink lips were already pressed against Xiaoyaolang's lips, and Xiaoyaolang's eyes widened, but he was unable to move.
Just then, Xue Qingrou arrived at Yanyang Tower. She thought to herself, "Today is the Dragon Boat Festival. If Liu Changjun truly loves Jing Sanniang, he will surely be here."
As she entered the building, several men stared at her. One of them moved closer and teased, "Young lady, who are you looking for? Perhaps..."
With a hiss, Xue Qingrou's sharp sword was already at his neck, leaving him speechless with fright.
Xue Qingrou coldly asked, "Where is Jing San Niang?"
The man raised his hand and pointed to Jing San Niang's room.
Xue Qingrou followed the gaze, leaped into the air, stepped onto the railing, and kicked open the door.
With a loud "bang!", the door suddenly opened, and Jing San Niang was startled. She stopped kissing Xiao Yao Lang and stepped out from behind the curtain.
Upon seeing Jing San Niang, Xue Qingrou, without saying a word, drew her sword and attacked, marking their first battle.
Confused, Jing San Niang cried out, "Who are you? Why are you attacking me?"
Xue Qingrou said coldly, "Then step aside and let me kill this beast!" As she spoke, she looked at the person on the bed.
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang recognized Xue Qingrou and thought, "There's hope now!" He then glanced sideways at the battle.
Jing San Niang was taken aback and immediately asked, "...Who are you to him?"
Xue Qingrou sneered, "What kind of person is he! You even slept in the same bed with him. He's a beast. Don't be fooled by him."
At this moment, Xue Qingrou seized the opportunity and thrust her sword straight at him.
As the sword was thrust at Xiaoyao Lang, he was stunned. At that critical moment, Jing San Niang intercepted the sword with her left hand, and blood flowed before Xiaoyao Lang's eyes.
Xue Qingrou then saw that it was Xiaoyao Lang. Confused, she was momentarily distracted. Unexpectedly, Jing San Niang struck her chest with her right palm, causing her to fall to the ground severely injured, blood gushing from her mouth.
Xue Qingrou rose and attacked again. Seeing this, Jing Sanniang prepared herself, revealing her sword. In an instant, she drew her sword and counterattacked. The two swords clashed, the sound of their blades ringing out incessantly, the wind swift as a shadow.
Xue Qingrou, severely injured and lacking internal strength, gradually fell into a disadvantageous position. Finally, Jing Sanniang, with her powerful and swift sword strikes, pressed her attack with deadly force, and seized an opportunity to strike with another palm.
Xue Qingrou struggled to parry the sword, revealing an opening. She forcefully met the palm strike, but this only added to her internal injuries. In the blink of an eye, Jing Sanniang had her sword pointed at her throat, sealing her acupoints, and glared coldly at her.
Jing San Niang looked at Xue Qingrou, puzzled, and walked to the bedside to release Xiaoyao Lang's blood.
Jing San Niang asked coldly, "Who is she? Why does she want to kill you?"
Xiaoyao Lang looked at Xue Qingrou and said coldly, "I don't know her."
Jing San Niang: "Since you don't recognize her, then I'll kill her!" With that, she swung her sword and left.
Xiaoyao Lang shouted, "Don't hurt her!" and hurriedly went forward.
Jing San Niang pointed her sword at Xue Qingrou and said coldly, "Then what is your relationship with her? If you don't tell the truth, I'll slash her left cheek!" As she spoke, she made a gesture.
Xiaoyao Lang coldly said, "You wretched woman, it's one thing that you're ugly, but you're also so vicious."
Upon hearing this, Jing San Niang put down her sword and said leisurely, "Then give me a reason not to kill her!"
Xiaoyao Lang declared, "The ways of Heaven are predetermined; how can we act arbitrarily and create unnecessary bloodshed?"
Upon hearing this, Jing San Niang said calmly, "Alright, I won't kill her. But it would be a pity to let such a beautiful woman go. Giving her to one of the shop's customers would surely fetch a good price. What do you say, my lord?"
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