Chapter Sixty-Three: Talking About Love on Horseback
As Xiang Kui watched Zhu Zichuan leave, he gritted his teeth and said to Shi Jiquan, "If you believe his nonsense, you will definitely regret it in the future!" After saying that, he turned and left in anger.
Shi Jiquan: "Xiang Kui?" Xiang Kui heard this, but did not turn around and went straight out of the hall.
Yingqing stood up and asked, "What did the letter say, and where are you going?"
At this moment, Chongsheng and Lü Zhong entered the hall together, both wanting to know what was going on. Xiang Kui, on the other hand, stood outside the hall door, listening to the conversations of the people inside.
Shi Jiquan said, "The letter was written by Zhu Zixing, inviting me to Xinyue Lake to discuss matters related to the pacification of Baiyun City."
Lu Zhong hurriedly said, "We must not go; there must be a trap."
Upon hearing this, Xiang Kui hurriedly entered the hall and shouted, "This is clearly a trap! You're so smart, can't you see it?"
Shi Jiquan: "I understand your concerns, but I have always known that Zhu Zixing is benevolent and righteous, and has always hoped for peace in the surrounding areas. Moreover, the meeting place is Xinyue Lake, which, although within the territory of Zhu Family Village, is close to us. Furthermore, Zhu Zixing is a man of exceptional wisdom, and the consequences of a perpetual conflict between Zhu and Zhu are not something he would want to see. Let's trust him this once and for the time being!"
Upon hearing this, Xiang Kui sighed and said, "What good is it if you're smarter than me? You insist on going to your death, and I couldn't stop you."
Ying Qing: "Since you've decided to go, the four of us will accompany you."
Shi Jiquan: "No! What if they launch a surprise attack on us? This time, you and Chongsheng can come with me."
Lü Zhong: "Alright then, I'll lead men to guard Fenglin Ridge, ready to support you at any time."
Xiang Kui said angrily, "What kind of righteous people could there be in the Zhu Family Village? You'd better not make me go to save you!" After saying that, he stormed out of the hall.
Shi Jiquan ignored Xiang Kui and asked Ying Qingyan, "How is the transport of the grain we seized yesterday going?"
Ying Qing: "They have all been transferred to the farm, so Feng Ran should be settled in properly."
Shi Jiquan nodded: "That's good. With that grain, we can recruit more members and take the opportunity to take down the surrounding gangs, large and small, and temporarily dominate Baiyun City on par with the Zhu Family Village."
At Yongle Gang Farm, Xiaoyao Lang and his companions bid farewell to Feng Ran and departed, preparing to head to Shanshui City.
Xiaoyao Lang continued driving the carriage, with Yu Linglong sitting quietly inside. Although Murong Hanchan acknowledged Yu Linglong's existence, seeing all this, she couldn't help but feel uneasy.
Murong Hanchan said leisurely, "Brother Xiaoyao, I also want to ride in a carriage!"
Xiaoyao Lang exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? This... I'm afraid there's not enough room to sit down!"
Murong Hanchan walked to the carriage, lifted the curtain, and was immediately dumbfounded.
Yu Linglong leaned against the cushions, sitting down on a three-layered cashmere cushion, her feet resting on a cotton quilt. The room had brocade lining three sides, and a small cabinet on the left held fruit and food. Yu Linglong reclined so gracefully that there was no room for anyone else.
When Yu Linglong saw the look in Murong Hanchan's eyes, she immediately became worried, fearing that she might get angry again and start a fight.
Yu Linglong hurriedly said, "Han Chan, I'll go ride a horse, you can ride in the carriage!"
Upon witnessing everything, Murong Hanchan's anger flared instantly. She thought to herself, "When has Xiaoyao Lang ever cared about me like this?" But then Yu Linglong called her "Hanchan" and said those words again, which calmed her down a little.
He replied coldly, "Fine, since there's no room, I'll just ride a horse." With that, he lowered the curtain.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Xiaoyao Lang said softly, "Chan'er! How about I prepare another carriage for you?"
Murong Hanchan glanced at him and said crisply, "I'm not that delicate."
Xiaoyao Lang felt a pang of heartache upon hearing this, for he cared deeply for Murong Hanchan's feelings, no less than Yu Linglong.
Xiaoyao Lang immediately stood up, leaped onto Murong Hanchan's horse, and embraced her slender waist.
Murong Hanchan asked softly, "What are you going to do?"
Xiaoyao Lang held Murong Hanchan tightly in his arms. Today, she wore a bright orange cross-collar ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), the orange sash tightly wrapping around her slender waist, captivating all who saw it. The sandalwood scent emanating from her was intoxicating. Xiaoyao Lang whispered in her ear, "Chan'er! You smell so good!"
Upon hearing this, Murong Hanchan pouted and muttered, "Glib talker! All nonsense!"
Xiaoyao Lang: "Chan'er! I'm not lying, it really smells delicious!"
Murong Hanchan muttered, "I didn't use any perfume, so where did the fragrance come from?"
Xiaoyao Lang: "No way!" He suspected there was something wrong with his sense of smell, so he sniffed Murong Hanchan's neck a few more times, and it was indeed a faint sandalwood scent.
Murong Hanchan sensed that Xiaoyao Lang was about to bully her again, and said leisurely, "Brother Xiaoyao, you bullied me like that yesterday, what do you want to do now?"
Xiaoyao Lang, recalling yesterday's events, felt his face flush. He quickly changed the subject, saying softly, "Chan'er! How about I compose a poem for you?"
Murong Hanchan laughed and said, "Don't tease me, Brother Xiaoyao! You think you can even write poetry!"
Xiaoyao Lang said arrogantly, "Then listen carefully!"
The Murong family's daughter was named Han Chan.
Her body was like a phoenix in flight, and her appearance like a fairy.
Martial arts skills have reached a state of perfection.
He possessed both a forthright and refined character;
A jar of wine, its brow furrowed in sorrow.
With a joyful smile, he plucked the seven strings.
A timeless masterpiece breaks through the mortal world.
A beauty's beauty was astonished, shaking the heavens.
The fairy is also a master of chess.
The opening move is to use the Ice Transformation Chessboard.
A graceful movement followed the fall of the ball.
She exudes the aura of a queen among women;
Who will keep this beautiful woman company?
I long for it day and night, and crave it with desire.
Xiaoyao has devoted his life to love.
Laughing, we embrace the moonlit night and chat about the passing years.
As he spoke, Xiaoyao Lang had unknowingly moved his hands to her breasts.
Murong Hanchan said reproachfully, "Brother Xiaoyao! If you continue to be so rude, I'll really get angry!"
Xiaoyao Lang hurriedly moved his hand down and said awkwardly, "Chan'er, sometimes I really can't control myself when I'm with you, and I've been very rude to you. Please forgive me."
Murong Hanchan said in a low voice, "I know, although I don't care about worldly customs, I am the only bloodline of the Murong family. So, Brother Xiaoyao, no matter what, you cannot have any improper thoughts about me before we are married. After we are married, Chan'er will be yours sooner or later!" As she said this, Murong Hanchan blushed and her face turned rosy.
Xiaoyao Lang: "I know, I will try my best to restrain myself!"
Murong Hanchan: "Brother Xiaoyao, who taught you your chess skills and those poems you just recited? It couldn't have been her!" As she spoke, she glanced at the carriage behind them.
Xiaoyao Lang laughed and said, "These are all things I learned in the Yi family. City Lord Yi once found several teachers for Sister Qingxue. She learned music, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and etiquette. I spent all my time with her and also learned a little bit."
Murong Hanchan smiled and said, "I didn't expect you to be so insightful. So, Brother Xiaoyao, which school of thought among the Hundred Schools of Thought do you admire the most?"
Xiaoyao Lang immediately said, "If you ask me, I agree more with Laozi and Zhuangzi's philosophy of Taoism. No matter what the schools of thought are, they all ultimately follow the Tao. The Tao is the origin of everything, close to life, and in accordance with nature."
Murong Hanchan smiled and said, "Brother Xiaoyao, your view is the same as mine! All things, from beginning to end, return to the same path."
At this moment, Yu Linglong, who was inside the car, heard this and said softly, "I didn't expect that you would also have such awareness. Now it seems that the three of us are really destined to meet."
Murong Hanchan was shocked and asked in a sweet voice, "You heard our conversation just now?"
Yu Linglong smiled faintly and said, "Yu Lang's poems are not bad. Although they are only slightly colorful, they are enough to show his feelings for you. You two can say whatever you want. I won't be jealous at all!"
Upon hearing this, Xiaoyao Lang bit Murong Hanchan's ear but remained silent.
Murong Hanchan's face was as pink as a peach blossom, and she remained silent with her head down. She understood what Yu Linglong meant; the unspoken message was that since they had made this choice, they shouldn't compete with each other for attention.
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