Chapter 10 Why doesn't Li Fu propose marriage to Brother Sang tomorrow? ...
"In broad daylight, there isn't even a ghost in sight," Sang Wan muttered to herself as she sat on the eaves.
Since the two of them went back in almost silence the night before last, Zhui Ming has suddenly become very busy.
Since he could move around freely, he went to the yamen every day. Yesterday he said he would help some constables with some errands, and today he said he was going to visit a good friend in Luzhou City.
He seemed to be in a hurry, only saying that it was inconvenient to bring Sang Wan along.
It was only just past lunchtime, and it would be a long time before Zhuiming returned. Sang Wan counted the time on her fingers, sighed, and decided to go back to her room for a nap.
Maybe he'll be back when I wake up.
"Miss, Miss Sang! What a coincidence! Wait for me!" A clear, cheerful voice called out from a pavilion not far away. As he spoke, he lifted the hem of his robe without regard for his image and ran towards Sang Wan's courtyard.
Sang Wan paused as she was about to get down, and upon hearing that familiar voice, she immediately sensed something was wrong. Turning around, she saw that baby face with a wide, toothy grin. "What the hell?"
It seems one shouldn't speak carelessly; this could very well have become a self-fulfilling prophecy.
When Li Fu ran into the courtyard, Sang Wan was on the roof, looking at him with a leisurely expression.
She wasn't in a hurry to go down; it was better to keep some distance from Li Fu.
Yesterday, after Zhui Ming went to the yamen alone, Sang Wan, feeling down, also went out. Not knowing where to go for fun, she wandered aimlessly along the street and heard someone telling stories in a teahouse, mentioning the legendary thief Chu Liuxiang, so she went inside.
I thought that if there were thieves, there should be constables to arrest them all!
The result was a huge disappointment. Not only were the plot and characters she had expected nowhere to be seen, but that damned storyteller kept talking about Chu Liuxiang and his three confidantes, which made her teeth ache.
Just as they were leaving the teahouse, they ran straight into the persistent Li Fu.
Upon seeing her, Li Fu was utterly astonished by her beauty and instantly became her little shadow, never leaving her side no matter what she said.
Li Fu was a fair-skinned and handsome young man who looked to be about the same age as her. When he wasn't speaking, he had a cute smile and was the kind of face that made it easy for people to let their guard down.
Unfortunately, he talks way too much! It's incredibly annoying! It's like having dozens of flies buzzing around you; even the cutest and most handsome young man is no match for him.
Moreover, Sang Wan always felt that this person was somewhat foolish.
However, he was not without his own strengths; he was quite good at reading people and knew a lot of anecdotes about the martial arts world.
Seeing that Sang Wan, who had initially shown little interest, suddenly became interested upon hearing the name of the Four Great Constables, I spent the entire afternoon telling her several versions of how the Four Great Constables captured villains.
Sang Wan also learned from him that Zhui Ming had three fellow disciples with whom he shared a deep bond. She then squeezed the boy to tell her many stories about Zhui Ming's case-solving exploits before using a minor spell to shake him off.
Use it and then discard it; it's incredibly cold and heartless.
I can't believe I'll see this again. What bad luck...
This person was young and had delicate skin. He was not only lacking in martial arts skills, but also in strength. She originally thought that they wouldn't be able to exchange more than a few words over such a high roof, but she still underestimated Li Fu.
Completely disregarding the height of the eaves, he enthusiastically rolled up his sleeves and shouted, "Wu Zi, Mei Zi, quickly find me a ladder!"
Hearing the eagerness emanating from his words, Wu Zi and Mei Zi, dressed as servants behind him, exchanged a glance, their eyes filled with hesitation. "This..."
"What are you doing here? Hurry up and go, or I'll make you empty the chamber pots!" Li Fu raised his chin, and when he looked up and met Sang Wan's gaze, he gave her an extremely bright smile, trying to be charming.
Before long, Wu Zi and Mei Zi brought over a wooden ladder from somewhere. The two servants held onto the ladder's legs, watching nervously as their young master climbed onto the roof.
Li Fu climbed onto the roof and looked down. The height sent a shiver down his spine; his legs trembled. He glanced at Sang Wan...
The girl's profile was exquisite, like a piece of jade, and the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows resembled a bright camellia.
He couldn't help but take another look. This close-up beauty attack made Li Fu fearless of any mental attack.
Taking a deep breath, he quickly walked to Sang Wan's side, sat down beside her along the roof ridge, and said with a slightly flushed face, "What a coincidence, Miss Sang. Is this what people often call a predestined marriage?"
Sang Wan's arm, which was supporting her chin, swayed, and she almost lost her balance. She turned her head, her eyes wide with disbelief, and asked, "What did you say??"
"I wasn't paying attention last time, and somehow we got separated. It's all my fault. Miss Sang, are you visiting Uncle Li? Would you like to come to my house too...?"
Sang Wan quickly interrupted him: "We were injured while helping the magistrate with a case in Luzhou City, and we are recuperating at the magistrate's office for a while now."
"Injured?" Li Fu exclaimed. "Miss Sang, are you feeling better now? I know a doctor who is very skilled. I'll call him over to take a look at you right now."
Seeing him stand up and rush down, Sang Wan hurriedly grabbed his sleeve. The fabric was silky smooth, suggesting he came from a well-off family.
"No need, no need, I'm already healed." After a few days of recuperation, her external injuries were no longer a problem. However, the damage to his inner core was caused by overdrawing his spiritual energy every day. Otherwise, how could he have gotten out of bed and walked around so quickly with such a serious injury?
But she was willing to risk her life to protect him, so naturally she was willing to save him at any cost.
The internal injury to the dantian can only be repaired slowly after Zhui Ming has fully recovered; seeking help from mortal doctors is naturally useless.
Li Fu breathed a sigh of relief, his expression just relaxing, but then he frowned as if he had thought of something. "So you're not from Luzhou City... No wonder you're so good-looking, yet I've never seen you before."
His tone was a little dejected, and he asked expectantly, "When are you leaving? Where does Miss Sang live?" At this point, his eyes lit up, "May I visit her?"
Sang Wan blinked slowly. She was also confused. If she left here, where could she go?
The world is so big, yet there is nowhere home anymore.
Where will Zhuiming go next?
Shenhou Mansion.
Yes, Li Fu said so.
Thinking of this, her eyes gradually focused, she bit her lip, and answered irrelevantly, "The Divine Marquis's Mansion...where is the Divine Marquis's Mansion?"
Li Fu was taken aback for a moment, then replied, "The Divine Marquis's Mansion? The Divine Marquis's Mansion is in Bianjing. Does Miss Sang have any family members living near the Divine Marquis's Mansion?"
Sang Wan didn't know how to answer, so she could only vaguely reply with a "hmm." Her voice was particularly weak. She thought of Zhui Ming, touched the hairpin in her temple, and blushed slightly.
Seeing that her expression was off, and that she suddenly hugged her knees and fell silent, Li Fu wondered if he had said something he shouldn't have, and thought about it carefully.
Could it be that something has happened to Miss Sang's family, and she is on her way to Bianjing to find her relatives, but all she knows is that they are near the Divine Marquis's Mansion?
No wonder she kept asking me about the exploits of the famous constables from the Divine Constable's Mansion, so that's why...
Overwhelmed with tenderness, he was preoccupied with how to comfort Miss Sang without leaving a trace.
Although Li Fu, this young boy, is talkative and nagging, he has bright and clear eyes and a kind heart, which is why Sang Wan is willing to chat with him.
This kind of person might annoy people at most, but they will never be disliked.
“Miss Sang, shall I tell you some more about the Divine Marquis’s Mansion? I saw that you enjoyed listening to it last time, so you went back and gathered a lot more information!” Li Fu asked her cautiously.
Upon hearing this, Sang Wan lifted her head from her knees, her indifferent demeanor from the moment they met changing. She unconsciously smiled and urged him, "Really? Then tell me quickly."
Li Fu was so dazzled by her smiling eyes that he felt completely disoriented, and he grinned, revealing his tiger teeth.
Last time, he told Sang Wan mostly about the Four Great Constables and the cases solved by Zhui Ming. Thinking that she didn't even know that the Divine Marquis's Mansion was in the capital, she must have been a sheltered young lady who was naive and ignorant of the world before. No wonder she was so delicate. So this time, he focused on telling her about the general situation of the Divine Marquis's Mansion, which she was interested in.
For example, the Divine Marquis's Mansion is the residence of Mr. Zhuge of the Six Doors.
"Master Zhuge is a top-notch expert in the imperial palace, the Emperor's number one bodyguard. None of the 180,000 Imperial Guards dare to..."
Seeing his eloquent and incessant speech, Sang Wan couldn't help but say, "I understand Mr. Zhuge. Now, let's talk about his disciple."
Li Fu didn't understand how she knew after only saying half a sentence, and assumed that she was more curious about the famous Four Great Constables.
After thinking for a moment, I realized that telling the story of the Four Great Constables should be done in chronological order. "Then I'll start by telling you about the Ruthless Constable. He was raised by Zhuge Shenhou and suffered a terrible fate at the hands of thirteen villains in his childhood..."
Upon hearing that this story also had to start from childhood, Sang Wan said weakly, "How about... we start with Zhui Ming directly?"
Why? It's just because I only know Chase-mei.
Li Fu was puzzled. Why did she seem reluctant to listen? He remembered that she had been asking about the stories of Zhui Ming solving cases yesterday. Could it be that she admired Third Master?
"Third Master, he was already famous in the martial arts world at a young age, and only became a disciple later. The head constable of pursuit is unparalleled in leg techniques, using the family's renowned Eleven Leg Techniques of Pursuit, which is said to be able to transform one's legs into a pair of weapons that can be hard or soft, long or short. Because of this, his tracking skills and lightness skills are first-rate. He is unconventional, loves to drink, and can even use alcohol as a hidden weapon! Sigh, I wish I could know even a move or two of those." He said with admiration.
I want to be a martial arts master too!
Sang Wan ignored him and said anxiously, "Why don't you start from when you were young?" As she spoke, she sat closer to him, afraid of missing something.
Seeing her sit down and stare intently at him, Li Fu's ears turned red. He stammered, "When I was young... let me think. Third Master is older, so I don't know much about him. I only know that he lost his father at the age of three and his mother at the age of five. He was born with internal injuries, and his love of drinking was because he took antidotes to counteract the effects of poison. Before becoming a disciple of Master Zhuge, he survived several near-death experiences. His early life was very tragic."
Li Fu didn't know why Miss Sang's eyes reddened as she listened. It turned out that Miss Sang was such a sentimental woman!
"Miss Sang, don't be too sad. The brothers are very close now, and their master-disciple relationship is very deep." Li Fu stammered as he comforted her, feeling that he really couldn't resist the beauty's tearful appearance.
Feeling dizzy, he thought, "Miss Sang is beautiful and kind-hearted. Why don't I propose to Brother Sang tomorrow?"
That's right, it's Brother Sang. Before he came, he heard that a man and a woman were living together in the backyard. It must be that Brother Sang took his sister to Bianjing to find her relatives, which is why Miss Sang knew nothing about these things.
It was at this moment that Zhui Ming returned.
He went straight to the courtyard as soon as he entered the mansion.
He went out thinking he would come back to see her, but when he actually saw her, he wanted to hide away again.
No one knows what this man, who should be the most carefree and unconventional, is thinking; perhaps even he himself doesn't fully understand.
On the way to the courtyard, I noticed that many maids and servants were looking up at the roof of the mansion.
Two young maids were pruning the flowers nearby, and as they did so, they said with a smile, "Young Master Li will probably be unable to take his eyes off that young lady."
"Indeed. I think the two of you are quite a good match." The maid who spoke smiled and glanced at the two people on the eaves.
The other smiled but didn't say anything. She disagreed in her heart; such a divine figure would definitely look down on Young Master Li.
But of course, there's no need to say these things aloud or to argue about their length.
Zhuiming had exceptional hearing, so he naturally heard it and immediately stopped, looking towards the roof of the mansion.
Two figures sat close together on the roof, back to back, against a clear blue sky with drifting white clouds. The wind swept past them, entwining their clothes together.
The boy stood tall and straight, his nape already flushed red, like a secret code for first love.
He turned to the side and lowered his head to speak to the person next to him. It was a young and handsome face, full of vitality that he lacked, and the youthful spirit between his brows was almost overflowing.
Newly sprouted willow branches draped over the camellias, and the graceful figure did not flinch.
Zhuiming stopped in his tracks, stood there for a long time, and finally retreated, seemingly calmly.
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