Urbaner Blumentraum - Kapitel 195
"Yan Shenhan suddenly came from the north because he was worried that the Tatars might make some unusual moves, so he came to discuss countermeasures with everyone."
Feng Xuese gripped the longsword, her fingers gently stroking its blade: "Whenever there is a change in the imperial court, the martial world is bound to be thrown into turmoil. This martial world, which has been peaceful for more than ten years, is probably going to be in chaos again!"
Excitement also appeared on Nishino En's delicate face. He strode over and pushed open the study window.
Outside the window, the grass was lush and the bamboo was tall and straight. He smiled proudly: "My precious sword hasn't drunk blood properly in a long time!"
Feng Xuese walked over and stood beside him, saying in a deep voice, "Brother Yan, I suddenly have a very ominous feeling—the massacre that Zhu Huihui saw might very well be..."
Nishino En continued, "The families of the two generals!"
The two young martial artists stared at each other, their eyes filled with gloom.
Those two generals dedicated their lives to defending the country. Even their enemies would speak of them with admiration, praising their unwavering loyalty and integrity. In the imperial court, who exactly intended to kill both generals and their entire families? Was the heavens truly so blind as to rob these two eternally renowned loyal ministers of their loved ones?
After a moment of silence, Feng Xuese raised her voice and said, "Someone, go and bring Zhu Huihui—the one who came back with me—up here!"
A slender bamboo outside the window replied, "Yes, young master!" Its branches swayed gently, and a guard in white retreated.
A moment later, a clattering sound came from outside the door.
"Young master, the person has been brought!"
Feng Xuese sat back down in her chair and said, "Let him in!"
With a creak, the door opened, and four burly female servants escorted a person in.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear, Part Two: Chapter Twelve (6)
The four women were soaking wet, their clothes torn, their faces bruised and swollen, covered in bloody scratches as if they had been cat-scratched. The man they had brought in looked dejected, like a defeated chicken.
Feng Xuese frowned: "How did it get like this?"
The woman on the left bowed to Feng Xuese and said, "Young master, this...this one has a rather bad temper. This is the first time we've ever encountered someone who acts like taking a bath is a matter of life and death!"
Feng Xue smiled bitterly, "You've all worked hard. Go to the accounting office and each of you collect five taels of silver!" He dismissed the four men and turned to Zhu Huihui. This guy had fought four women all by himself, but he probably hadn't gained any advantage and was exhausted. Ever since he entered the room, he had been sitting on the carpet with his head down, panting heavily.
She wore a new white dress with light red trim. Her hair was very clean, jet black and shiny, and tied in a braid with a red ribbon. Her skin must have been scrubbed raw during the bath, as her neck and hands were snow-white and delicate.
Hmm, this guy finally looks like a human being now! Maple Snow Color was slightly satisfied.
"Zhu Huihui!"
"You... I'm here!" Zhu Huihui dared to argue with four old women, but he didn't dare to talk back to the old man, so he obediently stood up at attention. Damn it! He was always the one touching other women, but today he was being touched by other women, four of them at that! What a loss!
Upon seeing the face that appeared before her, Feng Xuese was suddenly stunned.
She had a pointed, oval face with fair, rosy skin and a slightly chubby face, her cheeks like adorable little pink dumplings. She had a rosy mouth, a delicate nose, and a pair of almond-shaped eyes that were bright and clear, constantly darting around. Before, on that dirty face, they had been sly and cunning, but now, paired with this face, they looked incredibly charming and spirited.
This…this beautiful girl is Zhu Huihui? Is she that dirty, scoundrel Zhu Huihui who swears and misreads words?
Feng Xuese subconsciously wanted to rub her eyes, but after a moment's pause, she touched her forehead instead. The scene before her was so different from her previous impression that she should doubt her brain rather than her eyes!
In fact, he already knew that Zhu Huihui was a woman.
He knew it when he checked her pulse on the mountain. However, he could never have imagined that the rascal who crawled in the mud and rolled in the dirt, after being cleaned up and dressed in new clothes, would be so clever and cute.
Despite the undeniable fact that he was the rogue who carried a wooden bucket and a long ladle and threw "gold" all over the river at Peach Blossom Ferry in Liuhua River, Feng Xuese could never quite reconcile the image of the fresh-faced girl in front of her.
Zhu Huihui waited for a long time, but the old man just stared at her without saying a word. She was a little puzzled and cautiously looked around. Suddenly, she saw the red-robed monk staring at her blankly by the window, and her eyes lit up: "Master! Master! Can I have my Huahua back?"
"Hua Hua?" Nishino En paused, "You mean that pig?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Master is wise! Master is wise!" Zhu Huihui flattered incoherently.
"Stewed it!" Nishino En casually said. He was also in a state of confusion. Was this the filthy ghost he had trampled underfoot that day? The difference was too great!
Upon hearing this, Zhu Huihui was dumbfounded.
She endured humiliation and followed Feng Xuese obediently. No matter how hard she traveled, how much she suffered, or how she escaped death, she never dared to have any disloyal thoughts. Part of it was because she was afraid of dying, and the other part was because Hua Hua had been captured by this damned monk and held hostage. Now, this damned monk had actually stewed Hua Hua!
The thought of Zhu Huahua, whom she had raised since childhood and who had accompanied her on her travels, turning into a bowl of braised pork made Zhu Huihui's blood boil. She completely forgot that the master had a knife and cursed, "You damned bastard, you ate my Huahua! I'll make sure your flesh rots away, your whole body oozes pus, your heart and liver are covered in boils, your tongue grows bigger than a pig's tongue, you can't close your mouth, you'll either rot to death or starve to death! Has your family ever had any children...?"
She had drifted aimlessly along the way, learning nothing of value, yet she had an unfailing memory for the most vulgar insults, and the viciousness of her words at this moment was truly astonishing.
The Sky Over the Martial World is Clear - Part Three: Thirteen (1)
Seeing the veins throbbing on Xiye Yan's forehead, Feng Xue Se quickly flicked her sleeve and swiftly sealed Zhu Huihui's speech acupoint.
Zhu Huihui remained oblivious, cursing for a long time with her mouth open, only to find that she could not hear any sound as she opened and closed her mouth. Finally realizing something was wrong, she spat at Xiye Yan.
Xi Yeyan came from a prominent family, was handsome, and had superb martial arts skills. He was a leading figure in the martial arts world. He had never been scolded in his life, and no one had ever dared to be presumptuous in front of him. But now he was being scolded by this rogue, who was spewing black smoke from his seven orifices. Xi Yeyan stepped forward and grabbed Zhu Huihui by the neck.
Zhu Huihui glared at him angrily, her face and neck turning red from being pinched, but she refused to show weakness.
Seeing the situation was turning against her, Feng Xuese tried to dissuade him, but Xi Yeyan was so enraged that he only wanted to strangle her and ignored her completely. Left with no other choice, he struck Xi Yeyan's pulse point with his palm.
Nishino En deflected the attack with his bare hand, then extended his left palm from under his sleeve and countered with another move.
Feng Xuese stepped aside, changed her palm into a finger, and flicked it towards the pressure point between his elbows.
Nishino Hikaru lowered his arm slightly, raised his left thumb, and pressed the pad of his finger against the maple-colored Zhongwan acupoint.
The two remained motionless, exchanging seven or eight blows in the blink of an eye, neither gaining the upper hand, and eventually stopped. Nishino En's anger subsided slightly, and he casually tossed Zhu Huihui to the ground.
Zhu Huihui was nearly strangled to death; her throat was aching, and she collapsed to the ground, desperately trying to breathe.
Feng Xuese looked at the five red finger marks on her neck, which she had just washed clean not long ago, and felt a pang of pity. But when she thought of the viciousness of her insults, she felt that she deserved to be taught a lesson, so she said, "Why don't you thank Young Master Xiye for sparing your life!"