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The woman gracefully leaped onto the stage, revealing a thin veil covering her face. Yet, this did not diminish her beauty or allure; rather, it added to her mystery. With a slight backward lean, her shapely figure was revealed, and her snow-white arms, beneath her red dress, gently and slowly brushed against her half-smiling face. Her deep, beautiful eyes, illuminated by the candlelight, radiated a languid charm.

temperament.

Her alluring eyes swept casually over the men in the audience, causing them to gasp and gasp involuntarily.

What a captivating beauty! Just one glance from her has already stirred up inexplicable heat in many men!

However, she made no further seductive moves. With a gentle turn, her soft singing voice suddenly became powerful, clear, and stirring:

"...The most glorious sacrifice is the hero's destiny; the moment the sword is swung, the heart weeps..."

As the melody rose higher, the drums grew louder, and the sounds of the flute and xiao (vertical flute) also rose at this moment, like a soft weeping in response. The bright red lanterns made the beautiful woman, who was bathed in an even more fiery glow, suddenly begin to spin wildly.

Her ever-changing movements were like a raging storm; her exquisite figure fluttered in the air as her red gauze skirt danced, causing the audience to swallow hard once again.

"...to be born is to prove..."

Love, the traces of existence

Fire, and the even greater life that follows burning.

Killing is for the purpose of praising.

The magnificence before destruction

Night is like the wolf's deep eyes, waiting alone for dawn.

The flowing red silk finally drooped down as her dance slowed. She turned slowly, her knees suddenly buckling, and she collapsed into the red silk fabric that had been laid out during the dance, amidst gasps of surprise. The crimson gauze, illuminated by the red lanterns, appeared alluring and seductive. Her beautiful eyes swept over the audience once more, still indifferent, without lingering, making everyone feel an irresistible urge to hold her gaze.

No one paid any attention to the dozen or so beautiful girls on the stage. After she gently lay down, the bright red cages were moved away one by one. In that instant, the entire stage darkened, and the hazy gray atmosphere made people's blood boil even more.

The drumbeats were soft and slow, leaving only the pleasant sounds of string and wind instruments, and the singing became low and serene once more.

"Can't see the future or the past,"

Unable to distinguish between life and death,

Leave this place without taking away joy or regret.

Dawn and crescent moon alternate.

I've traversed countless eras, all for you…

Her delicate hands, draped in red gauze, gently brushed across her calves, thighs, lower abdomen, and chest, lingering on her lips beneath the veil. The heavy breathing of the audience could be heard from afar. With a charming smile in her eyes, she suddenly flicked her sleeves and gracefully rose into the air. Her fluttering sleeves, seemingly transformed into something powerful and elegant, seemed to ignite like a phoenix spreading its wings and bursting into flames.

"...As the petals fall, this desolate scene cannot erase the glint of swords and shadows throughout a lifetime..."

The magnificent and resolute spirit, amidst the gradually resounding bells and drums, once again revealed its stunning beauty in a fleeting moment.

"...to be born is to prove..."

Love, the traces of existence

Fire, a greater life emerges from the flames.

Killing is for the purpose of praising

The magnificence before destruction

Night is the wolf's deep eyes

Alone, I await the dawn.

The sounds of drums and string instruments reached their peak at this moment, then abruptly stopped!

That clear, melodious voice, yet burning like a raging fire, faded into the last note. The long, red veil slowly drifted down, gradually coming to a stop, leaving a burning sensation in everyone's hearts, as if a fire had ignited their souls, and the shock had seeped into their very being! The ripples created by her unparalleled beauty lingered for a long time. A faint smile appeared in her bright, charming eyes; with just a slight blink, she captivated everyone, making them lose their senses. The once noisy and bustling hall fell completely silent after her dance…

There really is such a breathtaking dance in the world, and such a captivating beauty in the world!

This Feng Meiniang, even before her face has been seen, is enough to drive the world crazy!

What an intoxicating experience it would be to hold such a beauty in your arms?

As the audience gradually recovered from their shock, many of their gazes were filled with greedy desire.

Xi Suifeng stared in shock at Qing Xiangfeng's horrifying expression. The moment she raised her voice, he crushed the cup in his hand. His unruly expression had vanished, replaced by surprise and delight. His breathing became uneven. This Qing Xiangfeng really knew Xing Lie.

The white-robed young man, who had already lifted the tent curtain, was struck dumb, completely frozen in place. His entire being seemed to be focused on the fiery red figure radiating fierce elegance. Was it her? That intense woman, bursting with the brilliance of life—who else could it be but her?

When Ling Yuxiang saw the woman's stunning dance on stage, he froze, completely stunned. His eyes were filled with amazement, and his face was expressionless, or rather, expressionless.

By the time he realized what was happening, a fierce fire ignited in Ling Yuxiang's eyes. Seeing the wolfish eyes staring at her all around, his reason vanished instantly, and he could only grind his teeth and bite them again and again: "Feng Meiniang!"

Ling Yuxiang's eyes burned with fury. Without thinking twice, he leaped onto the stage and grabbed the woman he both loved and hated. He didn't want to give her any more chances to be stared at. Ignoring whether she was surprised or angry, he gathered his inner energy, grabbed her, and leaped upstairs. Completely disregarding the commotion he had caused, he reached the top in two leaps. Fortunately, Feng Xinglie reacted and called out to Zhang Mama from afar.

"Mom, this person is an old acquaintance of mine. I'll leave the rest to you."

Mother Zhang was naturally perceptive. Although these guests were guests, the handsome young man in his luxurious attire was definitely of a higher status than them. Moreover, Feng Meiniang was, in principle, their boss. Even without this incident, these people would never have been allowed to reach out their claws.

Several burly men were already guarding the stairwell, and the lights were already lit all around. Zhang Mama chuckled, "Distinguished guests, you saw that person just now. Our Miss Feng is just a VIP of this establishment, different from the other girls. Gentlemen, if you would like a girl to serve you, please give the order, and Zhang Mama will bring her to you immediately."

Although they were still itching to go, most people had good judgment. Ling Yuxiang's luxurious attire was a given, and his appearance and martial arts skills were top-notch. Going up now, even if Yihong Pavilion wouldn't let them pass, they could easily be beaten half to death or even lose their lives. Liking a beautiful woman was fine, but liking her to the point of risking one's life was definitely not worth it.

However, the men, aroused by Feng Meiniang's captivating dance, naturally sought a place to release their pent-up desires. In an instant, the laughter and chatter of the women in Yihong Pavilion resounded, even more passionate than before.

Ling Yuxiang, holding the person in his arms, asked irritably, "Which one?"

Seeing that fair, jade-like finger point to the innermost room, Ling Yuxiang kicked open the door like a whirlwind and went in. The anger in his heart had subsided considerably, but he still held her tightly. The worry in his heart for the past few days had finally been relieved. He didn't know what was filling his mind, because he couldn't think of anything at all. Just as he was about to lower his head to take a good look at her, he suddenly shivered, and a flame of anger suddenly ignited in his arms.

The terrifying roar and fists were exactly the same as when they first met on the battlefield.

"Ling Yuxiang! You damned bastard! How dare you sneak off to a brothel behind my back?!" (Poor Yuxiang got beaten up again.)

Chapter 50 of the Ancient Qin Dynasty: A Meeting of Minds

Feng Xinglie threw a powerful punch at Ling Yuxiang's face. Ling Yuxiang stood there blankly, not knowing how to dodge. Just as the fist was about to hit his eye, Feng Xinglie gritted his teeth and snorted heavily. He then punched Ling Yuxiang's shoulder, but in the end, he couldn't bear to hit his face.

"Ouch!" He took a solid punch to the shoulder. Although she changed direction midway and didn't knock him out, the force was still there. A burning pain spread through his body. Ling Yuxiang cried out, but couldn't help but show a joyful smile on his face. Down below, although he was 99% sure it was her, it was only after being hit by her fiery punch that he felt the real feeling.

It really is her! It really is my Xinglie!

"You're still laughing? What are you laughing at! If you laugh again, I really won't be polite!" Feng Xinglie was both angry and annoyed, the veins on his forehead throbbing. He was angry at himself for turning the tables at the last minute, and annoyed that he was still smiling so brightly after being beaten. Did he really deserve a beating? How could he be so happy after being beaten?

"Ouch! It really hurts! This isn't a dream, this isn't a dream!" Ling Yuxiang's face was beaming as he muttered to himself, tugging at his ears and pinching his cheeks. He was truly dumbfounded!

He was stunned, yet he still wouldn't let go, one hand tightly gripping Feng Xinglie's arm, the other around her waist, holding her tightly in his arms, his eyes closed as he inhaled her fragrance, trembling slightly involuntarily, murmuring to himself as if drunk.

"Lie... Xinglie! I've finally seen you..."

Feng Xinglie was furious at his incoherent speech, but when he heard him murmur gently with a hint of sadness, his anger gradually dissipated.

Feng Xing's initial plan to settle scores with him after meeting him inexplicably faltered. She couldn't help but hate herself for being so indecisive. She was never one to hesitate, so why did all her original plans and punishment schemes fall apart the moment she saw that bastard Zhi?

After holding it in for a long time, I finally managed to squeeze out an awkward sentence that I had already swallowed my anger.

"You dare to sneak into brothels and pick up prostitutes behind my back? Humph! Believe me or not, I'll beat you to a pulp!"

Ling Yuyi was filled with a mix of sadness and joy at the reunion, but upon hearing this, a surge of intense emotion welled up inside her, and her fiery eyes fixed on her.

"You dare to say that! You yourself showed up in public, dancing provocatively, not only seducing me but also making all the men around you stare at you and yearn for you! You really stole the show today! The men in the audience were looking at you with such passion! It was such a sight to behold! Do you know what I was thinking just now? I really wanted to rush over and rip out the eyes of all those men who were staring at you, to see if they still dared to make a move on you, to see if they dared to look at you again!"

Seeing his domineering and fierce appearance, Feng Xinglie was in a great mood for some reason and laughed so hard that he fell over.

"Laugh! You little devil who's driving me crazy, you dare laugh! Feng Meiniang of Jade Gong City, what kind of play are you putting on now? No wonder someone as composed as Xi Suifeng spat out his tea the moment he heard that name. I should have realized sooner that besides you, there are few others in the world who could make him lose his composure like that! I'm so stupid! If I had understood sooner, I would never have let you go on stage! You have no idea how shocked I was when I saw your dance, how much I hated those people's gazes." Ling Yuxiang rambled on and on, pacing back and forth countless times before finally sitting on the bed, his face turning ashen, his anger growing with each word, becoming more and more agitated: "I've been waiting for you day and night, longing for you with all my heart, and you're here flirting with everyone, wandering among all sorts of flowers, are you deliberately trying to kill me..."

The barrage of words gave Feng Xinglie a headache. Seeing that he was going too far and talking out of line, he couldn't help but get angry and slammed his fist hard on the bed with a loud "bang!" The sound made his eardrums hurt and even the bed shook!

"You've rebelled! Ling Yuxiang, are you rebelling?"

Reasoning? If I were to reason with you at a time like this, I wouldn't be Feng Xinglie! Are you saying only officials are allowed to set fires while ordinary people aren't allowed to light lamps? You can be a rogue, so why can't I be domineering!

"Don't hit me, don't hit me!" Ling Yuxiang hurriedly grabbed her hand, blowing on it and rubbing it with fear and trepidation, his eyes full of heartache: "This bed is smelly and hard, what's the point of hitting it? I'm right here, you can hit me as much as you want, I promise I won't fight back."

"Hmph!" Feng Xinglie snorted heavily and turned his head away. "I don't want to. You have profound internal strength. If I fail to hit you and get injured by the counterattack, wouldn't I be at a great disadvantage?"

She forgot that she herself also possessed profound internal strength, so how could she be the one who suffered a loss?

"I won't use my internal energy; I'll just be your punching bag!" Ling Yuxiang's voice was decisive, making one wonder if he was a masochist.

"Then...then I don't want it either. Your bones are so hard and smelly, they hurt my hands when I hit you!"

"I'm not even as good as a bed?" Her face was full of hurt and grievance, and her expression was downcast, as if all her anger had been drained away.

"Why are you even jealous of sharing a bed with someone!" Feng Xinglie felt a wave of helplessness, but finally couldn't help but burst into laughter. Her shaking shoulders buried themselves in the other person's strong chest. He was startled, and his powerful arms tightened around her. Hearing her heart pounding, a feeling of happiness filled his heart. She lazily squinted her eyes, feeling relaxed and content, and finally stopped twisting around.

"Hey!" Seeing her sweet expression, Ling Yuxiang's handsome face broke into a cheerful smile. He whispered in her ear, "Do you know how much I miss you? Every day, watching the sandstorm outside Baihui Pass, all I can think of is your departing figure. I've hated myself countless times for letting you go, and I hate myself even more for knowing I'd regret it but still having to let go. I've asked myself countless times if I would regret it if I didn't let go, but I know..."

"Then you'll regret it even more." Feng Xinglie hooked his arm around his neck and chuckled softly as he continued, "That's Ling Yuxiang for you!"

He would never deceive her with sweet words, and they were never ambiguous about their own feelings. Even if the answer was hurtful, would she be happy if he said he would disregard everything for her?

What Feng Xinglie wanted was never any vows or promises, but rather honesty and sincerity without deception or hypocrisy. Even if there were doubts, confusions, or pain, what couldn't be said? What couldn't be explained clearly? He wouldn't tell a single lie even when revealing painful truths. How could she not be moved?

A sour taste filled her nose, and her eyes reddened slightly. Her delicate hand stroked his handsome face, gently touching the corner of his long, beautiful phoenix eyes: "I understand. I have never resented you in my heart. I was just worried... worried that you would feel guilty and in pain."

"Yes, it really hurts!" Ling Yuxiang closed his eyes, his hoarse voice filled with deep pain, and his trembling body revealed his profound fear.

"The pain was so intense I couldn't breathe, couldn't cry out, couldn't think. So many nights I dreamt of you leaving me, so many times I saw you riding a horse towards Baihui Pass, waving and smiling brightly at me. Just as I was about to embrace you with overwhelming joy, I would suddenly wake up, looking at the empty surroundings. It was all just a dream. I immediately threw on my coat and stumbled, distraught, to the city wall, looking around, terrified that you would return without me noticing. But all I saw was endless yellow sand. Every day I waited, but every day I could only walk on with an empty heart. You know how much I suffered then, how much I grieved, yet I couldn't regret it. I know you wouldn't blame me, but I hate my own powerlessness, for putting you in such danger."

"Lie, do you know? I'm in so much pain, but I also know that if you were alive, you wouldn't want to see me like this. If you were dead, you wouldn't forgive me for ruining myself like this. So even though I'm in pain, I haven't let myself fall into depravity. At least outwardly, I'm still the handsome and dashing Ling Yuxiang. Are you happy?"

His bright eyes were fixed on her. He bent down and cupped her face in his hands, gazing into her eyes with boundless affection, as if trying to see into her soul and imprint it into her heart. Their eyes met, their hearts pressed together. At this moment, the tacit understanding between Feng Xinglie and him became the greatest resonance between them. The joy of their souls being in harmony filled the air.

Feng Xinglie smiled; of course she was happy!

Does she have to see a man torture himself to the point of being unrecognizable in order to express his feelings for her? That's so foolish! She's not a sadist! A man who tortures himself might evoke pity, but that's not what she wants to see. Xi Suifeng's full head of white hair makes her feel indebted and heartbroken, but it doesn't move her heart.

Ling Yuxiang, however, truly understood what she wanted and what she hoped to see, so he did his best to do so and to make his life better.

This man is stronger than she imagined!

The most touching thing is the spiritual exchange that makes us unwilling to look away, the connection between our hearts. How many people in this world can find such mutual understanding? How lucky we are to have met each other!

Their noses brushed against each other gently, and Feng Xinglie's alluring eyes slowly swept across him, their seductive charm enough to drive any man in the world mad.

Her throat moved involuntarily, and Ling Yuxiang felt her breathing become heavy. At this moment, she was wearing a light gauze dress, and her snow-white skin was faintly visible under the red transparent gauze. Her soft body was like a pool of spring water, soft and boneless. Her exquisite and curvaceous figure was much more obvious than when she wore men's clothing. Coupled with her flirtatious methods, she was undoubtedly the object of men's desire.

“Feng Meiniang, I finally understand why you have such a name… Do you know that your appearance now is completely different from how you were when you were strong?” His voice was hoarse as he gently bit her earlobe.

"Really? But the essence is the same. If you're not careful, you'll be burned to ashes!" Feng Xinglie smiled charmingly. She was no lady of high society, and there was no such thing as a reserved lady. Don't expect to find that in her. Right now, it's just the two of us. What else does she need to worry about?

With a slight tightening of her grip on his neck, she ripped off the thin veil from her face, lunged forward, and bit Ling Yuxiang's thin lips, relentlessly plundering them into his mouth.

Startled by the attack, Ling Yuxiang quickly recovered and reached out to wrap his arms around her waist. His hot hands traveled up her back, sending shivers down her spine. His eyes were half-closed as he forcefully supported her smooth neck.

"Ah...you..."