But the black-clad guard captain glared at him, silencing him.
"Don't even think about it. With me, Old Hei, here, I won't let you lay a finger on our young master." He raised his sword, vowing with overwhelming force, "I won't let you tarnish our young master's pure and noble character..."
He was so angry that he was incoherent, his beard stood on end, and he glared fiercely. With a flick of his wrist, he used his lightness skill to leave Wu Shilang behind and rushed towards the inn.
To defile... to taint... What terrible words!
Now, Ishiro was completely overwhelmed by these two solemn words. Holding Luo Shao's colorful book of enlightening names, full of calligraphy, he couldn't even shed a tear.
Isoro's room is number 1 (earth).
Young Master Luo's is Emperor No. 1.
They were three floors apart, and you had to look up to see each other's doors and windows.
"Why isn't it the upper room?" Ishiro asked, his eyes brimming with tears, looking at the old man with a dark expression and an uncompromising look. He was very frustrated.
He stood there in front of Luo Jinfeng's door, like a gatekeeper, as if he had encountered the most hostile enemy. He didn't blink and said with a straight face, "Only that room is the farthest from our young master."
He paused, then added helplessly, "However, all the food, drink, lodging, and other necessities are in accordance with the highest standards."
Ichiro felt a little relieved and turned to leave.
Suddenly, with a creak, the wooden window panes were slowly pushed open, and a faint fragrance of orchids wafted out. Young Master Luo leaned against the window, a smile playing on his lips.
"Young Master," Old Hei said, trembling with fear.
"You can go down now. Xiao Wushi and I have a lot to talk about." He smiled lazily, his wide sleeves hanging down lazily, trailing along the windowsill, fluttering gracefully in the wind.
Today, he was unusually dressed in a snow-white silk robe with gold trim, which made him look even more sickly, especially given his weak and pale appearance.
"Young Master!!!" Old Hei suddenly looked up, extremely anxious, "I...I can't go down."
He said this and then knelt down.
"Huh? What's going on here now?" Young Master Luo smiled and leaned on the railing, his eyes darting around as he glanced at the bewildered Fifty-Lang. "Did Little Fifty do something you don't like?"
Old Hei looked at Wu Shilang with a bitter expression, his old face turning dark red as he hesitated several times before finally speaking, "Young Master, Miss Xiao, she... well, anyway, I will not leave your side."
He knelt with his back straight, his face full of stubbornness and forbearance.
"Oh?" Luo Jinfeng's eyes grew increasingly puzzled as he looked at Wu Shilang and asked, "Little Wu Shilang, did you take liberties with Old Black?"
Upon hearing this, both those kneeling and those standing motionless flew into a rage.
"Luo Jinfeng!!!"
"Young Master!!!"
Young Master Luo looked completely innocent, sighed sadly, and continued, "Am I not even as good as Old Hei? Little Fifty, if you want to..." He lowered his head ambiguously and sighed, "This young master would rather die for the manor in their place!"
Old Hei, kneeling on the ground, almost went berserk. With tears streaming down his face, he struggled and said, "Young Master, Old Hei is also willing to sacrifice himself for the manor to preserve your chastity."
The two were so mournful that they completely ignored the stunned and dumbfounded Goro.
"Hmm? So you had such a thought?!" Luo Jinfeng's expression immediately changed. His faint smile suddenly blossomed into a bright, dark one, his eyes shining even more. His fingers, gripping the window frame, tightened, causing the wood to creak. Several pieces were even forcibly crushed off and scattered to the ground. Young Master Luo slowly straightened up, his tone cold and sinister as he said, "Old Black, you actually want a piece of my pie too?!"
Despite his obvious smile, Old Hei, kneeling on the ground, clearly heard his young master grinding his teeth, and cold sweat dripped down his forehead.
He hung his head, almost bursting into tears! Had he been communicating with barbarians all along?! Why was the communication so difficult?!
They were talking about sacrificing themselves for the country, but how did it turn into distributing food?!
He gritted his teeth, racking his brains, but he couldn't figure out where the problem lay!
“Since that’s the case, I can’t keep you here,” Young Master Luo casually flicked the corner of his clothes and said indifferently, “I don’t like any unfavorable factors lurking around me.”
He spoke so casually, as if he were saying, "I don't like green peppers."
But this almost caused Old Black, who was kneeling on the ground, to break down.
He immediately raised his hand and swore, "My loyalty to you, young master, is as..."
“Hmm, I believe that,” Young Master Luo nodded, stroking his chin with a smile, “The key is, Old Hei, you’re too charming. I can’t help but be jealous of you. So, you go back to the manor first and I’ll take care of your meals for a month.”
Old Hei burst into tears, touching his dark face repeatedly, suppressing his grief, and gritted his teeth, saying, "It was my fault. I have decided to disfigure myself and follow the young master."
Ichiro almost broke his composure with a chuckle.
This guy is too honest. He looks like a piece of charcoal, with small eyes, a flat nose, and a flat mouth, yet he still seriously claims he's going to disfigure himself.
It's completely unnecessary!
Old Hei turned around fiercely, glared at Fifty-Lang with his tiny, sesame-seed-like eyes, then turned back to look at Young Master Luo with eager eyes.
"How can this be?" Young Master Luo looked surprised and shook his head repeatedly. He said sincerely, "Don't waste the talent that God gave you. Go back to the manor and get along well with Sister-in-law Niu. Win her over with your charm. Xiao Wushi and I will be back from the martial arts tournament. We hope to hear good news from you."
His tone was icy; it seemed these were not words of persuasion, but rather orders.
Old Hei could only nod with tears in his eyes, pack his bags sadly, and head back to the village to prepare to wash his hands and become the head chef.
Speaking of Aunt Niu, the canteen lady at Luoxia Mountain Villa, one has to look up to her. This woman, nearly forty years old, still maintains the sentiment of an eighteen-year-old girl. She is always covered in flowers and walks with a swaying gait. She has been pursuing Lao Hei openly and secretly for decades.
This is a situation that can only be fulfilled... so I have no choice but to grant it.
Young Master Luo sighed by the window for a long time, then turned back with a melancholy and asked, "Little Fifty, everyone says that true love will eventually be united. Don't you agree?"
Isoro nodded, looking very much like it, and said, "Not bad, not bad."
Luo Jinfeng was overjoyed upon hearing this. He turned his head slightly and looked at Wu Shilang with sparkling eyes. His eyebrows were full of affection and his eyes were full of smiles. Under the moonlight, his white clothes fluttered and swirled, giving him an elegant and otherworldly appearance.
"Therefore, Wushuang and I will eventually fly wing to wing." Wushilang clenched his fist in his chest, his gaze passing through the ethereal Luo Dashao and landing on the bright moon.
Wushuang, I'm here, waiting for you to come find me!
Above the silvery-white moon, a cold, stern face gradually appeared. Isoro's eyes and brows were full of smiles as he gazed intently at the moon.
"Hmph," Luo Jinfeng's face suddenly turned cold, his eyes blazing with anger, and he said viciously, "What double wings? If you have wings, I'll twist them off..."
If you have wings, I will break them off. Even if it causes you excruciating pain, I will only suffer the pain myself.
The harsh tone finally snapped the infatuated Ishiro out of her daze. She turned her face, her eyes glazed over, and met Luo Jinfeng's gloomy expression, remaining silent.
"Don't go back. Stay in this house today."
After a long eye contact, Young Master Luo sighed inwardly and said softly.
"No." Isoro frowned, clutching his collar, looking quite embarrassed. "Men and women should not touch each other. We cannot be in the same room."
She suddenly developed a sense of female self-awareness?!
Luo Jinfeng whirled around, his eyes blazing with fury and his face contorted with rage. He said, "You and I are supposed to be separate, but what about Young Master Wushuang? Didn't you share a room with him?!"
Wu Shilang gritted his teeth and remained silent, his eyes filled with grievance. He thought to himself, "Hey, Young Master Luo, Wushuang's position isn't yours, okay?"
Seeing her aggrieved expression and pouting lips, Luo Jinfeng couldn't help but sigh helplessly. He lowered his voice and gently explained, "These past few days, suspicious people have been following our car. If it weren't for the large number of people the village brought this time, I'm afraid we would have already taken action several times over. I'm worried about you staying alone." He raised his finger and pointed to the layout of the room, adding, "Look, this room is divided into two sections. I'll sleep in the outer room, and you'll sleep in the inner room. Actually, we won't be sharing a room."
That's true. The top-tier rooms in this inn are usually divided into two rooms, with the outer one being the so-called reception area.
Isoro bit his lip, recalling the curved blade from that night, his heart tightened, and he finally nodded. He hesitated as he sat down on the edge of the bed, his eyes warily fixed on Young Master Luo, intending to sleep fully clothed.
Luo Jinfeng was all smiles as he prepared to help her carry the blankets and make the bed, but seeing her wary expression, his face immediately fell. He snorted coldly and said, "Even if I had no taste, I wouldn't be interested in a woman like you, with no breasts, no hips, and no heart." He got angrier as he spoke, paused, and then put on an arrogant expression, saying, "Besides, most of the time, you're no different from the maids in my manor."
Although he wouldn't admit it, Isoro's wary expression still wounded his proud young master's heart. He angrily flung his sleeves and left, the jade pendants at his waist striking each other violently with a crisp clanging sound.
Left with an innocent look on his face, Giro sat on the bed staring blankly at his chest. After a long while, he comforted himself with a sense of relief, saying, "No breasts, no hips, no heart, at least I still have a stomach."
She happily took out the pastries from her dinner, which she had tucked into her sleeve, and savored them with relish.
The next morning, Luo Shao got up early, which was unusual for him.
Sitting at the inn's dining table, I enjoyed tea and the scenery with a pleasant mood.
When Giro came down, he was smiling as he watched the black-clad guard chief report on the situation along the way.
“Old Hei, our next stop will be Laicheng. You can bring in more skilled men there.” Luo Shao tapped the table with two fingers, looking relaxed. “Also, after we get back to the manor, keep a close eye on Sister Niu for me. I’ve noticed she’s been acting very strangely lately.”
Old Hei's face immediately turned serious, and he nodded repeatedly.
"Also, she said she was going to take her leave to go to the Sichuan-Chongqing region to find her relatives," Luo Shao leaned casually against the wall and said with a smile, "I didn't hear that she had any family years ago, so you can accompany her for a while, take Xiao Bing and Xiao Luo with you, and go to Sichuan-Chongqing with her."
Old Hei said hurriedly, "But, young master, I..."
"You don't need to worry, I have thirteen riders with me, all of them are excellent at protecting the manor." Young Master Luo smiled and shut down Old Hei's suggestion with one sentence.
"There's no time to lose, you go ahead."
Old Hei at the door could only bid farewell in tears. Before leaving, he didn't forget to glare fiercely at Wu Shilang. With his back to Luo Shao, he slapped her shoulder and threatened, "My young master is kind-hearted and soft-hearted. He'll soften even when he sees a weak cat or dog. Don't take advantage of his soft heart and try to get close to him." He took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "There are plenty of beauties in our village who like the young master. You're not even in the running."
Isoro nodded with a smile.
Waving a small handkerchief in her hand, she said, "Okay, Old Hei, go in peace. I promise you, I'll take care of all the rest of your affairs."
She spoke with utmost sincerity, which made Lao Hei's face twitch repeatedly. He glared at her hatefully several times before leaping onto his horse and galloping away.
“Little Fifty, if I were you, I would change out of this black outfit,” Luo Jinfeng said, standing behind her without her noticing. He pointed at Fifty’s shoulder and whispered, “You look like you’re in mourning when you’re dressed in black.”
Upon hearing this, Isoro immediately had a negative association.
Hesitantly, he asked, "Does it really seem like that?"
Luo Shao nodded solemnly, subtly pressing a handkerchief onto her shoulder, and said, "Remember, after you change your clothes, wash your face; your face is covered in drool."
Isoro hurriedly wiped his face, complaining, "I've already washed my face."
Luo Shao smiled slightly, turned her around, snapped his fingers, and immediately a guard handed over a set of light pink women's clothing.
"Go ahead, I'll give you the time it takes to drink a cup of tea. Be quick." He reached out and gave him a slight push. Gritting his teeth, Goro took the clothes from his hand and turned to go upstairs.
She walked very fast, raising her hand as she went to wipe her face in a childlike manner.
Standing where he was, Luo Shao watched Wu Shilang go upstairs until she disappeared from his sight. His smiling face gradually darkened. He twirled the embroidered handkerchief he had just picked up with his index finger, turned his head and ordered, "Qi Yi, look at the scented powder on it. What is its origin?"
Immediately, a guard in black stepped forward, respectfully took the item, bowed his head in response, and with a light touch of his foot, leaped away.
"Second Rider, you go with Lao Hei and the others to the Sichuan-Chongqing region. Report back immediately if anything happens."
The second rider in black asked, quite puzzled, "Young Master, what about Old Black?"
Luo Jinfeng turned around, sat down again, picked up the tea on the table, stirred it with the lid, and said calmly, "He's not Lao Hei, so I moved him away."
The second rider was surprised and asked, "Young Master is indeed wise, but how did you know?" The thirteen riders in black had grown up with Luo Jinfeng since childhood, so they were closer to him than the other guards.
Luo Jinfeng sat upright in his chair, feeling quite frustrated. He replied in a muffled voice, "So what if his disguise is skillful? He hasn't mastered any of the other essentials, and he has absolutely no professional ethics. This undercover operation... was a failure!"
He slammed his cup down in anger, muttering to himself in even greater rage, "Old Hei actually didn't peek at the 'Spring Palace Twelve Months' that I missed! Such a huge oversight, and it still happened!" He turned around in utter fury and said, "Does the Treasure Toad Palace think I'm an idiot?!"
His eyes widened in anger, and he gritted his teeth, saying fiercely, "Since they've provoked me like this, I'm not going to keep a low profile anymore. I'm going to teach them a lesson!"