I am born a beauty, and I am supreme

Chapter 106

If Chu Gexing were present, he would surely scold Tang Leyan for being utterly spineless, actually smiling at the enemy for a mere meal.

However, while cursing, perhaps with Lord Chu's clever mind, he will learn another trick to defeat the enemy in the future.

He has always been someone who can learn by analogy.

As a result, I missed a learning opportunity.

Tang Leyan hadn't expected Feng Feisheng to be such a generous person. Although at first she thought he was slick, glib, and especially frivolous, arrogant, and domineering—a spoiled son of an official—she decided to halve her bad impression of him after the meal at Fuguilou.

Because the Fugui Building in Shundu is a famously luxurious place, ordinary princes and ministers who want to dine there must make reservations in advance, at least ten days in advance. If the reservation is too short or if they want to cut in line, they cannot.

This wasn't just because of Fu Gui Lou's renowned reputation; the owner of Fu Gui Lou had publicly stated that guests' desired dishes must be arranged and prepared in advance. For example, if a dish wasn't available locally, it would be transported from elsewhere as quickly as possible to ensure freshness. If it wasn't in season, they would go to great lengths to find the ingredients anywhere in the world and have people procure them. Almost anything you could imagine that you could eat at Fu Gui Lou, so it was impossible to simply imagine ordering something; considerable preparation time was required. To have a meal there required not only money but also a great deal of patience.

Someone like Tang Leyan, who is prone to acting on impulse, would never be able to afford it. Moreover, even if she had the patience, she might not be willing to pay that expensive price.

However, it's different when someone is hosting.

It seems this young master of Danning has some tricks up his sleeve. He's only been in Shundu for less than three days, yet he's already booked a table at the Fugui Restaurant. Even if they have a deep-seated grudge, Tang Leyan thinks they should finish this meal before they fight.

When I encountered Feng Feisheng on the street just now, he was dressed like a scoundrel who was out with his wicked servants, trying to harass respectable women.

But once he entered the brothel, he transformed into a refined young lady destined to be teased.

Feng Feisheng ate with great elegance. Even when drinking soup, he didn't make a sound. After finishing, a waiter brought him a snow-white silk handkerchief to wipe his mouth.

He would eat a piece of meat that was already very tender and could almost melt in his mouth without chewing, but he insisted on cutting it with a small silver knife and then putting it into his mouth in small pieces.

Tang Leyan was initially stunned, but in the end she just buried her head in her food and couldn't be bothered to pay any attention to him.

A table full of local dishes, a feast for the eyes, nose, and palate. If it were out of 100, Tang Leyan would give it 99 points, leaving the last point because she was too full to continue.

If it weren't for her last shred of pride, she would almost have packed one up and taken it home.

Feng Feisheng looked at her and smiled.

Looking at his smile, Tang Leyan felt a bit sluggish from eating too much, and her vigilance had inevitably decreased.

"What is the young master laughing at?" she asked.

"My brother Xiaole is truly a free-spirited and unrestrained man." His features were exquisite.

"Oh. How so?"

"Ahem, it's nothing." Feng Feisheng covered his mouth with his hand and coughed lightly. "Brother Le, have you eaten your fill?"

"I'm very full."

"I wonder how these dishes taste?"

"It's...quite delicious." Le Yan scratched her head and laughed.

"That's good."

"Young Master doesn't seem to have eaten much? Is he feeling unwell?" It was rare for her to show concern for someone else.

Feng Feisheng smiled gently: "No, I've always had a small appetite."

"Oh, what a pity." Le Yan shook her head.

"Yes, it's no pity. I'm glad you're satisfied, Brother Le."

"I'm very satisfied." Le Yan nodded, took out a toothpick from the small silver box, and prepared to take a bite.

She wouldn't stop until she ruined her clean image, which made him frown.

"Ahem, now that we've had our fill of food and drink, let's talk about something interesting." Feng Feisheng paused for a moment, then looked up at Tang Leyan.

"Young Master's words are quite suggestive. Could it be that he's become preoccupied with other things after a good meal?" She let out a burp, raised her hand, picked up the cup of tea in front of her, and took a small sip.

"Really?" Feng Feisheng blinked innocently.

“A little bit.” She nodded solemnly.

Feng Feisheng chuckled and slowly said, "Actually, from the moment I met Brother Le, I felt... a very peculiar feeling in my heart. How should I put it? This feeling is very strange, it's like..." He frowned and spoke slowly.

"How was it?" Le Yan asked with a smile.

“For no reason, I felt a strange impulse, you know, something like…” Feng Feisheng pondered, seemingly searching for the right words.

Her face was flushed, like a young girl in the throes of first love, about to confess her feelings.

“Let me guess,” Le Yan looked up at him, “is it something like… the urge to pounce on him and beat him up?”

"How did you know?" Feng Feisheng looked up in surprise.

“Because… uh…” Le Yan’s shoulders trembled, and she reached out to touch her stomach, “Because when I saw you, young master, I also had this kind of impulse in my heart.” She looked at Feng Feisheng and smiled happily.

Feng Feisheng nodded: "Brother Le and I are truly of one mind."

“Yes, yes,” Le Yan clicked her tongue, “Thank you for your hospitality, young master. After a satisfying meal, I’m going back to take a nap.”

She stood up, and suddenly her figure swayed.

"Brother Le, have you eaten too much, causing your steps to falter?" Feng Feisheng smiled, a smirk playing on his lips. He sat there motionless.

"Really?" Le Yan reached out and rubbed her eyes, her vision blurry.

"Or perhaps there's something strange in the food at Fugui Restaurant that Brother Le ate?" He raised the closed fan in his hand, covered his mouth, and began to smile with narrowed eyes.

The white mink fur around his neck made him look more like a cunning, smiling fox.

Le Yan took a few steps back until she reached the railing, feeling a mix of grief and indignation, and disappointment: "Young Master, how could you bear to add poison to such fine dishes? You are truly... wasting precious resources."

Feng Feisheng chuckled twice and said, "Those kinds of things aren't poison. If you eat them individually, they're actually very nourishing. They're my exclusive secret recipe. But if you eat a little of each dish... Brother Le, do you feel like your dantian is empty and you have no internal energy left?"

“Alas, I also sensed it a long time ago, and it is indeed so. It is truly a rare and precious medicine,” Le Yan said, holding onto the railing and looking earnestly at Feng Feisheng. “I wonder if the young master would be willing to pass on such a precious secret to me?”

"Hmm, after I've given you a good beating to vent my anger, I'll definitely give you a satisfactory answer." Feng Feisheng stood up, and with a whoosh, he opened his fan. The white folding fan had gold trim, and four large, flamboyant characters written in ink on it read: "You'll be sorry."

Dragon and Tiger Fight in the Capital Chapter 126: Testing the Pufferfish

Feng Feisheng waved his fan, revealing four large characters on the fan: "You'll see."

Upon seeing this, Tang Leyan couldn't help but smile wryly. She thought his white clothes and hat, along with his frivolous manner and annoying words, were already conspicuous enough, but she didn't expect there to be something even more outrageous to come.

Feng Feisheng slowly stepped forward.

Tang Leyan glanced at him and raised her hand to stop him: "Stop, wait a moment."

"Brother Le, do you have any last words?" Feng Feisheng asked with a smile.

"Why...why did you do this?" she asked, pointing a trembling finger at him.

"Because I don't like the look of you."

"That's all?"

"Or what do you want?"

“Fine…” she suddenly said in grief and indignation, “You, you, you…you just wait and see, a gentleman takes revenge even after ten years…”

"Yes, yes, I've got it." Feng Feisheng remained expressionless, still smiling. "However, there's something I don't quite understand and want to ask you."

Tang Leyan gritted her teeth: "Speak."

Feng Feisheng asked, "You knew all along that the food was poisoned, so why did you still eat it?"

Tang Leyan said sadly, "I thought you would always leave a few dishes without any seasoning, but who would have thought you would eat every single one?"

After a moment of surprise, Feng Feisheng shook his head and sighed, "I never expected that by sheer chance, you would actually run into this."

Tang Leyan snorted coldly, seemingly a little regretful: "But it was worth it. What I find most strange is that I couldn't even tell what kind of medicine it was." Feng Feisheng sneered: "That's not what you should be worried about right now."

Tang Leyan reached up and touched her forehead: "If you hadn't reminded me, I would have almost forgotten."

Feng Feisheng laughed and said, "Regret it? Fine, if you're willing to kneel down and call me 'Master Feng' three times, this young master will consider it..."

"Look at your greasy hair and powdered face. You're still wet behind the ears, and you look even younger than me. I really can't bring myself to call you 'this young master'."

"You're really asking for trouble."

"I don't like to be forced to drink a penalty cup. If there's a chance in the future, I'll have to invite the young master to another meal."

"Even when you're about to die, you're still trying to bargain with me..."

"It's rare to meet someone as generous as the Crown Prince."

"I drugged you, and you don't even blame me?"

"Your Highness must understand, there is such a thing in this world as... risking one's life to try pufferfish. Ha, ha..." She laughed twice, quite pleased with herself.

Feng Feisheng suddenly wondered whether his painstaking meal had actually brought him a good deal or a huge loss.

He frowned and said, "I wasn't wrong about you. You're a guy not to be underestimated. Interesting, but even more annoying."

"I know you're jealous that I'm prettier than you, that's what they call being jealous of talent..." Tang Leyan reached out as if to wipe away tears, pressing one hand against the railing.

Feng Feisheng fell silent.

He had already decided she was his prey, and with all her internal energy gone, she was naturally no match for him. He didn't want to make too much of a scene, lest someone lose face. Besides, he was blocking her path in front of her, and there was a five-story building behind her. If she were to fall without any internal energy... unless she really didn't want to live.

As Feng Feisheng was pondering this, the person in front of him unexpectedly placed his hand on the railing and leaped over it. In an instant, the red-clad figure fluttered into the air, like a phoenix flower suddenly blooming.

She tossed out a crisp remark: "You little punk, you better remember this!"

Feng Feisheng reacted extremely quickly; after a moment of surprise, he leaped forward.

One moment she was chatting and laughing with him, making all sorts of gestures, without showing the panic one would expect when facing imminent death. The next moment she suddenly couldn't think straight and jumped off the building to her death.

Although she was annoying, she wasn't someone he absolutely wanted to kill. Feng Feisheng flew forward and grabbed her wrist.

Unexpectedly, the man fell backward and smiled at him, raising his handsome eyebrows and smiling in a way that was incredibly beautiful and radiant.

Feng Feisheng was taken aback. She had already gently brushed his hand away.

The sound still lingers in my ears.

Feng Feisheng watched helplessly as her body plummeted straight down, and was about to jump down to catch her. But his mind raced in an instant, and he suddenly stopped.

Tang Leyan shouted, "Catch it..."

The bright red dress fluttered in the wind, making a rustling sound, like a fiery red flower falling from the sky and blooming in the wind.

Feng Feisheng stared intently.

A commotion erupted downstairs, with someone faintly shouting, "Someone has fallen!"

Just as Tang Leyan was about to land, a steadfast figure stood still and, in a flash, stretched out his arms and caught her steadily in his hands.