My First Husband After Transmigration

Chapter 50

After saying that, he walked to the bedside and sat down.

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It was more like dusk than dawn. The sky was overcast and cold, without a breath of wind, which only made people feel stuffy and oppressive.

An inconspicuous horse-drawn carriage slowly passed by on the street, raising a light cloud of dust.

The driver was a handsome, aloof man in black with a hooked nose.

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Inside the car, the person was as serene as a chrysanthemum.

This was another "god" besides He Bi, a divine healer. It was said that as long as you had a breath left, he had the ability to pull you back from the brink of death. Even the Prefect of Jinling, Wu, had to present a rare potted "Spring Wave Green" plant to persuade him to make a house call. The fact that he treated me was truly my good fortune.

The familiar feeling I had when we first met resurfaced.

Why did this happen? Yang Nianqing was both surprised and grateful, and finally felt relieved—she hadn't expected that she would almost die after only two months in ancient times!

"Thank you so much, Brother Qiu," she leaned over and clapped her hands. "Your medical skills are truly amazing. If it weren't for you, I would definitely be dead by now."

Qiu Bailu remained silent.

Li You muttered, "You'd better not flatter this person too much, otherwise he'll put on airs and it will be difficult to ask him for favors in the future."

Nangong Xue smiled: "Even if it's difficult, Brother Li still has a way to bring him here."

With his long eyelashes drooping, Li You leaned against the car wall and said, "Don't you guys think that having a miracle doctor around will make things bolder?"

Qiu Bailu glanced at him and said, "With you here, I'm very timid."

Everyone just found it amusing.

“I heard that Madam Ye is also a lover of flowers, and she must have planted quite a few. Since you have nothing to do anyway, why not go and admire them?” Li You straightened up and carefully examined him, then shook his head. “I really don’t understand why you and Old He always have such stern faces, as if someone owes you hundreds of taels of silver.”

Yang Nianqing couldn't help but exclaim, "Because they are the 'boss'!"

"boss?"

"Always have a stern face, so call him 'boss'."

“Interesting!” Li You thought about it seriously and found it very interesting. He patted Qiu Bailu on the shoulder and said, “The title ‘boss’ really suits you.”

Nangong Xue chuckled: "Brother Li, why are you acting like Xiao Nian, being so mischievous..."

Yang Nianqing immediately glared at him: "He's always been more mischievous than me."

Seeing her join in the charade, Qiu Bailu wasn't angry. She simply said, "He's really good to you. He even went so far as to trample my flowers just to get me to save you."

After saying that, he looked at Li You, his tone carrying a hint of barely perceptible schadenfreude: "So you can get anxious too."

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Betting? Stepping on flowers? (F5)

The smile froze on his face.

Nangong Xue remained silent for a long while, then suddenly revealed a gentle and kind smile: "That's right, if he hadn't saved you, Brother Li would definitely have already made a bet with someone in the Nanshan Formation to trample the flowers. He wasn't saving you, he was saving the flowers."

He then looked at Qiu Bailu and said with a smile, "Brother Li said he would make a hundred bets, and he will definitely make one less than a hundred."

Qiu Bailu also looked at him, her gaze complex.

Yang Nianqing immediately looked at Li You and saw him leaning against the car wall again, his handsome face full of joy and amusement.

Would he worry about me? Looking into those long, bright eyes, Yang Nianqing was suddenly deeply moved. He had been so good to her; she really should treat him better in the future… (62)

Who knew—

"That's only because she hasn't paid back the debt she owes me." A magnetic voice, spoken with an air of self-assurance.

Nangong Xue was slightly taken aback: "Debt?"

“Yes,” he winked, “gambling debts.”

Gambling debts? Neither Nangong Xue nor Qiu Bailu understood, but Yang Nianqing knew he was referring to the hundred-year-old laundry debt. Instantly, her initial感动 (feeling of being moved/touched) vanished.

She gritted her teeth: "I still remember, you're so stingy!"

Li You smiled.

Qiu Bailu ignored them and looked at Nangong Xue with a sneer: "I'm not surprised that he's anxious, but I don't quite understand why you're anxious too."

Nangong Xue smiled slightly, then turned away without saying a word.

Yang Nianqing also fell silent, surprisingly. Ever since she got into the carriage, she had had a strange feeling in her heart, as if there was something important in front of her, but she couldn't remember what it was.

"I guess it's because I've been too stressed these past two months," she shook her head self-deprecatingly, trying to shake off the feeling.

Outside the car, He Bi's cold voice rang out: "Sit tight!"

A whip cracked.

The carriage, carrying two "gods" and three people, sped towards Tangjiabao.

Volume Three: A Handsome Man Appears Again in the Question of Love

Updated on Shuxiang Chinese Website: 2008-02-26 10:50:38 Word Count: 5443

Tangjiabao, on the eastern hillside of the city.

Fortunately, Yang Nianqing had arrived in ancient times and landed in the famous Nangong Villa, so she had seen the world and was not too surprised by the wealth and grandeur of Tangjiabao. The furnishings in the hall were very exquisite, with sandalwood tables and chairs, ancient paintings and calligraphy on the walls, and a pair of antique vases in the cabinets, whose patterns and colors alone were extraordinary.

Finally, there was a huge standing screen, depicting a desolate landscape, exuding an elegant charm.

Just as Yang Nianqing saw this, someone emerged from behind the screen.

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From the moment Yang Nianqing first saw this person, she couldn't take her eyes off him—it turns out that a woman's beauty can transcend appearance and age.

Dressed in simple clothes and with a plain face, she had just experienced the pain of losing her husband, and a trace of sorrow lingered on her face. She was no longer young, and there were deep lines at the corners of her eyes, making her look much older than Madam Leng.

She wasn't considered beautiful.

But she was also incredibly beautiful.

That beauty was subtle, like a delicate fragrance, slowly emanating from her body. Was it inner beauty? Or a refined air? It was hard to define, yet it stirred the heart and evoked tenderness.

Holy and gentle. (9b)

It's hard to imagine that such a woman could be the murderer.

Yang Nianqing snapped out of her daze, and while admiring the sight, a strange sense of familiarity welled up inside her—was she seeing a ghost? Why did she always feel this way when she came to ancient times? She was extremely surprised. Qiu Bailu was easy to recognize; she was too ordinary-looking to be mistaken for anyone else, so she was familiar with her. But this Madam Ye, if she had really seen her before, she would definitely remember her.

I feel like I've seen her somewhere before, but where...?

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While she was lost in thought, the other four had already exchanged pleasantries with Madam Ye. Of the four "firsts," two "gods" were not fond of talking, and of the other two "people," one was an idle and lazy person. So, it was Nangong Xue who had to speak up and explain their purpose.

Bringing up painful memories again only intensified Madam Ye's anguish and bewilderment. She lowered her head and remained silent for a long while before finally speaking, her voice as gentle as she was: "Regarding my late husband, now..."

Before he could finish speaking, a commotion suddenly broke out outside.

"You've never disciplined me before, and now you don't even respect me anymore? How dare you!"

“Young master, the lady is receiving guests in the hall.”

"..."

Before the words were finished, a figure barged in, accompanied by a lazy, dismissive voice: "It's good that there are guests. I was just about to see which distinguished guests they are."

A pair of pitch-black eyes, as deep as an abyss.

Yang Nianqing was stunned.

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Their eyes met, and the young master Tang was clearly taken aback. After a moment, a frivolous smile gradually appeared on his handsome face, and it was unclear whether he had truly recognized her.

A cough rang out, and Yang Nianqing came back to her senses. It was Li You, who was looking at her with amusement!

"You'er!" Seeing her son's outburst, Madam Ye suddenly stood up, her gentle face flushing red with anger. "How can you be so unruly with guests present!"

Young Master Tang seemed not to hear, only staring at Yang Nianqing up and down with the typical lecherous gaze.

What a load of crap!

Under such gazes, Yang Nianqing also got angry. She wasn't one of those shy women from ancient times who would blush if a man looked at her twice. She was ready to fight back! So, with a vengeful spirit, she used the gaze of a modern woman with lust, looking him up and down without any shyness and with a hint of disdain—Tch, do you think I've never seen a handsome man before!

It would be somewhat unexpected for a lecherous man to encounter a woman like this.

As expected, Young Master Tang was stunned.

Madam Ye, however, could not bear it any longer and scolded, "You'er! Where did you go just now?"

“Mother already knows where her son is, why ask again?” He came to his senses, not looking at his angry mother, but glancing at everyone. “I didn’t expect so many distinguished guests today. I’m tired, please excuse me. Mother, you can take your time.”

After saying that, he went inside on his own.

Madam Ye's frail body seemed to tremble slightly. After a long while, she finally calmed down, sat down again, and a desolate and bitter smile appeared on her lips: "This is a worrying case of an unfilial son. Now that my late husband is gone, there is no one to discipline him, making him a laughing stock for everyone."

Everyone already knew who he was, but what they didn't expect was that this young master Tang would act so recklessly right under his mother's nose!

His name was Tang Keyou.

Yang Nianqing wondered to herself—how could someone with such eyes put on such a different act? Could there be many unknown secrets hidden beneath such a cynical exterior?

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No matter how far the topic goes, there is one person who will never forget the main point.

He Bi cut to the chase: "Does Madam know anything about the details of the Fortress Master's affairs?"

Madam Ye remained silent for a long time before shaking her head: "Since my late husband is gone, what do I, a mere woman, know? I entrust everything to you all. I only hope that the real culprit will be found as soon as possible so that he can rest in peace."