You should eat more slowly.
With his mouth full, Ning Xian replied, "I didn't eat anything at noon—except for those two sips of wine."
Feng shook her head and went to get other dishes for her. But in the short time it took to turn her head, as she was about to push the plate in front of her, she realized that the seat next to her was empty.
He suddenly stood up and asked Yu Lin, "Where's Ning Xian?!"
"She just—"
This scene is so... familiar.
—What's going on?! Ning Xian didn't drink!
"Feng, what happened?"
"It's okay, you continue eating, I'll go find Ning Xian."
"phoenix?"
Yu Lin watched Feng leave in a hurry, puzzled, but Feng did not want more people to know about this matter.
Although Ning Xian hadn't been drinking, he still had to find her first, just in case. No… he had a feeling that this "what if" had already happened. There was no reason, just an instinctive feeling.
Unfortunately, he didn't tie a rope around Ning Xian beforehand.
Perhaps he should have done that, so that he wouldn't have to go through the trouble of searching everywhere every time she suddenly disappeared. Unfortunately, he didn't do it sooner, so now he still has to search everywhere, and to no avail.
As for Mu Huahua, Ning Xian found several of his favorite young maids to serve him dinner. With beauties in his arms, he naturally refused to eat at the banquet, so he prepared food in his own courtyard. With beauties in one hand and fine wine in the other, the only drawback was that he called Hong Hong "Green Green" and cauliflower "Broccoli"... (Wait, he's just visually impaired, not colorblind! Can cauliflower and broccoli be confused??) Thus, the Left Envoy realized for the first time the inconvenience of uniform attire. Didn't it mean he didn't dare to flirt casually, lest he flirt with the wrong person? However, this kind of thing was naturally no problem for the Left Envoy, who had been in the game of love for many years. He simply called all the women "darling" and all the men "good boy".
If he can't even tell men from women, then he might as well quit the business.
Just as he finished his meal and sent all his darlings away, preparing to return to his room, he pushed open the door and was met with a shadowy figure looming over him—and what happened next…hehe, omitted.
When Ning Xian opened his eyes in the early morning, he had the illusion that time had turned back.
The man's body heat, his exposed chest—looking up, she saw a face with a half-smile, patiently awaiting her reaction—the whole scene was familiar, only the male protagonist had changed—
Ning Xian screamed and stumbled backward, only to fall backward and land on her back. Cold sweat poured down her face; even the scene was exactly the same. She pointed at the man on the bed, his clothes wide open, revealing his fair and alluring chest and the clear, beautiful bloodstains on his neck. Her tongue was already trembling, "Hua... Hua Hua—what... what did you do!?"
Mu Yuan on the bed immediately revealed a captivating, alluring smile, and replied, "How annoying, Xianxian, it should be you who did something to me, not me who did something."
Ning Xian suddenly felt like crying—why, why did this happen? She clearly hadn't been drinking, so how could this have happened?! Although she was still wearing her underwear, she was clearly "disheveled," why did she do this again?!
She disregarded everything else, rushed forward, grabbed Mu Yuan's collar, and asked, "What exactly happened between us?!" Mu Yuan smiled alluringly, "Xianxian, why are you asking me what you did?"
With a swift and decisive move, he pushed the question back to her, clearly intending to keep the relationship ambiguous and complicated. Ning Xian lowered her head in frustration, then raised it again, pulling him close and threatening, "Don't say a word! You're not allowed to mention what happened last night to anyone! Otherwise, I'll castrate you!!" Mu Yuan analyzed the seriousness of Ning Xian's words and then smiled "sincerely," "Okay, I promise I won't say a word."
...Isn't that too easy? Is Mu Yuan really that cooperative?
"Swear it!"
"I swear."
—Even though that smiling face, no matter how you look at it, makes you feel unreliable.
Although Ning Xian was very skeptical about whether she and Mu Yuan had actually done anything—there were no signs of a violent struggle or abuse at the scene, but the other person was Mu Yuan—that immoral, shameless, and promiscuous Mu Huahua! Good heavens, even if she didn't force her, this person would probably just half-heartedly give in, right?
Ning Xian hurriedly dressed and ran out the door, but behind her came Mu Yuan's lazy voice—"Xianxian, you're leaving just like that? Remember to come again—"
A chill ran down his spine. Ning Xian sternly retorted, "Remember! Don't tell anyone!!" and then hastily fled.
"It's alright, it's alright. Whether this happened or not, what happened is known only to heaven, earth, you, and me. No third person will know." She needed to think carefully about what reason to use to explain to Feng that she hadn't returned home all night.
She had barely finished thinking when she reached the courtyard gate and immediately saw Feng, sporting dark circles under her eyes, waiting outside her room. Instinctively, she did something—turned and ran. Naturally, she was caught by Feng before she could run ten steps. "—Why are you running?"
"No, no..."
"You didn't run away? Then what are you doing?"
"Exercise, I do my morning exercise..."
"..."
"..."
"So, where were you at night before your morning exercise?" Feng Yiran grabbed her by the back of the collar and continued to ask with a dark face. "I, I..."
Before I could even finish speaking, I saw Long Jue hurrying towards us from afar, with Bai Mo following behind. "Ning Xian, Feng." Long Jue looked at the two of them, and Feng finally released her grip on the back of her neck. Long Jue's gaze fell on Ning Xian—"Someone said they saw Feng waiting outside your house all night? What did you do?"
"No! I swear I didn't drink! Not a drop!"
Facing Long Jue's suspicious gaze, she nodded vigorously. Long Jue looked at Feng for confirmation. If there was no reason, why would Feng wait for her outside all night?
Feng hesitated slightly, "She really didn't drink..."
Indeed, he hadn't seen her drink, yet she had "disappeared," and "didn't return all night." Although he didn't know what had happened, hearing from Feng that Ning Xian hadn't drunk alcohol, Long Jue's expression finally softened, and just as things were easing a little, he heard a seductive voice—
"Oh, everyone's here."
Ning Xian's body stiffened slightly, and when he turned around—he was immediately struck dumb—
With a captivating smile and alluring charm, Mu Huahua approached, dressed in flowing white robes. The loose collar revealed glimpses of skin, but more importantly, the clearly defined, dark red teeth marks around her collarbone added a touch of allure…
Feng was certainly familiar with that tooth mark; no, it should be said that everyone present was familiar with it…
Two faces, blacker than the bottom of a pot and stinking worse than a dead person, simultaneously left the small tooth mark and slowly turned towards Ning Xian—this should need no further explanation, right?
Ning Xian was on the verge of tears, trembling as he pointed at Mu Huahua, who was laughing with unparalleled charm—"You, you deserve to be struck by lightning!!" Mu Huahua raised an eyebrow and smiled; he hadn't said a single word. Oh?
Under the intense, piercing gazes of the two men, Ning Xian felt a chill run down her spine and took one step back after another. Finally, Feng grabbed her arm, leaving her with nowhere to retreat. Long Jue stood beside her, arms crossed, glaring fiercely at her. Ning Xian felt as if she were witnessing a demon god reincarnated. "We should have a proper talk, hmm?"
"No...no, I don't want to! Ahhhhhh—"
Ning Xian was dragged into the courtyard by Feng and Long Jue amidst screams, and the gate slammed shut in front of Mu Yuan and Bai Mo. Mu Yuan shook her head and sighed, feeling sorry for Ning Xian. Then, she looked up and smiled at Bai Mo with a beaming smile, saying, "Since we have nothing to do here, how about we go have breakfast together, Brother Bai?"
"..." Maybe we shouldn't...?"
"Yes, yes, it's been a long time since we brothers have caught up. Come on, I'll go find a cook to make breakfast—I know a cook whose pan-fried buns are absolutely amazing, Brother Bai must try them—" Before Bai Mo could refuse, Mu Yuan had already dragged him away, pulling and groping him as she did so.
Chapter 95 The Wife Climbs into Bed 4 (from "The Wife Climbs the Wall") by Lian Zhi Qingting.
Two door gods stood on either side, and inside the house was Ning Xian, half-dead. She had to admit, the sight of Feng and Long Jue standing together was truly oppressive.
Long Jue pondered the reason for this sudden situation, but since she hadn't drunk any alcohol, how could this problem arise? This had never happened before. Could it be… that this poor drinking habit was also a manifestation of her "broken string" problem? Could it happen anytime, anywhere, without any reason?
Long Jue and Feng exchanged a glance and unanimously decided to place her under house arrest until they found out the reason, to prevent her from causing trouble! Ning Xian sighed deeply; she was truly a pitiful person. She didn't even know what had happened or how it happened, and was just locked up like this. Her movements were limited to her room and the small courtyard, and she couldn't even step out of the gate.
Yu Lin specially brought them dinner, even though he didn't know what had happened. Neither Long Jue nor Feng would reveal anything. They still entrusted Yu Lin with the task of bringing them food, simply because they felt this young man was someone they could trust. "Yu Lin—I'm suffocating, can you help me get out of here…" Before she could finish speaking, she saw two stern-faced men behind Yu Lin staring coldly at her, so she could only shut up and eat.
"Why isn't the banquet over yet? The dishes still look so lavish..." How long are these people going to keep drinking?
Yu Lin smiled and said, "No, actually today is already over. The leader said he was tired and wanted to go back to rest. But I saw that these dishes are what you've been liking these past few days, so I went to find the chef to make them fresh."
—Yulin is definitely the best! Where can you find such a wonderful child?
She casually asked Yulin, "This shrimp is the best. I always ask the chef to make it for me when I have time—what's it called?" "Drunken shrimp."
"Drunken shrimp?"
"Hmm, it's soaked in alcohol. The authentic way is to directly intoxicate live shrimp and eat them like that, but the leader doesn't like raw food, so this drunken shrimp is made by soaking live shrimp in alcohol until they're thoroughly soaked, then adding seasonings and grilling them..." Yu Lin was speaking, peeling shrimp for her, when she looked up and saw Ning Xian's face was ashen, unable to swallow a mouthful of shrimp—
—Huh? What's wrong?
He looked at Long Jue and Feng, both of whom had sour faces, with a strange expression as they walked over together. Long Jue asked Ning Xian, "Did you eat it?" Ning Xian nodded with difficulty. Although she spat out what was in her mouth, what she had eaten before was... Feng simply pried open her mouth and tried to spit it out—"Spit it out!"
"Huh? What's going on?" Yu Lin stared in astonishment at this inhumane scene. Feng tried for a long time but Ning Xian still couldn't vomit. Long Jue simply turned around and said, "Get a rope!"
Just as Feng Gang turned to wipe her hands and Long Jue returned with the rope, their target... vanished. Enraged, why was she only so swift and elusive at times like this? Long Jue decided to compile a list of all the handsome men in the cult who lived alone and were currently there, and search their rooms one by one! —That damned girl!!
That night, almost every good-looking single man in the cult was harassed in bewilderment, with the last few even being dragged out of bed. Unfortunately, Ning Xian vanished once again.
"Have we missed anything?"
Hearing the commotion, they immediately understood what was going on. Mu Yuan, who had rushed over to join the fun, suggested, "Should we go check out the stable boy's room?" Feng kicked him away. Long Jue, expressionless, watched Mu Yuan's retreating figure and said, "She hates the smell of horse manure." Should they lower their standards of beauty? Long Jue didn't think it was necessary. He suddenly paused, "Perhaps we have indeed overlooked something..."
"where?"
"...Has the sect leader gone back to rest?"
"..."
"..."
—The leader?
She's exceptionally beautiful, lives alone, and is currently within the cult—all three match. But the problem is, when the cult leader begins his rest, who dares to disturb him?
However, since there was such a possibility, Feng naturally wouldn't let it go.
"Then let's go take a look, as long as we don't alert the cult leader—"
Long Jue nodded and hurriedly led him toward the sect leader's room.
Although they are not usually visible, the leader is indeed surrounded by guards different from those in the Netherworld and Blissful Heaven. With their permission, Long Jue, without disturbing the leader, simply stood in the room where he could clearly see the bed and took a look.
However, this one glance was enough to see the person on the bed clearly. It was obviously only Dongfang Qingming.
Even this place has been ruled out, so where is that brat?!
Where is it? Ning Xian was also eager to know the answer to this question.
When she opened her eyes, all she saw was darkness, hard, cold, and filled with dust. Before she could even sit up, her head slammed against the hard surface, forcing her to rub her forehead and crawl back down—what the hell was she? Narrow and dark, like a coffin… She vaguely recalled the scene at dinner earlier and shuddered—had she gone to some strange place again while drunk?! Had she really messed around with someone in a coffin…? The more she thought about it, the more terrified she became, so she hurriedly crawled towards a sliver of light ahead. Once she emerged, she breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't a coffin at all; her head had only bumped against a bed board, and lying on that board was—ahhhhh—why was it the cult leader?! How did she end up under the cult leader's bed?!
The person on the bed turned over, still fast asleep. Terrified, she dared not breathe. Without thinking about what had happened, she scrambled to escape—