White Robe - Chapter 59
A soft "Eh!" was heard, and the laughter gradually subsided. In the hazy mist on the horizon, a pink figure vaguely appeared.
As dawn broke, just before sunrise, the pink figure drew ever closer, drifting gracefully, as if coalescing from the mist. My fingers pressed against the strings, cold sweat soaking my back. Knowing this person might be the one who had laughed, I still dared not move. To possess a voice that could move hearts and souls—far surpassing Qin Louyue's Soul-Searching Melody! A chilling aura pierced my bones. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Shang Shaozhang had somehow drawn his Autumn Water Blade! His fingers were clenched tightly, veins bulging, clearly condensing the killing intent and power of the blade into those five fingers!
A figure gradually emerged from the mist, and her face, too, appeared before us as she stepped out of the morning fog—
My fingers suddenly stiffened, my gaze fixed on her face, and I could barely move!
My God, is this a human—or a devil?!
If it were a human, how could it have such a face?
Innocence and allure, beauty and freshness, shyness and wantonness, gentleness and boldness—all these qualities are vividly displayed on her face, as delicate as a newborn baby's. Every glance, every smile, every gesture of hers carries an astonishing allure! Every inch of her skin, every bone, seems to have been sculpted by the gods with the finest jade, creating this captivating beauty who can bewitch both gods and demons.
She was completely wrapped in pink gauze of some unknown material, but only her feet were bare beneath the skirt.
Jet-black hair, pink clothes, snow-white skin.
She not only attracts men's attention, but also makes me, a woman, unable to look at her with disdain.
The woman who emerged from the mist smiled, extending her slender, jade-like fingers, and an orchid instantly bloomed on her white, jade-like fingers! Her voice was like the sweetest temptation from the devil in heaven and earth:
"I am Lan Ye..."
Lan Ye!
I had already thought of it. If it wasn't her, who else could possess such terrifying and deadly magic with just a light laugh!
If her laughter is like a bewitching spring breeze, her words can make both men and women fall head over heels for her.
Crisp and incredibly sweet, it's as if these four simple words contain endless allure and reverie.
gentle!
This is true gentleness!
Which man could resist Lan Ye's every smile, frown, and word?
In modern times, I thought Xiao Zhenzhen was one of the most beautiful women in the world. For a long time, I secretly envied her beauty and the many young men who would turn their heads to look at her. But after coming to the Song Dynasty and meeting You Hua, the top courtesan in Jiangnan, I couldn't help but feel that although Xiao Zhenzhen and You Hua looked almost identical, Xiao Zhenzhen lacked a certain softness and charm. It was the latter who was both beautiful and alluring, excelling in both singing and playing the zither, thus winning the title of the music hall's leader. Compared to Lan Ye, Xiao Zhenzhen seemed like a country bumpkin who had never seen the world!
Lan Ye's beauty is beyond words. It's the kind of beauty that makes men and women forget where they are, forget all their memories, forget everything... like moths to a flame, flying into that fatal smile...
Even if behind that smile lies a sharp knife!
Shang Shaochang's breathing grew increasingly heavy, the veins on his hands almost bulging! His other hand, pressing against my back, tightened its grip, almost about to drop. I was terrified! Ever since Shang Shaochang and I left Guiyun Manor together, I had always handled everything calmly, deciding the outcome with a single strike. Although I was somewhat frightened, seeing Shang Shaochang's astonishingly high level of martial arts had reassured me considerably. But now, facing this woman whose beauty seemed unreal, I felt an unprecedented sense of foreboding!
The opponent we face today is perhaps more terrifying and utterly more frightening than all those who want to kill us combined!
“It’s you…” Lan Ye smiled slightly, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks glowing, as if even the most beautiful sunrise could not compare to her, making her even more enchanting: “It’s you, the woman who made Young Master Shang willing to risk his life for you.”
Upon hearing those words, I felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over my entire body, and even my ten fingers, which were playing the piano, became unusually cold!
When Lan Ye uttered those words, her eyes suddenly turned like those of a venomous snake. Her gaze towards me was filled with malice and resentment, as if she wouldn't be satisfied until she had swallowed me whole!
I said coldly, "It was you who killed so many innocent people?"
Lan Ye suddenly burst into laughter, the sound unusually loud in the quiet street: "That's right—" Her beautiful eyes were fixed on me, and she said, word by word, "What I love most is killing!"
I don't know when, but Shang Shaochang had withdrawn his hand from my back, but his breathing did not slow down, but instead became heavier and heavier.
The chill on my back grew stronger and stronger.
Shang Shaochang's slightly hoarse voice sounded behind me: "Seduction!" His voice was colder than ever before, and he said each word clearly and deliberately:
"Such powerful seductive skills!"
Lan Ye suddenly burst into laughter again, a laughter so loud it made her body tremble and her eyes sway. Her jet-black hair billowed with laughter, and even her pink gauze dress seemed to fly up, making it almost impossible to look away! Even I, a woman, was momentarily captivated by her seemingly unintentional actions. It wasn't until Shang Shao uttered the words "seductive arts" that my mind suddenly settled, and my fingers moved, producing the first verse of "Three Variations on Plum Blossom": "Hidden Fragrance."
The music was melodious and continuous, not very loud, but its clear and pleasant sound kept coming out, instantly suppressing Lan Ye's charming laughter.
Lan Ye's laughter ceased, and her once beautiful, silken eyes vanished, replaced by a venomous gaze fixed on me. She demanded sharply, "Jiang Meiyin—you—who are you to the Three Wonders of Plum Valley?"
I slowly said, "Master Feng is my master." With a light touch of my fingers, clear notes resounded, and I said in a deep voice, "This piece is no longer 'Jiang Mei Yin,' but 'Three Variations on Plum Blossom'!"
"The Three Perfections of Plum Blossom, the Three Variations of Plum Blossom..." Lan Ye's light veil fluttered, a faint smile appearing on her lips. She said softly, "Very well! I want to see how well the renowned White-Robed Prime Minister can master that old codger's Three Perfections—" Before she could finish the word "master," Shang Shaozhang, who had been silent all along, suddenly shone brightly on his Autumn Water Blade! He leaped into the air, the blade trailing a trail of bright light, slashing down straight at the giggling Lan Ye!
Shang Shaozhang remained silent, gathering his strength and focusing his intent, all for this one strike!
This soul-gathering, spirit-concentrating strike was earth-shattering!
This bright, clear, and naturally perfect cut!
This slash was meant to cleave this exquisite beauty in two!
A gray shadow suddenly appeared behind Lan Ye. In its hand, a dark gray blade gleamed, already meeting Shang Shaochang's earth-shattering Autumn Water strike—
The two swords clashed, yet there was almost no sound.
One was gray, the other black; the two swords seemed to freeze in mid-air for a moment, and the two remained in this puppet-like posture, one raising his sword and the other meeting it.
The man in gray looked about the same age as Shang Shao, but he was more of a shadow than a person.
The shadow of Lan Ye.
His knife and his eyes were both a lifeless, deathly gray.
"Shang..." I was about to speak when I felt a cold hand touch my neck. The delicate fingers, like newly blossoming flower buds, had nails painted with vibrant balsam juice.
"Young Master Shang, put down the knife..." I couldn't see Lan Ye's expression behind me, but I thought she must be smiling smugly: "So Old Man Feng's disciple is so easy to catch."