The most foolish in the world

Chapter 73

Fan Qingbo suppressed a laugh and asked seriously, "Alright, what did you hear?"

The scholar unconsciously wrinkled his nose, looking disdainful. "I heard you say that he took you out of the palace and so on, and that you wouldn't harm him or so, and that..." His eyes turned resentful, with a hint of grievance, anger, and accusation in them. "And that you wanted to spend your whole life with him, humph."

Seeing his expression, all thoughts of being a Miao girl and what he cared about were completely forgotten. Fan Qingbo's smile widened. It was truly a case of saying what she meant; she had just been saying that women liked to see men jealous, and now there was a perfect example. She poked his chubby cheek with her index finger, grinning, "Jealous?"

The scholar was already annoyed, and seeing her grinning face only made him angrier, so he simply turned and left.

Suddenly a weight was placed on his back. He quickly steadied himself and instinctively reached back to support the person behind him.

"Hey, don't be angry!" Fan Qingbo jumped onto his back, hugged his neck and said coquettishly, "I was just thinking of settling for a stingy guy before I met you."

Her legs hooked around his waist, her soft body rubbing against his back, her lips close to his ear as she spoke, almost taking his earlobe into her mouth. Her voice was so sweet and soft that he felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen and completely forgot what he had been angry about just a moment ago.

"Really?" He couldn't help but pinch her buttocks.

She giggled, her restless hand slipping inside his shirt. "Absolutely true, it's my favorite—"

Before he could finish his confession, he was interrupted by a commotion outside the alley.

"Witch! Prepare to die!"

Well, if you encounter a feud in the martial arts world, as a weak woman and a scholar with no power to even kill a chicken, it is best to leave.

The scholar, carrying Fan Qingbo on his back, was about to leave when a colorful figure stumbled and crashed towards him. He could only dodge to the side, and the colorful figure fell to the ground. Immediately, several men who looked like martial arts experts surrounded the alley. The burly man with the thick beard at the head roared, "Witch, hand over the antidote!"

The woman in colorful clothes, referred to as the demoness, lazily sat up from the ground and laughed, "You Central Plains people are so unreasonable! One minute you want my life, the next you want my antidote, and in a little while, you won't be asking for my body, will you?"

Author's Note:

There's a poll about custom printing in the copy; those who are interested can vote.

If enough people are willing to buy it, printing will be launched. The printed version will include the complete version of "The Wedding Night," the complete version of "Heart," and the complete side story of the Imperial Tutor Jie Dongfeng.

On one hand, I hope it can be made available because I want the physical book, but on the other hand, I don't want it to be made available because I need to revise the text and add the Imperial Tutor's side stories OTL

Everyone should just do what they feel is right.

48. Husband and wife working together to defeat the enemy...

It's really best not to talk about people during the day.

Seeing Tao Jinjin, surrounded and chased, lying exhausted on the ground, Fan Qingbo suddenly felt that this capital city was truly insignificant. She subconsciously glanced at the scholar's reaction, only to see a panicked look on his face, appearing extremely guilty. A chill ran through her, and her hand, which had been around his neck, involuntarily tightened its grip. Just as she was about to strangle him, she heard—

"My wife, quick! Cover my face, I don't want them to see me!"

Huh? So the ones who's panicking are these martial arts practitioners, not...

Fan Qingbo relaxed and, without thinking, followed his instructions to raise his sleeve to cover his face below his eyes.

The martial arts practitioners present witnessed all of this and silently sweated. "Master Shu, how have you been?"

The scholar ignored her completely, his gaze fixed straight ahead, leaving everyone feeling somewhat awkward. Fan Qingbo knew this idiot was convinced that since she had covered her face, no one could see her, just as he believed he had crippled himself and no one could challenge him. She felt powerless, yet helpless; as the saying goes, "a woman must follow her husband wherever he goes," and marrying an idiot like this was the only way…

"Gentlemen, you are busy, we will not disturb you any longer."

The crowd was already quite curious about Fan Qingbo, after all, the scholar was known for his aloofness towards women. If it weren't for the ever-present cloth bag slung across his shoulder, they wouldn't have been sure it was him carrying a woman. Now that the woman had spoken up, acting as if she had full authority, they were even more surprised. "And who is this young lady?"

The words had barely left her mouth when the scholar's gaze suddenly turned cold, causing everyone to tense up. Fan Qingbo quickly laughed it off, "I'm not some girl, please excuse my rudeness. The man behind my back is my husband."

The scholar snorted, then lowered his gaze, still muttering to himself, "I told you long ago, what kind of behavior is this with your hair all over the place?"

Fan Qingbo protested, "Where am I disheveled? My hair is tied up neatly, and I even applied osmanthus oil!"

The scholar glared and rebuked, "Nonsense! A girl is of marriageable age at fifteen and marries at twenty. After marriage, she should follow her husband and naturally wear her hair in a bun..."

Fan Qingbo was greatly surprised, "Married at twenty? Oh dear, I thought people got married at fourteen or fifteen!" So the legal marriage age in ancient times was similar to that in modern times? Actually, she wasn't considered an old maid?

The scholar said tactfully, "My lady, this ancient custom often deviates from reality..."

Fan Qingbo pinched his ear, "Husband, are you complaining that your wife is getting old?"

The scholar cried out, "I don't mind at all! I don't mind at all!"

Fan Qingbo twisted her arm tightly. "You say you don't mind, so you mean you really think I'm old?"

The scholar complained, "My wife, you're being completely unreasonable..."

The focus instantly shifted from the impending martial arts feud to the bickering of the young couple. A multitude of questions raced through the minds of the martial arts practitioners present: What's going on? When did the scholar get married? And why are they listening with such fascination, oblivious to everyone else? Degenerate! Utterly degenerate!

By the time they finally realized they couldn't let themselves be overshadowed any longer, Shufan and his companion had already disappeared without them noticing.

"I didn't expect we'd be so in sync."

On the way home, Fan Qingbo leaned on the scholar's back, her eyes crinkling with laughter. Without ever rehearsing a script, the two of them could seamlessly shift the focus and escape unnoticed, like a cicada shedding its shell.

"Huh, what kind of tacit understanding?" The scholar was enjoying the rare intimacy with Fan Qingbo after her unusual behavior last night. He got so engrossed in reciting the poem that he forgot he was on the street and completely ignored the various looks he was getting from passersby.

"Didn't you understand my hint and cooperate with my retreat?" Fan Qingbo slightly suppressed her smile; her intuition told her that the answer was probably not what she thought.

The scholar was completely bewildered, his clear eyes filled with confusion. "What hint? What retreat?"

Fan Qingbo was speechless. She had indeed overestimated this guy's normalcy once again. That's right, he was second in martial arts and had the most ridiculous brain in the world, so naturally he didn't take those people in the martial arts world seriously and could leave whenever he wanted, unlike her who hesitated and had to rack her brains to figure out how to get out unscathed.

But then I thought, does this mean that the scholar also wants to stay away from those troubles and doesn't care whether Tao Jinjin lives or dies?

"Aren't you curious why those people wanted to arrest Tao Jinjin?" Fan Qingbo asked casually.

The scholar was thinking that his wife seemed to be in a good mood, wondering if her anger from the previous night had subsided, when he suddenly heard this question and hesitated, "Do you know the man who was just captured, wife? Are you very familiar with him? Should... I go and rescue him?"