The most foolish in the world - Chapter 81
The legendary healer, Nan Wuyao, is of unknown age, origin, and teacher. The only known fact is his wife, Ninth Sister. Speaking of Ninth Sister, no one in the martial arts world is unfamiliar with her exploits. Even scholars, oblivious to worldly affairs, know her nickname, "The Uncompromising Price." However, for the common people of the capital, the title "Jie Dongfeng of the Martial Arts World" resonates more deeply.
The fact that Ninth Sister recently offered an exorbitant price to secure the chief physician position at the martial arts tournament for the renowned healer, and that Nan Wuyao is here now, is no coincidence. This signifies…
"Master Shu, how have you been?"
As he watched the windows gradually open and the familiar yet unfamiliar faces peering out to greet him warmly, the scholar took a step back, his lips pressed tightly together, his expression somewhat stiff.
Fan Qingbo stared blankly at the "Xiaoyao Teahouse" flag fluttering above, a million curses running through his mind. His luck was just too good; he could run into trouble in any back alley. And weren't these guys fighting and killing in Xishan? What's gotten into them? Gathering at a teahouse in broad daylight!
52 You're so incredibly adorable.
"A chance encounter is worse than a planned meeting. Why don't you two come up for a cup of tea?" The speaker was Li Chengxi, the head of the Li family in Jiangnan, who was in charge of the martial arts tournament. He and Nan Wuyao stood side by side by the window, exuding an invisible pressure.
"Husband, do you think Nan Wuyao will make a move if we leave?"
"This has to do with this person's consistent way of doing things..."
"Do you think I could be resurrected on the spot like you if I were poisoned?"
“Well, my lady, let’s go upstairs and have some tea.”
After exchanging a few glances, Fan Qingbo turned around, smiled at everyone, and the scholar helped her into the teahouse.
As everyone knows, Li Chengxi was a handsome man on par with Gongye Bai. The two, one from the south and one from the north, one living in seclusion and the other serving in the court, were known as the twin pillars of the dynasty and were often talked about in teahouses and taverns. Unfortunately, the more beautiful a person is, the more likely they are to have some flaws that are not very pleasing, and this southern beauty's flaw was very obvious: she blatantly lied.
Drinking tea? Who the hell would believe that this group of people, all looking like they haven't avenged their fathers' deaths, are gathered together drinking tea?!
And those few grinning, overly enthusiastic ones—don't think she wouldn't recognize them. They're clearly the miserable tenants who live in their house and keep yelling that they want to fight her man!
Upon stepping onto the second floor and seeing this grand spectacle, Fan Qingbo cursed inwardly, but after a quick glance, he froze.
The woman tied to a chair in the hall, wasn't she Tao Jinjin, who was chased by a group of people that day?
Tao Jinjin seemed to have all her acupoints sealed, leaving only her alluring eyes darting around. She quickly spotted Fan Qingbo, who was staring at her in a daze, and her face lit up with the joy of seeing a familiar face, completely forgetting or utterly disregarding the fact that she and the scholar had previously stood by her side in her time of need. Fan Qingbo blinked and returned the smile without a trace of remorse.
"You know her?" the scholar asked curiously, seeing her interacting with the women in the hall.
"Don't you recognize him?" Fan Qingbo stared speechlessly at her husband.
Well, while her husband wasn't exactly a handsome man, he certainly had a lot of strange quirks. Of all the people who greeted him warmly since he entered, he only correctly remembered the names of Nan Wuyao and Li Chengxi. Actually, what he crippled wasn't his martial arts, but rather his memory, wasn't it?
The scholar's expression turned serious at the question. Did he know this person? Could it be—
"The new neighbors?"
That's right. This person couldn't remember the people in the martial arts world she'd been involved with for over a decade or two, but she knew the neighborhood of Qingmofang like the back of her hand. Those guys were just people she'd impersonated as her family members to freeload a meal on her wedding day. If it wasn't selective amnesia, then... then it was a matter of favoritism, where people only remembered everything related to her.
Although the latter guess was a bit shameless, it still put Fan Qingbo in a great mood. She raised her hand and vigorously rubbed the scholar's fair face. It was best if he didn't recognize other women; she didn't want to remind him.
Who knew that such a simple, habitual action would elicit a gasp from the crowd.
The man's face flushed again under her palm, his long eyelashes trembling, indescribably alluring.
Of course, judging from everyone's thunderstruck reaction, she was probably the only one who found it tempting.
"Ahem, Master Shu, Madam Shu, this way please."
Li Chengxi's voice successfully drew Fan Qingbo's attention away. A beauty indeed! From afar, she possessed an ethereal, cloud-like beauty; up close, an exquisite and elegant beauty. Her bearing was extraordinary, setting her apart from the crowd. What was rare was that even her voice was so beautiful. Tsk tsk tsk, truly worthy of being called—wait! In a flash, the face of the Jiangnan beauty transformed into the scholar's pale face, almost radiating an eerie aura.
"My lady, this is an indecent act."
There were faint snickers in the crowd, which Fan Qingbo was unaware of, but the scholar heard them clearly. However, nothing else mattered at the moment; educating his wife to be self-disciplined, observe proper etiquette, and uphold her husbandly authority was the top priority!
When the scholar acted foolishly, Fan Qingbo never bothered to argue with him. She pulled away the hands that were squeezing her face, obediently nestled into his arms, and softly comforted him, "I know, I'll only molest you from now on, okay?"
Fan Qingbo thought that speaking in a whisper would be harmless, but little did he know that people in the martial arts world had very sharp ears. His flippant words, when they reached their ears, caused another gasp and cough. Even the tenants who had lived in their house for a while and were used to their incoherent conversations and their cheesy, mushy interactions couldn't help but get goosebumps.