Kiyomi Tsuki and His Fox

Chapter 200

The atmosphere in the living room became heavy again.

After a long silence, Li Ying stood up. "Master Kang, Young Master Long, please don't forget that we must unite to defeat our common enemy, the Lu Family Fortress. If we destroy our alliance for the sake of Qing Jianyue, only the Lu Family Fortress will benefit, and when will Madam Long's hatred be avenged?"

After speaking, he looked at Kang Boying. Kang Boying picked up his tea and sipped it leisurely; clearly, he didn't intend to interfere. He could only look at Long Fengming.

Long Fengming smiled gently and peacefully, "Sect Leader Li, I advise you not to waste your energy anymore."

Li Ying's expression changed drastically. "Brother Fengming, what do you mean by that?"

Long Fengming smiled and said, "I know what I've done."

Chapter Seventy-Five Tyrannosaurus Rex

Long Fengxiang swaggered into Jiyuan Garden, and the warriors guarding both sides immediately bowed to him. Di Wei saw him at a glance and inwardly groaned, "Why is this little rascal here?" Despite his groan, he quickly went to greet him respectfully, saying, "Second Young Master, you've arrived?"

"Go in and announce that I have arrived."

Long Fengxiang held a fragrant, steaming bowl of ginseng chicken soup in his left hand and a jade pendant with two dragons hanging from it in his right. He grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth that shone with pearly light, and looked like a mischievous little dragon carrying a fish in its mouth.

Why was he so happy? Because he used the excuse of needing to urinate to fool his senior brother's discerning eyes; when he went out, he used the excuse of needing to defecate to lure his brother away; he also took advantage of the situation to steal the chicken soup that Li Ying's concubine was making for her husband to nourish his body; then he stole Luo Buqun's double dragon fish jade pendant, intending to give it to Qing Jianyue as a gift.

Amazing, isn't it? Incredible, right? A well-thought-out plan, isn't it? It both punishes the villains and pleases Kiyomi Tsuki.

The more he thought about it, the happier he became. He was happy, but Dewey wanted to cry.

No, this womanizing young master, upon hearing of a family with a daughter, insisted on seeing her with his own eyes. Although he was perfectly innocent and had never done anything improper, eight out of ten girls he saw fell in love with him. In the end, they either died of lovesickness or wept endlessly, eventually entering a nunnery, cutting their heads, and vowing to marry no one but him. But he, the young master, ignored them completely, never giving them a second glance. For this, he received many beatings from the second master. Even so, he didn't change.

Di Wei sighed, "Second Young Master, Young Master Jianyue is asleep."

"The sun is shining brightly, the flowers in the garden are in full bloom, and butterflies are fluttering their wings." A large black-winged butterfly actually flew over and landed on his big nose. Long Fengxiang's two dark eyes widened into cross-eyed stares. "Sleeping?"

"Second Young Master, I wouldn't dare lie to you." Di Wei said in a serious tone, "Young Master Jianyue is probably suffering from acclimatization issues. He tossed and turned all night and only fell asleep this morning."

"It's alright, it's alright, young master will just take a look and leave."

The large black-winged butterfly flew away, and Long Fengxiang shook his head, his two black eyes settling into their sockets.

"Second Young Master, the Young Master instructed that we must not disturb Young Master Jian Yue's rest." Although the other party was a notorious tyrant, and anyone who displeased him would face his fists, Di Wei still faithfully carried out every order given by Long Fengming, blocking Long Fengxiang like a stone daring to stand in his way.

"Can't I either?"

Long Fengxiang stared wide-eyed.

"Yes, you can't either."

Dewey answered.

Long Fengxiang was furious, like a Tyrannosaurus Rex spewing black smoke from its nostrils. "Damn it, so long-winded, so annoying! I just wanted to see what he looked like, is that not allowed?"

No matter how fierce he was, Di Wei wouldn't listen to him and said firmly, "Young Master, no, this is the Young Master's order. The Young Master's order must never be disobeyed."

Long Fengxiang immediately stuck out his tongue, hanging his head dejectedly, like a little dragon with its tail drooping after a defeat. "Ugh, how hateful! I'm going to kill you. Please, just let me see, please, just one look, Brother Di, Brother Wei, let me see if Qing Jianyue is really as beautiful as a flower, or like a fox spirit? Please, please, please?"

“Neither. Young Master Jianyue is neither beautiful nor like a fox spirit.” Diwei was fully satisfied with the poor little dragon with a runny nose in front of him. “Young Master Jianyue looks just like him, child.”

“Child?” Long Fengxiang scratched his head. “That’s a strange word. The more it’s like that, the more I want to see. Diwei, I’ll ask you again, can’t I even do it?” Long Fengxiang straightened his back, and his aura changed instantly, like a proud dragon soaring in the sky, full of untamed arrogance.

"This...this is the young master..."

Before Diwei could even finish stuttering, he felt a blur before his eyes, and a large fist kissed his left eye intimately. Long Fengxiang stepped up the stairs and pushed open the door.

This is a very luxurious and elegant bedroom. Pale yellow gauze curtains flow gracefully, faintly revealing the person sleeping soundly on the carved bed. In a huge birdcage in front of the window, two pairs of white-headed bulbuls nestle together, chirping and hopping about, creating a lively scene. Potted plants are lush and green, vibrant with color, and exuding a rich fragrance.

A beautiful young woman in white robes stood guard by the bedside. Her name was Anxiang, and she was Long Fengming's maid. She bowed and said, "Second Young Master."

Long Fengxiang shoved the chicken soup into her hands, then swaggered over and lifted the gauze curtain. On the bed, Qing Jianyue tossed and turned for a long time before finally settling down. Thank goodness, Long Fengxiang finally saw what he wanted to see. Just as Di Wei had described, Qing Jianyue slept like a pure infant, innocent and naive, her lips slightly parted, occasionally smacking her lips and making amusing sounds.

What a lovely person!

Long Fengxiang grew increasingly fond of it, chuckling softly. He couldn't help but stick his bottom out and lie on the bed, determined to enjoy the view to his heart's content. "Wow! Fantastic! Thank goodness I came to see him, otherwise I wouldn't have witnessed such a scene."

The carved door slammed open with a bang. Di Wei was furious, rubbing his bruised, black eye, wanting nothing more than to give him a good beating. But he didn't dare, not because he was the young master's master, but because he couldn't beat him. Everyone in Tianlong Fortress and Fengyue Manor knew this ferocious "tyrant," who fought without regard for his life. People would rather provoke the young master than him; once his anger flared, even his father and mother couldn't stop him.

Seeing this, Anxiang turned and left without saying a word.

What a strange person! Even though he's trapped in enemy territory, he can sleep so soundly, for a whole day straight. It seems he won't wake up until he's had a full night's sleep.

Long Fengxiang rested his chin on his hands. Suddenly, his stomach began to rumble loudly. He rubbed his stomach and, without thinking, ordered, "Diwei, pour the young master a bowl of chicken soup."

Diwei dared not resist and miserably poured a bowl of chicken soup and brought it over, but he couldn't help but wonder: Is this for Young Master Jianyue or for you to drink?

Long Fengxiang sipped the chicken soup, praising, "So delicious! Although Li Ying is no good, his wife is quite nice. She's polite and a great cook. This chicken soup is truly top-notch."

Ah, so fresh! The delicious chicken soup smells amazing. It sprouted a pair of wings and flew into Kiyomi Tsuki's beautiful dream, carried by the flowing air.

Kiyomi Tsuki is dreaming.

Yes, he dreamt that he had shrunk, that he had returned to his childhood, a childhood that was both joyful and sorrowful. He dreamt that he and his sister were chasing a big fat cat all over the garden, carrying a big broom and playing around; he dreamt that he and his sister were climbing trees to raid bird nests, and his sister, unable to climb up, was jumping on the ground like a ball, which was quite amusing; he dreamt that he was racing horses with boys his age, and his sister wanted to play, but he left her behind, and she cried barefoot on the ground; he dreamt that when his sister was forcibly taken away, she stretched out her chubby little hand to him, crying with tears streaming down her face; he dreamt that he had become a beggar, wandering aimlessly with no one to rely on... Suddenly, the aroma of chicken wafted over, and Kiyomi Yue's nose immediately started sniffing like a dog's.

"It smells so good! Where's the chicken stewing?"

A flash of white light appeared, and in the distance, Li Ying was holding a bowl of chicken soup, a smug and wicked smile on her face.

"Kiyomizuki, come on, if you surrender to me, I'll give you chicken soup."

Kiyomi Tsuki pounced on him like a puppy wagging its tail, drooling, "Chicken soup, I want some. Chicken soup..."

"Jianyue, don't fall for his tricks."