Kiyomi Tsuki and His Fox - Chapter 214
"Big fish, you look so delicious, I want to bite you."
When Lijiang tried to arrest him, he was instead grabbed by the hand and pinned to the top of his head.
"You look more delicious."
"I'm going to eat you."
"Silly boy, let's see who eats whom first?"
The gauze curtains cascaded down like waves, concealing a glimpse of spring. Amidst laughter, Qingfeng pressed Lijiang beneath him. Who took whom first? The next morning, Lijiang awoke to find she had been tricked by Qingfeng. But that's a story for another time.
A shooting star, like a flame, flashed across the velvety night sky.
Long Fengming, dressed in an apricot-yellow robe, sat casually on the fragrant railing, holding a pot in one hand and a cup in the other. He breathed in the fresh air, quietly admiring the mysterious night sky, occasionally closing his beautiful phoenix eyes to listen to the fragrant language of the flowers. A serene smile played on his lips, making his face appear even more youthful, innocent, pure, and radiant.
Footsteps approached, and Li Ying walked over. Long Fengming opened his eyes and looked at him. Li Ying stood not far away and smiled, "Have I disturbed you?" Long Fengming patted the railing beside him, gesturing for him to come and sit down. Li Ying sat down next to him, and Long Fengming picked up the wine pot and filled his cup. The two drank together.
"I heard that Brother Li has acquired a new ranch?"
“With all the businesses gone, I naturally have to start all over again. Although it’s tough, it’s better than eating things that go against my conscience. This experience has made me realize a lot. Most importantly, my third brother and I have rediscovered our lost family bond. That’s a blessing in disguise,” Li Ying sighed.
Long Fengming raised his glass, "Cheers to you."
"I must thank Brother Fengming for secretly helping us brothers. This cup should be a toast to you. Cheers!"
The two of them readily drank the wine in their glasses.
"There's one more thing. When I went to Xingyue Manor this time, I saw Miss Zhao. She asked about you again."
Li Ying paused, and Long Fengming took a sip of wine without saying a word.
“She begged me to bring her here.” Li Ying observed the changes in Long Fengming’s expression. “She had previously asked someone to plead with Young Master Jian Yue to attend the wedding banquet, but Young Master Jian Yue did not agree, so naturally I had no way to agree to her request. But I promised her, and I’m asking for your opinion.”
Long Fengming said calmly, "I'm very sorry."
Li Ying smiled and said, "It seems I have no choice but to tell her this. So, do you already have a girl you like?"
Long Fengming smiled slightly, "Where is Brother Li?"
Li Ying shook her head, "I never thought about it before. Even though I've been with quite a few women, I didn't feel anything. But now, I suddenly feel different."
"Oh, how so?" Long Fengming asked.
Li Ying laughed loudly, "Seeing Lu Qingcheng and Qing Jianyue together really touched me. Lu Qingcheng has good taste; he married a good wife."
Long Fengming couldn't help but laugh, "To each their own. A gentleman loves what he loves, but he acquires it in a proper way. Lu Qingcheng loves to eat Qingjian Yue, this sweet and spicy little radish, while Brother Li loves to eat white, tender, and fresh little cabbage. Don't worry, don't worry, you'll get yours sooner or later."
Li Ying laughed and said, "You're not teasing me. Who are you waiting for then?"
"We don't know yet."
What if we encounter it?
"If we really do meet, I will make sure she can't escape my grasp."
"I thought you had fallen in love with Jian Yue."
"You can drink a lot of wine, but you should speak less. You can appreciate flowers, but you must never have any intention of profaning them. This is the true way of life and health."
"Then let's drink."
"drink wine."
In the distance, Cai Zhonghe, Kang Boying, Lei Yongxiang, Long Fengxiang, Cai Bo'an, Li Lin, and Bai Yiting approached. They chatted and laughed, with Bai Yiting pointing out the scenery of Lujiabao. In the distance, they saw a group of beautiful women setting off fireworks. One of them had arched eyebrows, eyes like autumn water, and skin as white as snow, like a lily blooming under the starry sky.
"That young lady must be Young Master Jian Yue's sister," Kang Boying asked.
"It is indeed Miss Zhao Xing."
Bai Yiting looked at Cai Zhonghe, who seemed somewhat lost in thought, with a smile.
Li Lin suddenly turned around, his sharp gaze shooting towards the dark grove of trees.
Her white dress flowed gracefully, her black hair danced in the wind, and Xu Yun walked with an elegant and poised gait. Li Lin's icy gaze softened instantly, and as Xu Yun approached, he gently took her slender hand in his…
The banquet lasted until very late. Old Madam Lu was drunk and staggered as her maid helped her into her room. She took some hangover soup, ate a few mouthfuls, and then collapsed onto the bed. The maid covered her with a blanket, lowered the gauze curtains, extinguished the lamps, and left.
Old Madam Lu turned over and sat up again. She lifted the gauze curtain, and the bright moonlight outside illuminated the courtyard and made the osmanthus tree radiate golden and silver light. Old Madam Lu suddenly smiled, lowered the gauze curtain, lay down again, and murmured to herself.
Life is like vegetables. Life is like vegetables.
A gentle breeze wafted in, filling the room with the fragrance of flowers. Old Madam Lu closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, so sweet and peaceful. Faintly, one could hear the babbling of the stream in the backyard, the rustling of leaves, and the fluttering of golden and silver threads throughout the courtyard.
Chapter Eighty: The Little Fox's Disappearance
The little crow's face was the color of liver; its body was like a willow shivering in the cold wind; its lungs were like a large, air-filled sack, ready to burst at the slightest touch. The little crow was on the verge of collapse from rage, and the culprit that had driven it to the brink of disaster was not a human, but a snow-white little fox.
This was a very spacious bedroom. Since it was a maid's room, it naturally couldn't compare to the master's. However, because her status was higher than that of ordinary maids, she had her own bedroom—warm, clean, beautiful, and comfortable. But now, all of this had changed after being manipulated by the little fox's claws.
The silk quilt and sheets, adorned with pristine white lilies, were dragged across the floor. A pillow embroidered with mandarin ducks teetered precariously on the edge of the bed. All the clothes in the closet had been pulled out. What pained the little crow most was that the box of delicate, smooth, and skin-whitening face powder, which it had painstakingly obtained from Young Madam He, was now scattered everywhere, filling the room with its sweet, intoxicating fragrance. Even more infuriating was the culprit: its fox-like eyes squinted in a sly grin, a torn new dress dangling from its pointed beak, its large, snow-white tail swaying wildly, seemingly oblivious to its sin, utterly ecstatic.
I don't care anymore, I'm going all in.
The little crow turned and ran away, returning with a large broom in its hand.
I'll slap you to death.