La lluvia primaveral es como el vino, los sauces son como el humo

Capítulo 67

Everyone walks a different path in this world. For example, this man, in order to survive, is willing to play the fool and make people laugh. Even though he knows that this behavior is exaggerated and boring, he still doesn't care about saving face.

In some ways, Yan Yufei even admired his patience in belittling himself.

“A few days ago, one of my men went to the villa in Tanzhou and heard that Madam Mo has given birth to a son. It is truly a joyous occasion. Young Master Mo has rendered meritorious service in the recent campaign against the Juxia Gang. Why not take this opportunity to visit your wife and child and reunite the family?”

Yan Yufei had a gentle expression and a considerate smile on his lips.

Mo Yunqing snorted and turned her head away: "Who knows whose bastard she is! I have never touched her. It is really annoying when a woman shamelessly clings to you."

Yan Yufei chuckled twice, casually mentioning his womanizing ways, and then suddenly said, "Miss Ge must be quite bored staying alone in the backyard now. She and Young Master Mo were once fellow disciples. When you have time, you can keep her company and talk to her. Don't let her do anything foolish out of boredom."

Mo Yunqing, looking impatient, went downstairs, rambling on and on.

Uncle Yin stepped out from behind the screen and silently poured Yan Yufei a full cup of tea.

"Uncle Yin, what do you think of him?" Yan Yufei suddenly asked.

He said in a low voice, “He’s pretentious, malicious, and mediocre. My subordinates have already reported that he deliberately let Ge Yichun go on Doushuai Island. His intentions are extremely malicious. This man claims to be loyal to you, young master, but he’s a hypocrite. You shouldn’t have kept him.”

Yan Yufei smiled faintly, "I originally wanted to keep him as a joke, but unfortunately I can't. Since he's interested in going out, let's hand him over to Uncle Yin for disposal."

****

For the past two days, Yichun has been "placed" in a guest room in the backyard—or rather, placed under house arrest in a cell.

The doors and windows were nailed with iron bars about the thickness of a thumb, with gaps in the middle that could barely allow a kitten or puppy to squeeze in or out; there was no way she, a grown woman, could get through.

Four to six people guard the house every day; she couldn't escape even if she had wings.

Fortunately, the guest room was very comfortable, and the three meals a day were varied. Yichun simply started living a carefree life of eating and sleeping. Occasionally, when food was delivered that she didn't like, she would arrogantly demand that it be changed.

Anyway, worrying is useless. Shu Jun once said that too many worries will cause hair loss and eventually lead to baldness when you get old. In order to avoid baldness, it is better to live a carefree and happy life and please yourself anytime and anywhere.

Although he was an eccentric person, this statement was quite profound, and Yichun agreed with it.

The food delivered that day suited Yichun's taste perfectly. She ate three large bowls of rice, which was unusual for her. She patted her round belly and went to bed yawning. She heard the men in black outside exclaiming, "She can eat more than a pig! If we keep supporting her, the young master will either be annoyed to death or be eaten out of house and home by her."

Another person said, "The young master also instructed that she should not be mistreated, and that the kitchen should make more of whatever she likes to eat."

Before she could finish speaking, Yichun raised her voice and exclaimed, "I like braised chicken, make more tomorrow!"

Suddenly, there was silence outside.

Yichun turned over and fell asleep hugging her pillow.

She didn't know how much time had passed when she suddenly felt something hit her face. It hurt a lot. Yichun opened her eyes and felt that it had gotten dark. Someone was lying outside the window, throwing small stones at her.

"Ge Yichun! Are you a pig?! Wake up!" the man shouted angrily in a low voice.

She jumped off the bed and rushed over, only to see Mo Yunqing looking at her anxiously, glancing around as if afraid someone might suddenly pass by.

"You..." Yi Chun didn't know what to say for a moment.

Mo Yunqing whispered, "Hurry up and go while they change shifts! I've got the key."

Yichun was surprised again: "...You let me go? Aren't you...working for him now?"

He nervously tried to unlock the iron window with his key, but the lock was old and covered in red rust, and he couldn't insert the key for a while. He was so anxious that he was covered in sweat.

“At first, I wanted to do something big to impress my father. He only ever cared about the two of you. I was clearly his only son, but he didn’t value me at all.” Mo Yunqing said as she struggled to unlock the door. “After I went down the mountain, I met Yan Yufei. He wanted to get to know me and offered to sponsor Jianlan Manor, which I naturally accepted. It wasn’t until my father’s legs were broken by them that I realized the Yan family wanted to take over Jianlan Manor’s power. With my father in that state, I had no choice but to pretend to comply.”

With a "click," the iron window was finally opened, and Yichun leaped out. His voice was mournful as he said, "Father said that a person should fight for their honor, but he was killed by Yan Yufei. If I die too, what will happen to Wenjing and the children?"

He unfastened the sword from his waist and handed it to Yichun: "Take this sword. If you manage to escape, please rescue Wenjing and the child for me, and take good care of them for me. Please!"

Yi Chun didn't know what to feel, so she could only nod silently.

Mo Yunqing said in a low voice, "Tell Wenjing for me that I failed to be a good husband and father. Yichun, although Yang Shen is dead, you must live on. I entrust the Zhanchun Sword to you. It is the last hope of Jianlan Manor. At least it will prove that we people really existed in this world."

At this point, I became sentimental.

Yi Chun bit her lip: "If you let me go, Yan Yufei won't let you off the hook, will he?"

He shook his head: "I make jokes in front of them, but no one looks down on me. They know I don't have the guts. You can just leave without worrying."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a deep voice came from the shadows in the courtyard: "Oh? I'm afraid that's not necessarily true, Young Master Mo."

Mo Yunqing froze, staring blankly as Uncle Yin slowly emerged from the shadows, followed by his black-clad subordinates who had gone to relieve him of his shift.

"You're incredibly bold, I know that now," Uncle Yin sneered.

Before he could finish speaking, Yichun drew his sword and rushed forward with lightning speed, first stabbing down the black-clad men who swarmed at him, and shouted urgently, "What are you standing there for?! Run!"

Mo Yunqing moved slightly. In order to lower the Yan family's guard against him, he had been indulging in wine and women for more than a year, and his physical condition was not as good as before. He was stopped by Uncle Yin as soon as he ran to the courtyard gate.

Yichun had no choice but to abandon her fight with the man in black and turn to run away.

A flash of cold light pierced towards Uncle Yin's brow. He dodged to the side, exchanged a few blows with Yi Chun, and exclaimed, "Excellent swordsmanship! You've improved a lot!"

Yi Chun frowned and remained silent, swinging her sword faster and faster. Her figure moved like a ghost in the moonlight, light yet ruthless.

In terms of speed and technique alone, Uncle Yin was somewhat ashamed of himself. Who would have thought that the little girl could improve so rapidly in just one year? He could easily capture her now, but in two more years when she gets older, it would probably be much more difficult.

Seeing that Mo Yunqing was about to run away, he immediately tore off his sleeve and wrapped it in his hand. With a "thud," he grabbed Yi Chun's sword and made him unable to move.

He slapped Mo Yunqing's chest with his other hand. If the slap landed, he feared he would die instantly from a shattered sternum.

In that split second, Yichun decisively abandoned the iron sword, pulled out a dagger from her sleeve, and slashed at his face.