"My little fifty, you look best in purple..."
"No, pale yellow suits you better!"
"Nonsense! I know my own daughter best. Of course, Yan Hong is the most beautiful!"
Before long, the concubines in the room started fighting again.
The noise was so loud it felt like Fifty-Roh's head was about to explode.
He yelled, "Alright, wear the purple one as the innermost garment, the bright red one as an inner garment, and finally, a pale yellow shawl." His face was full of anger, and Isoro was on the verge of a breakdown.
The concubines looked at each other, none of them daring to say anything more.
In the Xiao family, Wushi Niang is a treasure, a little ancestor who can move around.
He rarely loses his temper, but when he does, it's always earth-shattering. So, everyone immediately followed Ichiro's suggestion and put on the clothes layer by layer.
It looks like a tall pagoda of vegetables.
"Then the hairpin..."
"Plug them all in!" Ishiro slammed his hand on the dressing table, causing the bronze mirror to roll off with a clattering sound. This startled several concubines, who rushed forward and hung boxes full of jewels all over Ishiro's head.
It was heavy and looked very precious.
"Then rouge?"
"Apply a thick layer." Regardless of whether it smells good or bad, apply a thick layer, preferably one that Duan Shuixian can't see.
After the makeup was finished, none of the concubines made a sound.
The effect was truly stunning.
It was like a pagoda, covered in white powder, with a jewel at its spire. It was truly bizarre.
"What, doesn't it look good?" As soon as Ishiro spoke, the powder fell off in a flash.
All the concubines covered their mouths, unable to bear to speak.
Of course, she dared not offer any opinions. It was obvious that the little princess was already very impatient. If she had to get her hair and makeup done again, she would probably flip the table and storm off immediately.
"Good! Very good." It was rare for the concubines to speak in unison, their lips twitching intermittently.
"Hmm, let's go meet Duan Shuixian." The pagoda-shaped Wushilang walked by, making a clattering sound as he went. A few girls wiping the railing glanced over and saw one of them fall straight down from the railing.
"Yes, this is what you call stunningly beautiful!" Xiao Wushilang nodded proudly, her eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter, making the concubines behind her almost cry.
After this incident, Wu Shilang's attire will surely bring shame to the Xiao family, and Master Xiao will definitely be furious!
As he turned down the corridor and entered the living room, Wu Shilang heard Duan Shuixian's gentle and refined voice, "Uncle Xiao, it's alright, it takes some time for a girl to get ready." Her kind attitude almost made Wu Shilang think he had misheard.
"Father, I'm here."
Ishiro lifted the three-layered flowing skirt and kicked the half-closed door. With a creak, the door swung open, revealing a maid standing behind it with a mournful expression. Her face was covered with red welts from being hit by the door, and she looked like she wanted to cry but couldn't.
silent……
The people in the front hall all turned to stone, staring wide-eyed at the pagoda-shaped vegetable by the door. Its clothes were a purplish-red mixed with dog poop yellow, and the powder puffs on its face were still falling off in a flurry. Its lips were red, and when it grinned, it almost made Master Xiao burst out laughing.
The most terrifying thing is that his head is covered with nouveau riche-style jewelry, like Buddha, with semicircles covering his entire head.
"Fifty Lady... truly captivating!" Duan Shuixian was the first to speak up, offering her opinion in a fair and objective manner.
"No problem, no problem." Wu Shilang walked over and slapped Duan Shuixian on the back with his huge hand, making the young master Duan cough incessantly.
"Fifty Lady, what kind of behavior is this? You've gone too far! Apologize to Young Master Duan right now!" The veins on Master Xiao's head were about to burst.
Young Master Duan coughed and waved his hand, his eyes brimming with tears as he argued, "It has nothing to do with Madam Wu. It's my own fault. I coughed at the wrong time."
Damn it, back at the teahouse, I don't know who was so fierce wielding two swords, slashing and killing, but now that we're at the Xiao family, he's actually pretending to be a weak young master.
Xiao Wushilang glared at him fiercely, then froze in astonishment.
He had been standing far away and was so angry that he hadn't noticed that Duan Shuixian's veil had been removed.
His appearance was actually ten points, no, even fifty points, a hundred points more beautiful than in the painting.
She was as beautiful as the goddess Luo, yet she possessed the noble air of a refined young gentleman. Her lips were rosy red, and when she smiled slightly, her white teeth were revealed. She was stunningly beautiful, yet she naturally exuded a masculine charm.
A contradictory and bizarre combination.
He is truly a rare and handsome man.
No wonder he's so arrogant.
"I think Miss Xiao is dignified and quiet, and I'm sure she'll be a good match for Mother in the future." With a snap, Duan Shuixian smiled and pretended to be refined.
"Uncle Xiao, I dare to ask for a favor," he said, his eyes darting around and sweeping over Wu Shilang, sending a chill down Wu Shilang's spine from his feet to his head.
"Alright, alright, we're all family, go ahead and say it." Old Master Xiao's eyes narrowed into slits with laughter. His two sons-in-law hesitated for a long time before finally forcing themselves to hold back.
"My mother went to the temple the other day to fulfill her vow, thanking Heaven for arranging this good marriage for the Duan family. So, she agreed to the abbot's request to hand-embroider 100 Guanyin images, to be sent to the temple at the end of the month. It should have been a blessed thing, but unfortunately, my mother is old and her eyesight is failing. She has only completed 50 images so far. I think, Xiao-mei will be my wife in the future, and besides, this is also a way to pray for my sister and me, so..." With a smile, Duan Shuixian looked at Xiao Wushilang with tender affection, her eyes so gentle they could drip water, "...thinking of Xiao-mei praying for our future together. To finish the other 50 images."
"I'll embroider your head!" Fifty-Lang's hands trembled, and he looked at Master Xiao with a desolate gaze. "It's over. In the past, when I inspected embroidery skills, I always had my maid buy ready-made embroidery pieces."
Sure enough, when Master Xiao heard Duan Shuixian's request, he laughed even more heartily. He had always been proud of his daughter's embroidery skills, and he was eager to have Wushilang embroider a piece on the spot to show off his daughter's beauty and intelligence.
"My dear son-in-law, don't worry. Your sister, Wushiniang, has superb skills. I'll have her embroider fifty pieces for you tomorrow and send them over." As expected of a father-in-law looking at his son-in-law, he was more and more pleased. Before he knew it, Master Xiao had blurted out "my dear son-in-law."
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Sister Xiao." Still polite and refined, Duan Shuixian's eyes flashed a flirtatious look when she looked at Wu Shilang.
Her allure was so captivating that it made Xiao Wushilang feel a momentary tingling sensation in his bones.
This feeling didn't completely dissipate until Duan Shuixian hurriedly took her leave and she was escorted to the embroidery room.
Fifty Guanyin paintings, to hell with praying for blessings!
With a needle in his left hand and a bandage in his right, Goruro struggled for four hours straight, from the setting moon to the rising sun.
A large, thick thread was embroidered on the embroidery hoop, tangled there, and the hoop was full of needle holes, the result of Isoro's venting.
There's no way I can live like this anymore.
Therefore, you must run away from home.
While we're at it, let's also enjoy the world of martial arts!
"Abi, I'm running away from home..." Wu Shilang pushed open the window and howled at the moon!
"Bring my heater, my little blanket, my foot basin..." Igoro spat as he counted for a full hour, "And finally, bring my toilet. Without it, I can't poop." Suddenly turning around, Igoro's expression was incredibly serious!
"Do you know that the consequences would be very serious? You'll get hemorrhoids and constipation!"
Little Abi is completely stunned. She's never seen anyone run away from home so arrogant! She even brought her own toilet.
Okay, miss, you're absolutely stunning, with a personality that's unparalleled and will never be repeated.
In the end, Isoro didn't even bring a piece of clothing with him.
Little girl Abi, who was in charge of transportation, was caught red-handed by the head guard while transporting toilets. With a blatant "Dragon Claw Hand" move, the guard crushed the cotton ball that little girl Abi had stuffed in front of her chest into powder through the toilet.
Even a whole bunch of things prepared at the entrance were stopped on the spot.
Master Xiao personally carried a torch to search for the precious Fifty-Niang. The entire Xiao mansion was a scene of prosperity and flourishing. Until the third watch of the night, torches dotted the area within a hundred miles of the Xiao mansion, illuminating the entire street.
"Father, I'm sorry, I want to live a carefree life in the martial world, so I can only be an unfilial daughter." Wu Shilang squatted in the dog hole for three whole hours, her legs trembling like she had polio, watching Master Xiao run around the yard with a torch in her hands, tears streaming down her face.
It wasn't until the third watch of the night that the whole courtyard quieted down.
Big Yellow, standing by the dog hole, looked at me with mournful eyes a thousand times over.
Such a big, living person is blocking his doorway, his buttocks are so big, completely blocking the hole. All he did was have an affair with the neighbor's little white dog, and now he's homeless.
Where is justice?! Where are dog rights?!
It wasn't until the fourth watch of the night that, apart from the old man emptying the chamber pot and his failing eyesight scrambling around, everything was back in its place. Only then did Xiao Wushilang crawl out of the dog hole, his face covered in dust, and wipe it clean.
The passion that burst forth from her chest invigorated her.
Jianghu, here I come!
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Sitting quietly by the pond in the Duan family mansion, a figure in white smiled slightly at the koi carp filling the pond. He held a small piece of steamed bun in his hand, raising it high above the water, causing the koi carp to swim around. A few impatient ones even leaped out of the water, jumping and jumping towards the bun.
"Young master, Xiao's fiftieth daughter ran away from home last night."
"Oh?" Clean, slender fingers crushed the steamed bun they were holding into powder, which was then devoured by the swarming koi as soon as it fell into the water. "Which direction did she go?"
The guard in blue clasped his hands in a respectful gesture and said, "Young master, we've headed towards Suzhou."
Yes, the No. 1 Manor in Suzhou recently held a sword appreciation event, where two ancient swords, said to be able to recognize their masters, attracted many famous heroes from the martial arts world to come and admire them.
The Xiao family members are probably heading there too.
The moment I thought of the little girl from the Xiao family, a pair of bright, black eyes flashed in my mind, rolling around. Beneath those big eyes was a small nose, wrinkled up from laughing, and her rosy little mouth stretched wide open, showing no self-awareness of being a girl. Her jade-like fingers made a peach shape in the air...
Since he was old enough to understand, he had noticed that few women could be so lively in front of him. Most women, when they saw him, would be infatuated and have a blank expression, which was extremely boring. But this girl, time and time again, could ignore his appearance and find the greatest pleasure in seeing him make a fool of himself.
Thinking of this, Duan Shuixian smiled and felt happy. She turned to the stunned guard in blue and said, "Go and make preparations. We will set off for the First Manor of Suzhou tomorrow."
The guard in blue opened his mouth in surprise, staring blankly at his young master, and asked, "We've received invitations to the Sword Appreciation Tournament several times, but you refused them all. Why did you decide to go today?"
Duan Shuixian gave a soft "Ah," seemingly unconcerned. "That's right. I didn't originally want to go to those fame-seeking gatherings, but if there's an interesting person there, it wouldn't be bad to go and appreciate them."
Everyone else flocked over to admire the sword, but my young master followed along eagerly, only to admire the person.
The guard in blue was completely bewildered. After a long while, he felt a deep sense of admiration and respect for the young master. He thought, "The young master is truly unfathomable. Yes, extremely unfathomable."
Don't try to guess what's on the young master's mind; the more you try, the more you'll fall into a trap...
The next day, the young master of the Duan family rode his white horse all the way to the first manor in Suzhou.
As usual, his face was veiled in white gauze, and two white jade swords were at his waist. With the slightest movement, they jingled crisply. As soon as he left the Duan residence, he found it difficult to walk. He wondered which servant in the mansion had leaked the news of the young master's trip.
This kind of information is all clearly priced. The starting price for the young master of the Duan family to show his face on the street is two taels of silver. He ranks first on the list of young heroes in the martial arts world. Selling this kind of information three or four times a month can earn an average family's monthly standard salary.
Therefore, countless promising young men would rack their brains to sell themselves to the Duan family and become servants. If they could become top-class servants, they could pick up leftover paper and food scraps from the young master's trash every day, and the job was still very good!
If we could get our hands on Duan Xiaoshao's intimate underwear, it would be priceless!
The economic benefits are immense!
The streets were filled with young women and middle-aged women carrying baskets full of flower petals they had bought spontaneously. They lined up on both sides, their eyes brimming with affection. When Duan Shuixian rode out on horseback, they screamed and jumped, scattering flowers with affection. Many of the young women, overwhelmed with emotion, collapsed in a dark mass.
Duan Shuixian sat atop her white horse with an inscrutable expression, her waist ornaments jingling softly. Occasionally, she would raise her hand and nod slowly in acknowledgment. Her face was as beautiful as jade, and her demeanor as refined as an orchid. If she were to occasionally twitch the corner of her mouth, a young girl would surely be captivated and scream, losing consciousness.
"Xiao Wei, how's the flower shop's profit today?" Duan Shuixian asked, waving her hand to block the falling petals.