I said goodbye to the peerless young master at lunchtime.
He changed into a black robe, on which a very domineering phoenix was embroidered diagonally in light gold thread from the chest to the hem. When he moved, the large phoenix seemed about to fly away, which was very lifelike.
Originally, embroidering such an animal with black would have seemed quite incongruous, but on Leng Wushuang, it accentuated his cold and aloof demeanor, making him appear even more noble.
Isoro's seat was arranged next to his.
As soon as he sat down next to him, he heard a snap. Wu Shilang glanced sideways and saw that Young Master Leng Wushuang was still sitting there expressionless, but the pair of chopsticks in his hand had been broken in two.
“You,” Leng Wushuang put down the broken chopsticks and said, “go over there.” She pointed to the seats where the guards were sitting and gave the order in a cold tone.
"not good."
The two glared at each other. In a fit of rage, Goruro secretly gripped the chopsticks with both hands and tried to break them. After a long time, he still couldn't break a single one. Enraged, he drew the female blue sword from his waist and slashed down with it.
With a crash, the chopsticks and the table were all split in two.
Leng Wushuang's aura grew even colder. With a flick of his sleeve, he coldly scanned Wu Shilang from head to toe several times, then curled his lip in disdain and said, "Trash."
With just one sentence, Isoro's previously calmed emotions were thrown into turmoil.
This is outrageous!
With a clang, Gyuro rose in anger and drew his sword.
Enraged, his hands and feet trembled. When the sword tip was fully drawn, it brushed past his belt... A gust of wind blew by, and Goro's legs felt a chill.
That sudden movement ripped the belt, and the rest of the skirt fell gracefully to the ground, leaving only the undergarments hanging pitifully.
Everyone immediately raised their heads high and began to count the roof beams, calmly counting... one, two... countless beams.
"Idiot!" Leng Wushuang gritted her teeth, quickly took off her outer robe, and threw it at Wushilang, covering her head and face. Then, she angrily turned and left again.
Tears streamed down his face as Ishiro completely broke down.
Mom and Dad, your daughter went streaking today...
Holding her little face in her hands and dragging Leng Wushuang's coat, Wu Shilang ran very fast. Near the corner of the villa, he tripped and fell because he was running too fast.
Leng Wushuang stood quietly in her courtyard, looking out.
Seeing Ishiro sprawled out in a spread-eagle position, the corner of his mouth twitched slightly. Then, he turned his head away and coldly gazed at the sky.
What kept swirling in my mind was Isoro's rolled-up trouser legs from his fall, his fair and smooth calves peeking out, an incredibly alluring sight...
He froze, then quickly shook his head, hoping to shake off the erotic image from his mind as soon as possible.
Then, feeling frustrated, he sighed: This woman is nowhere near as beautiful as an angel or as graceful as a peony; she's so far from my initial expectations. How am I supposed to settle for her?!
Leng Wushuang looked up at the sky and sighed deeply, feeling extremely sad and resentful.
Only Wu Shilang and Leng Wushuang were absent from the meal.
When it was time for dinner, Isoro didn't step out of the house once. He hid in the house alone, tears streaming down his face as he made a self-criticism.
Incidentally, I also mourned my only set of calm purple clothes.
The belt is broken, so I'll just have to leave it aside.
Honestly, from childhood to adulthood, Isoro rarely wore women's clothing. Firstly, he had many older brothers and aunts, and compared to his aunts' elaborate daily dressing and makeup routines, Isoro preferred the simple style of dressing like his brothers. Secondly, from childhood to adulthood, not only others but even Isoro himself considered himself a little boy. Thus, Isoro has always looked like a little boy.
So wearing women's makeup for so many days was really uncomfortable.
Now that I'm wearing Leng Wushuang's black clothes, I immediately feel that my former manly spirit has returned.
He was much taller than Isoro, so the black robe he wore looked particularly long and large on Isoro. Isoro used his sword to trim off the excess length and used the cut-off piece of cloth as a belt, which he loosely tied around his waist.
Although the robe was still loose, at least it looked presentable.
After doing all this, Isoro realized that his stomach had been growling for a long time, and he really couldn't go to the living room because he had just embarrassed himself.
So, all we can do is get through this night.
Just as I was thinking this, the door creaked open and the peerless young master entered, his head held high, looking very aloof, elegantly carrying a food box in his hand.
He was still dressed in a black robe, with two swords slung diagonally across his back.
Seeing Isoro's modified clothes, he frowned and said coldly, "Take them off."
Isoro covered her chest, looking at him timidly, and said with a mixture of shyness and anger, "You're so bad... Don't come any closer, I'll scream."
...Completely forced girl version.
"Take it off!"
He remained cold, but with a hint of anger. Leng Wushuang even drew a sword from his shoulder and pointed it at Wushilang.
With tears streaming down her face, Isoro, in a state of sorrow and panic, stumbled backward step by step until she reached the bedside. There, she collapsed onto the bed, clutching her robe collar with one hand and supporting herself with the other. She pleaded softly, "Please, use your hands to untie it, not your sword... okay... hmm?"
That last "hmm," soft and shy, with a drawn-out coquettish tone, sent a chill down Leng Wushuang's spine, making her feel as if she had fallen into an ice cellar!
Boom! The Peerless Young Master's last bit of patience was about to run out... A powerful chill emanated from his body, and his sword-wielding hand trembled with rage...
Because of her anger and emotional turmoil, Leng Wushuang didn't notice that a group of smiling eavesdroppers had gathered around the window outside.
"Madam, the young master is incredibly fierce." The guard, his eyes glistening with tears, exclaimed in admiration, clenching his fist.
"What a real man!" Maid B cupped her face in ecstasy, murmuring with a blushing expression, "If the young master asked me to undress, I'd definitely do it quickly..."
"...This is the young master of our Unloading Sword Manor..." The old steward clenched his fist with tears streaming down his face, giving the highest praise to Leng Wushuang's rogue behavior.
The First Madam wiped away her tears and choked back sobs: "Wushuang, this child, has finally grown up!"
The discussion grew increasingly heated, and everyone's emotions surged. One of the guards even stood up excitedly, leading the applause while wailing, "Young Master, hurry up! Our manor is about to have a new son..."
As soon as he stood up and clapped, the other burly men who were squatting also jumped up and clapped along with great joy. The enthusiastic applause resounded throughout the Tianxia Bieyuan.
One after another...
Inside the room, Leng Wushuang was furious. Her face had turned from red to ashen. For the first time in her more than ten years of life, she felt what it was like to collapse.
Wu Shilang lay half-reclined on the bed like a quail, looking out the window with a twitching expression. "Wushuang, you even brought everyone to make a ruckus in the bridal chamber..."
Leng Wushuang's face returned to its original state, and she looked at Wu Shilang calmly, speechless.
Then he raised the magenta sword...
With a swift motion, he cut off a section of his own robe.
Then, she slowly squatted down to pick it up, elegantly bound her eyes with a strip of cloth, stood facing Igarashi, and said indifferently, "I'll help you."
With a flick of his wrist, the sword danced in the air, and the garment instantly turned into strips of cloth, hanging haphazardly on Goruro's body, leaving him looking utterly disheveled.
"Leng Wushuang, you're a bastard..." Wu Shilang crossed his arms, his anger rising suddenly. He suddenly found the strength, jumped off the bed, pounced on Leng Wushuang, grabbed her sleeve, and burst into tears.
From childhood to adulthood, she always enjoyed teasing others and rarely suffered losses. However, after meeting Leng Wushuang, she was repeatedly humiliated in front of others. The embarrassment and anger were so intense that she cried more heartbrokenly than ever before.
Leng Wushuang casually tore off the cloth covering her eyes and saw Wu Shilang crying uncontrollably, sobbing and choking. She was immediately embarrassed.
He had very little contact with women since childhood, and the only women he knew besides the three ladies in the manor were his maids.
The three ladies were dignified and polite, and the maids both respected and feared her. Almost no woman could get so close and act unruly.
Isoro's outburst suddenly gave him a sense of helplessness he had never felt before.
Although he felt helpless, he immediately felt displeased when he saw a group of people still peering into the window. So, he tilted his body to block their view of Igarashi.
This completely isolated Isoro from the crowd, who was barely clothed.
He didn't know why he did it; he just subconsciously felt that if others saw him like this, he would feel very uncomfortable.
Before I knew it, everyone outside the window had quietly left.
Only the two people inside the house remained.
One was hiccuping and crying continuously, while the other had a face full of absurdity.
After a long silence, Leng Wushuang finally spoke again, with a strong sense of resignation, saying, "I'll have them send you clothes, the same black as mine."
This was his biggest concession.
Sure enough, Isoro immediately stopped crying and bargained, "Okay, and add an embroidered dragon on it too, I want to be your match..."
Young Master Leng Wushuang flew into a rage again, slammed the door shut, and stormed out.
Left inside, Isoro, looking utterly innocent, squatted on the floor, clutching his head in his hands, racking his brains trying to figure out why he had offended him once again…
As it turns out, Isoro's recovery ability is very strong.
In just one night, he completely forgot about yesterday's blunder.
He got up early and skipped to the Hall of Gathering Heroes, beaming as he showed off his black robe, the green sword at his waist swaying slightly, full of energy. The First Madam was overjoyed and said, "Fifty-Lang, the more I look at you, the cuter you become."
This is called a mother-in-law looking at her daughter-in-law and finding her more and more adorable.
Leng Wushuang remained expressionless, her eyes lowered as she looked at her porridge, slowly sipping it, as if the two people beside her didn't exist.
"You look really good in black," the First Madam praised enthusiastically.
Ishiro nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.
He lifted the corner of his robe to show the First Madam, "Madam, look, there's a phoenix here too."
There was indeed a phoenix, but it was a toddler version, embroidered like a pheasant with sparse feathers and a long neck. The First Madam immediately gave Leng Wushuang a reproachful look.
This kid is always so creative.
Leng Wushuang suddenly shivered, turned her face away, and changed the subject in a very serious manner, "The village is not completely safe, and the hidden dangers have not been eliminated."
The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.
As he spoke, he took out a letter written in blood from his sleeve and placed it on the table.
Blood was still everywhere, spreading endlessly, and it read: "All 43 people in the village shall pay with their lives."
The entire village has only 42 households, but now it's listed as 43.
Isoro immediately looked distressed and asked, "Does that mean I'm included too?"
Leng Wushuang nodded and surprisingly replied in a good-natured manner, "Not bad, you're here."
These four short words immediately plunged Ishiro into despair.
She suddenly remembered that terrifying and gloomy night, the huge beast, the cold moonlight, and couldn't help but shudder.
"Miss Su, what do you think? Who is this wronged spirit?" The First Madam immediately fawned over Fifty-Lang, her face full of trust.
Leng Wushuang sneered and crossed her arms, looking at Wushilang.