He laughed in a very cynical, mocking way.
Wu Shilang glared at him and scoffed, "Young Master Luo only needs to stand there if he wants a purse, and he'll have as many as he wants in no time. Why are you making fun of me?" After speaking, he turned around and continued to look at the silk flower decorations hanging by the roadside.
Luo Jinfeng's eyes dimmed, then he put on a smug look and said, "That's true. There are too many girls in the world who admire me. Occasionally, I will also take care of those who no one wants. This is what I call... doing a good deed every day."
Isoro remained silent, only able to express his disdain with his eyes.
"If I didn't have a purse, I wouldn't be in a good mood either." Luo Jinfeng put his hands behind his back, looked up at the sky, and sighed deeply. "When I'm in a bad mood..."
Before he could finish speaking, Goruro gave him a cold look, ignored him, and walked straight toward the inn.
"Fifty? Little Fifty?" Luo Shao tapped the ground a few times, ran up to Fifty Lang, bent down to look at her face, and said with a grin, "Are you angry?!"
Goruro looked at him lazily, with a helpless expression, and said, "Young Master Luo, don't make such pointless jokes. You're always surrounded by beautiful women, I'm not up to your level."
She looked uninterested, effectively shutting down Luo Shao's words.
Luo Jinfeng stood there, feeling suffocated, unable to find an outlet for his anger. After a long while, he regained his composure and coldly called out, "Qi Si, come out."
A black-clad guard, his face filled with fear, flew down from the tree. As soon as he landed, he knelt on one knee without daring to raise his head and whispered, "Qi Si is here."
"When I come out again, don't let me see these purses again. Let them all throw sandbags at me!" He stormed off, leaving behind a dejected Qi Si, biting his fingers, pondering how to deal with the purses that filled the town.
Young Master Luo's anger didn't subside until evening.
After dinner, he sat by the window, silent.
Isoro, who had been standing by the window with his hair down, was pushed to the corner of the table by this man. He immediately looked over with a pitiful expression and said, "Normally at night, countless men and women would throw their purses here, but now..."
She sighed resentfully, pointed down at the girl downstairs who was shamelessly throwing sandbags, and said, "Look, what was originally an elegant activity has become a very boring situation because of you."
Young Master Luo's anger, which had just subsided, flared up again.
He glared at her angrily, "Wu Shilang, don't test my patience!" He was in a bad mood, ever since Wu Shilang had silently scorned him, he had been feeling resentful.
"Fine, I'll shut up from now on!"
She was indeed obedient, keeping her mouth tightly shut, and sat down under the lamp to comb her hair. In the candlelight, her hair was long and shiny, shimmering with a faint black sheen. Luo Jinfeng couldn't help but lean over, taking the comb from her hand very naturally, and began to comb her hair gently, stroke by stroke.
Isoro frowned, opened his mouth, and was about to refuse.
A finger darted out and touched her body, sending a tingling sensation that immediately immobilized her in her seat, rendering her completely unable to move.
"Don't always refuse others; you should learn to give them a little something sometimes." Young Master Luo withdrew his finger, his face domineering, his eyes filled with strong dissatisfaction, but the hand that was stroking his hair became even gentler. "With your personality, it's hard for me to fulfill my wish to do a good deed every day."
In the mirror, Isoro's face was flushed, his eyes wide with anger, as if fire was about to spit out.
This was the first time in her life she had experienced the pain of being paralyzed on one side. That one finger completely destroyed all her goodwill towards Young Master Luo.
From that night on, Wu Shilang and Luo Jinfeng fell into a cold war.
"Young Master, Lai City is just ahead..."
"Go around, turn back from here, and go through two more villages." Luo Jinfeng leaned against the car wall, his eyes half-closed, and gave the lazy order.
"Yes!" Upon receiving the order, the black-clad guard immediately turned his horse around.
"Why take a detour?" Wu Shilang asked. "Wouldn't that double the distance?" She was anxious. Ever since she dreamed of Wushuang falling off the cliff, she had been restless and longed to reunite with him as soon as possible to ease her longing.
Luo Jinfeng smiled, looking at him with an inscrutable expression.
"So you've finally decided to talk to me?" His tone was icy, carrying the feeling that a storm was brewing.
Isoro immediately shut his mouth, looked down at his nose, and focused on his own thoughts.
Luo Jinfeng's long-suppressed anger erupted once more. He reached out and lifted her chin, saying with a half-smile, "Just because I struck your pressure points once, you've hated me until now?"
For three consecutive days after that day, Ishiro wore a frosty expression. Luo Jinfeng, knowing he was in the wrong, endured it all, but being a pampered young master, he finally snapped after three days of silence.
"Please don't spit in my face." Isoro looked at him sincerely, extended his index finger, and pushed the distance between himself and Luo Jinfeng an arm's length. "You can talk, but don't act so wild."
Luo Shao immediately fell silent.
From childhood to adulthood, his nickname has always been "Gentleman Sword." What is a gentleman? Naturally, he is gentle and refined, polite and courteous. But how did it become "wild" when it came to Gyuro?!
"Also, after much thought, I feel I shouldn't trouble Young Master Luo with detoxification and healing. Once I see Wushuang, we..." She gritted her teeth, "...will part ways."
Although it might seem like he was abandoning her after using her, she simply couldn't tolerate this willful young master any longer.
"You think you have a choice?" Luo Shao's face blossomed into the most dazzling smile, his eyes full of laughter, as if Wu Shilang had told the most ridiculous joke. "Even if we're going our separate ways, it was me, Luo Jinfeng, who brought it up first."
A fire was burning fiercely in his heart, growing ever stronger. He suddenly realized how much he cared when Wu Shilang mentioned Leng Wushuang.
"If I insist on leaving, what right do you have to stop me?" Ishiro's face turned cold. He lifted the carriage curtain and was about to jump out.
Luo Jinfeng's expression changed drastically. He reached out and pulled Wu Shilang, who had already taken a step forward, back into his arms.
He sighed through gritted teeth, "Fifty, if you leave now, it's tantamount to suicide. Do you know how many assassins are waiting for you in Lai Town ahead?"
Isoro's eyes dimmed slightly, and he lowered his head without saying a word.
"Fifty, let's stop arguing, okay?"
Isoro's head hung low, and after a long while, he answered weakly, "Yes, Young Master Luo."
With unfamiliarity and indifference, it cut open Luo Jinfeng's heart, leaving deep wounds.
"Consider it a favor you owe me. Before you meet Leng Wushuang, be my personal maid," Luo Jinfeng's tone turned cold and indifferent. "I do need a maid to serve me."
Goruro pouted, feeling much more relaxed, and replied, "Haven't I been doing the girl's job all along?"
Luo Jinfeng shook his head, looking at me with a half-smile, and said, "My girl is here to dress me and make my bed."
Upon hearing this, Wu Shilang's face immediately fell, and he muttered, "Isn't that what wives and concubines do?" Her family had fifty concubines, and what they all vied for was to dress and fold blankets for Master Xiao.
Hearing her soft mutterings, Young Master Luo couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
I felt a sense of comfort and ease.
"Very well, then I'll be your personal maid." Wu Shilang nodded and quickly agreed. Just as Goujian endured hardship and humiliation in ancient times, Wu Shilang now selflessly serves as his servant. Truly noble!
However, if you think that being Wushilang's personal maid is glamorous and wonderful, then Young Master Luo, you're dreaming too much.
In the evening, as usual, Wu Shilang and Young Master Luo shared a room with two bedrooms.
The candlelight flickered brightly, tinged with a soft orange-red, and bounced on and off. Luo Jinfeng, with her hair loose, sat on the bed with her arms raised high.
"Fifty, help me take off my clothes, I want to sleep." His eyes crinkled, and his handsome face was full of mockery. "Hurry up, I'm very tired."
Muttering to himself, Isoro came out of the inner room, wiping his eyes. He saw Isoro's long hair flowing down his back, his handsome features mixed with a touch of allure, and his languid demeanor. Isoro couldn't help but stare at Isoro for a moment.
"You look very good like this." She always spoke her mind, saying whatever came to mind.
Luo Jinfeng's heart immediately felt sweet, and he smiled broadly: "Little Fifty, you finally know how good I am." Fifty also smiled slightly, reaching out to unbutton his bag. In the candlelight, her face was reflected as snow-white and pink, her small mouth was pouting, her eyes were lowered, and her brows were furrowed.
"Why is it so hard to undo?" Wu Shilang's small hands fiddled with Luo Shao's buttons for a long time, but he couldn't undo the first button, and he couldn't help but get impatient.
Seeing her biting her lip and sighing, her face full of tension, Luo Jinfeng couldn't help but reach out and hug her from behind.
He lowered his head, intimately close to her pink face, his warm breath gently brushing against her skin. He looked at her pink lips and slowly moved closer to press them against his own.
Wu Shilang was shocked and hurriedly stretched out his fingers, inserting two slender fingers into Luo Shao's nostrils. With a little force, he pushed Luo Shao's head out.
"Igoro, you..."
Enraged, Luo Shao released his grip on Wu Shilang's waist, suddenly stood up, his face flushed, his eyes dark and deep in the candlelight.
"Disgusting." Wu Shilang was even angrier, and stretched out two fingers for Luo Jinfeng to see. "Young Master Luo, I need to wipe my fingers first."
She appeared completely relaxed, ignoring the bulging veins on Luo Jinfeng's forehead.
"Giro, no one has ever treated me like this before." He took two quick steps, blocking Goro's path, and said angrily, "You're the first."
Wu Shilang looked at him with a smile, sighed indifferently, and said, "Young Master Luo, there's a first time for everything. Take it easy, it's not a big deal."
As she spoke, she pushed Young Master Luo away.
Young Master Luo's anger intensified, his eyes blazing, his body as still as a rock, refusing to budge.
Ishiro sighed and said, "I didn't want it to be like this, but since you insist, I'm willing to create countless firsts."
She sighed as she pressed the two fingers that had just been inserted into Luo Shao's nostrils onto his sleeve, rubbing them vigorously with obvious disgust.
The veins on Luo Jinfeng's forehead snapped with a crack.
For someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, this is the ultimate insult.
He laughed in fury, grinding his teeth as he said, "Very well, very well. You'll have to find your own place to stay tonight. I'm going to create countless firsts, like, the first time I'll kick my little girl out the door..."
Upon hearing this, Isoro's face immediately fell. The flame burned the candle wick short, and the light was about to dim.
Luo Jinfeng rested his chin on his hand, watching Wu Shilang hesitate with a half-smile. He was certain that Wu Shilang would apologize this time, since there were no rooms available at the inn. All he had been hoping for these past few days was for Wu Shilang to compromise.
Isoro stood in the dim candlelight, head bowed, muttering to himself, biting his lip and frowning. After thinking for a long time, he actually opened the door and walked out without looking back.
"Wu Shilang! You've got some nerve." Luo Jinfeng's eyes narrowed slowly, still sitting at the table, his face full of anger. "Once you leave, don't come back."
He angrily picked up the teacup on the table and tossed it away with unparalleled elegance.
Then, he gritted his teeth and stared into deep thought.
After a long while, he called out in a muffled voice, "Rider Five, come out."
"Young Master, Qi Wu is here." A dark figure leaped in through the window and knelt down as soon as he landed.
"You keep an eye on Isoro. If she refuses to come back, you can subtly transfer your room to her."
Luo Jinfeng sighed, looking troubled, and rubbed his brow with his long, neat fingertips. "Remember, don't let her know that you deliberately gave her this room."
"Yes, I understand."
The five riders in black leaped out of the window and disappeared in a few quick steps.
Inside the room, Young Master Luo paced slowly, leaning against the window. Under the moonlight, his handsome face was filled with melancholy. He sighed again and again, but could not shake off the depression in his heart. Outside the window, all was quiet, and boundless darkness enveloped him. The weather was gradually turning cold, and the wind blowing was slightly biting.
He suddenly remembered that when Wu Shilang went out, he was only wearing a thin outer garment, and he couldn't help but feel extremely worried. He sighed softly, "Little Wu Shilang, is it so hard for you to show me weakness once in a while?"
Even if I have already trampled my self-respect under her feet, is she not even willing to make a single compromise?
There was absolutely no need to arrange another room for Isoro.
She regretted it as soon as she stepped out the door and turned the corner.
There's a saying in the martial arts world: a wise man doesn't suffer a loss he can't avoid. Even if things go wrong, I'm just a nobody, a mere woman; admitting my mistake shouldn't be a problem.
She made up her mind to turn around and apologize to Luo Shao.
Just kidding, the inn is already full, where am I supposed to find another superior room?