El viaje de un mendigo alrededor del mundo

Capítulo 60

The scholar paused for a moment, then a brilliant idea flashed in his mind, "Just send it to the organizers of this year's weapons competition."

Fan Qingbo found a stool and sat down, rubbing her forehead as she continued, "Do you think your arrow can reach Jiangnan?" All previous martial arts tournaments have been held in Jiangnan. This is a bow and arrow; her husband wouldn't be mistaking it for a rocket, would he? Could it really traverse the entire north and south of the dynasty?

"Why go to Jiangnan?" The scholar seemed to enjoy his wife's helpless expression, and sat down beside her with a smile, unable to resist touching her face with his hand. "Just send it to Xiaoyao Tea House, my wife."

Fan Qingbo's eyes widened immediately. "What?"

Before the scholar could answer, the door was flung open with a bang, a whirlwind swept past, and his hand was blocked. His eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand to retaliate, but he stopped in his tracks because the venomous gaze directed at him was all too familiar. He looked closely and saw that it was indeed Fan Bing, who had returned from his trip. His gloomy expression immediately softened: "Shouheng, you're back."

Fan Bing naturally couldn't accept his kindness in extending his affection to the house; he only felt that this man surnamed Shu changed his tune very quickly and was indeed no good person!

"Master, big news!" After glaring at the scholar repeatedly, Fan Bing finally remembered his original intention and pointed to the headline in the tabloid, shouting to his master, "The news from the Xiaoyao Tea House says that this year's weapons ranking competition will be held in the capital!"

"What a joke!" Fan Qingbo snatched the tabloid and skimmed through it. "Are you crazy? What kind of martial arts tournament is being held right under the emperor's nose? Haven't the imperial court and the martial arts world always kept to themselves? Wait, is it His Majesty who invited martial arts practitioners to the capital?!"

"Yes." Fan Bing handed over the imperial edict that he had secretly torn back at the opportune moment.

[It is hereby announced that the martial arts world has a long-standing tradition of vying for rankings of weapons, a contest that takes place every five years. Now, on this auspicious occasion, I cordially invite all heroes of the realm to gather in the capital and join the people of the capital in this grand event.]

Looking at the utterly absurd imperial edict, Fan Qingbo muttered to himself, "I thought he had already gone to extremes last month by issuing a decree allowing Taoist priests to marry and have children and enjoy civil servant benefits, but I never expected him to pull this stunt less than a month later... holding a martial arts tournament in the capital... How did he come up with such a despicable move?"

This is like bringing the entire martial arts world, from the most powerful to the most humble, right under the emperor's nose. It's far more brutal than any duel between two masters atop the Forbidden City. The army responsible for the capital's defense must hate him to death. Has he gone insane from wanting to abdicate and being forced to step down? Isn't anyone stopping him?

Just as Fan Qingbo was deeply captivated by the Emperor's outrageous actions, the scholar had already completed the entire sequence of actions: leaping onto the roof, aiming at the Xiaoyao Teahouse, shooting the arrow, and returning to his study. He pushed aside Fan Bing, who had been blocking their way, snatched the newspaper from her hand, and finally grasped her shoulder, saying earnestly, "Wife, everything's alright now. Shall we continue?"

"Huh? Continue what?" Fan Qingbo's mind was a complete mess.

“You said you were sorry, and you said you wanted to be my husband, but you still haven’t answered—” Suddenly blushing, she turned to Fan Bing, “Shouheng, you go out, I have something to say to your master’s wife.”

Fan Bing was naturally unwilling to accept this. He narrowed his eyes and stared at the scholar with a suspicious look. "Why are you blushing? What do you want to do to my master? Why are you kicking me out? Are you feeling guilty? Humph, I have to protect my master, so I won't let you succeed!"

"Cough cough, I'm having an attack. You can go out now." Fan Qingbo seemed to realize what was happening, and his face turned a little red.

Fan Bing watched as the two men in front of him inexplicably blushed, feeling a mix of emotions. However, his servile nature was strong; accustomed to obeying his master, he could only reluctantly walk away. He hadn't gone two steps when he heard the two men behind him say in unison, "Don't come any closer unless it's absolutely necessary." He turned around angrily, only to see the two men, who had suddenly become so in sync, exchange a glance, then blush and turn their heads away—this was too much! He snorted heavily, raised his head, and decided to rebel!

"I'm not leaving!"

The scholar glanced at him silently, then lowered his eyes and took Fan Qingbo's hand. "Then let's go back to our room." He readily agreed.

"Hello!"

Fan Bing disliked this feeling of being excluded and was about to give chase when he saw the scholar ahead slightly bend the knuckle of his free hand and flick it backward. He only had time to see the movement before he was completely unable to dodge. His acupoints were struck, rendering him unable to move or speak. He could only roar silently: "You damn fool, you've already crippled yourself and you still have the nerve to do such a master-level, high-difficulty move as remote acupoint striking!"

On the other side, Fan Qingbo followed the scholar back to the room, the room that was clearly a bridal chamber, but she had never slept in with the scholar.

She had just entered the house and closed the door when she turned around and met his slightly burning gaze. Her heart warmed, and she instantly forgot what she wanted to explain. Her mouth was a little dry, and she subconsciously licked her lips, not intending to seduce him, but suddenly she saw a flame ignite in his eyes, and he abruptly leaned down and captured her lips and tongue. Her back pressed against the door, causing a slight pain, but it was quickly overshadowed by the tingling pleasure from his lips. She hugged him, about to passionately return his kiss, but he pulled away.

"What do you like about Zhou Shence?" he suddenly covered her eyes and asked in a hoarse voice.

If it weren't for the current heated situation, she would have almost laughed. Are all men this childish? Deliberately forgetting other people's names?

She managed to suppress her turbulent emotions and answered as clearly as possible, "I used to like him, but I suppressed my feelings because I knew it was impossible, and we were never together. Besides, I haven't had time to like him since you started bothering me." This was true. Since meeting the scholar, she hadn't had a peaceful day, let alone time for romance. Gradually, all her feelings faded.

The scholar was barely satisfied with the answer. He pinched her earlobe but didn't release the hand covering her eyes. She couldn't see his expression, only heard a tearing sound, the sound of silk ripping, and then a piece of fabric replaced his hand covering her eyes.

Before she could protest, he lightly pecked her lips. Her passion was reignited, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, responding with a flurry of kisses. This time, he not only didn't stop her but also cooperated enthusiastically, even kneading her soft breasts through her clothes. She let out a soft cry, her legs going weak. Suddenly, her feet left the ground, and she was lifted up. He walked to the bedside, sat down, and placed her on his lap, his kisses and hands becoming even more unrestrained.

With her eyes blindfolded, her other senses became exceptionally heightened. His tongue played with hers, his hands caressed her breasts—a little painful, yet exhilarating—and his penis swelled and burned passionately beneath her hips. She vaguely knew the reason for his sudden initiative, yet she couldn't help but dance along. Ah, the prime of her life…

Just as she was about to take off his clothes, she was stopped and her hand was grabbed. "Why did you chase after that man that day?"

Oh dear, this is so unfair! She's practically stripped naked while he's still impeccably dressed! She cursed him inwardly, but had to swallow her pride and weakly replied, "Because I realized I don't actually like him that much, and I've wasted so much of his time, so I'm going to apologize so I can live my life with a clearer conscience... Oh, husband, don't stop..."

She couldn't help but shout out what she wanted, unaware of the incredibly wanton and wicked actions he was making with his hands. His face, however, showed a contradictory expression of shame and anger at her honesty. He gritted his teeth and spat at her: "Shameless!" He couldn't tell whether he was scolding her for her blatantly selfish words or for her unrestrained shouts.

She was already used to his tsundere attitude and wasn't annoyed at all. Instead, she became even more brazen, chuckling, "Let go of my hand, and I can show you even more shamelessness~"

His face turned even redder. Before completely shutting up her mouth, which was always full of nonsense, he threw out a sentence: "The first rule of the Shu family is that Fan Qingbo must not chase after any man other than her husband, the scholar!"

They fell onto the bed, eagerly exploring each other's bodies. The blindfold covering her eyes slipped off during their intense lovemaking. The pent-up desire of the past few days had become a wildfire, unstoppable. Finally, with the arrow on the bowstring, he stubbornly held back, ignoring her desires, his lips pursed, his brows furrowed, and he persistently asked, "Is a husband better, or a virgin?"

She froze, countless thoughts flashing through her mind, and finally closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and suddenly exerted her strength.

Caught off guard, he was pinned down by her. Her eyes were somewhat gloomy, but a wicked smile curled at the corner of her lips. "My dearest husband, I deeply feel that although you are well-read, your sex education is seriously lacking. Would you mind if I gave you a vivid, lively, and interesting sex education?"

He finally realized that something was seriously wrong.

Her expression made him feel that he had asked a very foolish question, and that asking it would come at a great price. This unprecedentedly upgraded version of "My dear husband" was telling him that the price was beyond his imagination.

42. The Education of Love (Part 2)

The scholar suffered the tragic fate of losing both his parents and the complete destruction of the Udumbara Sect from a young age. At a young age, he followed the elder, with whom he had never been on good terms, on his journeys across the country. Well, actually, he accompanied him to find rare orchids to coax women—this woman was none other than Qin Shenglan, the great heroine who loved orchids and whose eyes he had accidentally blinded.

—At that time, Lady Qin's husband had already died young, and the Grand Elder was not a mistress. This is hereby declared.

Having said all that, I just want to point out one thing: although the scholar was incredibly learned and talented, he had never actually attended school. After learning various common and uncommon characters by using the elder's medical books, he became determined not to study medicine and resolutely embarked on the path of self-study by purchasing the Four Books and Five Classics, historical texts, philosophical works, and literary collections.

This scholar, who had never received a formal traditional education, never imagined that his first lesson would be like this...

Is it vivid? It's incredibly vivid; everyone personally took to the stage and laid bare their true selves.

Is it vivid? It's incredibly vivid; the explanations are all based on real objects.

Is she lively? She's incredibly lively, constantly moving her hands around and changing positions countless times.

Interesting, isn't it? It's incredibly interesting... just kidding! They say women are soft-hearted, but his wife's heart is definitely different from other women's! Otherwise, why would she suddenly push him away at such a crucial moment, leaving behind the words, "That's enough for today. To find out what happens next, stay tuned for the next installment"?

When he came to his senses and chased after the door to the study, he was about to smash it open with a single blow when a sharp voice came from inside: "Those who have already crippled themselves should have some self-respect." He paused for only a few seconds, then decided to let the door go for the time being. He opened his mouth to say something, but before he could even utter the word "wife's wife," another sarcastic remark came out—