El viaje de un mendigo alrededor del mundo

Capítulo 65

"Hmm, releasing the pressure points, is that right? Okay."

Before she could even rejoice that she could move her limbs again, she was flipped over and forced to kneel on the bed.

"My lady, please hold onto the railing."

"...Is this the purpose of your acupoint release, you bastard!"

Heavens above! She didn't want this corrupted scholar anymore; she wanted the easy-going, easily-pushed simpleton… She also had a stack of erotic books he'd bought from Huanxitian but hadn't even read yet, which she'd found in the study. She'd originally planned a loving after-school tutoring session, but given the current situation, what was the point of any further instruction?! This guy's ability to apply what he'd learned was too strong—a classic case of teaching the apprentice but not the master! She had to keep a few more tricks up her sleeve… "Ahhh…it hurts so much…"

Noticing her distraction, he reached around to her chest and firmly pinched the tip of her breast. Hearing her cry, "It hurts so much!", he frowned, flicked the increasingly hard nipple in his hand, and simultaneously thrust himself into her. "Nonsense! You deserve punishment!"

"Ahhh...no...slow, slow down, you bastard! I'm going to kill you...oh..."

The woman's moans, though filled with various curses and profanities, were considered quite pleasant to hear, rang out again, mixed with the sounds of ** (violent? I'm guessing...) pounding and the man's muffled groans and heavy breathing. Inside the bedroom, the autumn wind couldn't penetrate; spring was in full bloom.

Meanwhile, in the alleyway in front of the scholar's house just a few walls away, a group of casually dressed men and women listened to the commotion and exchanged bewildered glances. The men thought to themselves: Who said that the scholar was indifferent to women? He's clearly just as vigorous as the painter. Most of the women pretended not to hear, except for one young woman dressed in Miao ethnic clothing who showed the joy of meeting an old friend in a foreign land.

"This girl's calls are really lively, not at all like the affected mannerisms of women from the Central Plains. Could she be one of my people?"

Author's Note: Another watered-down version of the story...

Miss sqyz, for your birthday gift, should it be the specific content of the lesson that the scholar gave, or the specific content of the lesson that the scholar gave to the girl?

44. The exceptionally bustling capital city

As the weapons ranking battle draws near, hundreds of martial arts practitioners flock to the capital every day, creating a massive influx of people and causing immense hardship for the city's garrison and security personnel. Meanwhile, the local residents are thrilled to participate in this grand martial arts event, something they've only ever heard about in stories, and merchants are reaping substantial profits from the surge in customers.

It's truly a case of some people rejoicing while others grieve.

It was a clear, crisp autumn day. Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out from nowhere on the street: "You little thief! Where do you think you're going!"

From the second floor of Yinfeng Tower, a burly, dark-faced man leaped down, swiftly catching up with a fleeing figure and dragging him to a wailing old man at the entrance of the restaurant. "Give this purse back to this gentleman!"

The old man was overjoyed to have his things back and thanked the strong man repeatedly, pulling on his sleeve.

"Look, it's not all bad that martial arts practitioners are gathering in the capital."

Two young men dressed as scholars sat by the window of the restaurant, witnessing the whole scene. The one who spoke was the one who looked thinner and more shrewd, while the other, who appeared handsome and distinguished, chuckled and shook his head, pointing to another corner of the restaurant.

"Bullshit! I'll fight you to the death!" "Afraid of you? Draw your sword!"

In an instant, tables and chairs shattered, dust flew everywhere, and sword energy crisscrossed—a truly chaotic scene. Innocent civilians scattered in all directions, while the other martial artists remained unfazed, chatting and laughing as they drank and ate, only occasionally raising their hands or feet to deflect objects flying from the fight. The cause of the brawl was simply that the two men had coincidentally used the same color and style of sword tassel. Just as women would be annoyed if they wore the same outfit, it's rare and uncommon for women to unleash such a lethal attack.

The two young men had disappeared from the window of the restaurant, but the sound of an abacus clicking away came from under the table.

"A square table, two peach wood stools, a teapot, two teacups, and four saucers, depreciated to twenty taels! Good heavens! It hit the railing! Five taels! Ouch! I accidentally injured the waiter, medicine, calming fee, exorcism fee, and compensation for mental distress, totaling fifty taels!"

This money-grubbing attitude, this money-grubbing attitude, this abacus-carrying posture—who else but Dongfeng could pull this off?

With the final clink of the pearl, Xie Dongfeng's eyes gleamed. "A total of two hundred and twenty-five taels!"

Since it was Jie Dongfeng, it's not hard to guess who was the person who was pulled to squat under the table.

Gongye Bai glanced at the abacus. "Not seventy-five taels?"

Jie Dongfeng said seriously, "There is a prior agreement that if any public property of the restaurant is damaged, the compensation will be three times the amount."

As everyone knows, Xie Dongfeng's wedding banquet with Xie Yiren not only amassed a fortune in red envelopes from everyone and set a precedent for using restaurants to host wedding banquets, but also raked in half of the Yin Feng Lou business. Therefore, after learning that the martial arts tournament was to be held in the capital, besides offering a perfunctory remonstrance to the emperor, he immediately set about his grand plan to attract customers and rake in money at Yin Feng Lou. Every day, while lamenting the impending collapse of the nation alongside his old ministers, he silently calculated how much money he had earned that day and when he would open a branch, and so on.

Gongye Bai, however, was different. Recently, a major incident had occurred at Yingge, causing all the affairs to fall on his shoulders. The security risks brought about by the surge in martial arts practitioners, the redistribution of the imperial city guards—everything was causing him a great deal of trouble. Even so, seeing Xie Dongfeng's smug look as he successfully amassed wealth, he couldn't help but laugh along.

"By the way, Xiaobai, do you have any brothers?" Xie Dongfeng suddenly asked.

Why are you suddenly asking this?