Lan Yin Bi Yue

Capítulo 32

"Where are we going?" I asked cheerfully, skipping along behind the savage.

The savage slowed his pace, turned around, and uttered a perfectly standard lip-synced phrase: "Earn...silver...money."

...

As they say, a great power is indeed a great power. I admire them. Even though it's only been a little over a thousand years, they know that shops should stay open late and not close completely at five o'clock.

In the fabric shop, the savage fully utilized his innate advantage: writing.

Therefore, no one knows what he is saying to people.

The shopkeeper accepted a piece of paper from the savage. The savage left, and the shopkeeper turned back.

"What did that mute guy say to you just now?" I asked the fabric shop owner, being the curious person I am.

The shopkeeper, with a hypocritical look on his face, as if he was hiding something from you, changed the subject and asked me, "Young lady, have you made up your mind yet? Which piece of cloth do you prefer?"

I laughed, hooking a gold necklace on my little finger and swaying it from side to side, and asked the shopkeeper, "What should we do with this chain?"

The shop owner remained calm and replied with a smile, "You can leave it in the shop and wait for the owner to come and pick it up."

“If I give it to you,” I countered, “will the original owner get it back?”

The boss was slightly displeased.

"You'd better not hide it from me!" I leaned forward and whispered to the fabric shop owner, "Wasn't that mute guy coming back looking for the chain? Did he tell you how much the chain was worth and how he would repay you if he found it?"

The boss glanced at me sideways and frowned slightly.

"Never mind..." I sighed, casually putting the chain back into my pocket. "Anyway, what I found is mine. Isn't there a gold and silver shop next door? I'll go ask about the price first, then pawn it—if you don't like it, go to the authorities to report it. If the chain is confiscated, neither of us will get anything—"

"Young lady, wait a minute!" The shopkeeper reached out to me, his face showing a struggle, and said, "Isn't this a bit inappropriate..."

I turned around, "Isn't that inappropriate?!" Without waiting for his reaction, I resumed my affectionate act, "Boss, look how familiar we are, good things aren't afraid of being shared. I understand social etiquette and don't want to get into trouble, otherwise..."

I paused, glanced at the boss, and saw him looking at me shyly. Our eyes met briefly, which gave me great encouragement.

“This gold chain looks quite exquisite, it must be worth a lot of money, right? One hundred taels of silver? Two hundred taels? Two hundred and fifty?” I laughed. “That mute guy just now looked so dull-witted, he must have already quoted you a price, no doubt?” I paused again, giving the shopkeeper enough time to ponder. When the time was up, I made a decisive move—“Don’t even think about it, I’ll leave this chain here for you. Pretend I never came and never saw a gold chain before. Just consider that I didn’t make this trip, give me one hundred or eighty taels—eighty taels will do, as travel expenses.”

"What?!" the shopkeeper exclaimed, "Eighty taels?! Young lady, are you kidding me?!"

"Who's joking with you!" She glared at him. "Then it's seventy-nine taels!! Don't forget I found this chain. I can do whatever I want with it. I can throw it away on the street, take it to the authorities, or even wait outside your shop every day for that mute to come back and frame you—no matter what, I found this chain for free, and you didn't have to do any work. It's a free bonus!"

"This, this, this—" the boss hesitated.

"Fine..." I sighed. "I guess I'm just unlucky. A shady merchant is a shady merchant. All he knows is how to drive down prices. Does he want to kill me? I'm not going to waste my breath on you. One price, seventy-eight taels plus two coins—no questions asked. Otherwise, I'll hand the chain over to the authorities, and neither of us will get it!"

...

With seventy taels of paper money and a small bag of loose silver in my arms, I felt like I was getting my first paycheck. I started skipping as soon as I left the silk shop and skipped all the way to the street corner.

As the noise of the crowd faded into the distance, under the dark shadows of the trees, someone reached out and pulled me into their arms.

"You're such a breath of fresh air, you savage!" I didn't even need to look up to know who this person was. Not only did I praise him loudly, but I also tilted my head back and gave him a big kiss. I didn't forget to praise him again, "You can even scam people with cheap fake chains. You're really cunning. You can steal, you can cheat, and you can rob. You have it all. You could be the government's number one wanted criminal!"

The savage didn't move. I took out a stack of paper money from my pocket. "Here you go. This was your idea. All the money is yours. Give me another ten taels of silver so I can pay off my debt. From now on, you'll never have to see that thorn in your side, that imaginary enemy, Yan Chaohong."

The savage reached out and took the paper money I had given him. He looked at it, then took out another one and gave it to me. I held it up to my eyes and examined it in the dim moonlight—"You really only gave me ten taels?!" I exclaimed, both amused and exasperated. "Don't you know that women are in charge of spending money and men are in charge of making money? I'm just giving you a token of my appreciation. Besides, you're not short of food or clothing. What do you need so much money for—are you planning to do something bad? Tell me honestly!"

The savage calmly put the money away first, and then wrote on my hand: "Saving it to marry you."

"Really?" I was skeptical.

The savage nodded.

I laughed, "Do you know that our back-and-forth is called fraud, and it's very unethical?"

He stood in the shadows, still nodding.

"But you don't even open your heart to your future wife, so you're even more immoral!" I frowned, my voice turning cold. "What I said this afternoon wasn't for nothing. You heard it, so you shouldn't have pretended not to hear it! I don't even know what kind of person my future husband is. Aren't I embarrassing myself?!"

A fire suddenly ignited in my heart. Originally, I never intended to let this fire out, but suddenly I realized that he could make a huge sum of money that ordinary families couldn't see in a year without saying a word or bending over. This made me feel that sometimes when he stood next to me and watched me without making a sound, it was as if he was watching me make a fool of myself.

He didn't say anything. I'm not blaming him, nor do I want to pressure him. It's just that I feel very insecure.

He lowered his eyes. Under the moonlight, backlit, he always seemed submissive and calm when I was being unreasonable, which only made my unreasonableness stand out even more.

"Okay!" I turned around, ignored him, and strode away.

I took ten steps—then looked back, and saw two shadows under the moon; a savage was following closely behind me.

"Now you know how I feel, right?" I asked him. "How would you feel if I did this to you every now and then, and always had my back to you?!"

The savage hung his head, head down, neither raising it nor looking at me.

I sighed, "If you don't say anything, I'll take it as an admission of wrongdoing?" As I spoke, I reached out and lifted his chin with my index finger. Under the cold light, he frowned, looking like some kind of indomitable, virtuous man being teased by a spoiled young lady.

He raised his head, but his eyes were fixed on the ground, with a large shadow under his eyelashes, or perhaps just dark circles under his eyes; in any case, he was refusing to comply.

“You’re making me feel like some kind of criminal,” I couldn’t help but laugh.

Then he stopped laughing, his face hardening. "If you piss me off, I'll throw you into a ravine to feed the apes!"

She grabbed his chin and kissed him forcefully, because she couldn't find any other way to salvage the situation.

The savage hadn't expected me to be so aggressive. He choked and tried to resist, his fingers grabbing my clothes but then letting go, as if he had finally been softened by me. His eyes slowly closed from being half-closed, and his tense and stiff body softened. He took long, deep breaths, his lips cool. Actually, holding him made me feel cool, as if he were naturally cold and didn't produce heat. In the end, the result of my forced kiss was that I failed and he succeeded.

He started to hold me tightly, pulling my head towards him, pressing his palm against my face, his fingertips digging into the hairline around my cheek. He pulled me closer and closer, making me lean forward, my neck craning, my face unable to turn freely, my lips being bitten open by him... It was a state of being kissed where I desperately wanted to revel, yet had to suppress myself and respond to his kisses, but couldn't reach out like an octopus, cling to his neck, and kiss him passionately and recklessly...

The savage's lips brushed against my heart, causing a strange, itchy sensation, like ants crawling all over me. Those ants, with their antennae twitching, gently brushed against my heart, making me dizzy. I raised my hand and hooked it around the savage's arm. His sleeve slipped down, and I touched his skin, which still gave me a slight warmth.

"I'm hungry..." The savage showed no sign of letting me go. I felt a spasm in my stomach and complained to him, "I haven't eaten yet. Getting too hungry can cause cancer." Especially for him...

The savage slowly opened his eyes and released his grip without much further struggle.

Later, when he bought me chicken wings, I yelled at him, "Don't you know cancer cells grow on the wing tips? Are you trying to poison me?!"

The savage frowned: You can say whatever you want, but don't keep talking about "death" all the time.

I pouted, "Fine, I've already lost my temper once in a day. I won't mess with you again, you bastard..."

The savage walked away expressionlessly, then came back with two meat buns. Underneath the buns was a jade pendant. I took it from him and glared at him, "Couldn't you have bought something vegetarian?!"

This time, the savage completely ignored me.

People in the game

When Yan Chaohong told me that based on the map of Nangongfu provided by the wild man, he figured that stealing the knife would be too difficult, and that the only option was to rob it on its way to the North Training Ground in Chengdu, I thought, "Go ahead and do it. Anyway, I'm going to find happiness elsewhere with my dear wild man and I'm not going to pay any attention to you."

result……

"Why did you take me with you to rob a house?" Yan Chaohong asked, leaping off the rooftop. I followed her as we ran wildly through the alleyways.

The further I ran, the more desolate it became. Finally, I reached the outer city, where the bluestone ground turned into a path overgrown with weeds. This person didn't stop for a moment to take a moment to answer my question directly.

In the distance, a small carriage came into view, with bodyguards on horseback beside it. Yan Chaohong immediately raised his sword, the blade and scabbard flying out. He then spun vertically, flying up as well. The sword flew horizontally in mid-air, stunning the burly man who was the first to react and attack. And so, the battle for the Divine Weeping Blade officially began...

Actually, I don't read many martial arts novels. I'm hiding in the bushes, not daring to show my face. If I occasionally peek, I really can't tell the odds of winning or losing for either side.

Yan Chaohong was the most active among them, jumping up and down, kicking and leaping, with flashing swords. The opponents were few in number, but none of them were fools. They had all kinds of weapons, including sticks, swords, and halberds, and they attacked Yan Chaohong together.

I heard a shout, and the aggressive steps became somewhat chaotic. It turned out that the coachman had been accidentally injured by his companion, knocked unconscious, and fallen off the carriage. This startled the two large chestnut horses pulling the carriage. One horse neighed, and the other horse, terrified, broke free and ran away on its own.

So the fighting wasn't the point; the point was the Alliance Leader's treasured sword inside the carriage.

Yan Chaohong was the first to react and chase after the car, and the people around him followed suit. Yan Chaohong became ruthless. Seeing that he couldn't kill anyone with the hilt of a knife, he did a somersault in mid-air and drew his sword. The white light flashed in everyone's eyes. The next moment, he was even more ruthless, slicing off people's heads as easily as slicing off a winter melon. One person was beheaded. Seeing that they couldn't win, the group prioritized survival. They all adopted a combination of offense and defense, retreating and defending, and fled with humiliation and hardship.

After dealing with the people, Yan Chaohong casually picked up a bowling ball-sized rock and threw it at the horse. The horse was circling around in the woods, not knowing what to do, and was hit by the rock, spitting blood and dying. The carriage behind it finally stopped.

At this moment, Yan Chaohong turned around first and shouted at me, who was hiding in the bushes: "Sun Qingshan, you've never seen the world before! I've chased everyone away, why don't you come out now?!"

Helpless, I stood up from the haystack and took a few steps forward. There was still blood on the mud and grass where I was walking.

I jogged over to Yan Chaohong's side. He was dressed in assassin black, with a large black cloth covering his face, revealing only a pair of bright, sparkling eyes. Looking at him was like looking at me. I was dressed the same as him, except that my eyes were a bit brighter and my figure was a bit more curvaceous.

“I brought you out here so you would know—” He finally remembered the question I had asked him half an hour earlier and began to answer abruptly, “In the rules of this world, no one is exempt from death. When the time comes, everyone is an enemy.”

“You spoke quite philosophically today,” I replied, “but the tone was a bit odd.”

Yan Chaohong grunted through the cloth, then, feeling a sob, reached out and removed her mask, turned around, and walked toward the carriage.

I followed, not forgetting to ask, "Where is our wild man? Where did you send him this time?"

Yan Chaohong paused, but did not turn around. With her back to me, she replied, "This Divine Weeping Blade is of great importance. Even now, very few people know the secret of its appearance in the world, but we cannot be careless. Therefore, to avoid suspicion, the Nangong family dispatched four groups of people to transport the blade along different routes. That young master Nangong prides himself on being clever, and three of the groups were large-scale operations, but this one was really simple, with only a few experts guarding it."

Upon hearing this, I understood. "So, the Wild Man, Mingming, and the Divine Constable all split up to chase the other three groups? But Honghong, how do you know this car is real? What if you guessed wrong and Mingming or the Wild Man ran into the knife? Wouldn't you be crying then?!"

Yan Chaohong stood in front of the carriage, turned around and glared at me, "I knew I was right!"

"Arrogant!" I raised an eyebrow.

He suddenly thrust out his knife, which startled me. But the tip of the knife circled around my eyes, making a big, cryptic turn, before finally aiming to lift the curtain of the carriage.

The carriage curtain was lifted, and Yan Chaohong looked inside. After a while, she suddenly asked herself, "Where's the knife?"

I laughed.

I pushed him away and clung to the side of the carriage to look for myself. "Sure enough, there's no knife anymore..." I grinned, hiding my mouth behind my black mask, and smugly swayed as I laughed. I saw a thick, large red cloth in the carriage. The red cloth was supposed to cover something, but it was floating on a large puddle of water. The cloth was soaked through and its color was dark. The water had overflowed in all directions and started dripping down the side of the carriage with a "plop, plop" sound. I caught a drop in my hand; it was icy cold.

"What's going on?" I asked, glancing back at Yan Chaohong.

Yan Chaohong's face was stiff. To be honest, I had never seen his face so stiff before, and it didn't show the slightest bit of resentment from being mocked by me, his pride flaring up, or the feeling of having to put on a show.

He just stared at me with a stiff face and said, "Sun Qingshan, take that rag off your face!"

"What's going on?" I muttered, "Why is everyone talking about my grandpa..." Then, having no other choice, I had to give in since Little Red was serious.

After removing his mask, Yan Chaohong glanced at me, leaned into the carriage, grabbed a dripping red cloth, which was radiating cold air, and held it up in front of me.

"Let me teach you something more," he said. "There's a kind of deception in the underworld. First, you deceive everyone by pretending that nothing has happened. Then, you use a diversionary tactic to mislead others and create a trap. Finally, and most importantly, you switch things out without anyone noticing."

He paused, and I stared at him wide-eyed. "So?"

"So I'll tell you what happened." Yan Chaohong was still very serious as she spoke to me. "Last night at 9:45 PM, the three young masters of the Nangong family watched helplessly as the God's Cry Blade, belonging to the Alliance Leader, was covered with a red cloth and placed inside this carriage. At the same time, the wealthy Zhuang family in Chengdu was robbed, but the thief didn't steal anything except a giant block of ice from the ice cellar. After that, a craftsman on Zhijishi Street was pulled out of bed in the middle of the night and made to carve a block of ice into the shape of a blade. That ice could remain unmelted for one to two hours at dawn. Finally, before dawn, the blade covered with the red cloth in this carriage was switched. When someone came to check before setting off in the morning, the blade was still there. That person became careless and never imagined that someone had already secretly switched the blade and hidden it away. Then we hijacked the carriage, only to find the cloth and not the blade."

After Yan Chaohong finished speaking, I crossed my arms in front of my chest. Psychologically speaking, this is a posture that one unconsciously adopts to guard against others.

"So what are you trying to say?" I asked him. "So far, there are very few people who know that the treasure sword has appeared. There is only one person among us who knows the terrain of the Nangong family and can sneak in unnoticed. Moreover, you all work for that official. There is only one person whose purpose is unclear and who does not work with you."

That person is a savage.

I stopped to see Yan Chaohong's reaction.

He showed no surprise, nor did he display his usual boastfulness. He would praise himself for the smallest things, either praising himself or saying that I was a promising student.

This time, his delicate round face remained serious, and his eyes did not shy away from the question. "Do you really understand that person?" he asked, a very abrupt question.

"Stop!" I called out, adding a gesture with my hand. "You don't need to tell me who he is, but there's something I think I should tell you."