El mundo de las artes marciales es un pozo

Capítulo 49

This is bad!

Yang Nianqing hurriedly looked down to examine the situation: "What are you looking at?"

His long eyelashes fluttered, and his handsome face held its usual amused expression. After she had calmed down, he murmured, "Finally, you're acting a bit like a woman. I never thought you could speak so softly."

Even at a time like this, you still have to play tricks on people!

Before Yang Nianqing could get angry, he flicked his finger, and a beautiful parabola lit up again, landing in the little beggar's hand in an instant.

Even though it was far away, Yang Nianqing could still see clearly that it was a silver ingot!

A huge sum of money!

She was furious and immediately jumped up, grabbing his sleeve: "You're so stingy with your friends, and he's not even your wife, how can you be so generous?"

"Because you're not a beggar."

"..."

Mr. Chrysanthemum, the number one divine doctor is indeed not a charlatan. In just a short while, the little beggar had regained his freedom to run and walked away with a joyful expression.

The woman in red stood there, stunned, unsure whether she was amazed by the superb medical skills or ashamed of her own behavior.

Qiu Bailu turned to look at her and said calmly, "If a person thinks that other people's lives don't count as lives, then he is wrong, and his life doesn't deserve to be called a life either."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Watching that elegant figure gradually walk away and finally disappear into the street, Yang Nianqing felt both admiration and doubt—just what kind of "god" was he?

He loves chrysanthemums, so everyone calls him Mr. Chrysanthemum.

He often said, "If a person doesn't even cherish the life of a plant, why bother saving his life?"

He is neither polite nor enthusiastic towards his friends. Although he can do many things for his friends, he would never risk his life to save them in a crisis.

He was the foremost physician; those who couldn't afford his consultations had to plant twenty chrysanthemums for him. Later, the chrysanthemums covered the mountain valley, which he transformed into the ever-changing Nanshan Formation. However, when Prefect Wu of Jinling fell ill, he needed a pot of the finest chrysanthemum, "Spring Wave Green," to persuade him to come. Even when he did go, it was only to remove that pot of chrysanthemums from the filthy world of officialdom.

Now, he has saved a little beggar.

The woman in red stared blankly at the street, her pretty face flushing red and then turning pale. She was still quite young, and upon hearing these rebuking words, she seemed about to cry.

She's not a bad person, just a bit willful. A little discipline would be enough; it's not good for a bunch of grown men to bully a girl. Yang Nianqing sighed inwardly, wanting to go over and comfort her.

Nangong Xue had already spoken.

“Miss, there’s no need to be angry with Brother Qiu,” he smiled slightly, his tone gentle and appropriate. “We also know that you are not such a vicious and cruel person.”

His smile remained as gentle and kind as ever, without the slightest hint of malice.

These words struck a chord with the woman in red, who was also upset about this. What girl would want others to call her fierce and vicious? Upon hearing this, the expression on her pretty face improved considerably, and gratitude returned to her previously tearful eyes.

"However, young lady, you should think twice before acting in the future." The voice became even gentler.

moment.

She lowered her head and said softly, "Actually, I didn't mean to hit him, but..."

At this point, she looked up and glared fiercely at Li You, then stopped talking.

Seeing this, Yang Nianqing secretly found it amusing—it seemed that this young lady had been angered by Li You and had acted so outrageously and unreasonably out of spite.

Li You looked at her and smiled, "People get angry a lot in their lives. If you get angry and then hit people, wouldn't the people around you be very unlucky?"

The woman in red was finally dissatisfied with him. She snorted defiantly, pouted, and turned her face away, which amused everyone.

Nangong Xue shook her head and smiled, "Brother Li just likes to joke, please don't take it to heart."

silence.

Faced with that kind and touching smile, the woman in red finally smiled back, her smile as beautiful as peach blossoms in March, beneath her arched eyebrows.

She looked at Nangong Xue and said, "I understand. I won't hit anyone again. Thank you. My name is Tang Kesi. What's your name?"

Nangong Xue was stunned.

So her name is Tang Kesi, she seems to be Tang Keyou's biological younger sister. A girl who casually tells a man her name and then asks him his name, it's quite the free-spirited and lively spirit of a chivalrous woman.

Nangong Xue snapped out of her daze and took a step back: "I am Nangong Xue."

The title of "First Young Master" was well-deserved. Hearing it, Tang Kesi immediately grabbed his hand and exclaimed in surprise, "You're really Nangong Xue? The First Young Master?"

Nangong Xue smiled appropriately and withdrew her hand without making a sound.

Tang Kesi was overjoyed: "That's wonderful! I've heard my father say that you are the kindest person in the world and that your paintings are the best. I never thought I'd actually meet you today!"

Nangong Xue smiled but remained silent.

draw?

Yang Nianqing felt depressed because she remembered the cartoon rabbit he had given her, the one of inestimable value.

Upon learning that these people were guests of her home, Tang Kesi was even happier. She immediately took the reins and prepared to go home with them. Being quite young, she quickly forgot her earlier unpleasantness.

Looking at the white-robed young man walking beside her with his hands behind his back, she asked curiously, "And who are you?"

Li You blinked and said in a serious tone, "My name is Li Yang."

Yang Nianqing almost choked on her saliva.

Li...Yang?

Nangong Xue was also taken aback, then shook her head with amusement.

“So it’s Brother Li,” Tang Kesi smiled, then looked at Yang Nianqing, “And this sister is…”

"Hehe, my name is..."

"Her name is Yang Li."

Seriously?! He even changed my name? Yang...Li?

Yang Nianqing finally choked on her saliva and started coughing.

Li You narrowed his long, slender eyes and coughed in response.

“Li Yang, Yang Li… I didn’t know your names were so interesting,” Tang Kesi looked at them, extremely puzzled. “Why did you choose such interesting names? Sister, is your name really Yang Li?”

interesting?

Yang Nianqing stopped coughing and pointed at Li You's nose: "I..."

"You mean the gambling debt from last time?" A magnetic voice gently cut her off. "I'm not in a hurry, but if you're ready, it's fine to pay it off sooner."

Doing laundry is nothing in itself, but you can always avoid debts, right?

Three seconds is enough to complete a difficult facial expression change.

The anger on his face vanished, replaced by a radiant smile, like flowers in March, or like the sun breaking through the dark clouds.

Seeing Tang Kesi's surprised look after watching the face-changing performance, she smiled and said, "Yes, my name is Yang Li."

It seems quite a few people like Li You, more than I do. It's unfair, so I've decided to torment him one last time.

Volume Three: Questioning Love, Yet Unaware of Romantic Feelings

Room.

He Bi frowned: "Lin Xing?"

Nangong Xue nodded: "He is indeed Tang Baozhu's sworn brother, and it is said that he has a very close relationship with Tang Baozhu."

Li You said, "This is indeed strange. Since he is Young Master Tang's uncle, why would Young Master Tang make things difficult for him?"

Yang Nianqing said, "Perhaps Tang Keyou suspects he is the murderer of her father?"

“The hatred for one’s father is irreconcilable,” Li You glanced at her and sighed. “If Young Master Tang is a smart man, he should investigate secretly; if he is unfortunate like you… cough cough… he should go and fight him to the death, why would he just make things difficult for him?”

This guy is incompatible with me; he's always saying things with a barb!

Fortunately, Yang Nianqing was used to being bullied and only glared at him: "It's also possible that he was jealous of some woman. They met at the entrance of a brothel."

Li You was speechless, while Nangong Xue couldn't help but laugh.

He Bi's eyes flashed, and he said coldly, "In that case, we should go and pay him a visit."

“That’s good. Perhaps we can get some clues from him,” Nangong Xue pondered for a moment and nodded. “According to Wang Wu the other day, he lives on Little Stone Street in the city.”

The flowering season has passed, but the withered petals remain.

Her slender fingers gently patted the newly planted soil at the base of the flower, and she gradually straightened up. A yellow silk scarf swayed in the breeze, and in a moment, her hands were clean again.

His earth-yellow clothes were as neat as ever, neither ostentatious nor dull. At dusk, standing in the flowerbed, he looked like a chrysanthemum that stood proudly against the frost.

"Next year will be better." The murmured voice seemed to be directed at the flowers, or perhaps at a soliloquy.

This feels so familiar... Where have I seen it before?

Yang Nianqing was stunned for a long time before quickly walking over: "Brother Chrysanthemum, Brother Qiu!"

Qiu Bailu was not surprised to see her arrive.

Yang Nianqing was quite familiar with his personality, so she didn't mind too much. She looked down at the flower branches and frowned, "It's a pity that the chrysanthemums have all bloomed."

As she spoke, she squatted down and used her hands to pluck the remaining withered petals from the branches.

Above, a soft voice said: "Chrysanthemums are the noble ones among flowers. Even after they have withered, they remain on the branches, unlike other flowers that bloom and then fall to the ground, causing trouble."

“Uh…right.” How could one say something that would please such a self-absorbed person? Yang Nianqing thought for a moment, then her eyes lit up and she uttered two lines of poetry: “I would rather die embracing fragrance on the branch than be blown away by the north wind.”

This is a poem about chrysanthemums. Unfortunately, she was not well-read and had limited knowledge of poetry. She only remembered these two lines, but that was enough. The noble and tragic sentiments should have suited his taste perfectly.

Qiu Bailu was taken aback, but gradually a smile appeared on her face: "Good, chrysanthemums should also have this integrity."

Her faint smile was like that of a chrysanthemum.

Seeing that he was happy, Yang Nianqing felt relieved: "But in the end, it will still fall to the ground. All flowers are the same as people, only their status and pursuits are different. In fact, they are all the same and should respect each other."

After she finished speaking, she secretly glanced at him.

These were words meant to flatter him, and Qiu Bailu indeed showed a hint of appreciation: "I've never heard that poem before. Compared to 'I'd rather grow old on a fragrant branch than dance with the yellow leaves in the autumn wind,' it lacks some of the feminine charm but has more backbone. Did you write it?"

Yang Nianqing wasn't really that thick-skinned: "...No."

He nodded: "You could never write a poem like this."

Yang Nianqing was speechless.