El mundo de las artes marciales es un pozo

Capítulo 65

Li You ignored her and continued walking forward: "No."

She followed him relentlessly, tilting her head to examine him with a mischievous grin: "You're clearly jealous!"

"Wrong, I have never been jealous since I was a child."

"real?"

"real."

"Just admit it, it's okay!"

"no."

"You're really not jealous?"

"without."

“No, that’s not true,” Yang Nianqing said, holding his arm with an approving look. “Actually, there’s nothing wrong with holding hands. Men shouldn’t be so petty; they should be broad-minded…”

"Oh no, I'm jealous," Li You stopped and sighed as he looked at her. "Holding hands like that, only you could do something like that. Girl, can you please stop making me angry?"

"A man should understand the three obediences and four virtues, and be able to endure humiliation."

"We'll talk about that after I get married."

Without hesitation, Yang Nianqing replied, "You can take up your post earlier."

Upon hearing this, Li You was taken aback, then suddenly smiled ambiguously: "Arriving at your post ahead of schedule?"

Shaking... That's ill intent...

Seeing that handsome face, full of "smiles," gradually lean down, Yang Nianqing couldn't help but shudder: "I didn't say anything."

……

"Madam Ye doesn't seem to be lying. Could it be that she really has no connection with the 'Bai Twin Heroes'? Perhaps it's someone else entirely. Madam Bai the Second handled Yun Biyue's funeral arrangements. So, who ended up with the Ten Thousand Poison Blood Palm manual?"

After pondering for a long time, Yang Nianqing asked doubtfully, "Could it be the woman in the painting? Since those paintings were painted by Lord Tang, she must be related to him. Every time Lord Tang looks for Lin Xing, it's very likely that he's going to see her. But why would she kill Lin Xing? I don't understand..."

Li You nodded: "As long as we find her, half the mystery will be solved."

Yang Nianqing was distressed: "But we don't even know who she is, how are we supposed to find her?"

Li You frowned.

Putting aside these important matters, Yang Nianqing tugged at him again and asked curiously, "Tell me, Sisi is so pretty and cute, why doesn't Brother Nangong like her? Is his standard really that high?"

Li You glanced at her: "Not necessarily."

"Well?"

“Perhaps…” Li You suddenly turned around and stared at her intently, saying in a serious tone, “Perhaps his judgment is just as bad as mine.”

Yang Nianqing was stunned for a moment, then realized what was happening and angrily said, "You..."

Li You immediately replied, "I didn't say anything."

Yang Nianqing gave a token snort and continued to let her imagination run wild: "Is it because he thinks she's not gentle enough? Maybe Brother Nangong prefers someone more mature, or someone career-oriented..."

She tugged at Li You's sleeve, somewhat incredulous: "He's twenty-seven years old, has he really never liked a woman?"

Li You found it amusing.

A 27-year-old who doesn't like women? Could it be that this handsome guy is sexually frigid? Or... could it be that he has a problem in some way? Sigh, he looks so handsome and has such a great presence, it's unbelievable! Ahhh, so impure!

Yang Nianqing tried hard not to entertain those impure thoughts: "Doesn't he like younger girls? A ten-year age difference isn't a problem. Besides, people here can get married in their teens..."

As she said this, she suddenly remembered something and glared at Li You: "Hey, even though you don't have a main wife, do you have a bunch of concubines or mistresses at home?"

Li You suppressed a laugh: "What does Miss Yang think?"

She said sourly, "You lecher, calling me Miss Jiang and Ling'er, who knows if you're lying to me."

"It's too late to find out now."

"Who says it's too late! There are plenty of fish in the sea, I have plenty of opportunities."

"Now that you've already had physical intimacy with me, who else would dare to want you?"

Yang Nianqing blushed and pouted.

Skin-to-skin contact is just a kiss, what's the big deal! Of course, she didn't say this out loud, because she had no idea how this person would react or act after hearing it.

Li You looked at her, his expression becoming increasingly amused.

What did he find out?

Having witnessed his intelligence, Yang Nianqing dared not let her imagination run wild any longer and quickly changed the subject: "Uh... I mean, Brother Nangong never seems to like women, I was starting to think he really..."

Before he could finish speaking—

Her expression suddenly changed, and she grabbed Li You's arm: "Let's go!"

Where to?

"Go into town."

Dusk, Little Stone Street.

Because of the murder, the area was deserted. The gate was sealed off, and the servants and maids had probably all been sent away. The courtyard was empty and desolate.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, Yang Nianqing said, "Let's go to the study."

Li You didn't ask any questions and led her to the study.

The place was a complete mess.

As if it had been robbed, the desk had been overturned, and everything was lying haphazardly. The calligraphy and paintings on the wall had been torn to the ground, still showing signs of being trampled. It seemed that Lin Xing really had no relatives, and after his death, no one would take care of his family business. Sometimes, there is no difference between soldiers and thieves.

The room still had a lingering sweet scent, but now it no longer felt comfortable; instead, it smelled of death, suffocating the senses.

As soon as she entered, Yang Nianqing went straight to the bookshelf behind the screen.

Most of the paintings and calligraphy on the shelves had been thrown to the ground, creating a chaotic scene.

"Oh no!" Yang Nianqing exclaimed anxiously, quickly squatting down to carefully examine the scrolls, muttering repeatedly, "Where is it? Where is it..."

Li You's eyes lit up: "Looking for the other two?"

“Yes,” she said without looking up, rummaging through the paper. “He Bi took one of the front-facing ones back. I remember there was another one with the side view. I hope it’s not lost. Please help me find it.”

There were many paintings, calligraphy, and books scattered on the ground, seemingly without any order. Seeing her searching aimlessly, Li You frowned slightly, looked around twice, then walked to a corner, bent down, and picked up a painting: "This should be it."

Yang Nianqing rushed over, snatched the painting, and unfolded it to examine it closely.

Half a day.

She suddenly put the painting away and smiled mysteriously: "I understand."

Li You immediately asked, "What do you know?"

"I know who she is."

"who?"

Yang Nianqing was about to speak when she suddenly frowned, puzzled: "This woman definitely doesn't know the Ten Thousand Poison Blood Palm, nor would she kill Lord Tang, much less Lin Xing. It's possible that Madam Ye and Lord Tang had a fight because of her, but... to say that Madam Ye killed Lord Tang because of this is still too far-fetched..."

Li You blinked: "You really know him?"

“Of course, I not only know her, I’ve also met her,” Yang Nianqing said proudly. “Women tend to look at handsome men and beautiful women more carefully, so I remember her more clearly than you guys.”

Who is it?

Yang Nianqing was about to answer, but then she suddenly remembered his curious nature. This person used to bully her all the time, and now that he's in her hands, she might as well give him a piece of her mind!

So she deliberately kept everyone in suspense: "Of course I know this person, but who is it...? Don't you want to know?"

Li You smiled wryly: "I want to, I really want to, but Miss Yang will never tell."

Seeing his dejected expression, Yang Nianqing was overjoyed: "Good to know. Let's go. I guarantee she's definitely not the one who killed Lin Xing, and she's probably not the murderer either. I'll tell you more when we get back."

It was quite late when they returned to Tangjiabao. Yang Nianqing was about to tell them about the painting, but He Bi and the others were already asleep. After learning the secret of the painting, Yang Nianqing began to have many doubts about her previous speculations, feeling that something was amiss. So she decided to put it off until tomorrow.

To everyone's surprise, He Bi and the others had all disappeared by early the next morning, leaving only Qiu Bailu. Since he was not going to get any help from Qiu Bailu, Yang Nianqing only strolled around the garden twice before returning to her room.

Is Miss Yang here?

Just as she sat down, she heard this respectful question from outside the door. Yang Nianqing was a little confused. She went out to see what was going on and found that it was Wang Wu, the clever-looking servant.

She asked curiously, "Uh, is something wrong?"

Wang Wu's round face was full of smiles: "I am here on your orders, young master, to invite Miss Yang."

Tang Keyou?

Yang Nianqing was taken aback for a moment, then asked, "Where is your young master?"

"The young master said that the young lady will know once she goes there."

Just like when they first met on the street, Tang Keyou sat alone in the carriage, leaning against the door, idly cracking the whip with one hand, a lazy smile on her lips, still looking nonchalant.

Before Yang Nianqing even got close, he turned around and said, "You've finally arrived."

The sadness in his dark eyes had faded considerably, and Yang Nianqing was secretly happy for him. Before she could say anything, she climbed onto the carriage, but unexpectedly, a hand reached out and lifted her onto the carriage.

"Go in and sit down."

Where to?

Tang Keyou raised an eyebrow: "Aren't you always complaining about being bored? Let me take you out for a walk."

Yang Nianqing asked curiously, "How did you know I wanted to go for a walk?"

Before he could answer, she suddenly realized, "You heard it from Sisi, right? Thank you!"

These past few days have been really hectic, so going out for a stroll is a good idea.

She scrutinized Tang Keyou carefully, then suddenly grinned mischievously: "Young Master Tang, dressed like this, I thought you were going to go to that brothel again. I was just about to call Sisi to come and catch you."

Tang Keyou was taken aback, then both amused and annoyed: "What does this little girl know!"

"What?" Yang Nianqing punched him on the shoulder and pointed at her own nose. "Who are you calling a little girl? You brat!"

"Sit still!"

The carriage took a quiet path and sped off. Tang Keyou's voice, which was originally loud, was now muffled by the cold wind blowing against her face, becoming very soft.

Yang Nianqing gripped the car door tightly and shouted, "Be careful!"