Mother, she will never, ever touch a drop of alcohol again in her life, not even the word "alcohol"!! This is terrifying, she was actually under the cult leader's bed—if she were on the bed, she would have gone mad!?
Anyway, neither Heaven, Earth, nor the cult leader knows—let's run!
As for what happened that night, let's just leave it as a mystery for now. She'll act as if it never happened and doesn't want to know at all.
However, regarding this incident, a "busybody" later heard a small, unofficial version circulating from the cult leader's hidden guards—it's said that one night, Ning Xian stormed in, barging in without asking any of the guards' permission. Since everyone knew each other, the guards didn't forcefully stop her, but just watched in astonishment from the shadows as she tried to climb onto the cult leader's bed, only to be kicked off by the rather unseemly sleeping cult leader. She climbed again, was kicked again, climbed again, was kicked again… until suddenly she collapsed to the ground and fell asleep, never to wake up again. A guard tried to come in and get her out, but she just shrank back, shrank and rolled around, and then… and then… and then…? Then Long Jue and the others arrived.
As for why the guards didn't mention Ning Xian's presence, Long Jue didn't ask, so why would they? This "busybody" later concluded that the sect leader's "guards" were basically just like the sect leader—full of malice, and they knew what master and servant they were.
Of course, even if that troublemaker knew the truth about that night, he wouldn't let it go so easily; he would always stir up some trouble.
Life is like this: the less trouble you have, the more trouble you have. What's the point of a bland and tasteless life?
Chapter 96 The Wife Climbs into Bed 5 (The Wife Climbs the Wall) by Lian Zhi Qingting Chapter 96 The Wife Climbs into Bed 5
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Although Zhanzhou has a warm climate, as autumn approaches, there is still a slight chill in the air.
Ning Xian tightened his outer robe, sat on the stone bench, and looked down at the fallen leaves at his feet, occasionally stealing glances at Feng sitting across the stone table.
Feng raised her hand and tapped her on the forehead. She immediately lowered her head obediently, wanting to complain but not daring to. She could only silently endure the tap on the head. —Endure, endure… Was she the kind of person who could endure? Her restless head secretly lifted again, and Feng tapped her again. It wasn't very hard, but it hurt more than before. She covered her forehead and grumbled to herself. Even if she was still in her "reflection" period, did she have to do it in front of others? — Garuda, who was sitting to the side changing Feng's dressing and checking her wound, suppressed a laugh. She didn't know where to look, so she could only stare intently at Feng's wrist.
"I was thinking of having your godfather take a look, but it seems to be healing quite well. I'll take my leave now and come back another day." "Thank you for your trouble," Feng replied casually. Ning Xian looked up in surprise—goodness, even the arrogant Lord Feng is saying thank you now? Oops!
He immediately received another blow to the forehead and covered his head, bowing his head.
She could only give Garuda a wry smile—"Then I won't see you off. I don't think you'll blame me, okay?"
Garuda suppressed a laugh, nodded to her, and politely took his leave.
No one knows when this pair of enemies were forced to accept by the Netherworld and the Blissful Heaven. Feng swaggered into Ning Xian's courtyard. As for whether they lived in the same room, that was their business. Who would dare to go in and investigate under the watchful eye of Feng, the human butcher?
Feng moved in and out of the Netherworld as if no one else was there. Naturally, ordinary people didn't dare to speak. As for those who did dare to speak, such as Kinnara, they could only groan and step aside after being defeated by Feng with one hand.
Surprisingly, no one in the sect knew beforehand that Feng could wield a sword with his left hand. Ning Xian, however, learned this from the sect leader, who was in hibernation again. In fact, it wasn't entirely unknown; at least three people in the sect knew—the sect leader, Mu Yuan, and the head of the Blissful Heaven. Moreover, the inside information she received was that Feng used to primarily use his left hand to wield a sword, rarely using his right, because his left hand was more ruthless and difficult to control, making him practically a "god of death." It was only under the sect leader's "earnest persuasion" that he switched to using his right hand to control his strength.
Ning Xian's understanding of this was that, from another perspective, the human flesh-slaughtering knife that had been sheathed now had its right hand crippled, so wouldn't it be out of control again...?
This inside story was leaked at some point, and because everyone in the sect was intimidated by Feng's usual authority and the lingering fear of the "human flesh butcher's knife" from the past, no one dared to voice even the slightest objection to Feng's comings and goings in the Netherworld.
So, to comfort their fragile and easily hurt hearts, the people of the Netherworld simply changed the story of "Phoenix infiltrating the Netherworld and swaggering in and out of it" to "Phoenix marrying into the Netherworld and becoming its son-in-law." Thus, in these two versions, it appears that the Netherworld and the Blissful Heaven once again engaged in a small-scale, unspoken internal struggle...
Of course, no one dared to let Feng hear any of this, so Ning Xian, who had to stay by Feng's side to "reflect," was naturally unrelated to all of this.
Her life was so quiet and peaceful, it all turned into a lazy ball in the autumn sunshine, spending her days idly tending to her succulents.
After the "drunken shrimp incident," not only the word "alcohol" but also the word "shrimp" disappeared from her life. To completely prevent a recurrence, she was even forbidden to eat fish seasoned with rice wine. The only thing she could do each day was to stay by Feng's side, minimize going out, report her whereabouts, and never disappear!
In Feng's hands were three lists drawn up by Long Jue—a list of people she could target when she went out, a list of people she could visit, and a blacklist of people she could not visit.
How could she, who was used to a free and unrestrained life, possibly endure such a lifestyle? Yet, feeling guilty, she had no choice but to obediently comply after making a mistake.
"Xianxian, are you really willing to be kept like this?"
A leisurely, laughing voice suddenly came from the tree branch above. Ning Xian didn't bother to lift his head, only glancing sideways at the white-clad figure in the tree before gracefully descending with a few falling leaves.
Visiting the first person on the blacklist—Mu Huahua.
Still dressed in white, her allure undiminished, the blood-stained teeth marks on her collarbone still clearly visible against her fair skin—so you just expose your neck, collarbone, and chest every day? In this cold weather, with such a wide collar, aren't you cold?
"Hua Hua... Feng is just going inside to get something, she'll be out soon, you'd better leave quickly."
"If even I'm afraid, how can I be the Second Master? Xianxian, don't you miss me even a little bit? We are, after all..."
"Stop." Ning Xian waved her hand lazily. "I was confused back then and you fooled me with your nonsense. What do we have? If we had something, wouldn't I know? Even if we don't have anything, I'll make something up for you so I won't fall for it again." Ning Xian turned her head away, ignoring her. Mu Yuan smiled and turned her head back. "So heartless? Then let's start making something up now, it's not too late..."
Ning Xian's gaze passed over him and went straight to Feng behind him. Feng walked over with a cold face, reached out, and grabbed Mu Yuan's face, turning it towards herself just as Mu Yuan had turned Ning Xian—"It seems the lesson I gave you was clearly not enough, Mu Huahua!"
*Pfft—* Ning Xian nearly choked on his own saliva—Feng, Feng called him—"Mu Huahua," it was really... comical… "What can you do to me, Feng? Don't think I'm still someone you can bully just because I can't see, huh?" "Just because you can see doesn't mean you can beat me."
The two attacked almost simultaneously. Feng's moves were aggressive, each strike aimed directly at the enemy, while Mu Yuan's movements were like a feather in the air, moving with the wind and retreating with the flow, making her difficult to grasp. Ning Xian watched coldly, truly unable to discern the difference in skill between the two. She gave a light snort and shouted to Feng, "Feng, dodge!"
Feng instinctively dodged, and Ning Xian suddenly shot out several silver needles, piercing Mu Yuan's body and sealing her acupoints. Mu Huahua immediately collapsed like a wooden doll.
Ning Xian clapped his hands and scoffed – with such poor eyesight, he could see Feng's attack, but he absolutely couldn't see the tiny silver needles. How dare he come out and cause trouble?
He turned around and left.
Feng glanced coldly at Mu Yuan, but seemed to be in a good mood. She turned around and followed her inside, leaving Mu Yuan alone lying on the ground. The autumn wind blew in, whistling into her collar, instantly raising goosebumps.
"Hey! You two wait a minute! It's freezing in here!"
"I'll remember to ask Garuda to get you some medicine for a cold." Ning Xian's voice came from afar inside the house, and then no one paid any more attention.
As the autumn wind blew and leaves danced in the air, the Netherworld returned to a peaceful and tranquil life once again. A minor imperfection was of course not enough to disturb this serenity.
Nestled in Feng's arms, she drifted off to sleep. When she awoke from her sweet afternoon nap, the first thing she saw was the garden full of fallen leaves outside the window. "Shouldn't we go and dig out the wooden kite?" she asked, too lazy to even open her eyes, squinting as she snuggled closer to Feng. "Never mind him, we'll talk about it after dinner."
What are we having for dinner?
"As long as it's not shrimp..."
"Drunken chicken? Drunken duck?"
Should I bury you among the leaves outside too?
"--Okay, I'll eat vegetarian noodles."
"Alright, you never eat vegetarian food."
"How about two bowls of noodles with braised pork?"
"Add another plate of pickled cucumbers."
"The typical menu from when you were at the uncle's place?"
"Yeah—would you like to go back and eat authentic braised pork noodles and pickled cucumbers?"
"You want to go back to see Uncle?"
"No, I mean, shouldn't we elope?"
"..." Ning Xian opened her eyes and turned to look at him, "Your hand is all right now?"
"What about your internal injuries?"
"..."
"..."
"when?"
"tonight?"
"Don't you need to say hello to anyone?"
"—I thought we were eloping?"
"...Yes, it was indeed an elopement."
They looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly laughed—elopement, sounds good, doesn't it? Much better than being cooped up in this courtyard, doing whatever comes to mind, isn't that what makes things interesting?
So... should the next chapter be called "The Story of My Wife's Elopement"?
This is a good idea?
Chapter 97 The Wife Climbs into Bed 5 《The Wife Climbs the Wall》 Lian Zhi Qingting ˇ Chapter 97 The Wife Climbs into Bed 5ˇ .
Although they were used to only carrying banknotes when they went out, they still packed a simple bag to make it look like they were eloping. The two of them jumped onto the wall, and Ning Xian looked back at his small courtyard and hesitated, "Shouldn't we dig Mu Yuan out first?" "Don't worry about him. When the people cleaning the courtyard come and find him, they will naturally help him out."
Hmm... Since Fengdu said so... let's hope Muyuan doesn't catch a cold.
"But Feng, we can just go through the main gate. Why do we have to climb over walls and roof tiles?"
"If you encounter strangers along the way and they keep asking you questions, won't you get annoyed?"
"...Probably?"
"Then let's go." With that, Feng leaped onto the bushes outside and then jumped onto the roof of the neighboring yard, making almost no sound.
Ning Xian wondered how well her internal energy had recovered, hoping she hadn't accidentally knocked over someone's roof. She followed the path Feng had taken, and when she landed on the roof, she almost knocked off a tile. Feng pulled her back, and the two continued their elopement.
Meanwhile, Mu Yuan had been freezing in the cold wind all afternoon. That wretched Ning Xian had actually inserted silver needles into his acupoints, making them impossible to open. He endured it until the servants came to sweep the courtyard. The broom swept across his face, damnably smearing his handsome features. Once freed from the pile of fallen leaves and the silver needles, Mu Yuan, ignoring his still-unhealthy state, jumped up and, with his broom-smeared face, ordered, "Immediately send men to intercept Ning Xian and Feng! Use everyone you can to bring them back!" Whether it was good luck for some or bad luck for others, most people were present today. So, at the Left Envoy's command, although the specifics were unclear, almost everyone was mobilized for a massive search within a ten-mile radius of the Netherworld Sect; not even a bird could escape.
"—They really are annoying."
"Should I have given them a heads-up first?"
"That would be even more annoying."
"—It seems so."
However, it's clear they can't get out now. Feng surveyed the situation, "Let's find a place to observe first, and we'll go out when the guard is down."
"It looks like they're doing a thorough search—but I know a pretty good place."
The large-scale search continued into the middle of the night. When Long Jue came to find Mu Yuan, his gaze lingered for a moment when he saw Mu Yuan's face, but he then acted as if he hadn't seen anything.
"You ordered the search and arrest of Ning Xian and Feng?"
"right."
What did they do?