Bâtir une dynastie de chansons harmonieuse

Chapitre 44

Li You smiled wryly: "Are you even a woman?"

What do you think?

"She said these things without even blushing; she has absolutely no womanly qualities."

"Why should I blush? Only men are allowed to look at beautiful women, but women aren't allowed to look at handsome men?" Yang Nianqing thought it was perfectly reasonable. "Besides, don't you think he is really handsome? It's normal for everyone to like him."

Everyone was stunned.

Half a day.

Li You coughed and looked at him strangely: "People...people love?"

Did they forget that in ancient times, the word "love" couldn't be used casually to describe any man? These men probably all misunderstood, and Yang Nianqing was filled with regret.

She suppressed her embarrassment and tapped the table with her chopsticks: "I said, you guys, don't get the wrong idea. I just... cough, I think he's really different, quite likable..."

Li You interrupted her: "You like it?"

"Stop overthinking!" Yang Nianqing finally couldn't help but raise her chopsticks and hit him on the head. "I'm just vain, that's all! Do you understand? Not a lover!"

With a "smack," for some reason, Li You couldn't dodge and was hit hard by her chopsticks.

After a long while, he finally realized what was happening, rubbing his forehead and forcing a wry smile.

She actually managed to beat him up? Yang Nianqing was extremely surprised. Back then, when they fought, she couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes. Could it be that after hanging out with these martial arts people for so long, her "martial arts" had improved?

Nangong Xue looked at Li You, quite surprised.

He Bi stared at him for a while, then suddenly said, "I didn't expect you to be so lazy that all you do is get beaten up."

Li You blinked, about to speak, when he heard someone at the next table sigh, "Master Tang has only been gone a few months, how did Young Master Tang end up like this!"

Lord Tang? Young Master Tang?

Everyone was stunned.

The waiter serving the food spoke up with a pained expression: "He seemed alright on the surface, but it turns out he's so unfilial. The owner of Tangbao is a good man, how could he have given birth to such an unfilial son? I wonder what sins his ancestors committed!"

"He spends all his time in brothels and is a good-for-nothing. Doesn't Madam Ye discipline him?"

"Madam Ye is so virtuous and speaks so softly, how can she be controlled?"

"A doting mother often spoils her son!"

"..."

Upon hearing this, Yang Nianqing, being a modern person, had no impression of ancient etiquette and customs. She was simply surprised to learn that he was actually the son of Tang Jingfeng and Madam Ye!

The other three, however, all had strange expressions.

Has anyone ever seen anything like this? The father has only been dead for a few months, and the son is already running off to brothels to pick up beautiful women.

After a while.

Nangong Xue frowned: "Lord Tang and Madam Ye only have this one son. I've heard that although he's young, he's quite famous. How could he act so absurdly?"

Li You suppressed a laugh: "They say 'like father, like son,' but it seems that's not true. Perhaps it's because Lord Tang was too infatuated that Heaven took pity on him and gave birth to such a charming young master."

Yang Nianqing immediately said, "Then your father must be much more devoted than Lord Tang."

Li You raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

He Bi looked at him and actually sighed: "To be honest, I don't understand how your old man could have given birth to such a playboy like you."

Li You stared wide-eyed.

Nangong Xue smiled and shook her head: "Master Tang is indeed a devoted lover. Madam Ye is fortunate to have such a man. However, given Tang Gongzi's behavior, even though Madam Ye is virtuous, she really shouldn't have indulged him too much."

There was no sign of Young Master Tang downstairs across the street; he must have gone inside.

silence.

Li You slowly said, "I'm afraid it's not simple."

Night, at the inn.

So much has happened in just one or two months. This ancient martial arts world is truly terrifying; people die at the drop of a hat. Yang Nianqing constantly worries about whether she will lose her life. However, the question of whether she will fall back down after being thrown into the air has not yet been resolved, making her hope of returning to the modern world extremely slim…

Don't women who travel through time to ancient times usually have a large group of people taking care of them?

She was extremely depressed.

The man who was supposed to "take care" of her was, unfortunately, a playboy, a lecher, and a lazybones. He even made her do his laundry for a hundred years. Fortunately, he wasn't in a hurry to make her pay off her gambling debts...

Gambling is indeed very harmful; no wonder the government has banned it.

Suddenly I felt a little thirsty.

She walked to the window, picked up the teapot, poured herself a cup of tea, and drank it all in one gulp.

Actually, Li You didn't really want her to do the laundry; he was mostly teasing her. Yang Nianqing understood this, but just seeing his appearance made her inexplicably angry. To be honest, he wasn't ugly at all; in fact, he was incredibly handsome. She didn't know why, but just looking at him made her uncomfortable.

Recalling how he "seduced" beautiful women during the day, Madam Leng actually said that being with such a lazy and lecherous playboy was a blessing!

Yang Nianqing muttered, "Take care of him? Pshaw, being tossed around like a hidden weapon is too terrifying. He'll develop a heart condition sooner or later. I just hope he doesn't bully me anymore..."

"Not good." A magnetic voice said.

Volume Three: Questioning Love - "The Lonely Wutong Tree"

Hearing the voice, Yang Nianqing was startled and then realized that someone was sitting on the chair next to her. The person was dressed in white, and had long, bright eyes that looked like stars.

“Actually, I didn’t originally intend to use you as a hidden weapon,” he sighed. “You’re really heavy, and it would be very troublesome to use you.”

Too heavy?

Yang Nianqing suppressed her anger: "Why do you always come and go without knocking? Aren't you supposed to be very particular about the separation of men and women here?"

Li You murmured, "I forgot that you are a woman."

You deserve a beating!

Yang Nianqing sneered, secretly clenching her fist: "How am I not like a woman?"

“Yes, very much so,” Li You said, suppressing a laugh as he looked at her fist with a serious expression. “Who said you don’t look like a woman? At least, you look much more like one than I do…”

Before he could finish speaking, a fist had already been thrown.

Of course, Yang Nianqing didn't have high hopes for this punch. She had seen his skills before, and if they really fought, it would be a problem whether she could even touch the hem of his clothes.

To everyone's surprise, Li You didn't dodge!

"You..." Yang Nianqing was extremely surprised and felt a little guilty. Actually, apart from his nasty tongue, this person was quite nice to her.

Judging from the way he's frowning, it must be in a lot of pain.

She guiltily looked away: "Serves you right, who told you to always bully me."

Li You rubbed his chest, smiling bitterly and remaining silent.

The two of them fell into a rare silence.

Something's not right here... It's kind of like those two words, what's it called again?

Yang Nianqing finally couldn't help but steal a glance at him, only to find that he was also looking at her.

In the night, long eyelashes cast soft shadows, but her slender eyes remained as bright as stars, making her radiant smile even more captivating. Good heavens, wasn't this alluring appearance seducing? Even if unintentionally…

The allure of beauty...

Yang Nianqing struggled to shift her gaze to the roof, and coughed to cover it up: "Whether I'm a woman or not isn't up to you to decide. At least, that handsome guy won't treat me like a man."

A moment of silence.

Li You murmured, "He can still laugh even when he's being teased."

Yang Nianqing said smugly, "Of course, it just means I'm charming."

Upon hearing this, Li You frowned and stared at her intently for a long time before finally sighing, "Miss Yang, are you sure he was smiling at you?"

Yang Nianqing sighed in emulation, "I wouldn't dare, he was smiling at you guys, all grown men..."

Li You remained silent.

I'll make you so narcissistic!

Yang Nianqing was practically bursting with laughter inside, but she maintained a serious expression and said, "Well, maybe he's also attracted to men, and suddenly seeing three handsome guys across from him, especially..."

She deliberately patted his shoulder: "Especially someone as charming and beautiful as you, it's easy for you to be mistaken for..."

Who knew this shot would be taken so far—

"Ouch!"

Li You remained calm and listened to her rambling with a smile.

It was actually herself who was calling out!

A sharp pain shot through her abdomen, and within moments, her face turned as white as paper, and she swayed as if about to collapse.

Li You frowned and quickly grabbed her wrist.

The excruciating pain surged like a tidal wave, spreading rapidly. Yang Nianqing was practically lying on top of him, tightly gripping his hand: "It hurts..."

However, she only uttered one word before falling silent and unconscious. Li You acted swiftly, striking several acupoints on her body before lifting her horizontally and laying her flat on the bed.

His face was also a little pale.

With a flick of her long eyelashes and a slightly sharp gaze, she quickly scanned the room before settling her eyes on the table by the window.

teapot.

It was an ordinary white porcelain teapot, the kind commonly used in inns. However, on its smooth surface, several small but clearly defined characters had been inscribed at some point:

have a finger in the pie.

The candlelight flickered, and the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

In the candlelight, three long, strong fingers rested lightly on that pale wrist. The person on the bed seemed to be asleep, but her face was terribly pale, her lips were bluish, and she had completely lost her usual liveliness.

Nangong Xue's brows were furrowed.

He Bi, however, examined the teapot closely, his expression grim. Yang Nianqing, thirsty at the time, was only focused on drinking her tea and hadn't noticed that her teapot had been tampered with.

"Mind your own business"—is this another warning from the murderer?