Une jeunesse errante

Chapitre 202

Qingjian Yue was moved to tears. "Master Kang, you're the best! How's Little Fairy? I often dream about her." She lied without batting an eye. "You won't take this opportunity to torment me, will you?"

"Thank you for your greetings, Young Master Jianyue. My wife is doing well, and she often mentions you. Rest assured, you are our honored guest. Alright, I need to take this clumsy dragon back and give it a good talking to, otherwise, it won't come to its senses." Kang Boying picked up the clumsy dragon, which was still stretching and kicking, and left.

Kiyomi Tsuki let out a long breath. What bad luck! She'd angered a fire-breathing dragon the moment she opened her eyes. Luckily, she'd run into the kind-hearted Master Kang.

Getting out of bed, Kiyomi Tsuki pushed open the window and looked out. Outside, a small bridge spanned a flowing stream, willows swayed gently, and flowers bloomed in vibrant colors—a truly delightful scene. How familiar it felt, like a spring breeze caressing her face. Suddenly, Kiyomi Tsuki's eyes welled up with tears.

Where am I? Where am I?

"Young Master Jianyue, hot water is ready. Please allow me to assist you with your bath and changing."

Diwei's voice came from behind. As soon as the word "bathing" entered his ears, Kiyomi Tsuki seemed to be pricked by a thorn and suddenly jumped back.

"Ha, thank you for your kindness, brother. There's no need for a bath."

“No, the master instructed me to serve you in bathing and changing your clothes, so I must serve you in bathing and changing your clothes.”

"Really, there's no need. I can take a bath by myself; I've always been self-reliant."

Regardless of what he called him, Diwei grabbed him without saying a word, hoisted him onto his shoulder, and walked away.

"What are you doing? Put me down! Put me down!"

Kiyoshi was terrified. In the blink of an eye, the man carried him into the bathroom. Kiyoshi panicked and tried to break free, but Diwei suddenly threw him over his shoulder into the steaming hot tub. In his panic, Kiyoshi swallowed a couple of mouthfuls of water, and when he resurfaced, he saw Diwei taking off his clothes.

Why are you taking off your clothes?

“Young Master Jianyue, I am here to assist you with your bath.” Di Wei said meticulously.

Kiyomi Tsuki almost burst into tears, thinking to himself: What kind of people did that bastard Ryuuhou no Naka de send? After thinking for a moment, he swam to the edge of the pool, waved, and called out, "Hey, hey, come here for a second, I want to..."

Diwei lowered his head and looked at him, saying in a measured tone, "Young Master Jianyue, what do you need?"

I want to punch you.

Kiyotsuki punched him in the face, and Diwei's body leaped into the air like a sack. Just as he jumped into the air, Kiyotsuki also leaped out of the pool. The moment he landed, Kiyotsuki stepped on his back, twisted his arm and bent it behind his back, grabbed his belt and tied it up tightly. In a short while, he tied Diwei's hands and feet up like a crab. Then, he grabbed Diwei's boot and stuffed it into his mouth, and covered his head and face with his shirt.

Clapping her hands, Kiyomi Tsuki felt much better.

Stripping off her soaking wet clothes, Qing Jianyue jumped into the pool and took a refreshing hot bath. Afterward, she picked up the clothes prepared for him and looked at them, thinking: "What gorgeous clothes! They're almost as good as the ones Qingcheng gave me. What on earth is Long Fengming up to? Sending an idiot to serve me." Never mind him, I'll put them on first. Being naked like this, if someone sees me, I'll look utterly pathetic.

After getting dressed and emerging from the bathroom, Kiyomi Tsuki loosened her wet hair and vigorously dried it with a towel. Just then, she heard voices outside, followed by the door opening and three people entering. Kiyomi Tsuki stopped drying her hair and looked over curiously.

The two men in front were burly and carried food boxes; they were dressed as samurai and looked like guards. Behind them, the man whom Anxiang was gazing at was refined and handsome, with phoenix eyes that held a commanding presence, yet his smile was as innocent as a child's. He radiated a bright light, like the moon in the sky. Qingjian Yue stared, her eyes wide, her heart pounding wildly.

What a clean-cut man! I like him, I like him so much.

"Jian Yue, don't you recognize me?"

"Ha, I know you. You're Long Fengming, that fox... fox..." Qingjian Yue blushed.

Long Fengming chuckled humorously, "You vixen. Are you satisfied with the arrangements here? I hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable."

Kiyomi Tsuki smiled and said, "It couldn't be more comfortable."

Long Fengming looked him over in his new clothes and smiled, "These clothes seem to fit you quite well. Are you drying your hair? Where's Diwei? I sent him to serve you. Why can't I find him?"

Like a shy young wife, Kiyomi pointed inside and said, "She's lying in the bathroom."

"Lying down inside? What's he doing lying down inside?" Long Fengming was baffled and ordered, "Xi Ruohu, call Di Wei to come see me."

"Yes." Xi Ruohu placed the large food box on the table and quickly moved into the bathroom.

Kiyoshi Tsuki's heart began to pound with apprehension, thinking to herself: I wonder if they'll still treat me like a VIP in a little while.

Sure enough, a loud shout came from inside, and soon Xi Ruohu rushed out like a whirlwind, "Young Master, Di Gang has been tied up tightly and is lying on the ground."

Long Fengming turned to stare at Qing Jianyue in surprise, but Qing Jianyue immediately looked away, focusing on the four birds hopping around in the cage. Another samurai drew his sword, and Long Fengming, regaining his composure, shouted, "Li Bao, don't be rude! Put your sword away. Xi Ruohu, is Di Wei still alive?"

"Reporting to Young Master, he is still alive," Xi Ruohu replied.

Li Baozheng shouted as he sheathed his sword.

Long Fengming was relieved. "Since he's still alive, hurry up and untie him. Don't make a fuss."

"Yes, young master." Xi Ruohu blushed and turned to go back into the bathroom.

"Jianyue, has Diwei been impolite in any way?"

Long Fengming smiled gently, and Qing Jianyue turned her face away uncomfortably, wiping her wet hair with a towel, thinking to herself: This Long Fengming is a smiling tiger, even more difficult to deal with than our Qingcheng. I must be careful.

"Don't mention it. I've always been self-reliant and not used to being waited on. Actually, your subordinate served me very well, even accompanying me to take a bath. I was so touched that I punched him."

Long Fengming was startled, then suddenly realized what was going on, glancing at Anxiang, "What's going on?"

From the moment she entered, she had been staring longingly at the dragon and phoenix singing fragrance like a fly buzzing around a bone. Upon hearing this, she panicked and stammered, "Young master, the young master is asleep, so this servant left for a while."

Long Fengming frowned.

Seeing this, Qingjian Yue already understood most of the situation. She didn't say anything, but simply used a towel to pat her wet hair back and forth. Long Fengming walked over and took the towel from her.

"Here, let me help you."

"Young Master Long, there's no need."

"Don't talk, sit down."

Long Fengming took the towel and helped Qing Jianyue sit down in the chair, carefully drying her hair. Qing Jianyue's heart started pounding uncontrollably again.