"But you can't let him crush you too much. I'm counting on you to help me get revenge."
"Planning before acting is the best policy." Zi Gui stroked the tourmaline thoughtfully, her beautiful eyes slightly raised, unable to hide her radiant beauty.
It is just like Ban Jieyu continuing history and Xie Ting composing poems about snow.
Cong Luan couldn't help but recite this, and then laughed triumphantly.
So this is the real tough guy. Let's see how arrogant you are, you brat.
"Dry!"
The wine cup was lightly tapped, and Zigui suddenly turned around, his eyes fixed on the restaurant below.
"So it's the Black Widow, Miao Shijiu."
In a cold wine shop on the street, a woman was dressed in a tight black top and a pomegranate red floor-length skirt, with a thin silver chain around her waist. Her eyes, painted with rouge, held a seductive charm, but it paled in comparison to the alluring gaze she had just witnessed.
"Although her ranking in the martial arts world was outside the top 100, she obtained the Yellow Flag because her sixth husband, the leader of the Green Bamboo Gang, died suddenly. The ninety-nine flags of the imperial court did not have names written on them. Whether stolen or robbed, as long as one obtained the Yellow Flag, one could enter the garden to compete. This could both screen out talents who could quickly adapt to the darkness of officialdom and moderately reduce the power of the martial arts world. It was a brilliant move."
Cong Luan thought Zi Gui was watching Miao Shijiu, but after Miao Shijiu seduced a Jianghu person and left with a companion, she still kept staring at the wine shop.
What is she looking at?
It wasn't until only one person remained in the wine shop that Cong Luan understood.
The man sitting with his back turned had slightly dark skin and beautiful black hair. In front of him was a plate of stinky tofu, which he ate with his wine, seemingly not finding it bland. Although it wasn't fine food or drink, his manner made it seem appetizing.
Even so, this person was not worthy of her attention for long. Before long, Cong Luan's gaze was drawn to the master and servant who had appeared.
"Young Master Zhuofeng".
Putting aside their skin tone, the two men do look quite similar from behind.
Could it be that Zigui's attention is also drawn by this curiosity?
Thinking about it, she turned her head to look and saw Yu Zigui staring intently, even somewhat lost in thought. Just as she was investigating this, she missed the moment when Wei Zhuofeng brushed past the man, and she did not see the stiffness in the man's back, Gao Dashan's astonishment, or the complex emotions in Young Master Zhuofeng's eyes.
“Ninety-nine flags.” Yu Zigui, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly spoke up. “Xiao Kuang also has flags. Cong Luan, do you think he would fight for them?”
Cong Luan frowned and looked at the man who held her hand like a child.
"Maybe he wants to, but he won't."
Although winning the bid would allow him to go to the capital, Xiao Kuang was exercising great restraint and would not go.
"If everyone were like him, that would be wonderful." Zi Gui sighed softly, then stood up. "Cong Luan, thank you for the wine today. I will definitely return the favor another day."
Even when Luan called out to her, she couldn't be stopped. She quickly went downstairs and crossed the street. She grabbed the cursing shopkeeper, paid for the drinks for the man who had already walked away, and then ran towards the direction where the setting sun was shining.
"Shangguan, you should be glad that she doesn't have romantic feelings for the man she's following." Cong Luan chuckled, then turned and flicked the forehead of the man beside her.
"Idiot, you're lucky too, you know that?"
…………
The rebel army had never been so disheveled.
They just wanted to avoid going hungry, so why was the court so determined to kill them all?
No, not only the imperial court, but even the renowned martial arts practitioners do not intend to let them go.
That seemingly otherworldly young master of Junshan, wasn't he supposed to be a legendary healer, a reincarnation of Hua Tuo? Why did he deceive them into believing he could treat disaster victims, and then unleash his true energy on unarmed children? Although this master and servant pair only targeted adult men, compared to that cunning and treacherous doctor, their ruthless killing intent was truly chilling.
In the pitch-black night, the moon was half-hidden in the clouds, and the phantom of the owl appeared and disappeared intermittently.
The ragged man, clutching a dying baby, ran away as fast as he could, under the cover of his companions.
Faster, faster!
Feeling anxious, he fell out of the water.
"My child!"
Just as the tiny body was flying towards the river, a dark shadow, like a flying duck, caught the baby before it entered the water.
"Sir, sir, help!" The man grabbed the newcomer and cried urgently, "Sir, sir, help me!"
Although there was an iron mask between them, and he couldn't see the expression behind it, he knew that the man was a good person and that he wouldn't harm them.
If it weren't for the kind-hearted gentleman who took them in and led them to hide and steal food, these refugees who had naively hoped for the emperor would probably have died at the hands of the savior they had been longing for.
The man gently touched the child's thin wrist and took out a medicine bottle from his pocket. "Mix it with porridge and eat it."
"Thank you, sir. Thank you, sir."
The man stopped him from kneeling and pushed him away. "Go back and take them away."
Their hiding place has been exposed, so they need to find another place.
The man nodded in understanding, picked up the child, and took a few steps. "That man's whip is very sharp, sir, please be very careful."
Mr. Iron Face nodded slightly, signaling him to hurry up.
Only after the person had gone far away did he remove the mask, revealing his slightly dark face.
He strolled around casually for a couple of steps, then leaned against a large tree by the river and took out a long-cooled oil paper package from his pocket. His dead fish eyes gleamed, just like the youngest brother who imitated him.
If it weren't for the sudden, sharp gust of wind from the whip, he would probably still be staring at that bag of stinky tofu.