"Young Master, it's as good as ever." The guard in blue, riding a dark, scraggly pony, looked on with adoration, his eyes filled with deep reverence.
There are only four flower shops in the whole city.
Whenever flower petals go unsold, the young master personally parades through the streets, boosting the prosperity of his family's flower shop. All the expired petals, along with newly picked flowers, are sold until not a single petal remains.
Young Master is simply a shining, living golden signboard for the Duan family.
"Well, next time you leak my travel news, please also mention that I like the pine nut and corn soup at Tianxianlou... you know, the sweet soup that Tianxianlou just created!" Duan Shuixian calmly suggested to the blue-clad guard on the dwarf horse, her hand waving slowly.
What keen insight you have!
The guard in blue on the ponies was even more reverent, his eyes sparkling like stars. The young master was truly unfathomable, actually guessing that it was he who had leaked the information about his trip.
Unfathomable, truly unfathomable.
So, when you're out in the game, having a good boss is very important! The guard in blue was almost moved to tears by his good fortune.
Duan Shuixian turned her head and looked at the blue-robed guard with a blank expression and tears welling up in his eyes. She couldn't help but sigh. My foot! He was her only personal attendant. She had planned to go out quietly, so she hadn't told anyone. Now that her whereabouts had been exposed, there was really no one else to suspect except her personal guard.
That's incredibly stupid!
As Duan Xiaoshao sighed, he took out a gold-flecked folding fan from his sleeve. With a flick of his wrist, he unfurled the fan with a graceful and unparalleled air, eliciting another wave of screams.
Therefore, it's not difficult to be a genius, but it's extremely difficult to be a genius who possesses both beauty and wisdom.
Sigh, this is too difficult...
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Young Master Duan rode a white horse and wore white robes, his elegance unparalleled as he paraded through the streets.
Xiao Wushilang, however, was having a rather unpleasant time.
First, we ate tasteless steamed buns, which had to be broken into three pieces, and we could only eat a tiny bit at a time.
The first night we stayed in a dormitory-style room. Forget about taking a shower, the sheets were so black you couldn't even see the fabric.
They were all江湖人士 (jianghu figures), probably the worst kind of people, dressed in rags, all sleeping with broken swords in their arms.
If someone glances over out of curiosity, someone will inevitably yell in a gruff voice, "Look at your head, or I'll gouge your eyes out!"
Isoro had never suffered like this before. On the first night, he couldn't resist and set his sights on the number one room in the VIP section. As soon as it got a little dark, he used both his hands and feet to climb over the window bars of the number one room in the VIP section.
There was no incense burning in the room, yet a faint orchid fragrance wafted through the air.
The whole house was very tidy. It was quiet and didn't look like anyone was there.
The gauze curtains on the bed hung low, reaching all the way to the floor. On the table were pastries and tea. The pastries were exquisite. The Xiao family was a nouveau riche family, with four or five pastry chefs alone. The variety of pastries was as numerous as the stars in the sky. Even so, Wu Shilang had never seen such exquisite pastries.
After eating plain white steamed buns all day, seeing such exquisite and delicious pastries made Isoro's mouth water uncontrollably.
Gently taking a piece, Ishiro looked around nervously. It melted in his mouth, carrying the aroma of tea. After finishing one piece, he couldn't help but want a second.
A sudden, violent coughing sound came from the bed.
Isoro froze, staring blankly, turning his head slowly to look.
A hand slowly emerged from the edge of the bed curtains, fair and slender with rounded knuckles, like a finely crafted work of art. As the hand slowly rose, the bed curtains were gradually lifted.
He turned out to be an extremely handsome man.
Her beautiful hair cascaded down her shoulders, glossy black like a fine piece of silk, slightly disheveled as it spread across her neck and waist. Her complexion was a little pale, but her eyes were bright and sparkling in the dim room. She had a high nose and small, lovely lips, though also pale.
She leaned weakly against the headboard, watching quietly.
How did you get in?
Her voice was very pleasant and captivating, yet it seemed as if she couldn't catch her breath.
"I climbed in through the window," Xiao Wushilang answered honestly, quickly stuffing several pieces of pastry into his plate, almost choking up with tears in his eyes.
Since we've been caught red-handed, let's fill our stomachs first.
Then, glancing at the tea on the table, he took a sip. The edge of the cup had a faint orchid fragrance. Even after finishing the whole cup, Goro couldn't bear to put it down; the taste was just too wonderful.
The fragrance seemed to penetrate deep into my lungs; though faint, it was extremely potent, instantly boosting my spirits.
"The water you drank from was the same one I drank from." The person on the bed stated the fact calmly and without changing their expression.
ha?
Xiao Wushilang turned the cup around, stunned. Sharing a glass of water felt so ambiguous—wasn't that the same as an indirect kiss?!
"That glass of water," the person on the bed coughed weakly twice more, gasping for breath, "is poisoned..."
poisonous?
Enraged, Isoro slammed his hand down and smashed the cup with a loud bang.
"Why are you talking so heavily?" Xiao Wushilang, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, stormed to the bedside, stomped one foot on the bed, grabbed the frail-looking man on the bed, and shook him back and forth. "Ah, why didn't you say it was poisonous earlier? You only told me after I drank it!"
The man on the bed was shaken until he was dizzy.
Her eyes were tightly closed, her long eyelashes trembled slightly, and she looked like a pear blossom in the rain.
"I haven't finished speaking yet." His breath was fragrant, and Isoro realized that the initial fragrance had come from him.
"Huh? Is this ever going to end?"
Wu Shilang was deeply terrified. Although he had never been to the martial world, he at least bought the Martial Arts Journal every month. Whenever a great hero was in trouble, the aphrodisiac would make a grand appearance.
With his dashing and handsome appearance, it's hard to guarantee that not a couple of chivalrous women wouldn't be captivated by him, and then, cunningly, slip him aphrodisiacs.
Could that tea contain not only poison but also aphrodisiac?
Xiao Wushilang hurriedly released the other person's collar, grabbed his own collar, and said with a face full of grief, "You put aphrodisiacs in there?!"
The sickly but handsome man on the bed burst out laughing.
It was like a sudden spring breeze bringing pear blossoms to thousands of trees. He simply smiled, and it made Goruro's breath catch in his throat.
"why are you laughing?"
The sickly-handsome man turned his head to look at Goruro, exuding charm, and said, "I haven't even said the rest of my words, and you're already so fierce."
Her shy and timid manner startled Isoro. Such a handsome man, and yet she was a lecherous little thing, acting all coquettish towards such a dashing man like him?
She forgot that she was, after all, a woman. Therefore, her sexual orientation in bed wouldn't be a problem.
"Don't try that on me, I like women!" Ishiro tightened his belt, looking utterly unyielding.
"Hmm, I can see that. Brother, you are so handsome and dashing, several times more so than the top three on the list of handsome men in the martial arts world. Of course you wouldn't be interested in men."
Isoro's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with laughter, his little teeth showing. He casually patted the sickly beauty on the bed, looking like a close friend, which made the sickly beauty on the bed cough several more times.
"Alright, you can say the rest now."
The sickly-looking man nodded and said seriously, "There was indeed poison in that cup of tea, which is why I feel so weak right now."
Then……
Xiao Wushilang listened intently with a questioning expression.
"Well, that's all."
Damn it, Isoro was about to explode. He slammed his fist on the bed, making a loud thud. "That's the end of the story."
"No more." The person on the bed shook their head like a rattle-drum.
If that's all, then who was acting so mysteriously just now?
His fist was raised high again, and Isoro's face was contorted with rage. Even if you're good-looking, you can't treat people like this. This is very immoral.
The person on the bed looked up with a smile, pointed at Igarashi's fist, and laughed, "See, that poison has no effect on you."
What's the meaning?
"You probably don't have any skill at all, right?"
Hmm, it seems that indeed, the monkey doesn't need any special skills to steal the peaches.
"So the poison is not harmful to you at all," the sickly handsome man laughed self-deprecatingly. "The deeper the skill, the greater the toxicity."
Ishiro immediately beamed with joy. "Brother, why didn't you say so sooner?"
Therefore, those who roam the world must be humble. Who says that those without skill will not receive praise?
With a bit of luck, one person who doesn't know martial arts can be as good as ten martial arts masters.
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"Where is the person who poisoned us?" Xiao Wushilang asked cautiously, since the evidence at the crime scene hadn't been cleaned up, meaning the poisoner was nearby.
"Under the bed." The sickly-looking man coughed twice, stood up, and said mysteriously, "I used corpse-dissolving liquid to dissolve his body under the bed."
Goro's hair stood on end.
He jumped five steps away from the bed in one go.
After standing still and silently gazing at the sickly, handsome man on the bed, about an incense stick's time later, Igorō finally asked, trembling with fear, "Excuse me..."
"Huh? What?" The sickly, handsome man on the bed spoke in a gentle tone, like a cup of warm tea, and beckoned kindly, "Go ahead and ask."
Is the transformation complete?
Mo, the sickly handsome man on the bed was suddenly taken aback by the question. He looked over in silence, then slowly beckoned for Ishiro to come closer.
Huh? What?
Come here.
The two of them communicated roughly through eye contact.
Igoro slowly approached the bed. Suddenly, the sickly-looking man on the bed jumped up and forcefully pressed Igoro's head down. "Look, is the makeup complete?"
Caught off guard, Isoro's eyes widened as he looked under the bed.
It was spotless there, with nothing there at all.
There wasn't even a trace of dampness.
“No,” Isoro exclaimed in surprise, replying loudly, “There’s absolutely nothing here.”
Logically, shouldn't there be blood?
Could there be a problem with the description in "The Chronicles of Jianghu"?
“Of course not,” the sickly but handsome man on the bed grinned, looking at her with a smile. “I was just kidding you.”