After delivering thirty punches, Wu Shilang suddenly remembered that he was rescuing a drowning person. His weak conscience immediately returned, and seeing that Luo Jinfeng's eyes were tightly closed and he was still unconscious, he was extremely anxious. He reached out to check Luo Jinfeng's breath and found that it was even weaker than before.
The onlookers murmured amongst themselves, their voices rising to a crescendo, and several young girls even had tears in their eyes and were softly sobbing.
Just now, it was clearly this disheveled woman who fell into the water first, luring this incredibly handsome young master to jump in and save him. Now that the young master is drowning and about to die, this woman is actually punching him thirty times, getting happier with each beating.
That's utterly depraved.
Putting aside how touching the white-robed young master's good deeds were, it would be a real pity if he were to die, given his handsome appearance.
The powerful mental energy of the crowd was focused on Igarashi, making her gradually feel guilty.
Actually, that old-fashioned method has one last trick up its sleeve.
However, due to the strict separation between men and women, I never thought of using it.
But now the situation is critical. As the saying goes, "The people of the martial world do not concern themselves with trivial matters."
Thinking of this, Ishiro knelt down, took a deep breath, and then slowly lowered his head, closed his eyes, and pressed his lips to Luo Jinfeng's.
He barely managed to get the last breath out of his mouth.
The moment the soft lips touched his, Luo Jinfeng's eyes snapped open, staring wide-eyed at the approaching Igarashi. A soft, tingling, unfamiliar sensation spread from his lips, lingering and swirling within him. Involuntarily, he slowly reached out and pulled Igarashi into his arms.
Not content with just the rubbing of lips together, a strange impulse made him instinctively crave more.
He simply stuck out his tongue, gently pried open Goruro's teeth, and slid it inside.
Their tongues intertwined, leaving the breathless Ishiro stunned. The onlookers watched quietly, their faces flushed, as the two performed a live sex act.
A moment later, his mind suddenly cleared. Wu Shilang was shocked and pushed away Luo Jinfeng, who was entwined with his tongue. His face turned pale and then red. He squatted on the ground and silently watched Luo Jinfeng, who was half-lying down.
Suddenly, she stood up and kicked Luo Jinfeng hard in the stomach. Then, she ran away, her long hair flowing and her wet clothes clinging to her slender figure, giving her a pitiful and charming appearance.
Luo Jinfeng lay half-reclined on the ground, unable to move for a long time. Although Wushilang had no martial arts skills, her kick just now was delivered with all her might, making him break out in a cold sweat.
But he didn't care about the pain at all. At this moment, what he was most worried about was the crazy Goro who had run away.
Her expression of shame and anger, her large eyes filled with helplessness, stirred something within me.
He stood up shakily, straightened his wet robe, and sped off in the direction that Wu Shilang had run. Unbeknownst to him, he used the light-footed skill of crossing the river on a reed.
He hurried past several towering trees, and then, near the last one, close to the town, he saw Isoro, curled up like a little ball, squatting under the tree, staring blankly into space.
Her long, wet hair cascaded down from her waist, burying her small face.
“Giro.” He stood blankly in front of her, completely devoid of his usual pride, and then gently squatted down. “You’ll catch a cold if you squat like this in wet clothes.”
His tone was as gentle as warm steam, and Luo Shao's eyes were so tender they seemed to drip water.
If the other people in the village saw that their young master treated girls with such genuine gentleness, they would surely be astonished.
"I want to take a bath," Isoro said in a muffled voice from under his arms, his head bowed. "I want to stay in a big inn and take a nice hot bath."
Luo Jinfeng was at a loss for words, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
On his way there, he considered many possibilities, imagining how Isoro would cheat and make demands.
She demanded that he take responsibility and that she marry her.
Because after he was crowned, he was surrounded by women like these, who went to great lengths to dress up beautifully and flaunt their beauty in front of him, hoping that one day he would fall in love with them.
Therefore, when I was conceiving of Isoro, my first thought was to connect her with those women.
Although it is clear that Igorō is different from any of the women around him.
She didn't even have any sense of being a woman.
However, when I thought about being able to take responsibility for her, I actually felt a sweet feeling in my heart. This feeling of anticipation was something I had never experienced before.
I don't reject the idea of taking responsibility.
Not at all.
"Alright, I'll take you to a grand inn and give you a hot bath." Suppressing the slight disappointment in his heart, Luo Jinfeng gave a warm and gentle smile, extending a hand directly towards Wu Shilang, who was squatting on the ground.
Pshaw, you think you can fool me just by pretending to be a charming young gentleman? It'll definitely happen like this: first, you feign reaching out, then abruptly pulling your hand back, causing yourself to trip and fall. Yes, that's for sure.
Wu Shilang suddenly stood up, slapped away Luo Shao's outstretched hand, and tilted his head back: "Lead the way, my young master."
That brat! Luo Jinfeng's pride was slightly hurt because his hand had been knocked off, but when Wu Shilang called out "My young master," he couldn't help but smile, his heart bursting with joy.
Yes, my... young master.
Thinking that this title wasn't bad, Luo Shao turned around as he thought about it, and a joyful expression involuntarily appeared in his eyes, carrying a strange emotion that made Wu Shilang tremble.
Oh no! This guy was acting all crazy before, and after drowning, he's become even more abnormal. Look at him, even his eyes are lewd.
Isoro tightened his belt again and again, his face tense as he followed behind Luo Jinfeng. His hair stood on end as he began his search for the legendary, enormous inn.
There is indeed a very, very large inn.
It was the best restaurant in Jinling City, named Youfeng Laiyi. Four pillars stood tall, painted fiery red, with phoenixes about to take flight carved on them, and each pillar was delicately painted with gold powder.
The plaque above reads in a flowing, elegant style: "The Phoenix Arrives."
The waiter, bowing and scraping, jogged over and greeted them in a loud voice, "Coming... How many guests are there?"
"Two superior rooms."
Concise and clear, without any hesitation, *thud*, a heavy silver ingot was tossed onto the counter.
The waiter looked over with a troubled expression, then asked with a smile, "Sir, we only have one superior room available. Is that alright?"
Martial arts practitioners traveling from northern Jiangsu to the Suzhou Sword Appreciation Conference would all pass through Jinling, and those of a slightly higher status would choose the Phoenix Arrives ceremony.
Suddenly, there were more people than rooms available. Superior rooms became extremely scarce.
Wu Shilang and Luo Jinfeng couldn't help but turn their heads and look at each other. As soon as their eyes met, they looked away, and blushes gradually spread across their faces.
After that lingering kiss at the dock, which left a slightly ambiguous impression, both of them blushed for a long time.
There was only one room left. From here, the rest were all lower-class inns, and they were all quite far apart. It was already getting dark.
Luo Jinfeng hesitated for a moment, then decisively replied, "Okay, one superior room, please." But he dared not look at Wu Shilang again, for fear that she would shout loudly.
Fortunately, Isoro restrained his urge to howl.
Silently following behind the waiter, Wu Shilang kicked the door as soon as he entered, then slammed it shut, leaving the unsuspecting Luo Jinfeng outside.
"Wu Shilang, what are you doing?" Luo Shao's voice was clearly filled with anger. From childhood to adulthood, he had always been the one being fawned over, but today he was being turned away at the door.
"I need to take off my clothes, how can you come in?" The man surnamed Luo was the most stingy. If he was allowed to share a room with him, who knew how he would tease him? Wu Shilang leaned against the door, determined not to open it.
Surprisingly, it became quiet outside the door.
Wu Shilang didn't believe that Luo Jinfeng would be so easy to talk to. After waiting for about an incense stick's time, he turned around and looked out through the crack in the door. Sure enough, the outside was empty.
Just as I was wondering what was going on, I suddenly heard a click, and the windowpane creaked softly. A slender hand reached in, holding a bundle between its fingers and dangling it back and forth.
"Wu Shilang, change out of your wet clothes." Luo Jinfeng didn't peek in; instead, he kept his face far away from the window frame, stretching his arms out straight.
By the way, Isoro didn't bring any luggage along the way. Naturally, he didn't have any change of clothes either.
It seems that in the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, Young Master Luo actually went to buy women's clothes himself.
Would he really be that kind?
Isoro approached the window frame and snatched the clothes. It turned out to be a light purple women's dress with a gauze back. The fabric was of high quality, draping smoothly. On the front of the dress, there was a cleverly hidden orchid embroidered.
"I don't wear women's clothes!"
From childhood to adulthood, I only wore women's clothing once a year, during festivals or when visiting relatives. Besides, women's clothing has such long hems that it's not suitable for traveling around.
“We don’t have any other clothes, so how about,” the windowpane opened, revealing Luo Jinfeng with a wicked smile, “this young master will take pity on you and we’ll take turns hiding under the covers in the room while the clothes dry?!”
As he spoke, he smiled and pushed open the window, looking as if he was about to leap in.
After finishing his sentence, Ishiro silently raised the teacup on the table and then silently threw it at someone by the window.
The cup and water, along with the spewed water, shot towards the young master of the Luo family like a fiery hidden weapon.
With a whoosh, the teacup brushed against Luo Shao's face. He stood there without flinching, his right hand lifting the curtain, and continued to speak gently, "Sweetie, change your clothes, and let's stroll through the night market in Jinling together."
That one "good boy" was so sincere and heartfelt that it gave Wu Shilang goosebumps.
Bang! The teapot even flew out of the window.
Luo Jinfeng had no choice but to spun around to avoid it, landing with a smile on his face. He sighed contentedly at the window that was immediately closed, took out a folding fan that was worn smooth from being soaked in water from his sleeve, and began to fan himself in a pretentious manner.
It took another full incense stick's time for the door to slowly open.
With his head held high and chest puffed out, Wu Shilang strode out from the threshold, lifting his skirt above his knees with both hands, and shouted, "Young Master Luo, the clothes have a lot more accessories!"
Luo Jinfeng peeked over and his face immediately darkened.
On the floor of the inner room, strips of cloth torn from the skirt were scattered haphazardly. What was originally a dreamlike dress with flowing ribbons and an ethereal feel had been torn into a simplified version by Gyuro.
The Meng Nishang, worth a full hundred taels of silver, was torn by her in a flash into a piece of cloth barely enough to wrap her body.
I have never bought clothes for girls, especially not the unique Mengnishang, which only has one of each style.
What a waste!
"You...you're simply wild and brutal!" Young Master Luo waved his sleeve, almost turning hostile. "Untamed and unruly!"
Wu Shilang rolled his eyes, shook his leg, picked his nose, and scratched his ear at Luo Jinfeng, looking like a scoundrel. "Don't try to use your 'tender and affectionate' tricks on me, I'm not falling for it!"
A policy of appeasement! Hmph, I suppose it would be even more natural to use my own fifty concubines.
If you can't see this, how can you call yourself a 50-year-old?
Luo Jinfeng's face turned from black to green as he became utterly enraged. He completely shattered the concept that Wushilang was actually a girl that he had just formed in his mind. What kind of woman was this? The way she scratched her armpits, she was simply the most vulgar man.
With a bang, the door swung open, and now it was Isoro's turn to be locked out.
With tears welling in his eyes, Ishiro confessed, filled with deep remorse. He had truly miscalculated, carelessly losing everything! He shouldn't have jumped out at all; he should have just stayed at the threshold.
Now we can't even get into the house.
Two hours passed, and the night grew deeper, but Luo Shao still didn't come out of the room. It seemed he had hardened his heart and was hiding inside waiting for Wu Shilang to beg for mercy. The young master's temper had completely flared up.
It would be strange if Igoro begged for mercy. Given Igoro's brain structure, she would never have thought of such a convoluted matter. After all, she was used to being a spoiled brat and wouldn't easily ask for forgiveness. So, after a while, Igoro stopped guarding the door and listlessly went down the stairs to the upper room to find another place to hide.
In the end, with tears in his eyes, Isoro moved into the slightly worse lower-class room. Although it was a room for one person, it was extremely simple, with only a bed and a table, and even the walls were slightly peeling.
There was only one room, and it was still on Young Master Luo's tab.
"He who eats another's food is bound to him; he who takes another's money is bound to him." For the first time in his life, Wu Shilang felt the melancholy of a tiger fallen into the plains, vulnerable to the bullying of dogs.