Chapter 121: 120 Belonging Solely to Him! (2-in-1, Please Subscribe!)

At this moment, Liu Qingmei was elegant and intellectual, just like a Divine Maiden.

The one-piece Black Xuan Sand Silk Lace Garment set off her beautiful, exquisite, and curvaceous figure to the fullest.

The mystery tightly wrapped within made one unable to resist wanting to tear it open for a look.

Her exposed neck was fair and slender; her brows were like light mist, fresh yet alluring; her peach-blossom eyes shimmered with a glistening luster, watery and rippling; beneath her pert nose were lips of cinnabar red that seemed as if they would break at a single touch.

Especially when accompanied by her soft, orchid-like whispers at this moment, they were elegant yet alluring, noble yet bewitching.

Such a jade-like beauty made one wish to hold her in their hands, to savor and play with her carefully.

She was like a fairy from above the nine heavens, untouched by dust.

Making one covet her, yet unable to bear to profane her.

But at this moment, Ning Mu only wanted to ruthlessly crush her into the dirt, letting this noble fairy be stained with the filth that belonged solely to him.

"Ah~"

Boom—! A startling thunderbolt tore through the vast sky.

It tore through this ink-black silk gauze.

Accompanied by the thunder, Liu Qingmei could not help but tilt her head back, her thick, jet-black hair cascading down like a waterfall, and a mournful cry escaped her throat.

At this moment, she was full of charm.

The allure of a mature woman was radiated to the fullest at this moment.

Outside the window, the sound of drizzling rain went drip-drop.

The gale swept through the dark clouds, and also swept through the shame and self-esteem in Liu Qingmei's heart at this moment.

Boom—! The thunder rumbled in waves.

Lightning tore through the silent night sky.

Waves of red flushed across Liu Qingmei's face, and her breathing became rapid and suppressed.

The suppression was tinged with a sense of satisfaction, and her eyes were blurred like tangled silk strings.

Liu Qingmei only felt her consciousness repeating over and over.

Finally!

A flash of joy crossed Liu Qingmei's eyes; she let out a long, soft breath, and then closed her eyes with a look of satisfaction.

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Under the last remnants of her consciousness, Liu Qingmei touched it subconsciously.

This feeling was indescribably wonderful.

"Hoo~"

Ning Mu took the opportunity to lie down on the couch, pulling Liu Qingmei into his arms.

The two of them fell into a deep sleep just like that.

Only.

Early the next morning.

When Ning Mu woke up, he found that Liu Qingmei was already gone.

He got dressed and washed up under the service of Chunzhi.

Arriving in the courtyard, he saw that Liu Qingmei had already returned to normal, sitting under the tree with a natural expression.

Seeing Ning Mu, she smiled calmly, but in her eyes, there was a hint of shyness that only the two of them understood.

And what surprised Ning Mu was.

In the courtyard at this moment.

Besides Liu Qingmei, Tong Yuyue and Ye Yin had actually come as well.

Tong Yuyue's brows and eyes held a hint of curiosity.

Especially after Ning Mu came out, her gaze kept darting back and forth between Liu Qingmei and Ning Mu.

It seemed she wanted to see through what exactly this pair of master and Disciple had done last night! But clearly.

Neither Liu Qingmei nor Ning Mu was someone she could see through at a glance.

As for Ye Yin, she stood prettily under the pillar of the East Wing, her tender, fair, and smooth little face wearing a very obvious look of displeasure and disgust.

Especially after Ning Mu came out.

"It's already high noon and he's only just getting up, what a big lazy pig!"

Ye Yin muttered.

Although her voice was very small, everyone present was a martial artist, so they naturally heard it clearly.

A hint of awkwardness appeared on Ning Mu's face.

It certainly was high noon!

If one had to blame someone, it had to be her mother.

Who told her to be so proactive last night.

"A Yin, why are you so impolite? Apologize to your elder brother!"

Liu Qingmei's brows immediately stood up, and she scolded her at once.

Ye Yin's expression changed.

Mother's heart is too biased, isn't it? Even if he is a Personal Disciple, I am your daughter too!

Just for complaining like that, I have to apologize?

Ye Yin pouted.

But seeing her mother was truly angry, she could only hum, glance at Ning Mu, bow, and say, "I'm sorry, Brother, A Yin wasn't talking about you!"

She rose as she spoke.

That flash of snow-white skin made Ning Mu's eyes brighten slightly.

Waving his hand, Ning Mu laughed: "It's fine, it's all because I was too busy last night, overexerted myself, and that's why I got up late."

"Master, no need to blame A Yin; she is right."

Hearing Ning Mu's words, Liu Qingmei felt a sudden panic in her heart.

This brat, what is he trying to do! If he spills the truth, she won't have the face to see anyone.

Before she could even grow wary, Ning Mu's follow-up words made her expression freeze, and she glared at the little beast in annoyance.

A Yin is right? If you have become a big lazy pig.

Then didn't I sleep with a pig last night, and even get... mounted by a pig? Liu Qingmei shook her head, too lazy to lower herself to Ning Mu's level.

"Xiao Mu, for today's Poetry Gathering, you and Ye Yin are each to write a poem and submit it. If you have that peerless opportunity, you might be chosen by the Literary Saint, have Literary Qi descend upon you, and be selected as a Disciple of Jixia Academy. That would be the great fortune of your lives."

Liu Qingmei stood up and said, looking at Ning Mu and Ye Yin.

Clearly, Ye Yin had already prepared, holding a piece of paper filled with writing in her hand.

Ning Mu was stunned.

He hadn't even thought about joining that so-called Jixia Academy to cultivate.

Therefore, he hadn't prepared for this matter at all.

"I'll pass, let A Yin go; I have no Literary Talent at all."

Ning Mu rubbed the back of his head and said awkwardly.

"Exactly, Mother, he is just a... *cough*, what kind of masterpiece could he write? I'm afraid he doesn't even know all his characters!" Ye Yin spoke subconsciously.

Noticing her mother's changing expression, she hurriedly corrected herself and took back the word.

After speaking, Ye Yin glared at Ning Mu with a hint of provocation and defiance.

She was no exception; she had prepared for this Poetry Gathering for a long time.

The poem in her hand was a Seven-Character Quatrain masterpiece, carefully selected and polished over this period.

Although she was the daughter of the Cangjian Villa Villa Master, if she could enter Jixia Academy to cultivate, it would be a great fortune for both herself and Cangjian Villa.

Cangjian Villa seemed very powerful.

But in front of Jixia Academy, it was still too weak.

After all, Jixia Academy was the Martial Arts Sacred Land of Qi and the heaven in the hearts of countless Confucian scholars.

If one could join Jixia Academy, even as an ordinary Disciple, it would be a qualitative leap for the family behind them!

"Ah, yes, yes, A Yin is right. Master, this Disciple is unversed in literature, so I'll pass." Ning Mu took the opportunity to take over the conversation and waved his hand.

"Bullshit!" Liu Qingmei glared at Ye Yin, then said: "Others might not know you, but can I, your Master, not know?"

"Not to mention anything else, just that line 'To die beneath the peony, even as a ghost one remains romantic,' is a masterpiece."

"Go, write it quickly!"

"If you can't write it, you aren't allowed to leave the house today!"

Having said that.

Liu Qingmei turned her head to look at Chunzhi and the other maids.

"Chunzhi, go prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone for the Young Master. Before the Young Master finishes writing, no one is allowed to enter or leave the study. Have the business next door stop for now; don't disturb the Young Master!"

Chunzhi hurriedly went to prepare, and as she passed the Young Master, a look of sympathy appeared in her eyes.

The Young Lady's dream when she was young was to join Jixia Academy.

She spent almost all her spare time reading, possessing great Literary Talent, yet she still failed to gain the recognition of the Literary Saint.

This had almost become an obsession in the Young Lady's heart.

Clearly, she was now transferring this obsession onto the Young Master and the Young Lady.

"A Yin, don't think that just because you prepared this poem, you have victory in the bag. Hang City is full of hidden talents; not to mention anything else, just in White Deer Academy, there are many scholars with outstanding Literary Talent, so don't be arrogant!"

"Also, if I see you being so disrespectful to your brother again in the future, I will definitely punish you severely!"

Liu Qingmei turned her focus back to Ye Yin.

She didn't know what was wrong.

By rights, she had already cleared her meridians last night, so she shouldn't have such a temper! Ning Mu was completely baffled.

Since Liu Qingmei was forcing him to write a poem to submit, he had no choice but to go along with it.

"A Yin, let me see your poem; Brother will borrow some inspiration."

Ning Mu reached out with a grin to ask for it.

Ye Yin was already feeling resentful and dissatisfied because of her mother's scolding. Hearing Ning Mu's words, she raised an eyebrow and sneered: "Here, but don't you dare copy it!"

The implication was that even if he borrowed inspiration, it was impossible for him to write any masterpiece in such a short time.

Liu Qingmei rubbed her forehead.

She also knew there was no hope, just holding onto the mentality of treating a dead horse as a living one.

What if it worked? After all, Literary Talent is not something where the longer you prepare, the higher the level; it entirely depends on a person's enlightenment and understanding of nature and all things.

Ning Mu was not annoyed; after taking the paper from Ye Yin, he began to recite it softly.

"Written by the Ji family father while slaying demons and eliminating evil, unable to rise from a serious illness; titled Righteous Sword."

"Sword Shadow Flying Light reflects the sun's brilliance, Cold Edge Piercing like frost in flight.

Jianghu Wandering is full of wind and rain, Worldly Vicissitudes reveal right and wrong.

Slaying Demons and eliminating evil bandits, Clearing Clouds to see the heavenly secret.

Heroic Hardships have existed since ancient times, Sword Across the World, no regrets in returning."

As Ning Mu recited softly, everyone present fell silent.

Especially Ye Yin, whose eyes shimmered with deep sorrow and longing.

She missed her father.

Liu Qingmei's brows furrowed slightly, and her expression was also quite unpleasant.

But her focus remained entirely on Ning Mu.

She worried that Ning Mu would feel resentful upon seeing that this poem by Ye Yin was in memory of Ye Bufan.

After all... she was his woman now.

Yet Zeng was the Villa Master's wife!

And at present, because of Ye Bufan, she still had not surrendered her purity.

However, Ning Mu's reaction caused her lifted heart to settle slightly.

Ning Mu set down the paper, looked at Ye Yin, and said earnestly, "A Yin, Villa Master Ye was a hero; do not be too sad!"

"Since you have forged a sword of justice for your father, then I shall write a poem of Lingyun Ambition to gift to you, and to myself as well!"

After speaking.

Ning Mu turned his head, looked toward the study, and shouted, "Chunzhi, brush and ink!"

"Coming, Young Master!"

Chunzhi's cheerful voice came through.

She carried the Four Treasures of the Study.

Xia Chan hurriedly spread the paper on the table.

Chunzhi moistened the brush, held it with both hands, and looked respectfully at Ning Mu.

But Ning Mu was looking up at the horizon.

Suddenly.

He recited softly: "Noble Pressure, Years of Hardship."

Hm? Liu Qingmei's brows knit slightly, a flash of worry in her eyes.

Is Little Mu talking about himself?

Wealth and status suddenly descended, leaving him without freedom, and his past hardships were known to no one. Chunzhi, standing to the side holding the brush, paused for a moment before hurriedly setting the brush to the rice paper.

Tong Yuyue's expression also changed slightly.

What a poem displays is often the most authentic world of a person's inner heart! As for Ye Yin, she frowned slightly; from these two lines alone, she did not hear anything unusual, just some grumbling and complaining.

But what followed.

Ning Mu suddenly recited in a loud voice.

The expressions of everyone present changed one after another.

"Full Hall Drunken Guests, One Sword Frost Cold."

A flash of surprise crossed Ye Yin's eyes.

It was also about a sword.

Her sword was Sword Across the World.

But the sword in Ning Mu's mouth was One Sword Frost Cold!

How overbearing this was! "Drums and Horns, Wind and Waves."

"Lingyun Ambition, Ten Thousand Household Marquis?"

"..."

Liu Qingmei and the others had complex expressions.

This brat, he hid so deep! Lingyun Ambition, Ten Thousand Household Marquis? Full Hall Drunken Guests, One Sword Frost Cold!

Every word and every line wrote out the overbearing nature and ambition of a young man!

He still said he didn't understand literature? In the span of a conversation, such a profound and Literary Talent-filled masterpiece was born; if this was not understanding literature, then I fear there is no one in the world who does!

"Brat!"

"Don't hide your light in the future. Although there is a saying that the tree that stands above the forest will be destroyed by the wind, with me as your teacher, how could some mere demonic wind destroy you?"

Liu Qingmei picked up the paper and admired it carefully once more.

She was satisfied.

She raised her brows and glared at Ning Mu reproachfully, clearly believing that he had been worried about being too outstanding and attracting attention, which was why he had hidden his talent, and today, being forced by her, he had no choice but to display his literary talent.

Tong Yuyue was also radiant.

Her beautiful, shimmering eyes held traces of surprise and appreciation as she stared at Ning Mu.

Clearly, she had not expected that Young Master Ning would possess such literary talent.

Ning Mu coughed awkwardly, rubbed the back of his head, and in his heart could only thank himself for having memorized a few more poems in his previous life.

He seemed to have even recited this poem wrong.

But since it was already written, he couldn't be bothered to change it.

Anyway, he had no intention of entering that so-called Jixia Academy.

Being free and easy was much better.

As for Ye Yin on the side, at this moment, besides being shocked, her expression held a bit more desolation and helplessness.

She had to admit that Ning Mu's poem was far superior to her own!

It seemed that this Poetry Gathering was indeed full of hidden talents; it hadn't even begun, and she had already been defeated.

In her heart, Ye Yin felt somewhat sad.

But more than that, she felt curiosity toward this groom before her! A mere stable hand, living with horses, how could he have such literary talent? No wonder he was favored by her mother and chosen as a Personal Disciple.

It's just unclear how his Martial Dao Cultivation Points are! However, with such Literary Talent, if he goes to cultivate the Confucian Dao, his future achievements surely won't be too bad.

I only fear he is merely a flash in the pan.

Thinking this in her heart, Ye Yin cupped her hands, looked earnestly at Ning Mu, and said with sincere words: "Brother, A Yin was rude before!"

"I apologize to you!"

Saying this, Ye Yin cupped her hands and bowed.

This time, she was apologizing from the bottom of her heart.

At this moment, she finally understood that sentence her father Zeng had once said.

"How many heroes are there in the world? They are like crucian carp crossing the river; even if one has a humble background, who is to say they cannot have soaring ambitions in the future?"

Ning Mu laughed heartily, waved his hand, and said: "Small matter, small matter. How could I, your brother, hold a grudge against you? Besides, I did indeed live with horses in my youth. Being suddenly taken in as a personal disciple by Master, it was only right for you to have doubts from your perspective. If you had accepted it calmly, I would have been worried instead—wondering if this little sister would take a knife to me in the middle of the night while I was asleep, haha..."

"Pfft~"

Once these words were spoken.

The few women present all couldn't help but laugh.

Coupled with the gesture Ning Mu made, even Ye Yin was amused to the point of laughing.

Watching Ning Mu and Ye Yin, who seemed to have finally broken down the barriers between them, Liu Qingmei felt instantly satisfied in her heart.

Her gaze shifted.

She opened the system and glanced at Task Three in the task interface.

Inspecting the disaster situation with Ning Mu and Ye Yin, and midway through, having to bring along the Explosive Modification Jumping Bead that this little beast Ning Mu pressed...

Mmm.

Just thinking about that scene, Liu Qingmei felt the tip of her heart go numb!

To be like this in front of Ye Yin.

Such stimulation is simply unimaginable.

The resistance in her heart was, unexpectedly, decreasing bit by bit, and in its place was growing anticipation.

After all.

This task can increase Ye Yin's favorability toward Ning Mu! Hmm.

The purpose of her choosing this option was precisely for this!

Liu Qingmei numbed herself.

"A Yin, go to White Deer Academy, hand the poems written by you and A Mu to Instructor Guo of the Poetry Gathering, then go outside the city to meet us, and we will inspect the disaster situation together!"

Liu Qingmei said to Ye Yin.

She needed to send Ye Yin away first.

Only then would it be convenient for what follows.

Ye Yin had no doubts, nodded in agreement, then took the two sheets of poetry, walked straight out the door, and headed toward White Deer Academy.

For the Poetry Gathering, all participants must first submit their poems to White Deer Academy.

The Instructors of White Deer Academy will first select the high-quality works.

Then, on the fifteenth of the fourth month, it will be held for three days at the Sacrificial Saint Altar in Yonghang; during these three days, the Lecturers and Instructors from Jixia Academy will also personally attend the scene.

Of course, if there are those with exceptional Literary Talent who are already famous in the world, such as the likes of Pi Yalu, this step is unnecessary.

They can compose poems on the spot on the day of the fifteenth of the fourth month.

Whether they submitted beforehand or composed on the spot, whoever can trigger the Literary Qi contained within the statue of the Literary Saint at the Sacrificial Saint Altar to descend upon them will be the top rank of the Poetry Gathering.

They will be able to enter Jixia Academy to cultivate.

If multiple people trigger the descent of Literary Qi at the same time, they can all enter Jixia Academy together.

This is an ironclad rule; no one can cheat.

Even a wealthy Young Master has no way to find someone to prepare it in advance and then submit it.

Literary Qi will only descend upon the original author of the poem! After Ye Yin left, Tong Yuyue also waved her hand and said: "Yichun Courtyard has just opened, and things are busy today, so I will be leaving first!"

"You hands-off Shopkeeper, you must have a good time!"

Tong Yuyue gritted her teeth and sniffled at Ning Mu, looking very cute.

A dignified Second Madam acting so coquettishly and foolishly toward her own Young Master couldn't help but make Chunzhi and the others drop their jaws.

Ning Mu laughed heartily and waved his hand.

After eating breakfast.

Ning Mu pretended to be indifferent as he tidied up, then prepared to go out.

At this moment.

Liu Qingmei pulled him back.

Hmm... there is only one Explosive Modification Jumping Bead.

It is in Ning Mu's hands.

To complete the task, she must take the initiative to ask Ning Mu.

Having to take the initiative to ask for this thing made Liu Qingmei feel incredibly timid and shy.

But she had no choice but to do it.

Seeing that there was no one around, Liu Qingmei's eyes flickered, but when the words reached her lips, she didn't know how to speak.

"What's wrong, Master?"

Ning Mu looked curious.

In fact, he was already blooming with laughter inside.

But he had to pretend to be completely unaware.

Since he could not let Liu Qingmei know that he was the one pulling the strings behind the scenes, he wanted even more to hear with his own ears and see with his own eyes what kind of expression she would have when she took the initiative to ask! Thinking about it, it would surely be very stimulating! Liu Qingmei's expression was incomparably awkward, and that bright, delicate, and charming face was as alluring as a ripe honey peach.

Shyness flickered in her peach-blossom eyes.

After mumbling for a long time, she still could not bring herself to say it, and instead found an excuse.

"Cough, this concubine has been in Bigu for many days; eating suddenly has made me a bit weary. Let me rest for a moment before going out..."

Liu Qingmei's eyes flickered as she spoke vaguely, not daring to look directly into Ning Mu's eyes.

"Mei'er, why is your face so red!"

Ning Mu feigned surprise, even reaching out to touch it, then said with concern: "It's still so hot, could it be that you've caught a cold?"

"Could it be that last night..."

"Don't say it!"

Liu Qingmei immediately reached out subconsciously, covering Ning Mu's mouth with a charmingly naive look.

In those peach-blossom eyes, shyness and helplessness flickered.

"Hehe, since Mei'er is a bit weary, then your little husband will properly help you relieve your weariness~"

Seeing that Liu Qingmei still could not say those words, Ning Mu smiled, picked her up by the waist, and walked toward the master bedroom.

"Ah!"

Suddenly losing her balance, Liu Qingmei screamed in fright, then instinctively wrapped her arms around Ning Mu's neck.

Her whole body was already burning hot.

It felt just like an ant on a hot pan.

She shrank into Ning Mu's chest.

As if it were her harbor, she was too shy to face anyone.

Just as they were about to enter the room.

Ning Mu shouted loudly to the outside: "The young master and the mistress have matters to discuss, do not let anyone disturb us!"

Chunzhi and Xia Chan, who were busy in the kitchen, were stunned. Xia Chan ran out and shouted toward the master bedroom: "Understood, Young Master~"

The other maidservants had already gone to the next room to arrange their work.

Entering the room.

Liu Qingmei finally let go of a little bit of her shyness.

But her face was still as hot as fire.

"Put this concubine down~"

Liu Qingmei lowered her brows in bashfulness, whispering softly.

Ning Mu followed her request and put her down, preparing to see how she would speak.

But what Liu Qingmei did next made his expression freeze, and then a strong light surged in his eyes.

"Ning-lang, look, is this anklet beautiful?"

Only to see Liu Qingmei lift her skirt, revealing her beautiful lower leg encased in Heavenly Silkworm Black Ice Silk Stockings, as well as her feet wearing wooden clogs.

Beneath those Black Ice Silk Stockings.

One could see a thin, slender chain made of pure gold connecting three points on her leg.

A gold-inlaid black leather strap was fastened around her thigh, the just-right feeling of it pressing into her flesh, combined with the embellishment of the Black Ice Silk Stockings, made her legs appear even more plump and full.

Then the gold chain connected downward to a pure gold anklet at her ankle.

Further down, the gold chain connected to her toes, where a ring made of pure gold was inlaid on the index toe of her right foot.

That ring looked perfectly round, yet it was extremely small, decorating her beautiful feet without hindering her normal walking.

Even.

In order to wear this anklet, Liu Qingmei had specially cut open the ends of the Heavenly Silkworm Black Ice Silk, exposing all her toes.

"Beautiful!"

"Exquisitely beautiful!"

Ning Mu nodded immediately.

Then he squatted down, holding them in his palms, unable to put them down.

Suddenly.

His eyes lit up, and he looked up at Liu Qingmei, his gaze filled with intense light.

"Mei'er, come!"

(End of this chapter)