Chapter 116: You two are also hidden talents!

This scene is really abrupt.

Even though Du Shanü has seen much of the world, at this moment she just wanted to say—

I can't bear it, farewell.

Just because she doesn't take it to heart doesn't mean others don't.

Chinu hadn't spoken a word from beginning to end, but seeing the two preparing to repay with their bodies, he immediately sneered:

"If you truly intend to repay, you should serve as ox and horse, knotting grass and carrying rings!"

"What skill is it to rely on beauty to serve? Does one night's sleep erase a great kindness?"

"Moreover..."

Chinu glanced up and down at Ouyang Yan and Ouyang An a few times.

These two, one is approaching forty, the other is just a greenhorn...

Even if they use their beauty, how could they possibly compete with him?!

The words Chinu wanted to say afterward remained unspoken, but the disdain in his cold eyes practically became substance.

The Ouyang brothers naturally wanted to retort, but constrained by Chinu's previous domineering might, afraid of getting slapped again, they could only seethe in silence.

The cold rain outside remained as before.

Ouyang An, clutching his half‑undone belt, sneezed, unsure whether to keep taking off his clothes or put them back on.

"We are merely weak and pliant; we never expected the Wife Master to agree... why are you so serious about this?"

Ouyang Yan gritted his teeth, put his and his younger brother's clothes back on, and, feeling genuinely aggrieved, muttered softly:

"We two cannot serve with our looks—can you?"

"Yu Baobao is still here!"

Though he said it very softly, it was no match for Chinu's exceptionally keen hearing.

Chinu's mood had already been bad these days, and this was like a powder keg with its fuse lit.

His expression changed, and he lifted his foot to stride toward those two.

The faces of the Ouyang brothers instantly changed dramatically, and they ran around the room begging for mercy:

"Chinu! Chinu! I know I was wrong! Don't hit... ow(? `Д′)!"

"You big scoundrel! No need to bully my older brother! If you're going to bully, bully me... ow(? `Д′)!"

After the two simultaneous "ow" cries, whoever should be honest and whoever shouldn't—all became honest.

Not to mention the Ouyang brothers who got slapped, even Du Shanü felt a bit cowardly—

Chinu's temper...

Tsk, truly spicy!

After Chinu hit someone, he still seemed not fully appeased, brows furrowed, resentment rushing straight toward Du Shanü.

Du Shanü's heart jumped, and she was about to turn and flee, but in turning she bumped into a wall of flesh.

The comer's brows slightly furrowed, the bright smile in his eyes faded, veiled by a thin mist of wistfulness.

The corners of his mouth slightly pursed, like warm sunshine blocked by clouds in spring, so quiet it makes one's heart ache.

Du Shanü blinked, then instinctively asked:

"Yu Baobao...... what's wrong with you?"

It's only been six days since we last met—how did her sunny, cheerful Yu Baobao become like this!

When we left home earlier, she was clearly not like this!

Could it be that someone bullied her?

Du Shanü's thoughts turned, and she saw Yu Baobao suddenly lean in, gently burying her face in her shoulder.

His brow held an unresolved light sorrow, like a drenched stray cat, quietly relying on her, even his sighs becoming soft and faint.

A few steps behind her was Chinu, striding toward her.

But after a sigh in her heart, Du Shanü reached out, embraced Yu Baobao, and softly coaxed:

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm back—tell me anything...... what happened?"

Yu Baobao's ever‑smiling eyes drooped slightly, as if veiled by a misty hue.

Her whole person was wrapped in a faint desolation, even the spring wind reluctant to disturb her.

Du Shanü waited patiently, but she never expected Yu Baobao's opening words to be——

"Indeed there is something...... I've filled a ci; Wife Master, would you like to hear it?"

"A ci?"

"A ci???"

"All this sorrow, just because of a ci?"

Du Shanü was at a loss, like a monk two zhang tall unable to scratch his head, and could only reply:

"Well...... then go ahead and say it?"

"What kind of ci could stir Yu Baobao into this state?"

"Surely it can't be some sort of anti‑poem taboo verse?"

Du Shanü couldn't figure it out, but even more puzzling things lay ahead.

Yu Baobao blinked her big eyes, then spoke softly:

"This ci is titled —— 'Jiangchengzi: I Wanted to Save the Salted Duck Egg Yolk for Last, but It Fell to the Ground.'"

Chinu: "?"

Du Shanü: "?"

Ouyang brothers: "?"

Yu Baobao showed no sign of noticing the strange expressions on the faces of the several people before her, she let out a heavy sigh, and sang with worry:

"The salty egg yolk flows onto the clear frost; examine it carefully, store it slowly, preserve the red heart, awaiting to become fragrant at the tip."

Yet a light slip of the fingertip, it falls into dust, breaking one's heart.

Half a lifetime's flavor is also ordinary; awaiting clear light, mistakenly rushing, it is most precious, yet in an instant turns to yellow mud.

Wanting to pick it up yet stopping, laughing at oneself in vain; the wind sweeps past the table, leaving only chill.

Chinu: "......"

Du Shanü: "......"

Ouyang brothers: "......"

Not???

"You're making such a big fuss just because the salted duck egg yolk fell to the ground?!"

And what's this 'Wanting to pick it up yet stopping, laughing at oneself in vain'...

"You won't end up picking it up to eat, then laughing at yourself in anger, will you?!"

Dumbfounded, truly dumbfounding.

Whatever schemes and plots, whatever worldly sufferings, seem to have nothing to do with Yu Baobao.

As soon as one touches him, all worries are naturally shut out; others unconsciously are led astray by his thoughts...

After a long silence, Du Shanü finally could not bear it and spoke up first to encourage:

"Good lyrics, good lyrics...... but is this ci tune name perhaps too obscure?"

If it's any more obscure, it's practically telling people straight to their face what they ate today!

Yu Baobao, lost in her own sorrow, hearing this, asked doubtfully:

"Really? Where is it lewd?"

Damn it, what on earth is going on with Yu Baobao!

It's obscure! Obscure!

It's not lewd! Lewd!

A single tone's difference makes a world of difference!

Du Shanü wanted to speak but held back, held back yet wanted to speak, and finally gave up with a boom:

"What I mean is, for such a sorrowful lyric, perhaps changing to an even more sorrowful ci tune name would be better......"

"How do you feel about the ci tune name 'Chaitou Feng'?"

Yu Baobao's eyes lit up instantly, she rubbed against Du Shanü's shoulder, clearly very interested.

Du Shanü, unwilling to disappoint him, went along and spoke softly, chanting:

"Chaitou Feng·Salted Duck Egg Yolk Wanted to Save for Last, Ended Up Falling on the Ground"

The sandy flesh reveals, the fat aroma slips, I keep it in mind for the late night.

Lightly held in hand, it cannot last; in a moment it slips, shattering and staining with dust.

Blame! Blame! Blame!

When the warm soup is ready, the delicacy awaits; yet I especially pity this flavor, which is especially hard to keep.

Looking back in vain, the lingering fragrance fades; with myriad reluctance, I consign it to dust.

"Rest! Rest! Rest!"

Yu Baobao: "(*@o@*)Wow~~!!!"

Ouyang father and son: "......"

Really matched?

Really matched!

No wonder you two can be a pair!

All such mischievous temperaments and minds, it's only natural you're a born pair!

As this lyric is chanted, everything that should be surprised and everything that shouldn't be surprised are all surprised.

"Heh."

A short laugh sounded.

Yu Baobao slightly noticed, raised her head to look at Chinu inside the house.

Du Shanü was pulled by his action, also glanced slightly backward, looking behind—

Outside the house, heaven and earth are upside down, wailing sounds pour down like rain.

Inside the house, Chinu stands in the corner's shadow, his visage dark and indistinct; when he speaks, he can only say:

"It was simply that I misjudged earlier......"

"You two, truly a perfect match."

?? Everyone discovered that no one paid attention to what the author previously said: 【Yu Baobao's win rate 80%, Chinu's win rate 10%, the rest of the men in the world share the remaining 10%】.

? Actually this phrase alludes to the saying 'talent as high as eight dou'; Xie Lingyun said that talent under heaven totals one shi, Cao Zijiàn gets eight dou, I get one dou, and the rest of the people share the remaining dou.

? At that time Cao Zijiàn was already famous far and wide, so this is essentially Xie Lingyun's self-praise; historically, Xie's temperament was also to rely on talent and act unrestrained, an extremely flamboyant person.

? When Chinu faces others, he surely would win; unfortunately, he met Yu Baobao...