Chapter 361: Silencing (Part 2)

Hu Xiaotian said, "Keeping each other warm, comforting each other, you don't seem to be at a loss."

Baobao said, "I have serious business; tonight I saw Ma Liangpeng and Qiuyan sneaking around."

Hu Xiaotian laughed, "Aren't we two also sneaking around secretly?"

Baobao leaned close to his ear, exhaling like orchid, and said, "Qiuyan is someone close to the Empress."

So what?

Baobao said, "They probably don't know Wutong; I just saw Wutong secretly release a bird."

Hu Xiaotian said, "What does that signify then?"

Baobao said, "Idiot, it means she's contacting news outside the palace."

Hu Xiaotian let out a hehe laugh.

Baobao, annoyed by his laugh, became somewhat angry and ashamed; her hands were grabbed by him, so she could only open her cherry lips and bite toward his chin—but Hu Xiaotian was too cunning; he lowered his head and caught her lips squarely. The fighting spirit she had just mustered collapsed under his hot kiss.

From passive endurance to silent cooperation is a process, containing complex psychological changes; Baobao, with great effort, convinced herself to break free from this guy's entanglement, and fiercely said, "One day I will kill you." This sentence lacked any killing intent, instead hiding a sweetness only she could understand; after saying it, she buried her heated pretty face against Hu Xiaotian's shoulder.

Hu Xiaotian said, "I believe you; why not now?"

Baobao felt this guy seemed about to stir; she suddenly jerked her hands free, pressed her palms against his chest, pushing hard to keep distance.

Hu Xiaotian, seeing Baobao's stubborn resistance, couldn't help but feel amused; in the faint light he saw her shy, alluring demeanor, naturally feeling his heart sway, he whispered, "From now on, just obey me, shall we be of one mind?"

Baobao pursed her lips, closed her eyes, and at this moment she was still thinking; after a while she said, "You're too deceitful; I worry you'll trick me."

Hu Xiaotian said, "Please, use your toes to think: after knowing each other this long, have I ever deliberately set you up or harmed you?"

Baobao opened her beautiful eyes, a hint of alluring smile rose at the corner of her mouth; Hu Xiaotian, his heart restless, grabbed her wrist and pressed his whole body onto hers; in the darkness Baobao's chest rose and fell violently. Her beautiful eyes squeezed shut, she felt both frightened and shy. Suddenly Baobao embraced him, leaning to his ear and whispering, "Someone's there!"

Hu Xiaotian, while his heart was swaying, had no attention left for the surroundings; hearing Baobao say that, his boiling blood instantly cooled. His eyes widened, staring. He looked toward the lattice window, unexpectedly Baobao's senses were so sharp.

Baobao whispered, "Outside the window!"

Hu Xiaotian shushed her, then said softly, "Go back; I'll drag that person out."

Baobao nodded, quickly rose from the bed, saw her long skirt lifted to her thighs; though still wearing underwear, her pretty face flushed as if about to burn; she lowered her head, not daring to look at Hu Xiaotian, and in the darkness quickly tidied her clothes. She opened the door and went out; Hu Xiaotian listened sideways, the noise indeed came from the rear window; he followed Baobao's steps out, gesturing for her to continue toward Bright Moon Palace. This was to lure the lurker's attention.

Baobao backhanded the door shut, then walked unhurriedly in the snow.

Hu Xiaotian leapt up, grabbed the eaves, performed an inverted hook and flipped onto the roof; standing on the roof, looking down, as Baobao approached the front of Bright Moon Palace, indeed a black shadow came from behind her dwelling, circling around; that person bent low, stepped lightly, his feet barely made a sound on the snow—if one didn't listen attentively, one couldn't hear his movements.

When Hu Xiaotian saw the person arrive directly beneath him, he quietly lifted a tile and shot it straight at the person's back; at the same time he pushed off the roof with his toes and dove down from above.

The tile whistled toward him; the lurker sensed it in time, he turned, kicked the tile with his foot—*Peng! * a muffled bang, the tile shattered into pieces; this person's leg strength was astonishing; before he could steady his stance, Hu Xiaotian descended like a heavenly soldier, showing no mercy, his Profound Darkness Yin Wind Claw struck three consecutive grabs at the opponent's face.

The lurker did not meet force with force; he slightly bent his knees, then suddenly straightened, his feet sliding like a snowboard on the snow, in an instant sliding three zhang away; Hu Xiaotian's three consecutive grabs all missed; he stepped forward a big stride, turned claw into fist, and slammed it into the opponent's chest.

The lurker swept his right leg sideways, kicking up a great swath of snow like a wall before Hu Xiaotian; the fist wind struck the snow-flake wall, emitting two *Peng peng! * booms; the ten years of internal force transmitted by Quan De'an to Hu Xiaotian was already awe-inspiring.

The lurker wore palace eunuch attire, half his face covered with black cloth; his eyes showed a shocked, bewildered light; he seemed to lack a sufficient estimate of Hu Xiaotian's strength.

At this moment Baobao, swift as chasing wind and lightning, came toward him; before reaching him, she waved her hands continuously, sleeve arrows tearing the air with a sharp whistling. The lurker dodged left and right; though he avoided the sleeve arrows' shots, his retreat was slowed. Hu Xiaotian had already rushed forward, his attack surging like a tide; Profound Darkness Yin Wind Claw, one claw after another, the lurker finally couldn't escape—Hu Xiaotian grabbed his shoulder, fingertips digging into the shoulder muscle, he pulled hard, five bloody streaks down to the bone appeared, blood dripped from the lurker's arm; he endured the pain, drew a dagger and stabbed at Hu Xiaotian's chest, but Hu Xiaotian seized his wrist, twisted hard—*Kacha! * the wrist bone snapped, the dagger fell to the ground.

Baobao also arrived now, she struck his back with a palm; under the front-and-rear attack, the lurker could no longer endure—*Pu! * he spat a mouthful of blood and collapsed in the snow; Hu Xiaotian stepped forward and kicked his chest, knocking him down. Baobao rushed over and pulled off the black cloth covering his face; in the snowlight his facial outline became clear—it was the little eunuch Ma Liangpeng, who had been sent together with them to serve Wen Ya.

Ma Liangpeng's mouth was full of blood, he cried out in anguish, "Lord Hu, spare me… I just came out to relieve myself, saw Baobao enter your room and was momentarily curious…"

Baobao picked up the dagger from the ground, her beautiful eyes full of killing intent, she slowly advanced toward Ma Liangpeng; she clearly had the intention to silence him; at that moment Bright Moon Palace suddenly lit up—it was Wutong and two other palace maids and eunuchs coming out; seeing someone, Ma Liangpeng panicked and shouted, "Save me!"

Hu Xiaotian had not yet resolved to be ruthless, but hearing this guy shout indiscriminately, he hardened his heart, grabbed the guy's head and twisted hard—*Kacha! * a crisp crack, Ma Liangpeng could no longer make any sound.

Wutong was the first to arrive at the scene; seeing what lay before him, he was startled, then his eyes turned vicious as they fixed on Hu Xiaotian: "You actually killed him!"

Hu Xiaotian said, "Which of your eyes saw me kill him? He fell himself and broke his neck."

Baobao's acting at this moment was perfect; her delicate body went limp in the snow, her fists pressed against her lips, she looked as if frightened out of her wits, she screamed loudly; in short she wanted to appear terrified, and from now on whatever happened she would leave to Hu Xiaotian to handle; whatever Hu Xiaotian said, she would obey; she had full confidence in his wisdom and intelligence—such a trifling breeze and wave could not trouble him.

Wutong angrily said, "I personally saw you twist his neck off."

This was destined to be an unsettled night; Wen Ya was also awakened by the shock; the group of palace guards who had just left, hearing the noise, returned under Chen Chengqiang's lead.

Ma Liangpeng's death at Hu Xiaotian's hands is undeniable, yet Hu Xiaotian's justification is ample: "The Zajia had just gone to bed when they suddenly heard a woman's scream; thus the Zajia came out to check, and saw this person dragging Baobao toward the garden; seeing him mask his face, the Zajia thought he was no good, so they rushed to rescue; he first threw sleeve arrows at me, then tossed tiles, finally drew a dagger trying to take our lives; thus the Zajia fought back and finally subdued him—only unfortunately they used too much force."

Chen Chengqiang gazed at the lifeless Ma Liangpeng, inwardly wryly smiling—it wasn't just heavy-handed, it was outright murder and silencing; yet he didn't know what Ma Liangpeng had seen; Hu Xiaotian insisted on putting him to death. He turned his gaze to the still-trembling Baobao: "What did you see?"

Baobao sobbed without cease: "I… I had just come out to relieve myself, but before I reached the place, someone grabbed me from behind, covered my mouth, dragged me backward; I was terrified out of my wits, thinking I would die… Fortunately… Lord Hu rushed out at this moment… Afterwards they fought… I, a mere woman, could not help."

Chen Chengqiang, seeing her pitiful appearance, unexpectedly believed eighty percent; women lying is innate advantage; plus Hu Xiaotian had taken all the blame onto himself, Baobao's account basically matched his description.

Wutong and company came out later; although Wutong said he personally saw Hu Xiaotian break Ma Liangpeng's neck, the others didn't have her keen eyesight. So Wang Ren and Qiuyan didn't see clearly. Wutong obviously didn't intend to let Hu Xiaotian off; he insisted, "I saw it clearly; when we rushed out, Ma Liangpeng's limbs were still moving; he sensed our coming, so he grabbed and twisted Ma Liangpeng's neck—this is outright murder and silencing."

Hu Xiaotian, hearing the words "murder and silencing," couldn't help but feel annoyed; he glared at Wutong and said, "Slut! You claim the Zajia wants to murder and silence? What status does the Zajia hold? What position? I act openly and uprightly; everyone in the palace knows me; Ma Liangpeng has no grudge against me; why would I murder and silence? It's you trying to frame the Zajia, so you're spitting blood."

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