Chapter 201: Wang Chongyang

In the dim side chamber, threads of incense mist floated softly, a breeze slipped through the latticed window, making the light gauze curtains on the bed sway continuously.

At that moment, inside the curtains, under the glow of a single candle, a figure could be seen—sometimes leaning over to observe the delicate, prone body, sometimes turning to pick up the brush and write.

But not long after, the bed began to sway slightly, and then a muffled argument came from within the curtains.

Niu Dingtian held a brush in his mouth, one hand covering the beauty's raised buttocks, the other pressing down on her slender hand that was pulling at her undergarments, and he refused to yield, saying:

"Your wife told me to finish copying before leaving—how could there be any sense in copying only half and then changing your mind?"

Fentian burned with shame and indignation, the warm hand on her buttocks nearly reaching her most sensitive private spot.

"For now you can only look at the back—there's no way there!" Fentian nearly ground her teeth, straining to pull at her undergarments, she said indignantly, "Take your hand away first; the content there can be copied later."

She now began to regret her momentary impulsiveness; this person was dishonest while copying, seizing the opportunity and refusing to let go, his intentions obvious.

Her mother's words proved true: men everywhere are like this, pressing for more until they finally succeed before stopping.

Niu Dingtian argued, "It could clearly be settled in one go—why bother with a second time? As your future husband, what harm is there in just two looks?"

"No! We agreed you'd only copy the heart method, and you weren't honest just now!" Fentian refused outright.

Niu Dingtian quibbled, "If anyone's to blame, blame your mother-in-law—who made the characters so tiny, and in Persian script besides; as your husband I need to smooth them out a bit to see clearly."

After thinking, he also felt that such a stalemate wasn't getting anywhere—surely we can't resort to force?

So he decided to yield a step and said, "Husband, I guarantee that when I copy later I'll be even more honest than before—only moving the brush, absolutely no wandering hands."

"Were you honest just then?"

A flash of annoyance crossed Fentian's jade-like face; at that moment her purple-gold hairpin was askew and about to fall, her originally male hairstyle loose and drooping, nearly coming undone.

His mouth full of sophistry—arguing with him is pointless; he certainly wouldn't resort to force against me.

Thinking this over, Fentian ignored him, enduring the strange sensation in her buttocks, and gave her undergarments another tug.

But the next moment—"riiiip—"

A clear ripping of cloth sounded, and in an instant a coolness flowed into the space between her buttocks.

Fentian froze, and Niu Dingtian froze as well.

Staring blankly at the characters on her raised buttocks, after realizing what had happened Niu Dingtian hastily grabbed the fur blanket to cover it, and protested, "It's not my fault! It's you, wife, who exerted the force."

"You…"

"Someone's coming!"

Fentian's anger had not yet dissipated when Niu Dingtian suddenly narrowed his eyes toward outside the window.

After furrowing his brows and sensing the situation, he looked solemnly at the beauty on the bed; seeing her frightened eyes, he took hold of Rouyi and gave her a pinch, speaking softly: "It's fine—still outside the courtyard. First put on your clothes; later I'll notify the others to act as needed, while I go out to check."

Having said that, Niu Dingtian suddenly raised his hand toward outside the curtains, and a powerful suction pulled the several garments on the floor instantly into his grasp.

"Be careful!"

Fentian pulled the fur blanket to her chest, took the clothes, and a worried expression appeared on her pretty face. She also knew that whatever could make Niu Dingtian treat seriously was likely an equal opponent.

"Don't worry, it's not a big problem."

He flicked the brush from his mouth, got off the bed, and before his words even finished, Niu Dingtian's figure had already vanished inside the side chamber.

Outer courtyard, bamboo grove

At this moment the high moon shed its hazy light; each verdant, dripping mountain bamboo swayed in the wind, its leaves rustling and scattering broken, mottled shadows across the ground.

By a pond deep in the bamboo grove stood an old Daoist with gray-white hair, his gaze fixed on the fierce eyes in the water.

PS: Sorry, will finish it soon (end of chapter).