Chapter 174

The entire Manluo Shanzhuang had only one man, Jiang Sishui; who was in Lady Li Qingluo's room was self-evident.

But isn't Jiang Sishui the son-in-law of Manluo Shanzhuang? How could he appear in the Lady's room?

Youcao couldn't figure it out, but she knew she had learned something she shouldn't have, so she turned around and tried to run.

However, the moment she turned, a force seized her and dragged her into the room.

The door opened and then closed.

At dawn, Youcao stumbled out of the room, her expression panicked, daring not to look back even once.

Yet on her flushed cheeks shone a sweetness and shy joy, with not a trace of resentment or sorrow.

Inside the room, looking at the beautiful woman with half-closed eyes in his arms, Jiang Sishui said, "Do not summon Youcao at will again."

"Yes~ You are so tender-hearted."

Li Qingluo's voice was languid and weak; she asked again, "How shall we tell Yuyan about our affair?"

Jiang Sishui smiled slightly: "Didn't Youcao just provide a precedent?"

Li Qingluo was stunned: "You mean..."

Jiang Sishui nodded.

"What a wicked man," Li Qingluo said, giving him a look full of charm.

Jiang Sishui patted her back, threw off the covers, and rose, saying, "You sleep; there is no need to get up. I will have the maids bring food to you and Youcao a bit later."

Li Qingluo indeed had no energy to speak; she casually agreed, closed her eyes, and fell asleep.

As she drifted into dreams, a happy and satisfied smile still lingered on her lips.

At the dining table, seeing Wang Yuyan's fairy-like face, which bore five or six tenths of a resemblance to Li Qingluo, the memories in his mind began to replay, and Jiang Sishui felt his heart stir.

He quickly shifted his attention, daring not to think too deeply.

After the meal, Jiang Sishui specifically returned to the place where Bai Qingshu had imprisoned the bride yesterday.

Then, using that spot as the center, he inquired and searched in all directions.

"There is no Yuelai Inn?"

After a short while, Jiang Sishui gave up.

He surmised that the plot had changed and that Yan Yelai was not here at all.

No longer dwelling on it, he returned to Manluo Shanzhuang.

After staying a while at Manluo Shanzhuang, he "teleported" back to Mount Huangshan, then headed toward Yuzhou.

This time, he still brought the Flower Fairy.

On the horseback, holding the Flower Fairy's graceful slender body, Jiang Sishui smiled with ill intent: "Come, shouldn't we settle the score from yesterday properly?"

The Flower Fairy naturally knew what this "score" referred to, and her heart tightened involuntarily.

Thoughts racing, she suddenly had an idea, rolled her eyes at Jiang Sishui, and said, "You are a grown man; how can you be so petty, haggling like a woman?"

Jiang Sishui: "..."

Seeing Jiang Sishui choked by her single remark, the Flower Fairy's lips curled slightly.

Jiang Sishui took a deep breath, made no argument, but only tightened his arms, squeezing the entire Flower Fairy into his embrace.

"You... let go! I can hardly breathe!"

"Then I don't care."

"You rascal! This is revenge!"

"There's nothing to be done; who made me so petty? Anyway, you can't escape."

Hearing this, the Flower Fairy felt both ashamed and angry; after struggling for a while and finding she could not break free, she could only give up.

But she was still pouting, her small mouth stretched out long; then she simply closed her eyes, thinking that if she didn't see, she wouldn't be bothered.

That sulky look was indescribably cute.

Jiang Sishui laughed: "In the future, don't be so cold; isn't this much better?"

The Flower Fairy opened her mouth, and the words "None of your business" were just about to burst forth.

Then she thought: arguing with such a rascal is meaningless; it is better to ignore him.

So she closed her mouth again and remained silent.

Jiang Sishui could only laugh helplessly.

Looking at the girl's pale side of the face, which held a faint luster, he could not help but plant a kiss upon it.

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The Flower Fairy's slender body stiffened.

This fellow is getting more and more outrageous; forcing a hug was one thing, but now he's even using his mouth?

The Flower Fairy's heart pounded wildly.

But she still did not open her eyes; instead, she closed them even tighter, and her two red lips pressed together.

Seeing no reaction from her, Jiang Sishui kissed her again.

Still no reaction.

So...

Three kisses... four kisses...

"Ahhh, will you ever stop?!"

The Flower Fairy could take no more; she cried out in frenzy, then turned her upper body around and said fiercely, "You like kissing so much, do you? I'll let you kiss! I'll let you kiss your fill!"

Having said that, before Jiang Sishui could react, a pair of red lips pressed against his face.

A touch, then a parting.

Then two more… three more… four more…

A moment later, Jiang Sishui's face was covered in saliva and crimson lip prints.

Looking at Jiang Sishui's still-dazed expression and the dense smattering of lip prints, the Flower Fairy, now calmed down, felt both embarrassed and amused.

"Enough, I've kissed you plenty, don't come bother me again." The Flower Fairy huffed and turned away.

Jiang Sishui rubbed his face, smiled silently, then rested his chin on the Flower Fairy's shoulder.

The Flower Fairy hesitated for a moment, but did not shake him off.

193 — The Same Helmsman Qiao Feng, a Different Duan Yu

Anwu Town.

Beside the largest tavern in town, a crowd of onlookers had gathered, craning their necks toward the second floor, pointing and chattering away.

Two figures could be seen leaning against the wooden railing on the second floor.

One of them was a burly great fellow of about thirty, wearing a tattered old grey cloth robe.

He had bushy brows and large eyes, a high nose and broad mouth, a square, dignified face weathered by wind and frost; in his glances there lingered a natural air of authority.

The other was a refined, scholarly-looking Young Master, dressed all in white, his hair bound up with a ribbon, his bearing languid and elegant, nobility born into his very bones.

His features were regular, his complexion fair and clean, his bearing radiant as the sun — like an imperial scion — forming a stark contrast with the great fellow across from him.

Yet these two men, so utterly opposite in temperament, were kindred spirits, sitting together drinking heartily.

Judging by the number of wine jars at their feet, one could tell their terrifying capacity for liquor was truly staggering.

And it was precisely for this reason that so many people had gathered here to watch the fun.

Jiang Sishui and the Flower Fairy arrived beside the tavern and glanced up.

Looking at the scene before him, oddly familiar, his heart stirred faintly.

Then his gaze shifted to the hand the noble Young Master was hiding behind his back.

Seeing water flowing ceaselessly from his fingertips, Jiang Sishui understood at once: "Six Meridian Divine Sword…"

The two were only a step apart; the Flower Fairy, hearing his murmur, paused briefly, then followed his gaze.

"He's cheating?"

"Mm."

Jiang Sishui nodded, then pulled the Flower Fairy up into the tavern as well.

The soft footfalls on the wooden stairs rang out, and the burly great fellow, who had been matching the noble Young Master drink for drink, flashed a sharp gleam in his tiger-like eyes and looked toward the stairway.

The noble Young Master also slowed his pace of drinking.

Experts!