Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 71: Han Qiniang's Strange Thoughts

October 22nd, afternoon.

Xin Zhuo and his group returned to Fulong Village after nearly twenty days of separation.

The dozen or so maple trees in front of the village were almost bald, with fallen leaves covering the ground.

Several thatched houses were still standing, surprisingly untouched by the government's fire. This brought both confusion and relief to the group.

Carrying their bags, they walked into the courtyard, which had grown winter grass due to the lack of activity. They couldn't contain their excitement any longer.

"Wow hahaha..."

Huang Dagui ran around, laughing heartily, "I've chopped off the emperor's bird head and taken his place. I, Huang Dagui, have returned!"

Bai Jianxi also smirked in a sinister manner, "I knew I would come back sooner or later. No one understands the strategies of the leader better than me. It's like commanding the army and winning from a thousand miles away!"

"Everyone, listen to me!"

Han Jiulang held Little Huang in his arms, his expression stern. Amidst the astonished gazes of the others, he sighed deeply, "I left the village half a month ago and wandered around without understanding anything. Today, I have returned to Fulong Village, and it's not in vain that I have experienced this in my lifetime."

Alright, after holding it in for a month, I have finally come up with a poem.

After finishing, he excitedly looked at Xin Zhuo, "Leader, give me your comments!"

Before Xin Zhuo could speak, Murong Xiu shook his head and said with substance, "I think the word 'fierce' in Jiulang's poem is not appropriate. It would be more fitting to use 'awesome' instead!"

It was quite ridiculous, but everyone couldn't help but burst into laughter.

After a while, they all looked at Xin Zhuo together, "Leader, say something!"

Xin Zhuo actually felt a bit emotional. After going around in circles, experiencing life and death multiple times, he had returned. After pondering for a while, he waved his hand forcefully, "Let's cook and eat!"

"Pfft!" Cui Ying'er and Han Qiniang burst into laughter.

The group had brought enough food for a month from the Black Tiger Village, including cured meat, sausages, salted lamb, salted pork, coarse rice, potatoes, and various other ingredients.

Han Qiniang and her brother went to the kitchen, while the others cleaned the rooms and the courtyard.

At dusk, a table full of delicious dishes was already set in the assembly hall. Everyone sat in a circle and raised their cups for a toast.

After three rounds of drinking and tasting the dishes, Cui Ying'er couldn't help but look at Xin Zhuo and asked, "Leader, are you really going to become a student at the Autumn Palace Academy?"

Although becoming a student at the Autumn Palace Academy was a good opportunity, if he went and didn't come back...

What would be the point of Fulong Village's existence?

They hadn't asked the leader's thoughts on the matter all the way here, but they couldn't hold back any longer.

Xin Zhuo didn't hesitate: "Of course not! At least not for now!"

He had some suspicions about the intentions of the Autumn Palace Academy, but what fun would there be in becoming a student? He wasn't cut out for studying at all. How could it compare to the joy of being a bandit leader and robbing others?

Of course, it wouldn't be appropriate to just use people and not care about them. It would be best to wait for someone from the Autumn Palace Academy to come again, have a detailed discussion, and then make a decision.

In his previous life, certain prestigious schools would demand exorbitant fees, right?

For example, going there to worship spirits or something!

If no one came, then so be it.

Cui Ying'er and the others exchanged glances, feeling somewhat relieved.

At this moment, Cui Ying'er casually said, "By the way, Murong doesn't have a place to stay yet. How about we clean up a dilapidated house for him later..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Han Qiniang interrupted her, her face blushing, "Murong can sleep in my room! I mean..."

Everyone was surprised and looked over.

Murong Xiu was also taken aback, "Qiniang, I, I..."

But then Han Qiniang continued, "Don't think too much, I just want to sleep in the same room as the leader!"

Xin Zhuo: "..."

Don't think too much?

Cui Ying'er scolded, "There's a difference between men and women, Qiniang, don't be silly!"

Han Qiniang's face grew even redder, "I'm not being silly, I really want to sleep with the leader. I'm serious."

Everyone was speechless. When did Qiniang develop such deep feelings for the leader? When did this happen?

Xin Zhuo was also surprised, "Why?"

Han Qiniang fidgeted and rubbed her hands, "It's just... I, I like the leader and want to have a bunch of little bandits with him."

Everyone was completely shocked. This was too sudden.

Han Jiulang was extremely embarrassed, "Sister, please stop. If you want to say something, say it privately. It's embarrassing!"

"But you still have to ask the leader's opinion!" Cui Ying'er's tone softened as she looked at Xin Zhuo.

"..." Xin Zhuo cleared his throat and didn't say anything. He just felt that Han Qiniang's thoughts were strange and abnormal.

"Hmph!" Han Qiniang's eyes turned red, and she suddenly got up and ran out.

Everyone looked at Xin Zhuo together.

"It's a bit inexplicable!"

Xin Zhuo shrugged and then thought for a moment, "Forget it, I'll go ask her what she thinks."

He walked out of the door, and the setting sun cast a golden glow on the mountaintop. Han Qiniang, with her petite and delicate figure, sat in front of her grandfather Xin Aotian's grave, her hands on her knees, tears streaming down her face.

Xin Zhuo walked over and sat down, sighing, "It would be best if we could cultivate this matter a bit. We just came back, and now this happens. I feel quite embarrassed."

Han Qiniang looked up at him, her eyes already red from crying, and pitifully said, "I... I'm not embarrassed. What do you have to be embarrassed about?"

Xin Zhuo hesitated for a moment and asked, "Are you sure you know what it means to give birth to a bandit?"

Han Qiniang straightened her back, showing her shallow knowledge, "Of course I know. Isn't it just being together? After being intimate, you give birth!"

"?" Xin Zhuo pondered for a while and asked slowly, "What happens next?"

"What happens next?" Han Qiniang widened her eyes, as if she had touched upon an area of knowledge she was unfamiliar with.

Indeed! Xin Zhuo nodded, his face filled with seriousness, "What happens next is crucial, very important!"

Han Qiniang suddenly forgot to cry and curiously asked, "Please tell me, Big Boss!"

"Uh..." Xin Zhuo made a gesture.

"This..." Han Qiniang understood and nodded, touching her chin and pouting, "Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Yes, it's quite excessive..." Xin Zhuo nodded, awkwardly giving her a lesson in biology.

Speaking of which, Han Qiniang was only eighteen years old. In the previous life, she would have been in the final year of the college entrance examination, a rebellious period. After being a bandit for so many years, lacking education and exposure to movies and TV dramas, she probably didn't understand anything at all.

Indeed!

"Can't we not do it?"

"Monkeys must be born!"

"Then forget it, it's a waste of time!"

"Han Qiniang!" Xin Zhuo looked at her sternly, "Don't give me these fancy ideas. What were you thinking just now when you were cooking?"

He didn't believe this little female bandit suddenly thought of this.

Han Qiniang sighed, "Big Boss, you've been so powerful lately, and Qiniang has also broken through to the eighth rank. I thought about seeking revenge for the old Big Boss and my family. I want to improve my martial arts faster."

Xin Zhuo fell silent. Of course, he knew that his grandfather Xin Aotian was killed by someone. Not only him, but the whole village knew it, but they all tacitly avoided discussing it.

Grandfather was a sixth-rank expert. What kind of existence was the one who killed him in a duel?

Not to mention seeking revenge, even if the enemy came knocking on the door one day, it would be a disaster.

Han Qiniang's family matters, let alone mention them. Her older brother and sister were originally children of a noble family in the north. Their parents were executed by the court. Who wouldn't seek revenge?

"Oh! Who told you that sleeping with me would accelerate your martial arts progress?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.

Han Qiniang blinked her eyes. "Da Gui said so. He said it would greatly improve your martial arts!"

So it was your idea! I misunderstood you.

Xin Zhuo stood up. "San Dangjia is talking nonsense. It's time to teach him a lesson. Let's go back!"

With Han Qiniang in tow, they returned to the stronghold. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they saw Cui Ying'er and a few others surrounding a somewhat familiar bandit.

When the bandit saw Xin Zhuo return, his face lit up and he quickly handed over a letter. "Xin Daming, this is a joint letter from the First, Second, Third, Fourth, and Fifth Dangjia of our Menghuo stronghold!"

Where did so many Dangjia come from?

Although Menghuo stronghold had many people, Sun Wu was more sensitive. Originally, there were only two Dangjia, and Li Qing, the Second Dangjia, had been killed by himself.

They had been causing trouble in Menghuo stronghold recently, but they hadn't heard of any other Dangjia.

Moreover, this Sun Wu guy secretly colluded with the Song family in the capital. When Song Dongxi was captured, he immediately sent Er Lv to deliver a message, but he was caught by Bai Jianxi. That was the real reason Xin Zhuo imprisoned him.

They left, and a bunch of Dangjia came to deliver a letter. What did it mean?

Xin Zhuo glanced at the bewildered Murong Xiu and Cui Ying'er, then opened the letter and was instantly shocked by its contents.

"When brave men meet on a narrow road, the brave prevail! After three days of separation, we should observe each other with new eyes. A nest of snakes and rats can't escape the scrutiny of a leisurely stroll in the spring garden. Seeking wealth and honor in danger, a hero must make tough decisions. Handsome and elegant, valiant and heroic, tigers fighting dragons, it's both pitiful and lamentable, simply a waste of effort, waiting for a rabbit by a tree stump..."

This... can't be called bad, it can only be called a mess, not as good as Sun Wu's trivial writing style.

Then he looked at the names.

"Shangguan Fanqing, the head of Menghuo stronghold, Jiang Hezhu, the Second Dangjia, Sun Dalu, the Third Dangjia, Haitang, the Fourth Dangjia, Sun Wu, the Fifth Dangjia. Written by Shangguan Fanqing."

Xin Zhuo handed the letter to Murong Xiu, who quickly read it and handed it to Cui Ying'er in a daze.

After reading it, Cui Ying'er threw the letter at the bandit. "Get lost!"

The bandit trembled. "Won't King Xin reply?"

Xin Zhuo ignored him and asked Murong Xiu, "Do you know these people?"

Murong Xiu thought for a long time. "I... don't remember, but they must be the ones who followed us after we left. The meaning in the letter is probably that they want to compare themselves with us."

The bandit quickly said, "Yes, yes, that's what it means!"

Here they go again, going crazy. Xin Zhuo fell silent for a moment. "Prepare the ink and paper. I'm in a good mood. Let's have a chat with them and see what they're up to!"

(End of this chapter)