Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 77: The Hopes of Master Li and Master Qin Yu Liu

The sky was overcast, with no wind.

Even the air carried a sense of heaviness, just like the mood of the people in Fulong Village.

Cui Ying'er, Murong Xiu, Huang Da Gui, and others sat in the assembly hall, discussing the disappearance of the head of the family for a long time.

They had no clue.

"The head of the family has been missing for a whole day!"

Murong Xiu sighed as he held the falcon message he had just received.

Cui Ying'er looked at him and asked, "Tell us, what does the letter say?"

Murong Xiu handed over the letter and said, "That day, the head of the family shot and seriously injured the little prince of the Dongyi Kingdom's Zhuyang, causing the enemy to retreat. The head of the family's reputation soared.

The whole city was overjoyed, and Governor Su and General Du decided to reward us for our merits. But the next day, the enemy returned and still had the determination to take down Fufeng City. The people in the city are now in a state of panic.

By the way, those guys from Menghu Village were completely fooled by the head of the family and got involved. In the head of the family's words, they were kidnapped by anti-morality. During the big battle, they were even more eager than anyone else. They hated us so much that a person named Jiang Hezhu reported us, but no one listened..."

Murong Xiu seemed to want to laugh, but when he thought of the head of the family's whereabouts, he held back.

Useless information. Cui Ying'er frowned, "Let's brainstorm and use the elimination method that the head of the family mentioned to rule out one by one."

"Let me start!" Bai Jianxi raised her slender and delicate orchid fingers and said, "First of all, the head of the family cannot be kidnapped. There are no signs of fighting nearby. No one knows the head of the family better than me!"

Huang Da Gui frowned and said, "She's just a slippery ball. Besides, the head of the family wouldn't go to Fufeng Prefecture City. He hates trouble and wouldn't go to war!"

Han Jiulang blinked and said, "The head of the family wouldn't go to Menghu Village either, right? It's a group of old, weak, women, and children. It's not interesting at all. Those young ladies have all been ruined by Sun Wu and the others. The head of the family definitely wouldn't be interested. Even if my sister took the initiative to offer herself, the head of the family wouldn't..."

"Shut up!" Han Qiniang's face turned red, as if she had cried, her eyes were red. "The head of the family is not that kind of person. I think... maybe the head of the family went to avenge the old head of the family. I told you about the old head of the family yesterday!"

Everyone looked at each other, their faces slightly changed.

Cui Ying'er shook her head, "The head of the family is not that stupid. He never does things without certainty!"

Murong Xiu's eyes lit up, "Then there is only one possibility. The head of the family went to the Autumn Palace as a student! After all, Xiao Huang is not here, and he always likes to bring him wherever he goes."

Everyone looked at each other again. It was possible!

...

Autumn Palace.

A large courtyard built in the mountains, born by the water, low in the front and high in the back, layered and staggered.

The surrounding trees concealed it, pavilions dotted among them, hills undulating, flying eaves and corners, with an indescribable elegance.

Master Li and Master Qin Yu Liu were sitting cross-legged under two slender willow trees that had not yet shed their leaves, occasionally glancing towards the gate.

"Master Li, Master Qin!"

From time to time, students in Confucian robes passed by, respectfully bowing.

The two nodded slightly.

After a long time, Master Li smiled, "I'm afraid no one can win these ten taels of silver. It's been four or five days, and that kid still hasn't come!"

Qin Yu Liu's long hair floated around his slender neck, his expression elegant and ethereal, "There is no one in the world who refuses to come after receiving the qualification letter from the Autumn Palace. Xin Zhuo must have been delayed by something. He performed well in Fufeng Prefecture, perhaps still immersed in his vanity."

"Do you know that he said in front of tens of thousands of people that he often shares a bed with you!"

Master Li seemed to have heard the funniest joke and couldn't help but laugh.

Qin Yu Liu frowned slightly, then smiled lightly, "Master Li, you are still so worldly at your age, it's laughable. Shouldn't you be concerned about the matter of the wordless stele?"

At the mention of this matter, Master Li's expression became solemn, "There is still more than a month left. The academy has sent out many invitations, from the secluded mountain gates to the nearby small sects, not missing a single one. I wonder how many will come?"

"After Master Li has been away for decades, I'm afraid no one remembers. There shouldn't be too many people coming."

Qin Yuliu said, "But the inscription on the wordless stele has a great impact, and it has remained unbroken for over a hundred years. Master broke one character a month ago, and if someone with exceptional talent were to obtain it this time, I would have to fulfill my promise and give it to them. How could I be willing to accept it?"

Li Fuzi exclaimed in surprise, "Could it be that Master thinks Xin Zhuo can break it?"

Qin Yuliu shook his head gently, "Of course not, but Xin Zhuo does have a remarkable aptitude for quickly mastering various martial arts. You and I both know this. If he comes, as long as there is a slight possibility of breaking it, the wordless stele will still belong to the academy."

"Hmm..." Li Fuzi stroked his beard, "Let's wait for three days. If he doesn't come, I will personally go and capture him."

After that, they stopped talking and closed their eyes. A thick but not oppressive True Qi surged from their Dantian to the heavens, and the surrounding environment suddenly changed, as if they were one with the scenery. If one didn't look closely, it would be difficult to notice that someone was sitting there.

...

Outside the window, a drizzle began to fall.

The room was dimly lit. Xin Zhuo lay on the bed, hands behind his head, bored with his legs crossed.

Little Huang somehow sneaked in from somewhere, sticking out its tongue and running around, as if it found the new environment very interesting.

Feeling bored, Xin Zhuo decided to get off the bed and walk to the window to get some fresh air. Just as he was about to open the window, the door suddenly creaked open, and two nuns in moon-white robes walked in.

The leading nun, Hui Xin, whom he recognized, was holding a plate of vegetarian food.

Following behind her was a nun who looked eighteen or nineteen years old, with a graceful figure, fair skin, and handsome features. She had big eyes, long eyelashes that blinked gently, and a beauty mark on her cherry lips. When she glanced at Xin Zhuo and pursed her lips, there was an indescribable charm.

"Didn't expect to become prisoners of our Shuiyue nunnery!"

Hui Xin blinked at Xin Zhuo and then placed the vegetarian food on the table. "Are you hungry or not?"

"Hui Xin!" The nun behind seemed to think Hui Xin's words were too frivolous and couldn't help but reprimand her.

Hui Xin shrank her neck and stepped aside, introducing Xin Zhuo, "This is our senior sister Hui Ruqing, and the one who is the prince's consort is our second senior sister."

Xin Zhuo carefully observed Hui Ruqing. Her realm was very high, at least sixth rank.

To be honest, this nun was even more beautiful than the prince's consort from before, just lacking a bit of worldly aura and having a bit more tranquility and gentleness. It was quite unexpected for a nun to grow up like this.

Shuiyue nunnery was full of hidden talents.

"Please have a meal, benefactor!" Hui Ruqing maintained a distant attitude, but her voice was naturally soft and pleasant to listen to.

Xin Zhuo cleared his throat, sat down, and looked at the food: stir-fried green beans, braised tofu, luffa soup, and steamed buns.

He picked up his chopsticks and took a few bites. It was too bland and not very tasty, with a strange scent of Buddhist incense.

Seeing him frown, Hui Xin didn't know if it was because the food didn't suit his taste, but she thought it was fine. She asked carefully, "Um, what did you say? Why did Master and the others go back to their rooms and not come out, and then change their clothes?"

Xin Zhuo couldn't help but be surprised. Could it be that these old nuns lacked self-control?

Could it be because they thought the little book had defiled their bodies and didn't want their robes anymore, displaying some profound Buddhist behavior?

After thinking for a moment, since he had nothing else to do, he decided to get closer and get acquainted, asking about the purpose of Shuiyue nunnery. "Well... it's quite profound. Do you want to hear it?"

"Sure, sure!" Hui Xin's face was full of joy as she obediently sat on a cushion beside him.

Although Hui Ruqing didn't say anything, she also sat on another cushion, tilting her fair-as-jade ear, showing a listening posture.

"Cough, cough..." Xin Zhuo's mind turned quickly, thinking of many interesting stories, such as "The Strange Book Scholar in the Ancient Temple" and "Zhang Buye at Night." They were from this world, as well as some stories from his past life, like "Mature Times" and "Plus Cushion."

But after thinking about it, he couldn't provoke them anymore. If he annoyed this group of nuns and they ganged up on him, it would be a big trouble.

"Let me tell you a story about a girl named Zhu Yingtai from the Zhuang family village. She was intelligent and beautiful from a young age, and she studied literature and composed poetry..."

While eating, Xin Zhuo narrated the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai in vernacular Chinese.

In his past life, his job was to write scripts, so when he told stories, he was able to focus on the essence and omit the irrelevant parts, which was very captivating.

Unconsciously, Hui Ruqing and Hui Xin were already immersed in the story, as quiet as a virgin.

Outside the window, a crowd had gathered without knowing when, their heads peering in, their eyes wide open, completely absorbed in listening.

(End of this chapter)