Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 80: Mr. Dongfang and Old Soldier Nan Li

"...Just as Wang Jinglong was appointed as the local inspector, he learned about Su San's wrongful case and ordered the immediate transfer of all personnel involved in the Su San case to the yamen for reexamination... Su San's unjust suffering was finally revealed, and the lovers were reunited."

Xin Zhuo didn't know who the old voice in front of him belonged to, or who the "Yi Wu Master" was, but the peaceful atmosphere in the temple suddenly changed.

However, this had no effect on Xin Zhuo. He was escorted back to the meditation room, finished his lunch, and Hui Ruqing and Hui Xin arrived on time. Dozens of little nuns crowded by the window.

They demanded that Xin Zhuo tell another story with a twist and a miraculous ending, as if they had become addicted to the Liang Zhu story from yesterday. But it seemed that it didn't satisfy them.

Their standards were quite high.

Xin Zhuo pondered over many stories, such as Wu Song beating up Ximen Qing, the love and hatred between You Erjie and You Sanjie, and even thought of the story of San Da Bai Gu Jing and Du Shiniang. But none of them were perfect enough. If not explained clearly, these nuns who had nothing to do day and night would probably not be satisfied. So he chose "Su San's Redemption."

Sure enough, as the story unfolded, the nuns listened with fascination, and in the end, the perfect ending made them cheer with joy.

Only one older nun outside the window was not very satisfied. "Although Su San eventually followed Wang Daguang, she came from a poor background and was defiled by Shen Yanlin. It's still not beautiful."

"I don't think so!"

Xin Zhuo earnestly retorted, "Although Miss Su came from a humble background and had a tragic fate, and her body was no longer pure, what can a weak woman do? Her heart is still pure, right? The physical body is just a mortal vessel, but a noble spirit is the true way, just like my feelings for Hui Ruqing. I will never blame her for once being a nun, and I will always cherish her..."

Hui Ruqing, who had been listening attentively, suddenly raised her head. "You scoundrel, here you go again..."

"Surprised?" Several nuns, including Hui Xin, looked at the two in astonishment.

The nuns around them also fell silent for a moment, blinking in confusion.

Hui Ruqing's face turned red and her little fists clenched tightly.

Fortunately, one persistent nun was not interested in this and curiously asked aloud, "Why didn't Miss Su learn martial arts? If she had reached the seventh or eighth rank, why bother relying on men and pleasing men?"

What kind of provocative words were these!

Shuiyue Temple was really not serious.

Xin Zhuo could only sigh, "Actually, Miss Su did learn martial arts, but her aptitude was not good enough. She got stuck at the ninth rank, and although her Nine Yin White Bone Claw was powerful, it was still slightly weaker. It's difficult to survive in the martial world."

"I see!" The nuns suddenly realized.

After that, they dispersed in groups of three or four, whispering to each other.

Soon, only Hui Ruqing remained in the meditation room.

The two locked eyes, and the atmosphere was not harmonious.

Hui Ruqing took a deep breath and suddenly took out a golden envelope from her pocket, her expression serious. "Is this yours?"

Xin Zhuo immediately touched the Autumn Palace Pavilion calligraphy he always carried with him in his pocket, only to realize that it was missing.

He always carries this thing with him. Yesterday, he wanted to take it out to scare the nuns of Shuiyue Temple, but then he thought that Shuiyue Temple doesn't seem to care about Qiugong Pavilion. It might even worsen the conflict.

But when did it end up in Huiruqing's hands?

Could it be that I lost last night?

What kind of love and hate is this?

This is ridiculous!

"In the morning, when you sat down in the hall, it squeezed out and I picked it up."

Huiruqing explained, got up and walked to the window, glanced outside, then suddenly turned back and grabbed his hand.

Her hand was soft and warm.

Before Xin Zhuo could react, she pulled him out of the door and said, "Shut up, follow me!"

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to suppress his doubts and remain silent.

Huiruqing's light body technique was very impressive. Xin Zhuo had to exert all his strength to barely catch up.

The two followed the path of the meditation room, turning and twisting, and soon arrived at a secluded spot at the back door. Opening the door, they were greeted by the desolate autumn forest.

Huiruqing turned around and stuffed the note into his arms, smiling mischievously. "Didn't you want to trick the nuns into letting you go? Let's go!"

Xin Zhuo hesitated a bit. You're acting so mysterious, it's making me a bit confused. With a thought, he said, "Could it be that you're a spy from Qiugong Pavilion? You're really good at playing mind games."

Huiruqing rolled her eyes in a unique way. "Guess."

Do you think I can guess or not?

"I'm leaving. Will the temple bother you?" Xin Zhuo asked.

Huiruqing curved her lips into a smile. "You ran away on your own. What does it have to do with me?"

"Fair enough!" Xin Zhuo took two steps back and bowed. "Thank you!"

Huiruqing looked at him seriously and said, "Remember, if you enter Qiugong Pavilion tomorrow and the temple has concerns, they won't bother you anymore. And... a grown man can't stay in the temple for long. The elders don't have any intention to kill you, otherwise Fulong Fort would have been gone long ago. Go!"

Xin Zhuo took a few steps back and turned around to leave.

A teasing voice came from behind, "I've never hugged a man before. By the way, I live in the most magnificent house in the capital. If you dare, come and flirt with me again after you're free. I'll show you a sword if you don't believe me, you little thief!"

"Haha, I'll definitely come and flirt when I have the chance. Actually, your embrace is warm and fragrant."

"Ugh! You little thief!"

...

Returning to Fulong Fort with Xiaohuang, it was already dusk, just like that evening when he was captured by Shuiyue Temple.

The kitchen is still emitting cooking smoke.

Cui Ying'er sat cross-legged on the green stone outside the village, her back straight, looking like a master. Her fox-like eyes spotted Xin Zhuo as soon as he arrived and she stood up abruptly, exclaiming, "The boss is back!"

Hearing the commotion, Murong Xiu, Huang Dagui, and a group of people rushed out of the village, their eyes shining. "The boss is back!"

Xin Zhuo stretched lazily. There's no place like home. "I'm back. What did you cook today?"

Han Qiniang smiled and said, "Braised pork with vermicelli and cabbage."

"Add two jars of Shao Daozi liquor!"

"Alright, boss."

In the assembly hall, a large pot of mixed dishes was quickly served. Each person had a bowl of food and a bowl of wine.

Cui Ying'er and the others exchanged glances. "Boss, did you really go to the Autumn Palace?"

Speaking of this, Xin Zhuo put down his chopsticks. "No, I went on a two-day trip to the Water Moon Temple."

Before the others could ask curiously, he continued, "But I've decided to go to the Autumn Palace tomorrow. I'll establish my position first."

Cui Ying'er asked, "Was this decision sudden?"

"It was quite sudden, but the Autumn Palace isn't far anyway. I'll go early and come back late, treating it as a study trip."

...

Late at night, a crescent moon was covered by a thin mist, shrouding Fulong Mountain in a haze.

The mist in the valley quickly rose, obscuring everything in sight.

"Rustle..."

A strange sound, like footsteps or the dragging of an object, came closer from afar and soon reached three li away from Fulong Peak.

On the treetops, several strange birds that had been exposed to insect repellent jumped around, looking towards the depths of the mist. Then, as if they were startled, they fluttered away, only to fall to the ground a few zhang away, turning into blackened skeletons.

"Rustle..."

Two figures slowly emerged from the mist, exuding an intense blood qi and killing intent.

These two people resembled demons, their eyes slightly red, making it impossible to determine their age. Their hair was disheveled, one fat like a winter melon and the other thin like a chopstick.

However, they were wearing peculiar old-style armor, with bloodstains and rust mixed together, making it difficult to distinguish between the two.

Clearly, they were two old soldiers who had experienced countless battles.

At this moment, the two looked at the dozen or so thatched cottages in Fulong Village.

Fatty raised his hand, and with the clattering of armor, a shapeless red mist floated out, initially as thick as a bowl, but gradually spreading out. Along the way, trees and thorns withered and withered.

Skinny picked up a dry and rough old bow and a crooked arrow from behind him, drew the bow to full moon, as if it contained some kind of great momentum, causing the surrounding forest within three or four li to tilt slightly backward.

A vast True Qi soared into the sky.

"Swoosh—"

The arrow left the bowstring, carrying an incomparably majestic momentum, heading straight for Fulong Village. Even halfway through, it emitted a terrifying aura that made people's hearts tremble, affecting several zhang in width. It could even flatten a mountain.

The momentum of the arrow and the poison was so great that it almost enveloped Fulong Peak like an ant.

Just as the "ant" was about to turn into dust, a clear chant suddenly came from a distance:

"Between mountains and rivers, I find this eternity."

Between Fulong Peak and the arrow and poison, a hazy landscape painting suddenly appeared, undulating and fluctuating.

Unfortunately, the arrow and poison seemed to have entered the water flow, disappearing into thin air.

In an instant, the world returned to calm.

The two old soldiers looked indifferently towards the mist in the southwest.

Fatty's voice was deep but devoid of any emotion. "White Crane Hill in the Western Regions?"

"Eight hundred thousand old soldiers of Nanli, only seven remain, having absorbed the blood qi of eight hundred thousand robes, they have finally become Grand Great Masters. What's the matter with the two of you coming to deal with a small thief?"

"The princess is in turmoil, and the Seven Days of Qingyu is in chaos. This person must be killed!"

"A girl is still a human being. How can she not have desires? Without desires, the Seven Days of Qingyu cannot be cultivated."

"Is White Crane Hill really concerned about this matter?"

"White Crane Hill doesn't care, but the thirteen divisions do!"

"So it's Mr. Dongfang!"

The faces of the two old soldiers finally showed some changes, and they cupped their fists in salute.

A voice in the mist said, "The Great Master of the Yi Clan is coming. The old nun is probably no match!"

The two old soldiers remained silent for three breaths, then turned and walked into the mist, their movements in perfect harmony.

Afterwards, the mountains and forests returned to complete tranquility.

"Hoo—"

In a room in Fulong Village, Xin Zhuo suddenly sat up, looking around in surprise, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead in astonishment.

In the next twenty chapters, a big plot will be set up. Regardless of the ambiguity or the women, it's all a facade. It might be a bit boring, but the life and death situation will definitely be exciting. Please read it through. If it's not good, you can scold me.

(End of this chapter)