Minglong

Chapter 447 Wow!

It's getting dark.

After finishing the tasks assigned by his master, Nangong Ye returned to the Marquis's residence alone, pondering along the way how to subtly influence Ah Huan to bring the Valkyrie into the household as soon as possible.

But when they reached the gate of the Marquis's mansion, they were startled by a commotion:

"You little brat, could you possibly be Xie's confidante?"

"Who are you calling a little kid?!"

"His height isn't even as high as the threshold, who do you think I'm talking about..."

"Huh?! You ugly freak, you're asking for it..."

……

Nangong Ye was slightly taken aback and quickly stepped forward to take a look. He saw the shifty-eyed Steward Hou standing on the steps outside the gate, holding a folding fan and striking a domineering punch stance.

The little girl with braided hair, carrying a bundle on her shoulder, was furious, her face ashen, and she was about to charge forward with a five-foot-long sword in her hand.

"Hey? Stop!"

Nangong Ye leaped forward to stop Xiao Biao, then looked at the fearless Steward Hou:

“This is a distinguished guest of the Marquis’s residence. How can you treat him with such disrespect?”

"is it?"

Butler Hou only stopped his imposing manner when he saw Nangong Ye, and he was half-believing and half-doubting:
"This little brat just came over and immediately said she was Xie's friend. I thought to myself, Xie is tall and strong, and to have such a confidante is like a fine horse paired with a short donkey..."

"Hey?! You...you...I'll fight you to the death!"

Choking——

Jiang Xian immediately flew into a rage and drew her sword, ready to kill the old bastard.

Nangong Ye knew that Steward Hou was mentally unstable; he dared to spout nonsense even in front of the Emperor, let alone now. He quickly grabbed Jiang Xian's small waist and carried her into the house like a baby, repeatedly comforting her:

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. This is the steward of the Princess's residence, not Xie Jinhuan's man. He suffered a mental injury before, so he's always spoken like this..."

Jiang Xian was so angry that her head was spinning. After being pulled behind the screen wall and out of sight, she finally turned her gaze:
"How could the Princess have chosen such a steward? He's short and clumsy, with no threshold at all! Am I that short?! If I see him again, I'll break his legs..."

"Uh……"

Nangong Ye's figure and temperament are unmatched. Standing in front of Xie Jinhuan, he looks like a big car running over a child. When he holds Jiang Xian, it's like a big mother holding a little girl, and she looks so tiny.

However, if Miss Xiao Biao said this to his face, she would probably be so angry that she would return to Northern Zhou. So, she smiled and said:

"How could that be? Butler Hou is just talking nonsense. Don't you live in Fengyi River? Why did you bring your luggage here? Are you not used to living there?"

Jiang Xian couldn't very well admit to being rebellious, so she simply said:
"I'm unfamiliar with this place, and I'm a little scared to live alone, so I came to take a look. If it's inconvenient, I'll find a place outside..."

“How could it be inconvenient? Your master was just afraid you would feel cheated, so he specially arranged a place for you to stay. I’m overjoyed that you’re willing to stay here.”

Nangong Ye thought Jiang Xian must be her junior sister. He spoke very kindly and comforted her for a few words before taking her to the inner courtyard, where Xie Jinhuan was to arrange a room for her.

When the two arrived at the back of the Marquis's residence, they found the main house quiet, except for Mo Mo in a white dress, who was carrying a large coal ball and standing in front of the plaque that read "Upright Gentleman," seemingly lost in thought.

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Nangong Ye hadn't communicated with Qingmo since the last alignment of the nine stars. Seeing this, his expression stiffened, but he still greeted her:

"Qingmo, why are you here alone? Where is Xie Jinhuan?"

"Huh? Master!"

Linghu Qingmo quickly withdrew his improper thoughts, turned around and bowed, then glanced at Jiang Xian, who was carrying a bundle on her back:
"Little Biao, you're here too? Please come in quickly. Xie Jinhuan should be painting in the west wing. Coal Ball, go and call him."

"Gooji!"

Upon receiving the order, Coal Ball immediately flew towards the west wing.

Jiang Xian, having been captivated by Xie Jinhuan's figurine paintings, became interested upon hearing the sound and followed him over.

"Miss Linghu, you don't need to call me, I'll wander around by myself. Coal Ball, wait for me..."

"Gu..."

Seeing this, Nangong Ye actually wanted to follow, but Jiang Xian disappeared in a flash, and Qing Mo still looked complicated and hesitant to speak. She could only stay where she was, trying her best to remain calm:
"I just went back to Zihui Mountain and got back. How have you been lately?"

When Linghu Qingmo saw his master again, he found it hard to believe, to be honest, that the icy female swordswoman he had admired since childhood could actually be...

Ugh……

Linghu Qingmo didn't dare recall the feeling of having to keep a low profile. After hesitating for a moment, he asked indirectly:

"I'm doing well lately. Hmm... Master went to the North this time and met with Grandmaster, right? What did Grandmaster say?"

Upon hearing this, Nangong Ye's expression became quite complicated. He pulled Qingmo to sit down in the main hall.

“Qingmo, your grandmaster said that your talent far surpasses mine, and that even with my level of cultivation, I probably couldn’t teach you…”

?

Linghu Qingmo was stunned and said in disbelief:
"Master wants to expel me from the sect?"

"how come!"

Nangong Ye quickly waved his hand and said earnestly:
"Grandmaster was just praising you, saying that you are more suitable to inherit the position of sect leader and shoulder the responsibility of leading the Dan Ding Sect in the future..."

"So, does your master intend to expel you from the sect?"

Linghu Qingmo's eyes narrowed slightly:
"How can this be! Master only made a mistake that many women make..."

?

Nangong Ye felt that the mistake she made was something an ordinary woman might not even be able to do, even a witch from the sorcerer cult would have struggled with it. But now was not the time for jokes, so Nangong Ye raised his hand to stop talking:
"No, well... I've never actually met Master before. My eldest brother took on the role of disciple on behalf of Master when we went up the mountain. Your situation is the same as mine. I realized I couldn't teach him, so I took on the role of disciple on behalf of Master, which is normal..."

"..."

Linghu Qingmo blinked, finally understanding what he meant:
"Does that mean my master wants to take me as his disciple directly? Then I'll have to call my master 'senior sister' from now on? How can that be? My master has taught me since I was a child, and she's like a teacher to me..."

"..."

Nangong Ye felt incredibly guilty and didn't know how to respond.

But now that things have come to this, we have to give a reasonable explanation to the public, otherwise how can we face people in the future?

"Your grandmaster was just talking; the specifics haven't been decided yet. If he really intends to arrange things this way, it will be easier to explain things to outsiders..."

"..."

Linghu Qingmo wasn't stupid; she understood that her master couldn't solve the problem, so he resolved their identities, but she still wanted to be with Xie Jinhuan.

She had actually guessed this outcome, and had intended to ask about the previous 'nine-star alignment', but suddenly heard a voice from afar:
"what?!"

"Fuck..."

……

The master and apprentice were both startled, staring blankly towards the west wing...
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On the other side, the west wing.

Jiang Xian carried a large coal ball to the corridor outside the west wing. She was wondering how to explain to Young Master Xie the kiss she had given him in a fit of anger last time.

But after turning through the veranda, they found a beautiful and ethereal young lady outside the study in the west wing, holding a painting in both hands and admiring it in the setting sun.

The big-eyed woman with gold-rimmed glasses stood by and watched, but her gaze kept drifting towards the house behind her.

Inside the study, the writing brushes, ink, paper, inkstone, and even the teacup were all in their original places, but it was empty and there was no trace of Xie Jinhuan. Instead, one could faintly sense that there was some subtle movement coming from the bedroom next door.

Although Jiang Xian didn't know her past, her physical attributes were still there. Without investigating further, she overheard a barely perceptible conversation:

"How about forgetting it?"

"It's alright, Wanyi is sensible, she won't come in..."

……

Jiang Xian looked slightly puzzled, put down the coal briquette, and gestured for them not to move around easily. Then, like a kitten, she crept up behind the Lin family mother and daughter to examine them. It was clear that the painting depicted a red-haired, blue-eyed Hu woman and a young girl of about sixteen.

Because the painting was so lifelike, Lin Zisu was still praising it:

"It's so beautiful. If Xie Lang were to draw the illustrations for 'The Secret History of Empress Guo,' even just..."

"Pah~ That would turn into a sex show..."

"Did your aunt see it too?"

"You're always holding a book in front of me, how could you not see me?"

"Hee~"

……

Jiang Xian blinked, memorized the number of "The Secret History of Empress Guo", and then silently went into the house and came to the bedroom.

Although the door was closed, Jiang Xian possessed many supernatural abilities granted by an invisible force. By simply closing his eyes and carefully perceiving the surroundings, his divine sense revealed the situation inside the room:

A handsome and aloof young man with an extraordinary bearing stood behind the screen, a brocade white robe draped over a clothes rack, seemingly changing his clothes. His broad chest, back, and even waistline were simply—wow!

But the robe had already been taken off, and the new clothes had not been put on.

The sophisticated, bespectacled woman who was originally helping me change clothes leaned against me, our lips met, and her hands, which were already quite restless, grasped mine…

Wow……

?

Jiang Xian's face flushed red instantly. She wanted to avoid the scene, but at the same time, she noticed that the Empress Dowager, dressed in an exotic gauze dress, was standing with her back to the screen, her face slightly red and her expression complicated. She was also looking around, wondering if she had noticed someone spying on her...

Hey?
Jiang Xian was completely baffled, not understanding what the three were doing. Then, in the next instant, everything went black, and she was instantly logged off...

……

zizi~
Xie Jinhuan was a little nervous when he heard Zisu's words outside the window, but Sister Bu was very kind to him. She hadn't coaxed him well earlier, and he hadn't been able to show respect to his master either. So, taking advantage of the time when Zisu was out, he let her come into the room under the pretext of washing her hands after finishing her painting.

Because of the time crunch, Sister Bu worked incredibly hard, but as a martial artist at the Dragon Soaring Realm, how could he possibly defeat Ah Huan in three moves without personally getting involved?

Seeing that there was no movement for a while, Empress Dowager Guo became a little nervous and glanced back slightly:

"Maybe we should forget about it and talk about it tonight."

"It'll be ready soon..."

Bu Yuehua has already suffered so much injustice, she can't just give up halfway and waste her efforts, she still wants to finish what she has to do.

Xie Jinhuan also wanted to cooperate, but this matter couldn't be rushed. Just as she was getting into the mood, she suddenly noticed that the ghost, who had been missing all day, had silently appeared behind the screen, arms crossed, her eyes filled with a motherly concern.

"Yuehua can't accomplish this alone in a short time. Do you need my help, sister?"

Xie Jinhuan was flattered and immediately believed the ghost's nonsense, nodding slightly with expectant eyes.

Ye Hongshang, having offered to help, naturally wouldn't be stingy. Her red dress silently faded, revealing a magnificent figure. She then performed a high-legged split, pressing her leg against Ah Huan's shoulder, her exquisitely sculpted figure pressing down...

?

Xie Jinhuan's pupils contracted slightly. Realizing that Sister Bu couldn't see him, he clenched his hands and moved down a bit, making a few feet of distance for A Piao...

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(End of this chapter)