Madam, don't do this!

Chapter 387 A Line of Condensed Fat, Two Dimples Like Flushing Clouds (4000 words)

The sun blazes overhead.

A warm breeze blew by, and the slightly fuzzy green branches swayed in the wind.

With hearty laughter, Emperor Ninghe's figure gradually disappeared from everyone's sight.

Is it carefree?
Sorry?
Not willing to give in?
Having not experienced it firsthand, Song Yan didn't quite understand Emperor Ninghe's feelings.

But at least for now, Emperor Ninghe is quite satisfied and happy.

Wei Liang bowed to Song Yan and then hurriedly followed after him.

Wei Liang was very grateful that his master could resolve his inner conflict. As a eunuch who had always served Emperor Ninghe, he knew very well how much these inner conflicts tormented the emperor.

The figure grew smaller and smaller.

Only when they could see nothing more did everyone turn their attention away.

Luo Tianxuan and Luo Tianyi both had complex expressions on their faces. They had received far too much information this time, and their minds were still foggy; they would need some time to process it.

And so they silently followed in Song Yan's footsteps, hurrying back.

"Have you truly forgiven His Majesty?" Song Yan asked softly, glancing at Luo Tianxuan's expression.

Luo Tianxuan nodded, then shook her head: "It's a bit complicated. I never had a father in my life, so I didn't have any deep feelings for him. Even if I mistakenly believed that my father was beheaded by the current emperor and felt some hatred, I was suffering from tuberculosis and was tormented by illness every day. Just living was hard enough. How could I have the energy to care about so many things?"

"Moreover, all he did was to help us survive."

"The already little hatred naturally ceases to exist."

"Without hatred, how can there be forgiveness?"

"When I suddenly heard this news, even though I knew it was my father, we hadn't lived together since I was little, so he was practically a stranger to me. I couldn't accept it for a while."

"Then why did you finally agree to speak?"

Luo Tianxuan looked up at Song Yan, her eyes filled with tenderness and affection, and her smile was especially sweet: "Because, this is what my husband asked me to do."

Is that all the reason?

Fortunately, Emperor Ninghe wasn't here. If he saw Luo Tianxuan's expression now, he would definitely be jealous, right?

Song Yan realized that Luo Tianxuan was a bit love-struck... no, not just a bit, she was practically in the late stages of being love-struck.

Fortunately, the object of his romantic fantasies was himself.

I am a good person.

If you encounter those scumbags, the outcome will be terrible.

Song Yan then looked at Luo Tianyi.

Luo Tianyi blinked innocently, "Since my sister called me that, I called her that too."

Okay, maybe he's a sister-complex guy.

On the way back, the two sisters were still processing what had happened.

Mother became Aunt.

The two were still reluctant.

Luo Yuheng was truly good to them, even more so than his own daughters.

After discussing it, the two decided that neither of them would tell anyone about what had happened that day. No matter what, Luo Yuheng would always be their mother. This bond was forged through more than a decade of living together day and night, and it would not change because of the change in their identities.

Song Yan listened quietly without saying a word, and before he knew it, he had returned to Dongling City. Just as they passed a house, he asked the driver to stop. Looking up, he saw that the two characters "Mei Mansion" on the plaque were slightly faded, clearly indicating that it had not been repaired or replaced for many years.

"Husband, is something the matter?" Luo Tianxuan poked her head out from the carriage and asked softly.

"Speaking of which, on my first day in Dongling, Mei Zicong invited me to visit the Duke's mansion, but I never paid him a visit, which was somewhat impolite. Now that I've come to pay him a visit, it would be good to do so," Song Yan said casually with a smile.

"Then you may go ahead, my lord. My sisters and I will return to the Marquis's residence first. We will be leaving tomorrow, so we need to pack our things." There was no need to worry about Song Yan's safety. Luo Tianxuan knew very well that Hua Lianyue was watching over him from a place where no one else could see.

Accompanied by the clattering sound, the carriage gradually disappeared into the distance.

He tightened his clothes and walked towards the main gate of the Mei residence.

"Young master, may I ask who you are looking for?" As soon as they reached the door, the doorman hurriedly stepped forward, looked him up and down, but ultimately dared not say anything impolite. After all, the inner city of Dongling was full of high-ranking officials and nobles, none of whom he, a mere doorman, could afford to offend.

"Champion Marquis, Song Yan."

"I have come to pay my respects to General Mei Wu."

Looking for the old man?

The doorman's eyes flickered slightly, then his face was full of smiles: "So it's the Marquis. Please wait a moment, I'll report to the master right away."

After saying that, the doorman hurried into the Duke's mansion.

Song Yan raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly serious. When he mentioned Old Master Mei Wu, the doorman's pupils contracted for a moment. Although it was only for a split second, Song Yan still noticed it.

Something's definitely not right about this Duke's mansion.

Not long after, a series of hurried footsteps were heard. Looking up, a figure came into view.

Dark skin.

Tall and strong.

Who else could it be but Mei Zicong?
Upon seeing Song Yan from afar, Mei Zicong's face immediately lit up with a smile: "Brother Song, it's been so long! I've missed you terribly!" He rushed over to Song Yan, grabbed Song Yan's right hand, and pulled him into the mansion: "Brother Song promised to visit the Mei family, but so much time has passed and I haven't seen you. I was worried that the Mei family had fallen on hard times and had offended you..."

Song Yan smiled broadly: "Brother Mei, you are joking. The Mei family is a Duke's family. What right do I, a Marquis, have to look down on it?"

"These days, with beheadings, confiscations, and building mounds of skulls outside the city, life has been far too busy. I finally have a little free time, but Brother Mei has misunderstood."

Mei Zicong's lips twitched. He had naturally seen the Jingguan outside the city. Now, thinking back on it, he felt a churning in his stomach and an urge to vomit up his lunch.

Upon arriving at the Mei family's guest hall, the guests and hosts sat down.

Mei Zicong then instructed the servants to prepare a feast.

Not wanting to discuss the Jingguan (a type of mound of corpses), Mei Zicong changed the subject: "I've asked someone to find some Sanlejiang (a type of medicinal wine), Brother Song must have a few more cups later." After a pause, Mei Zicong continued: "I've recently heard some commotion in the court, Brother Song is about to return to Pingyang, is that true?"

Song Yan nodded: "I'll probably be leaving tomorrow."

A hint of joy flashed deep in Mei Zicong's eyes, but his face was full of regret: "That's a real pity. Brother Song has come all the way to Dongling. I wanted to find an opportunity to have a good get-together with you. However, a good man's ambition lies in all directions. To ride a horse on the frontier and kill the barbarians is also a great pleasure."

Song Yan smiled and said, "Brother Mei, if you are interested, you can petition His Majesty. There are many vacancies in Pingyang. If you are willing to go, you can at least become a lieutenant general. You are strong and powerful, and you have been well-versed in military strategy since childhood. Moreover, you have been taught by your grandfather. You will surely become a fierce general on the border, and being ennobled and promoted to general is just around the corner." Mei Zicong's expression stiffened slightly for a moment, and then he shook his head with some regret: "I am willing, but my grandfather is getting old and his health is deteriorating day by day. He only has me as his family. If I cannot serve him at his side at this time, it would be too unfilial."

If filial piety is brought up, then there is nothing to criticize.

As they talked, one dish after another was served on the table.

Mei Zicong even poured Song Yan a glass of wine with great enthusiasm.

After sharing a drink, Song Yan asked, seemingly casually, "Speaking of which, where is Old Master Mei?"

Mei Zicong looked somewhat distressed: "The old master has been feeling unwell lately and is currently resting in bed."

Song Yan raised an eyebrow: "Is it serious? I have some knowledge of traditional Chinese medicine. I even cured my wife's tuberculosis. Perhaps I can be of some help."

Mei Zicong shook his head: "It's nothing serious. It was just that the old man caught a cold from the heavy snow a few days ago. He fought in many battles in his younger years and has many scars on his body. When he was young, everything was fine. He could withstand snow and rain. Now that he's older, his body is a bit... He gets sick from time to time, but he's used to it."

"The doctor said that I just need to rest in bed more, so there's no need to trouble Brother Song."

"It's such a pity." Song Yan sighed. "Old Master Mei was a general during the Longtai era. He fought in the north and south all his life without ever being defeated. He is truly someone that we martial artists admire."

"It is truly a pity that I was unable to see it."

The food at the Duke's mansion was quite good, and Song Yan liked most of it. However, for some reason, Mei Zicong found it hard to swallow when he saw the meat, and occasionally he would gag. If Song Yan didn't know that he was a man, she would have suspected that he was pregnant.

Song Yan kindly inquired if he was feeling unwell, but Mei Zicong quickly waved his hand, saying he was fine, and that he had already eaten lunch, hence the discomfort... What else could he do? Was he supposed to think of the beheaded corpses at the execution ground when he saw these chunks of meat? Or the mound of corpses outside Dongling City? And then feel nauseous and unable to eat?

He's a man, after all; it's shameful for him to say something like that.

A banquet can generally be described as a happy occasion for both host and guests.

sunset.

Song Yan finally got up to say goodbye.

Perhaps he had drunk a bit too much, because he was quite tipsy.

Mei Zicong's face was flushed, and his tall body swayed unsteadily. Even so, he still personally escorted Song Yan to the door. As he watched Song Yan's figure disappear into the dimly lit street, Mei Zicong's face was still flushed, but his drunkenness vanished completely in an instant.

His brows were furrowed.

His eyes were cold and sharp.

That wretched bastard! I only made a casual, polite remark, and you actually came all this way? Not only did you come, but you didn't even bring a single gift. You just ate a lavish meal at the Duke's mansion for free, which made Mei Zicong quite distressed, since the Duke's mansion's current financial situation is hardly good.

A few breaths later, Mei Zicong smiled slightly, reverting to his usual carefree and irresponsible demeanor, and returned to the Duke's mansion.

On the other side, Song Yan, who had been swaying, had also returned to normal.

The banquet should proceed without any major issues.

But it was a bit strange that he wouldn't let me see Mei Wu.

Generally speaking, if an elder in the family is ill and someone comes to visit, it is not appropriate to refuse unless the elder is actually sick. After all, it is a gesture of goodwill from the visitor, and it would be impolite to prevent them from seeing you.

Mei Zicong was indeed not as naive as he appeared.

That's not all; even when the gatekeeper heard Song Yan mention visiting Mei Wu, the change in his expression was somewhat strange.

Mei Wu, something must have happened, and it's clearly something that shouldn't be known to me.

"Lianyue," he called softly.

The next instant, a cool breeze swept over them, and Hua Lianyue had silently appeared behind Song Yan without them noticing.

Come without a trace, go without a trace.

Even the so-called female ghosts are nothing more than this.

It was still that charming face, paired with a clear yet mature voice. Every time Song Yan saw Hua Lian Yue, his heart would involuntarily flutter slightly. The inner city was already sparsely populated, and now, with the sun setting, the streets were even more deserted. When Luo Tianxuan, Luo Tianyi, and the others were still around, Hua Lian Yue was quite well-behaved, but when the two were alone, her true personality would involuntarily be revealed.

Her almond-shaped eyes were bright and watery, charming and beautiful.

Her breathing became slightly rapid, and before Song Yan could ask anything, Hua Lian Yue pressed her body against him, her slender arms hooking around Song Yan's neck, and her soft lips pressed against Song Yan's lips.

A line of smooth, creamy skin, two cheeks flushed with rosy hues!
……

All told, this separation has lasted for several months.

Although she had appeared before Song Yan some time ago, she still had things to do, and at other times she either hid in the shadows or had other women by her side.

Such opportunities to be alone are all the more precious.

As if to release all the longing that had been building up over the years, this deep kiss felt especially intense.

Just when Song Yan felt like she was about to suffocate, the two finally separated.

soft.

Tender.

slip.

cold.

Even though the weather was gradually warming up, Hua Lianyue's lips were as cold as snowflakes, though this coldness seemed to have a unique flavor.

"The cold poison has flared up again?" Song Yan asked softly, pursing her lips.

Hua Lianyue's hair was slightly disheveled, and her cheeks were flushed. Upon hearing this, she simply nodded: "They came even faster than I expected." She had been enduring this for the past few days.

Her full, voluptuous body trembled involuntarily, whether from excitement or the stinging pain from the invasion of the cold poison, it was hard to tell. Looking up at the sky, she realized there was still some time before it was completely dark, so Hua Lian Yue took Song Yan's hand, and the two walked towards the outer city.

When the two finally stopped, they looked up and saw the Yuelai Inn.

A silver ingot is placed on the table.

The innkeeper smiled and hung a sign outside that the shop was full. As for Song Yan and Hua Lian Yue's room, it was arranged directly on the top floor. As soon as they entered the room, Hua Lian Yue's eyes were already misty, and her previously suppressed breathing turned into slightly rapid panting. She instantly wrapped her arms around Song Yan's waist, and her lips fell on Song Yan's face like raindrops.

It's not just about curing the cold poison.

As someone who had practiced the sect's secret techniques, no one knew how attractive Song Yan was to her, and no one knew the torment she had endured during this time.

The moon rises above the willow branches!

(End of this chapter)