Now I really have to marry the princess.

Chapter 109 Like Two Twin Red Lotuses (Revised)

That night, the lights were dim, and the study was quiet.

Naza blushed and sneaked into the room.

She even went so far as to bring out a tea tray, saying, "Master, tea."

Yang Zhengdao, intending to tease her, casually picked up a scroll and hummed in response without looking up.

Naza placed the teacup on the desk, gave her master a resentful look as he intently read, and could only quietly leave the study.

Did the master not mean that?

She suddenly felt a sense of loss.

Just as she was about to retreat to the door, she turned back for one last look, unwilling to give up.

She couldn't help but feel a surge of joy.

"Master, you're holding the book upside down."

Yang Zhengdao, who had been keeping an eye on Nazha, hadn't even looked at the scroll. But Nazha's exposure of his true intentions made him furious.

"Nazha, come here!" He slapped Nazha's pert bottom. "Today I'll teach you the fun of reading books backwards."

Naza gasped in surprise, showing no fear whatsoever, but rather anticipation in her eyes.

Her sweet, cloying voice said, "Master, please teach Naza."

"Stand on the tatami!"

Naza obediently took off her boots and stood on the couch.

The white stockings were clearly new ones she had deliberately changed into.

The translucent light silk wrapped around her delicate, slender feet, as smooth and lustrous as jade.

Yang Zhengdao squatted down, opened the book on the couch, and placed it behind Nazha.

Then, he suddenly grabbed that porcelain-white ankle.

Naza froze, and couldn't help but let out a soft moan: "Master—"

"Stand with your feet together and legs straight. Slowly bend forward, allowing your back to extend naturally."

Naza bent down, slowly lowering herself.

Her waist was supple, and her body easily pressed against those straight, slender legs.

Yang Zhengdao nodded in satisfaction: "Hmm, not bad! Excellent flexibility. Relax your head and let it hang down, then grip your ankles with both hands. This is called a standing forward bend!"

After saying that, he began to examine the items like a serious coach.

Unfortunately, the Tang Dynasty did not have yoga pants.

Naza naturally had no idea what the yoga pants Yang Zhengdao was thinking of were.

However, she truly felt the inconvenience of Tang Dynasty clothing for modern martial arts.

Her trousers were made of fine, soft satin, which, although soft to the touch, had very poor elasticity.

So the soft satin clung tightly to my body, especially around my hips and buttocks, pulling at the thin silk and making me feel very uncomfortable.

Seeing the gaze sweep over her by her master, she felt both ashamed and excited, and her whole face burned.

Yang Zhengdao was very satisfied, thinking that even the dance students of later generations could not compare.

Naza wanted to get up and couldn't help but ask, "Master, how do you read the book backwards?"

"Huh?!" Yang Zhengdao was taken aback; he had almost forgotten about this.

He then laughed and said, "That's easy. Just spread your legs slightly, and you'll see that the scroll is upside down."

"Oh!" Naza obediently did as she was told, and sure enough, she saw that the scroll behind her was reversed.

But with this movement, the thin silk gauze tightened even more.

She frowned, her voice trembling with a hint of tears, and pleaded, "Master, I see, the book is upside down. Can I get up?"

Yang Zhengdao cleared his throat lightly: "The higher you look up to it, the more unfathomable it becomes; the deeper you delve into it, the more solid it becomes! It appears before you, and suddenly it's behind you. You must finish reading this entire volume!"

Naza could only twist her waist slightly to begin reading the scroll behind her.

"Look at the bend of the Qi River, where green bamboos grow luxuriantly. There stands a virtuous gentleman, refined and polished, like jade cut and carved. Solemn and dignified, so bright and imposing. Such a virtuous gentleman, I can never forget him."

"Nazha, remember this well! Confucius once said, 'Learning is like cutting and polishing jade; self-cultivation is like carving and grinding.'"

"Yes, Master!" Naza had no one to spar with at the moment, so she could only ponder and refine her knowledge. This teacher's teachings were indeed obscure.

Yang Zhengdao gave earnest advice as he walked up behind Nazha.

The robe with the missing hips was already short, and when Nazha bent over and pulled it, the hem could no longer cover it.

Perhaps it was because the soft satin was too smooth that the lines were clearly defined, winding and graceful, and easy to see at a glance.

In this scene, up close it is enchanting, from afar it is hopeful; it fills the eye with beauty, and is truly virtuous. Her appearance is full and dignified, her face as warm and smooth as jade.

Naza suddenly felt a tingling sensation, perhaps from being sweaty, as if ants were crawling across her.

She could only plead, "Master, I want to scratch my itch!"

"The higher you look up to it, the more solid it becomes; the deeper you delve into it, the more unbreakable it becomes. And you must not give up halfway."

Naza could only blush and endure it, as if being carefully examined.

Yang Zhengdao was very satisfied with Nazha's hard work and perseverance.

Suddenly, his heart tightened.

Naza's hidden ailment had indeed not yet healed.

The Yellow Emperor's Inner Classic states: "When heat prevails, swelling occurs; when dampness prevails, diarrhea occurs."

When the dampness is excessive, it feels like being soaked or dribbled.

"Nazha, it seems your hidden illness has relapsed."

Naza was startled, her voice trembling with fear: "Master, can this hidden ailment be cured completely?"

Yang Zhengdao pondered for a moment, then shook his head and said, "I can only give it a try."

He took out a silk handkerchief and covered Naza's eyes.

Just then, there was a soft creaking sound from the window.

A figure flashed into the room; it was Su Hongyi.

Seeing Su Hongyi blush, Yang Zhengdao's lips curled up slightly.

He turned to Nazha and said, "No matter what happens next, you must not pull off the handkerchief!"

"Yes, Master!"

Naza, lost in darkness, had a sly smile playing on her lips.

She knew it was the woman in red because she could smell the faint fragrance on her, just like that night.

Then she heard a soft moan.

Curious about what her master and the woman in red were doing, she couldn't help but ask, "Master, when will you heal me?"

"Almost done. I need to circulate my energy first to ignite the Nine Yang Heavenly Fire."

Naza looked on with anticipation, a faint smile appearing on her face.

The next moment her expression froze, and she couldn't help but bite her lip.

A surge of scorching pure yang fire rushed from her acupoints along her meridians, spreading throughout her limbs and bones, cleansing the dampness and yin energy within her body.

Yang Zhengdao was worried that Nazha could not withstand the power of the heavenly fire, so he reminded her, "The disease is in the skin; if it is not treated, it will become more serious."

Naza obediently hummed in agreement, as her master had said that one should not avoid seeking medical help when ill.

If it can be cured completely, it would be worth dying for!

For a long time, it seemed like a very long time.

The dampness in Naza's body was warmed by the pure yang heavenly fire, becoming much more gentle.

She finally felt alive again!

In her hazy state, she seemed to hear the woman in red reading aloud: "The higher you look up to it, the more solid it becomes; the closer you delve into it, the more unbreakable it becomes; it is before you, and suddenly it is behind you. The Master patiently and skillfully guides people—"

A smile involuntarily appeared on her lips; it seemed her master had told her this story before.

But she had no time to think about anything else; she just wanted to lie on the couch and rest for a while.

Seeing that Nazha seemed to be falling into a deep sleep, Su Hongyi also felt drowsy and tired.

Unable to resist, she lay down next to Nazha.

It really is:

Twin blossoms, intertwined branches, innocent and pure, pink petals and red tips shyly unfurling. Standing gracefully amidst the deep green waves, their reflections shimmering in the rippling blue water.

Their love is intertwined, like lotus roots linked by silk threads; their affection is stirred by the flowers, and they linger together. No earthly painting can capture their beauty; they are like two fairies descended from a jade terrace.