The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Qin Minglan stared wide-eyed at Wang Long as if he were a madman.

"What did you say?!"

Wang Long lay on the bed, his chest pressed down by Qin Minglan, looking like a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, and grinned.

"Young Miss, I've made myself clear enough. Either you become my disciple, or you give me a kiss. Choose one."

"You know, there's no such thing as a free lunch."

Wang Long didn't care. He was useful to the Marquis's mansion now. Even if Qin Minglan was arrogant, she would consider the gains and losses of the Marquis's mansion first and not cause trouble for Luo Hanyi.

Qin Minglan's face flushed red instantly, from her neck all the way to her ears.

She had never had such intimate contact with any man before, let alone this dirty, wrinkled old man who had raised horses for sixty years!

Luo Hanyi planted this idea in the ground for everyone who had it.

"You...you're being insolent!"

Enraged, Qin Minglan unleashed her violent spiritual power without reservation.

"You old fool, are you... are you insane? Aren't you afraid I'll beat you to death?"

Faced with Qin Minglan's intimidating presence, Wang Long remained indifferent, his tone resolute.

"Young lady is the mistress, and this old servant is the servant. If you wish to strike, this old servant will naturally accept it, but the sword technique must never be easily kept secret!"

"you--"

Qin Minglan was so angry that she trembled all over, her fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

She really wanted to punch that old man's head and smash it open.

Qin Minglan bit her lip, her almond-shaped eyes filled with struggle.

She likes swords.

From the moment she first saw swordsmen dueling when she was five years old, she became completely fascinated by swords.

However, the Marquis's mansion has no skilled swordsmen, nor any powerful sword techniques.

She could only practice haphazardly on her own. Although she became a third-rank martial artist through talent and hard work, she knew that her swordsmanship was far from perfect.

She was completely stunned when she saw Wang Long's sword strike today.

A sword aura, silent and stealthy, pierced through the tree trunk three zhang away.

That was the sword technique she had always been searching for!

Qin Minglan took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Take another deep breath, then exhale.

Her face flushed red, then turned white, then red again, like a changing expression.

Wang Long lay there, watching her struggle, and found it somewhat amusing.

This little brat, who usually acts arrogantly and doesn't respect anyone, is now so conflicted about sword techniques.

"Young Miss, why don't you consider becoming my apprentice? Although I am of lowly status, I am more than capable of teaching you sword techniques—"

"Shut up!"

Qin Minglan interrupted him with a sharp rebuke.

She closed her eyes, her chest heaving violently, as if making some important decision.

silence.

The only sound in the courtyard was the rustling of bamboo leaves in the wind.

After a long while, Qin Minglan suddenly opened her eyes.

A resolute glint flashed in Xing's eyes.

"You old fool, listen to me carefully."

Her voice trembled slightly, but she forced herself to maintain her composure.

"If even a single word of what happened today gets out, I'll make you wish you were dead!"

As soon as she finished speaking, she leaned down, closed her eyes, and quickly touched Wang Long's face with her lips.

The touch was as light as a feather brushing against you, and it was gone in an instant.

Qin Minglan recoiled as if burned, turning her back to him and freezing in place.

Her ears were so red they looked like they could bleed, her breathing was rapid and disordered, and her hands were gripping the hem of her clothes tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Wang Long was stunned.

Subconsciously, I reached out and touched my cheek where I had been kissed. It was still warm and had a faint fragrance.

He originally just wanted Qin Minglan to back down.

This girl, being the eldest daughter of a marquis's family, is proud and arrogant. How could she possibly kiss a dirty old stable boy?

It's even less likely that he would become his disciple.

He thought Qin Minglan would get so angry that she would beat him up and then walk away.

Unexpectedly...

She actually kissed him.

Wang Long slowly sat up, looking at Qin Minglan's stiff back, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

"Young Miss..."

"Shut up!"

Qin Minglan's voice was urgent and sharp, but it was clearly tinged with sobs.

She took several deep breaths before turning around.

Her eyes were red, but she didn't cry.

She stared intently at Wang Long, her almond-shaped eyes filled with stubbornness and shame.

"Now that I've finished kissing you, can you teach me?"

Wang Long opened his mouth, but was speechless for a moment.

Looking at Qin Minglan's flushed ears, stubborn eyes, and slightly trembling lips, a complex emotion suddenly welled up in my heart.

This girl's dedication to swordsmanship far exceeded his expectations.

If Luo Hanyi, as his sister-in-law, found out...

Wang Long couldn't help but shudder.

"Young Miss..."

Wang Long sighed and got up from the bed.

"Aren't you afraid this old servant will deceive you? What if this old servant doesn't know any sword techniques at all?"

Qin Minglan glared at him, speaking each word clearly.

"I saw your sword strike clearly. The sword energy pierced through a three-zhang-tall tree trunk. This is no exaggeration."

"Even if you lied to me, I'll accept it."

"But if you really dare to lie to me..."

She raised her hand, and a wisp of spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips, slicing through the air with a piercing sound.

"I'll kill you."

Wang Long looked at her, remained silent for a moment, and then suddenly smiled.

"Young Miss, this old servant would not lie to you."

He walked to the desk, picked up a brush, wrote a few words on a piece of Xuan paper, and handed it to Qin Minglan.

Qin Minglan looked down and frowned.

"The Great Void Breaking Illusion Sword Technique?"

"Yes."

Wang Long nodded.

"This sword technique has nine moves in total, and this old servant has only mastered the first move so far."

"If Miss wishes to learn, this old servant can teach you the basics of the first move."

Qin Minglan's eyes lit up, then narrowed warily.

"Why are you willing to teach now? Didn't you absolutely refuse just now?"

Wang Long smiled, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Because the young lady kissed this old servant."

Qin Minglan's face flushed red again.

"you--!"

"This old servant was just joking."

Wang Long waved his hand and said seriously.

"The young lady's dedication to swordsmanship reminds this old servant of myself in my youth."

"When I was young, I was just like you, young lady, willing to do anything for a goal."

He paused, his voice lowering slightly.

"Although... in the end, it didn't work out as I wished."

Qin Minglan was stunned for a moment. Looking into Wang Long's cloudy eyes, she suddenly felt that there were many things about this old stable boy that she couldn't understand.

"Then...when will you start teaching?"

Her voice unconsciously softened, carrying a hint of anticipation.

"Now!"

Wang Long looked very serious!

"real!?"

Upon hearing this, Qin Minglan's eyes lit up instantly, and she looked at Wang Long with anticipation.

Gone was his usual arrogance; only a yearning for sword techniques remained!

"Young Miss, please come with this old servant."

As Wang Long spoke, he walked into the courtyard, and Qin Minglan excitedly followed closely behind.

Seeing Qin Minglan's excited and adorable appearance, Wang Long's lips curled into a slight smile.

He taught the girl because she wanted to learn, and their relationship had unknowingly deepened.

Now that Qin Minglan can kiss him, Wang Long is confident that it won't be long before he can trick the girl into bed.