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

"This old servant greets the young lady."

Wang Long bowed respectfully, his posture extremely humble.

Sixty years of working as a stable boy taught him one thing—it's not shameful to bow down to the strong.

Qin Minglan walked up to Wang Long and looked down at him.

She wasn't tall, but she had a commanding presence, her almond-shaped eyes wide open like a cat with its fur standing on end.

Qin Minglan glared at Wang Long and scolded him.

"Did you, old man, upset my sister-in-law yesterday?!"

"This old servant has no..."

Wang Long quickly distanced himself from the situation, saying he had taken very good care of Luo Hanyi.

What's bothering you?

"You've already been whipped, and you still dare to talk back! Kneel down!"

Qin Minglan gave him no chance to explain, and his spiritual energy surged instantly!

Upon seeing this, Wang Long immediately prostrated himself and knelt down, adopting a very humble posture.

"Young...Young Miss! This old servant..."

Qin Minglan raised her foot and stepped on Wang Long's back. The force was not great, but it carried an undeniable pressure.

"My sister-in-law is the master, and you are the slave. If you displease her again, my fists are not to be trifled with!"

As Qin Minglan spoke, he threw a punch, and the already dilapidated stable collapsed with a crash.

"This old servant will follow the young lady's instructions."

Wang Long readily agreed.

In his heart, however, he cursed Qin Minglan to the core.

What a stubborn and unreasonable girl! You just wait, one day you'll be begging for mercy!

"snort!"

Qin Minglan snorted coldly, withdrew her foot, and asked, "How is Ta Xue's injury healing?"

Wang Long's heart skipped a beat.

Treading on snow... This could be a breakthrough to get closer to Qin Minglan.

"Don't worry, young lady. Ta Xue's leg injury has almost healed. I've been raising horses for sixty years and have never had a mistake."

Ta Xue was quietly eating hay in the corner, watching the two of them.

It had seen many grand scenes, and the collapse of the stable did not frighten it.

Qin Minglan was overjoyed to hear that Ta Xue had recovered.

Seeing this, Wang Long quickly stood up, walked to Ta Xue's side, and gently stroked its neck.

Ta Xue affectionately rubbed against Wang Long's hand and snorted.

Qin Minglan's eyes flashed with jealousy when she saw this.

Ta Xue, the horse, has a fiery temper and won't let anyone touch her except Qin Minglan and her.

Several grooms in the manor have been kicked, and that idiot Zhao Hu even had a finger bitten off by Ta Xue.

Only Wang Long could take over, and Taxue only wanted to be close to him.

Wang Long's only thought was to heal Taxue before he died, receive Luo Hanyi's reward, and enjoy his old age in peace.

But fate is fickle.

The lowly stable boy, who had been teased and humiliated by Luo Hanyi, ended up in her bed.

"You do have some skill."

"This is what this old servant should do."

Wang Long pointed to Ta Xue's calves as he spoke.

"Ta Xue's leg was badly injured a few days ago. If it is not treated in time, it could result in lifelong disability or even death."

"Since the Madam is willing to give this old servant a chance to perform, this old servant naturally dares not slack off."

"After three months of effort, we managed to save this leg. As you can see, Miss, it can walk perfectly well now."

Qin Minglan looked down and, sure enough, Ta Xue's calves were as smooth as ever, without a trace of injury.

She crouched down, reached out and touched Taxue's leg, then stood up and walked around Taxue once, her disdain gradually replaced by surprise.

"It's really healed! I came to see it a few days ago, and it was still limping!"

Qin Minglan turned to look at Wang Long, giving this dirty old stable boy a proper look for the first time.

"Your skills are truly impressive. I'm fair in my rewards and punishments, so here's your reward!"

With that, she flipped her jade-like hand, and a golden bead appeared in her palm, which she tossed directly to Wang Long.

Wang Longlian accepted the call and expressed his gratitude.

"Thank you, young lady!"

This single gold bead was worth more than Wang Long's monthly salary for a year. He was overjoyed to have struck it rich.

"I'm going to take my Ski-Treadmill out for a run. You tidy up this place!"

Qin Minglan pointed to the stable she had destroyed and gave the order.

"Yes, Miss!"

Qin Minglan flipped and leaped onto the horse's back. Ta Xue paused slightly beneath her, snorted, and gently pawed the ground with its hooves.

"Young Miss, Ta Xue has just recovered from her injuries, please don't ride too fast—"

Wang Long gave instructions.

Qin Minglan impatiently pulled on the reins and spurred the horse.

"drive!"

Treading on the snow, it let out a long neigh!

The neighing sound was not the sharp cry of an ordinary horse, but a deep and resonant one, like the roar of a dragon and the howl of a tiger, which shook the snow on the eaves of the Marquis's mansion to the ground.

Ta Xue is no ordinary horse, but a fourth-grade spirit steed!

A spirit steed is a type of spirit beast. Spirit beasts are divided into nine grades, and it is said that a ninth-grade spirit beast can transform into human form and is extremely powerful, comparable to a grandmaster.

The national guardian beast of the Great Qian Dynasty is a ninth-grade spirit beast.

With its four hooves pounding the snow, a visible shockwave exploded out from beneath its feet!

The next instant, Ta Xue transformed into a streak of azure light and rushed out of the Marquis's mansion gate!

Wang Long withdrew his gaze, looked at the chaotic state of the stable, and shouted.

"Zhao Hu!"

"Sir, we're here!"

Zhao Hu and his two companions scrambled out in front of him, looking all ingratiating.

"The stables must be repaired; the young lady wants to inspect them herself!"

Wang Long gave them a strict order.

"Don't worry, sir, I'll definitely fix it today!"

Zhao Hu and his two companions quickly pledged their loyalty, daring not to slack off, and immediately got to work.

Wang Long nodded. He used to do all the dirty and tiring work, but from this moment on, he wouldn't need to anymore.

He found a secluded spot where no one would disturb him and began to cultivate. Soon, he became completely absorbed in it.

……

Time flies.

Three days later.

child time.

Wang Long sat cross-legged on the haystack, feeling extremely hot all over.

After three days of arduous practice, with an excess of yang energy and a deficiency of yin energy, one is naturally consumed by lust!

What an overbearing technique!

After entering the basics, even ordinary cultivation of qi would result in a backlash!

If we don't reconcile the conflict as soon as possible, we can only suppress it by force, but this suppression... will harm our health!

Wang Long stood up and brushed the grass clippings off his clothes.

The three-day deadline has passed; it's time to go see Luo Hanyi.

He stepped out of the stable, the night wind carrying snowflakes stinging his face, chilly but unable to extinguish the fire in his heart.

The lights in Luo Hanyi's courtyard were still on.

Wang Long stood in the courtyard and, through the crack in the window, saw Luo Hanyi slumped over the edge of the bed, her black hair disheveled, her clothes half-undone, revealing a section of her snow-white shoulder.

Her breathing was rapid and erratic, her chest heaving violently, and her fingers gripped the sheets tightly until her knuckles turned white.

Those eyes, usually cold and sharp as knives, were now misty and flushed with an unnatural redness.

Another backlash.

Wang Long felt a chill run down his spine.

The symptoms were more severe than three days ago; blood was seeping from the corners of her mouth, clearly a result of having tasted the benefits earlier and then forcibly suppressing them for the past three days.

Without hesitation, Wang Long reached out and pushed open the door.

Luo Hanyi suddenly looked up, her captivating peach blossom eyes, filled with tears, meeting his gaze directly.

The moment their eyes met, Wang Long saw the struggle in her eyes—shame, resentment, and a hint of longing that she herself didn't even realize.