Douluo: I have too many clones

Chapter 793 Qingque: This time we've really lost everything.

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"This is a measuring chart!"

Qingque gestured with her hand, then looked at Nan Fusheng with a provocative expression and said, "I would like to measure Lord Fusheng's capacity. I wonder if you dare to accept. But I estimate that you are at most about 5cm."

As she spoke, she deliberately gestured a small distance between her thumb and forefinger, her expression clearly a provocation.

"Okay, how do you want to bet?"

No man could tolerate such a provocation, and Nan Fusheng was no exception; he immediately accepted her challenge.

A smug look immediately appeared on Qingque's face as she said, "I want to gamble with you on cards. You should know about Di Yuan Qiong Yu, right? Let's gamble on that!"

"Imperial Jade? Isn't that something that requires four people to play with?"

Nan Fusheng looked at her with a puzzled expression. Although he had never played the Imperial Jade Tablet, he knew that its rules were similar to those of Mahjong, and that it should theoretically require four people to play.

"Hmph~ Imperial Jade is not such an inconvenient thing. I have already improved this game. Not only can four people play, but there are also three-player and two-player versions. Today, let's settle this with the two-player version."

Qingque looked at Nan Fusheng with a smug expression, and then began to explain the rules of the two-player version of Di Yuan Qiong Yu to him in detail.

"I see." Nan Fusheng listened, seemingly understanding but not quite, and then asked, "Then how is the outcome determined?"

"The match will be decided in three rounds; we'll see who wins the most points at the end!"

Seeing Nan Fusheng's clueless attitude towards the rules, Qingque was secretly delighted, feeling that she had the game in the bag.

She might feel a little apprehensive playing other games, but against a novice like Nan Fusheng who didn't know much about the rules, she was absolutely confident she could win easily.

Moreover, this game was the Imperial Jade Palace, which she had meticulously modified; she simply couldn't think of any reason why she would lose.

Nan Fusheng listened attentively to Qingque's explanation of the rules, seemingly casual, but in fact he had memorized every detail.

He knew what Qingque was up to—she thought he was unfamiliar with the rules and wanted to take advantage of him. But he wouldn't let Qingque have his way. He accepted the bet, and he was determined to win.

After Qingque finished explaining the rules, she looked up at Nan Fusheng and asked, "Did you understand the rules? If you didn't, I can explain them again so you won't think I'm bullying you."

Nan Fusheng smiled faintly: "No need, I've already memorized the rules. When do we begin?"

Seeing that Nan Fusheng was so agreeable, Qingque said no more: "In that case, let's begin now."

As she spoke, she took out a set of Imperial Jade from her personal storage soul tool.

This jade pendant is smooth and lustrous, with a translucent jade texture and fine cloud patterns carved along the edges, making it clear at a glance that it is a finely crafted item.

Although Qingque's cultivation level was high enough to condense Imperial Jade from her own feathers, to avoid any suspicion of cheating, she specially commissioned a skilled craftsman to make several decks of cards to carry with her. The deck she took out at this moment was the one she was most comfortable with.

Qingque carefully shuffled the cards and then dealt them out. "Alright, let's begin the first round."

As soon as the game began, Nan Fusheng calmly fiddled with the cards in his hand. After a short while, he lightly tapped the table and said in a deep voice, "Kong, Big Four Winds, 88 points."

Nan Fusheng won the first game.

"Well done, Lord Fusheng, you're quite lucky." A hint of surprise flashed across Qingque's face, and then a flame of eager anticipation ignited in her bright eyes.

While it's sometimes fun to beat weak opponents, it's not satisfying to win against someone with no skill. But seeing Nan Fusheng showing his strength now, she felt a sense of excitement at meeting a worthy opponent.

"Second round, begin."

In this round, Nan Fusheng moved even faster. He laid out his cards, revealing the face of the deck:

"A set of four of a kind (88 points) + four of a kind (88 points) + all honors (64 points) + four concealed triplets (64 points), plus additional points such as winning on a set and a miraculous comeback, totaling 321 points."

Nan Fusheng won the second game again!

Qingque's smile gradually froze, and her fingers gripping the cards tightened slightly, but she still forced herself to say, "Not bad, Master Fusheng, you must be in the newbie protection period, which is why you have this luck."

Nan Fusheng looked at her, raised an eyebrow slightly and said, "Qingque, I think we shouldn't continue the competition. Although I don't know much about Diyuan Qiongyu, judging from the current number of rounds, you have no chance of turning the tables."

"Who said that!"

Upon hearing this, Qingque straightened her back immediately, her tone full of defiance: "Don't underestimate me. There's still one last round. The Path of Imperial Jade is not as simple as you think. Watch how I turn the tables and win back all the previous rounds."

The third round begins!
Qingque was concentrating on arranging the cards in her hand when she heard Nan Fusheng's steady voice from across the table. Her fingertips had just touched the edge of the first card when she heard Nan Fusheng's steady voice from across the table.

She looked up and saw that Nan Fusheng had laid out his cards on the table. The cards were a perfect hand – four wind cards in a neat set, all honor cards of the same suit, and the rare "Seven Stars of Joy" hand.

"Heavenly Hand + Four of a Kind + All Honors... plus Seven Stars, totaling 912 points." Nan Fusheng's voice was not loud, but it clearly reached Qingque's ears.

(PS: A "Heavenly Hand" is when the dealer wins with their starting hand. The author doesn't know much about mahjong, so this will be skipped quickly.)
"boom!"

Before Qingque could even arrange the Imperial Jade in his hand, the sudden Heavenly Hand caused him to tremble, and the entire deck of cards slipped from his hand, scattering on the ground with a series of chaotic clanging sounds.

The jade pendants rolled all over the floor, some even hitting the table legs and making a crisp echo.

"No, it can't be!"

Qingque's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief. She bent down to look at the cards on the ground, then suddenly looked up at Nan Fusheng, her tone filled with urgency and suspicion, "Lord Fusheng, are you playing cards with your lifespan? Or... are you cheating!"

“Hey, you can’t say that.” Nan Fusheng shrugged, looking completely at ease. “I didn’t cheat. Besides, you brought this deck of cards yourself, and you shuffled and dealt the cards the whole time. If I wanted to tamper with it, it wouldn’t be that easy for me.”

Qingque was speechless for a moment. Looking at the jade tablets scattered on the ground and then at Nan Fusheng's calm and composed appearance, she felt as if something was blocking her heart.

She had originally planned to turn the tide in the third game, but she didn't expect her opponent to have such incredible luck. It was so unbelievable that she couldn't accept it for a while.

"I...I lost." Qingque lowered her head, her voice filled with barely concealed dejection. "From now on, the Way of Imperial Jade will be inherited by Lord Fusheng. I, the so-called 'God of Cards,' should retire now."

After saying that, she solemnly cupped her hands to Nan Fusheng, her posture full of acceptance of defeat, and then turned around and walked slowly towards the door.

The figure looked rather desolate, as if the spirited young girl from just moments ago had been drained of all her energy by a series of setbacks.

Looking at her distraught appearance, Nan Fusheng showed no mercy. Instead, he stepped forward, grabbed her wrist, and said in a deep voice, "Wait, Qingque, have you forgotten something?"

Qingque Σ()'s body trembled slightly, as if she had been abruptly pulled back to reality by those words. She slowly turned around, her eyes darting around, and her tone carrying a deliberate air of confusion: "Forgot what? I don't quite understand what you mean, Lord Fusheng."

“You said before that if you lost, you would be at my mercy.” Nan Fusheng’s gaze was open and honest as he said, word by word, “Now that the game is over, you should keep your promise.”

Upon hearing this, Qingque forced a smile, trying to bluff her way out: "Haha... Lord Fusheng is too kind. My mere two ounces of meat is hardly worthy of your attention."

"You can't say that."

Nan Fusheng held her wrist tightly, his tone carrying a deeper meaning, "Even a mosquito is still meat, and putting everything else aside, Qingque, you are a beautiful and intelligent young woman, how could you be 'merely two ounces of meat'?"

"It's like meat being delivered to your door, why not take it?" Nan Fusheng hadn't forgotten Qingque's mockery just now, and now was the perfect time to let her taste the flavor of keeping her word. "Qingque, today I'll show you my magnanimity, and I also want to see how your 'belly-into-the-womb' progress is."

Seeing that she couldn't avoid it, Qingque simply straightened her back and put on a "what's the use of trying" look.

She turned and walked to the bed in the inner room, lay down directly, spread her limbs out in a starfish shape, closed her eyes and said, "Come on, Lord Fusheng. Don't be too kind to me, just take out your little syringe."

Seeing that she was still provoking him, Nan Fusheng didn't tolerate it. "Qingque, I won't show any mercy."

As he spoke, he took out the prepared tool "っ" from the box.

“Eh~(д)”

Qingque suddenly opened her eyes, and when she saw the syringe in Nan Fusheng's hand, her pupils contracted sharply, her face drained of color, and she was filled with terror. "Lord Fusheng, are you sure you're not mistaken? This...this syringe is the wrong size!"

Her voice trembled, filled with disbelief and panic, "Are you...you want to kill me?"

"Don't worry, Qingque, the pain is only temporary and will soon fly away."

"No! You're lying!" Qingque hurriedly shook her head, trying to move off the couch. "At least... at least give me some time to prepare!"

"Too late." Nan Fusheng pressed down on her shoulders, preventing her from moving, his voice carrying an unyielding resolve. "I'm here, Qingque."
"Ya~" (Д`)
A short, sharp scream shattered the silence of the room. As the syringe pierced her skin, Qingque's body tensed up abruptly, then slumped back down.

A moment later, when the needle was pulled out, bright red bloodstains were left on her fair skin.

"Waaaaah, I've really lost everything this time."

……

On the other side, Zheng Yiran, who had been sent by Fors to invite Nan Fusheng to the tea party, was walking slowly along the corridor.

The flickering candlelight in the corridor cast her shadow on the wall, sometimes long, sometimes short. A faint fragrance filled the air, but it couldn't suppress the vague unease in her heart.

"He should be in his room, right?" Zheng Yiran muttered softly as she walked towards Nan Fusheng's residence.

As her bodyguard, she and Wu Siduo should have been inseparable, but these days, she felt that the two of them were more like companions to Xu Xiaoyan to relieve her boredom, completely losing the serious demeanor that a bodyguard should have.

Initially, she and Wu Siduo were firmly against being too far away from Nan Fusheng. In their view, being close meant staying by his side at all times to guard against any potential risks.

But it wasn't until the purple-haired girl named Xilin showed her skills and easily "tamed" the two of them that they suddenly realized that Nan Fusheng already had a stronger protector by his side.

This realization left the two feeling quite uneasy. During this period, they devoted all their energy to cultivation, hoping to improve their strength as soon as possible and resume their duties as bodyguards, instead of being as ineffective as they were now.

As her thoughts wandered, Zheng Yiran had already reached Nan Fusheng's door. She raised her hand and entered a string of numbers into the keypad, and the door opened with a very soft "click".

She gently pushed open the door and slipped inside like a slithering serpent, careful not to disturb the person inside.

For some reason, I unconsciously tiptoed slightly, and even my breathing became a little lighter.

Zheng Yiran was secretly puzzled. She was only going to be alone with Nan Fusheng for a while to tell him about the tea party, so why was her heart racing so uncontrollably, as if she was hiding something she couldn't tell anyone?

Just then, a soft rustling sound came from the inner room, accompanied by a woman's panting, delicate voice: "Ugh... Lord Fusheng, be gentle... huff... don't go so fast, let... let me catch my breath..."

Zheng Yiran abruptly stopped, her body instantly freezing in place. That voice... it was clearly Qingque!

Her heart tightened, and she instinctively held her breath. A thought flashed through her mind: "Is she doing some kind of strenuous exercise?"

She quickly reassured herself. Although Qingque's voice sounded somewhat ambiguous, perhaps she was just overthinking it. Maybe her mind had been too cluttered lately, always connecting things to other possibilities, which was why she had misinterpreted even ordinary noises.

But this self-consolation couldn't stop her from taking steps forward.

Her movements became increasingly light, even her aura was completely concealed, as if she had blended into the surrounding shadows. Curiosity, like vines, entwined around her, driving her step by step closer to the inner room from which the sound was coming.

Passing through the elegantly furnished living room, at the end is the half-open bedroom door, through which a warm yellow glow shines.

Zheng Yiran tiptoed over and quietly peered through the crack—the moment she saw the scene inside, she felt as if her blood had frozen and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, sank completely.

Qingque lay by the bedside, her hair disheveled and plastered to her sweat-dampened forehead. She endured the impacts from her side, her eyes red-rimmed, and she sobbed with a tearful grievance, "Waaah... Lord Fusheng, I'm your secretary! How could you do this to me..."

Seeing her like this, Nan Fusheng knew she was putting on a dramatic performance again. He didn't go along with her, but instead lightly patted her shapely bottom, his tone teasing:

"Hmph, haven't you heard the saying? 'When there's work, the secretary does it; when there's no work... secretary.' That's one of your duties. What, are you trying to back out now?"

Qingque trembled slightly from the slap, but she was still sobbing. Tears rolled down her cheeks onto the brocade quilt, leaving a small wet patch. She dared not say anything more, only suppressed breaths rising and falling in the air.

Zheng Yiran, standing outside the door, felt her cheeks burning and even found it difficult to breathe.

"Fusheng, he actually..."

Zheng Yiran's eyes widened slightly. Reason told her that she should immediately shift her gaze and quietly leave.

But his body felt as if it were bound by invisible chains, his limbs were stiff and unresponsive, and his feet seemed rooted to the ground, unable to take a single step no matter what.

"Gulp~ So that's how it is?" Zheng Yiran felt her legs go weak, but her eyes were like a high-resolution camera, taking in everything in the room.

Inside, Nan Fusheng's attacks continued: 15cm, 20cm, 15cm, 20cm...

Then it recedes to 5cm, then deepens to 20cm... and even goes further, with an irresistible force.

"Ah~" Qingque's body tensed up suddenly, her delicate toes curling slightly on the sheets, her voice trembling slightly with barely suppressed pain: "Lord Fusheng~ you, you slow down, my stomach, it's about to hit a terrible spot~"

Stomach? How can you get to the stomach?

Zheng Yiran, peeking from outside the door, had her mouth slightly agape, her eyes filled with confusion and shock. As an expert in drugs, she naturally knew about human anatomy.

With Qingque's petite figure, how could she possibly...

This illogical description made her feel both absurd and subtly captivated by the scene, causing her cheeks to burn even more and her ears to turn bright red.

"Is this what they call a 'small bird's stomach'? It's truly extraordinary." Nan Fusheng had been putting in a lot of effort, and as expected of an imperial auspicious beast, this feeling was truly unique!

“And…” Nan Fusheng patted Qingque’s little belly, looking at the pink succubus pattern on it, and teased, “Qingque, I didn’t expect you would actually secretly draw something like this.”

"Hmm~" Qingque said in a slightly trembling voice, "I was afraid you wouldn't agree to the bet with me earlier, so I secretly drew an extra one. But I didn't expect you to agree to my challenge so readily, so..."

Qingque's words only reminded Nan Fusheng of her initial provocation. Little Qingque needed to be taught a lesson with the stick.

"Take this, Blue Sparrow."

"Yeah~"

Zheng Yiran didn't know how long she had been standing outside the door until Qingque's voice, which was both tearful and contained other meanings, came from inside again.

She suddenly came to her senses, took a step back as if burned, turned around and staggered towards the end of the corridor, completely forgetting her original purpose.

As she ran, the sounds from before seemed to still echo in her ears, and the lingering images in her mind made her cheeks burn even hotter, and her steps became somewhat unsteady.

(End of this chapter)