Lin'an Never Night

Chapter 51: Half an acre of flower field in my heart
Mrs. Li remained calm and collected, and delivered five or six more fierce blows in a row.

Liu Mo didn't say a word, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted.

Mrs. Li confirmed that he had completely lost the ability to resist, then she got up and kicked Liu Mo angrily again.

"You little bastard! If I were still as angry as I was back then, I would have castrated you long ago!"

She tidied up her messy hair and held her head high. Although she was naked, she did not look embarrassed at all.

She looked like a female general standing in a pool of blood with a sword in hand.

Although the iron armor is stained with blood, his expression is as proud as the snow and frost.

Suddenly, there was a sound of hurried footsteps outside.

Madam Li's eyes turned cold, she grabbed the copper incense burner on the dressing table, and looked out fiercely...

……

Yang Yuan leaned against the gate and listened with bated breath. He could faintly hear the sound of fighting coming from the room.

Yang Yuan was startled and immediately took a few steps back, then he stepped forward, twisted his waist, and rushed towards the wall.

He was wearing a pair of straw sandals, which were not only light but also had good friction.

He touched the wall with his toes, took advantage of the momentum to stand up again, put his hands together, and climbed over the wall like a nimble monkey.

Yang Yuan didn't jump over directly. Who knows what the situation was in the yard.

What if there is a dung fork placed at the foot of the wall and you step on it and your foot gets pierced?

Yang Yuan looked carefully and found that the courtyard was not big, but it was divided into several flower beds with various flowers and plants planted in them.

Yang Yuan no longer hesitated, jumped up, and landed steadily in the yard.

The flower bed should be regularly tended, the soil is very soft and there is no pain when you touch the ground.

As soon as Yang Yuan's feet touched the ground, he saw that the door was half-open, so he rushed over.

This is a three-room house with only one door, and the main hall is inside.

The houses on both sides have to pass through the main hall.

The main hall is where guests are received. It is decorated in a simple and elegant style, yet has a sense of refinement that is unique to women.

There are no walls between the rooms on the left and right sides, and they are separated from the main room by eight-panel wooden screens.

Generally speaking, such a layout proves that outsiders are not allowed here at all.

From the picture on the wooden screen, it can be identified that the left side is the study and the right side is the bedroom.

The sound came from the bedroom on the right.

Yang Yuan didn't hesitate any longer and rushed over immediately.

As soon as Yang Yuan turned around the wooden screen, something like a rice bowl came whizzing towards him.

Fortunately, Uncle Ji and Uncle Gou often used long-range attacks when they were swearing at each other, and Yang Yuan often had to cross the battlefield between the two to send Suo Huan, so his dodge value had long been maxed out.

Yang Yuan dodged the object with a diagonal move.

The thing hit the wooden screen with a bang and rolled to the ground with a clang. It turned out to be a copper incense burner.

When Yang Yuan looked up again, he saw a woman in disheveled clothes swiftly picking up a copper candlestick on the table.

When she pulled out the candle, it was like holding a sword in her hand. The sharp needle on the candlestick was pointing at Yang Yuan's throat, and she rushed over.

"I am not a bad person. My surname is Yang Yuan, and I am from Lin'an!"

Yang Yuan dodged the candlestick that Madam Li was stabbing at while explaining loudly.

"I live in Qingshi Lane, Houshi Street. The day before yesterday, I heard from Mr. Fei that your wife is a female teacher, so I came to ask to see her..."

Madam Li was not good at martial arts, but she relied on her courage and strength to stab Yang Yuan with a candlestick.

After hearing what Yang Yuan said, Mrs. Li realized that she had misunderstood him. She wanted to stop again, but she couldn't.

She did take back the candlestick, but her footing was unstable and she fell into Yang Yuan's arms...

Madam Li's shirt, jacket and skirt were torn into a mess by Liu Mo. When Yang Yuan bumped into her, he felt an inseparable fullness and passion coming towards him from under her thin summer shirt.

hiss……

The beauty of things cannot be fully expressed in words, and the details of things cannot be fully described in writing!

The feeling at that moment is really indescribable.

Madam Li quickly distanced herself from him, still holding the candlestick cautiously, and said coldly, "Did the fat man introduce you?"

Yang Yuan said hurriedly, "Not really. Mr. Fei only praised my wife for her good teaching. Now there is a woman named Danniang from the Shuiyunjian restaurant who wants to hire a female tutor to teach her etiquette, so she asked me to come and discuss it."

Mrs. Li looked him up and down and believed what he said.

Although she had remained calm just now, she was holding on with her strong heart.

How could a person who had never learned martial arts not be nervous in such a situation?

At this time, I finally relaxed, and the feeling of fear and panic came over me.

Mrs. Li felt her breathing quicken and her legs go weak. She took a few steps back and fell onto the edge of the couch.

Yang Yuan looked at Liu Mo, who was lying unconscious on the ground, still wearing a mask of pain, and roughly guessed what had happened.

Yang Yuan then asked, "Madam, do we need to go down and report to the authorities?"

Mrs. Li hesitated and shook her head.

When she shook her head, her slightly parted red lips and starry eyes were revealed between her messy hair, and the half-exposed skin on her shoulders was as white as jade.

The stunning moment is so stunning that it makes people fly.

"Please drag him out, young master. I need to change my clothes." Madam Li steadied her breathing and said to Yang Yuan.

"Okay!" Yang Yuan agreed readily, bent down, grabbed Liu Mo's ankle and dragged him out.

Madam Li climbed onto the couch, went inside, opened the closet and took out her clothes.

Yang Yuan dragged Liu Mo out and walked to the wooden screen. He saw the deep marks on the screen and the copper incense burner on the ground. He couldn't help but feel a lingering fear and subconsciously turned his head to take a look.

Although Mrs. Li had her back to Yang Yuan, she remained highly alert.

When Yang Yuan glanced back, Mrs. Li seemed to have eyes behind her head. She turned around abruptly, leaned her back against the closet, and curled up her legs alertly.

She gathered the tattered dress to her bosom again.

But the tattered dress could hardly cover her body, and the jade-colored undergarment instead made her plump buttocks look round.

The lake green sheets were full of wrinkles, as if they were a pool of water ruffled by the spring breeze.

Mrs. Li, sitting on the couch with her legs curled up, looked like a swan resting on the water.

However, the swan's eyes now revealed a very human anger.

Yang Yuan had only glanced at her unintentionally, but he didn't expect her reaction to be so big.

Yang Yuan didn't know how to explain it, and it seemed that no matter how he explained it, it was a little powerless.

After hesitating for a while, Yang Yuan could only laugh dryly and said awkwardly: "I just feel that if I don't take a look at this moment, it would seem that I don't understand romance..."

You say he is praising me, but it's clearly a bit frivolous.

But you say he is being frivolous, and his words are clearly somewhat elegant.

Mrs. Li didn't know whether she should express her anger or be humble.

She could only continue to stare at Yang Yuan until Yang Yuan dragged Liu Mo's feet and ran away in shame.

Mrs. Li then breathed a sigh of relief, was silent for a moment, and then sighed softly.

Liu Mo is the son of Liu Ti, the deputy owner of "Moshanghua".

As the second manager of the "Moshanghua" embroidery workshop, Liu Ti has been responsible for taking care of Mrs. Li's affairs for many years.

So, even though Liu Ti's son was hateful, she was so cruel as to send him to jail?

However, now that such a thing has happened, how can we continue to live by relying on "Flowers on the Road" in the future?

……

Yang Yuan first retreated to the main room. Even through a wooden screen, he could still hear the sound of people changing clothes.

Yang Yuan raised his voice and said, "Madam, I will take him to the study first."

After getting Mrs. Li's answer, Yang Yuan dragged Liu Mo into the study room opposite.

Yang Yuan untied Liu Mo's belt and tied him up like a slaughtered pig, then went to look at the furnishings in the study.

It seems that Mrs. Li's study is just where she reads and writes on a daily basis, and is not used to receive guests.

Because the furnishings are very random.

A finely carved copper hand warmer, used only in winter, is placed in a corner of a crowded bookshelf.
There are also a few books that I often read on top.

A rattan armchair was placed diagonally behind the desk, slightly against the window frame.

A black lacquered desk with simple lines and flowery legs. On the desk, in addition to the four treasures of the study, there is also an open book.

Yang Yuan walked over and picked it up to take a look. The words were very obscure and he could not understand them very well.

When I opened the cover, I saw that it was a copy of "Nanhua Zhenjing".

Imagine Mrs. Li drawing water from the stream and tending to the flowers and plants in the yard.
After washing my hands, I returned to the study and slumped my limp body into the rattan armchair.
I opened a slightly yellowed volume, smelled the faint scent of ink, and read it word by word.
Let your mind run wild and travel around the world; this is a very elegant and peaceful way to spend your time.

But if it always goes on like this, it would seem a little too lonely.

Yang Yuan collapsed on the armchair and suddenly found a calligraphy and painting jar next to him, with seven or eight scrolls in it.

The rim of the jar was very clean, and it didn't seem like it had been left there unattended for years.

Yang Yuan casually pulled out a scroll, tore it open and took a look. He saw that the paper was quite old and there was a poem written on it:

"The distant mountains have long eyebrows, and the willows have slender waists. After putting on makeup, she stands in the spring breeze, and a smile costs a thousand gold..."

Yang Yuan originally thought it was a painting, but when he saw it was a poem, he did not finish reading it, so he just rolled it up and put it back into the calligraphy and painting jar.

Then he picked up a piece of jade "Bei Guang" on the table and started playing with it.

When Yang Yuan was cleaning his ears with a "Tuli", he heard footsteps.

Yang Yuan hurriedly put "Tuli" back into the small box, covered it, and stood up quickly.

Mrs. Li deliberately increased the speed of her footsteps just to let him know she was coming.

When she was about to turn into the study, her footsteps became light again and almost silent.

Mrs. Li not only had light steps, but her posture was also extremely light. She was as swift as a flying duck and as elusive as a god.

When Yang Yuan saw this, she really felt as if she could create ripples with just a little step.

Madam Li simply combed her hair into a bun, on which she inserted a jade bamboo leaf hairpin.

Beneath her slender neck, she wore a lotus green short jacket with narrow sleeves.

The short jacket is lined with a light purple inverted triangle-shaped tube top.

She wore a light beige jacket on the outside and a beige two-piece skirt on the bottom.

She was completely different from her previous image, now calm, gentle, elegant and noble.

At this moment, she was like a queen who had just emerged from the chaos of the army and ascended her throne again.

(End of this chapter)