Tang Dynasty Bandits

Chapter 55: The picture shows the dagger
"I see." Chuoying's expression was gentle and gentle: "This young man is truly a man of literary talent and elegance, 'as lush as bamboo and as luxuriant as pine'..."

"Thank you for your compliments, Fairy Chuoying. It's a pity that I have my wife with me, so I can't chat with you." Zhu Wen took Tian Jun's hand and placed it in front of Chuoying, pointing to Lan Suting. "Fairy Chuoying, have you read the poem written by my younger brother Qin Xiaolang?"

Before Chuoying could answer, several guests nearby started to jeer, "Mr. Qin, you're showing off your affection even in front of Fairy Chuoying. That's quite remarkable."

"I only envy the mandarin ducks, not the immortals. I admire them immensely."

"With such sweet affection, how can I not embrace one?"

"Come and show everyone how a gentleman wins the beauty!"

The noise, like that in a bridal chamber, made Tian Jun's face turn slightly red.

Chuoying also covered her mouth and said, "My husband and my wife are deeply in love. Chuoying also wants to see it."

Her tone was gentle, but there was a magic in it that made it difficult to refuse her request.

Zhu Wen and Tian Jun looked at each other.

Tian Jun knew that she couldn't refuse anymore, otherwise she wouldn't be able to continue pretending.

She tried her best to hide the disgust in her eyes, allowing Zhu Wen to hold her slender waist with one hand and hug her legs with the other, hugging her legs, with her hump pressing firmly against the man's thigh.

In order to facilitate riding, Tian Jun wore a skirt with a slit, which was almost entirely made up of two pieces of cloth, front and back. She wore silk trousers underneath, but the sight of Zhu Wen's arms reaching through the wide slit of the skirt to embrace her thighs was still highly suggestive.

Everyone cheered at once.

"Mr. Qin is indeed generous."

"If you don't have a strong will, how can you win such a beautiful woman?"

"I wonder which romantic gentleman can embrace our Fairy Chaoying?"

As soon as he said this, the person next to him slapped him in the face: "What nonsense are you talking about in front of a fairy? You are really rude to her."

Chuoying smiled faintly and said, "It's nothing to worry about. Chuoying is a quiet and peaceful person. How could she be disturbed by rumors?"

"You heard it, the fairy's demeanor is beyond the reach of a mortal like you."

Chaoying came over in person, causing a group of people to speak sweet words to her, as if she was a real fairy from heaven.

The shadow itself moved closer to Lan Suting, lowered its eyes, and murmured, "Parting and reuniting follow the sun and moon, gathering and dispersing change the past and present. Living in high esteem and maintaining purity, it will forever be with the hearts of the people. Was this poem written by the young master?"

Lan Suting nodded stiffly.

Chuoying sighed and said, "The white clouds float by, forever accompanying the world. But every drop of water in the clouds has changed countless times."

"It's easy to find priceless treasures, but it's hard to find a true lover. Can a young man possibly understand Chaoying's feelings?"

"It is easy to find priceless treasures, but hard to find a lover" is a line from the pen of Yu Xuanji, a famous female poet in the history of the Tang Dynasty and also a nun.

"Clouds turn into rain, and rain evaporates into clouds. There is not much difference between the cycles. The charm of the fairy will also remain in people's hearts forever." Lan Suting responded.

This implicitly uses the Buddhist principle of reincarnation to persuade Chuoying to let go of her obsession with aging.

Chuoying smiled faintly and said, "Young Master looks reserved and shy, but I didn't expect him to speak so fluently and fluently."

She lowered her voice and said, "Chao Ying really likes your poetry and talent. Young man, can you be a lover for once and hug Chao Ying?"

Without waiting for Lan Suting's answer, she let out a soft moan and clung to the pillar like a water snake.

The guests were so envious that their eyes were about to fall out.

When had the aloof and self-respecting Fairy Chuoying ever been so proactive towards anyone? Especially towards a young man she had just met!

Lan Suting was suddenly hugged by Chaoying in public. She was so shocked that she felt a hundred times more embarrassed than when Zhu Wen suddenly hugged her before. She was speechless for a moment and her face turned red with shame.

"Young master, you're shy." Chuoying smiled faintly, leaning close to Lan Suting's ear, lightly touching her jade-like earlobe with the tip of her tongue. Blowing gently, she spoke in a soft, subtle voice imperceptible to others, "Sister, you're not only incredibly talented, but also so endearing. It's really nothing to worry about. Many wealthy ladies love this kind of style and even dress up as men to enjoy my humble amusement. Chuoying is still a virgin, so I shouldn't be humiliating you, right?"

When Chaoying revealed her identity as a girl, Lan Suting was completely stunned, so much so that she could not even feel Chaoying's pair of plump breasts rubbing against her chest.

However, all the guests were jealous to the point of madness - why weren't they the ones favored by the fairy?

"It seems like no one is watching us." Zhu Wen whispered to Tian Jun.

Tian Jun's pretty face was faintly flushed like the sunset, and her wheat-colored skin had a unique vibrant beauty: "Why don't you put me down?"

Zhu Wen felt the extreme elasticity of his leg flesh, and felt a little reluctant.

The fullness and tightness brought about by long-term martial arts practice is not soft and slippery, but a kind of wonderful experience that penetrates the heart.

His palm cupped the beauty's thigh, pressed against a thin layer of yellow silk. As he slid gently across it, warmth penetrated deep into her bones. He couldn't tell if the feeling in his palm was the smoothness of silk or the touch of skin.

Tian Jun noticed Zhu Wen's little movement and couldn't help but struggle.

But this action instantly ignited a fire in Zhu Wen's heart.

The Great Xia Dragon Sparrow Sword was not drawn out at this moment, but was wrapped tightly in black cloth and carried on his back.

However, the phantom of the white tiger in his heart appeared again at this moment, roaring with desire.

His hearing seemed to become particularly sharp at this moment, and he could even hear the faint sounds of the wealthy guests and the nuns practicing together in the small room upstairs.

Those sounds are so exciting that they make your blood boil.

Zhu Wen wanted to tear the girl's flimsy, flesh-colored silk pants apart and feel her curves. He also wanted to pull her tightly into his arms and savor her rosy lips against her honey-colored cheeks.

Tian Jun found herself being held by Zhu Wen, unable to struggle. Zhu Wen also looked a little strange, and she couldn't help but feel a surge of fear in her heart: "You, what's wrong with you?"

In public, the other party obviously couldn't really do anything, but she only felt a deep fear, which made her originally flushed face turn pale.

At this moment, a streak of lightning flashed across the silk pants.

On dry autumn days, silk can easily generate electricity when rubbed.

The electric shock suddenly woke Zhu Wen up.

He felt a deep disgust for himself just now.

He wasn't shy about appreciating beauty. As the ancients said, "When beauty is present, it is what it is, and one's heart will naturally be moved." But I'm still myself, walking the right path, so why should I be moved?

However, the action just now had clearly gone beyond the limit.

That was where he, as a very proud man, wanted to distinguish himself from the vulgar and vulgar people.

Zhu Wen knew that although his senior brother Meng Kai also went to Qinlou and Chuguan, he only went there to listen to music.

He admired straightforward people like Meng Kai and Duan Hongyan, and appreciated restrained desires.

Those in the government and the aristocratic families indulge in their desires for food, clothing, palaces, and the flesh... The various desires of those in power have caused the people to suffer thousands of disasters.

So Zhu Wen longed for the world above the clouds, but not for the extravagant life of luxury. What he wanted more was the comfort brought by power itself and the ability to transform the world.

"I was rude to you." Zhu Wen whispered calmly into Tian Jun's ear, "If this happens again, give me a hard slap. It would be even better if you scratch my face until it bleeds."

But Chaoying had already gotten off Lan Suting with a long sigh: "As a younger brother, you are so embarrassed. It's a waste of Chaoying's love."

She walked gracefully towards Zhu Wen. "Brother Qin and his wife are so affectionate and loving, the envy of others." As she spoke, she tapped Zhu Wen on the forehead with her jade finger like a playful little girl. "Stop it, you two! Have you shown enough affection? I'm envious."

Tian Jun struggled to get off Zhu Wen with a flushed face.

But only Zhu Wen noticed that when Chaoying's sleeves were fluttering, he felt a slight touch in his ear.

A wax pellet was ejected into her ear canal.

After Chaoying left with the two sword fairies who had been standing behind him without saying a word, Zhu Wen quietly used his little finger to pick his ear hole.

Just then, a servant came over and took away the dishes left by the guests who had enjoyed Sushan.

The boy's hands and legs were exceptionally long, as were his fingers, with long nails.

His skin was pale and bloodless, and his long, drooping eyes were lined with charcoal, giving him a very strange feeling, as if he were the White Ghost who captured souls under the throne of Yama.

But the boy looked quite respectful. After taking away the plates and dishes, he wiped the table clean with a cloth dipped in water, and then carefully absorbed the water with a dry cloth.

During this process, he turned his head from time to time to look, and Zhu Wen had a strange feeling. Was he secretly looking at the figure in the distance?

Zhu Wen called Tian Jun and Lan Suting and asked them to stand up.

A middle-aged man wearing a black Taoist robe, a Liangyi crown on his head, a Ziwu hairpin, and holding a whisk in his hand came in silently from the side door of the Moon Palace.

If this person had not gained weight, he would have looked very thin, but now he has become plump.

His chin was smooth, without a single beard.

"Chao Ying greets the Master." Even Fairy Chuoying, the chief disciple of Mount Tai, was extremely respectful in front of this man and bowed to him.

Zhu Wen walked over slowly, holding Tian Jun in one hand and Lan Suting in the other.

His eyes swept across the middle-aged man's face unscrupulously.

This short, fat, beardless middle-aged man seemed to arouse Zhu Wen's interest more than the fairy with extraordinary beauty.

The middle-aged man seemed quite well-mannered, not even slightly annoyed. "Sir, are you enjoying your stay in our temple?"

"Of course it's great." Zhu Wen let go of the hands of the two beauties, one big and one small, on his left and right, and clapped his hands.

Then he stared at the middle-aged man and said, "Master Cao, someone asked me to pass on a few words to you."

Cao Zixiu was a Taoist priest, so of course he should be called "Master Cao" instead of "Master Cao".

Since he lost his beard after the age of thirty, the men also hoped that the man who managed so many beautiful fairies was a eunuch, so they privately called him "Eunuch Cao".

But no one dared to disrespect him in person.

Cao Zixiu faced the young man's disrespectful look, but he remained calm: "Go on."

"Zhen Yi Qian Ren Gang!" Zhu Wen suddenly glared and shouted.

"Wash your feet in the thousands-mile stream." Cao Zixiu responded immediately.

"Being forced out of the palace!"

"Go after Xu You with high steps."

"The descendants of the royal family hold high positions."

"Handsome and humble."

"Shame on being rewarded for your achievements?"

"High moral integrity and outstanding character!"

The two of them asked and answered each other, leaving the guests confused.

But apart from Lan Suting, there were others who discovered that these were sentences from "Eight Poems on History" by Zuo Si of the Jin Dynasty.

As the leader of the six major martial arts sects, the Zhenyi League has never cooperated with the imperial court.

Its founder was even the number one loyal minister of Li Mi, the hero of the late Sui Dynasty who died at the hands of Li Tang - the "White-robed Divine Arrow" Wang Bodang.

Historical books say that Wang Bodang died with Li Mi, but in fact Wang Bodang lost a hand and a foot while breaking out, but he realized amazing martial arts and founded the Zhenyi League.

As for the reason for not cooperating with the court, the sentence "Descendants of noble families occupy high positions, while talented people are relegated to lower positions" can explain it clearly.

From the Great Jin Dynasty to the Great Tang Dynasty, six hundred years have passed. After many periods of unity and division, the rules of the world do not seem to have changed much.

"Cao Zixiu, you should remember the great kindness the leader has shown you."

Zhu Wen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he called out Cao Zixiu's real name without any hesitation.

He glanced to the side and saw Judge Wu, the casino's big dealer, Scarface, and a group of people already sitting down in the hall.

"Of course I remember." Cao Zixiu said lightly.

"In that case, you should commit suicide and leave your body intact."

Zhu Wen spoke these words calmly in the heart of the Taishan Sect, among a crowd of thousands of people.

"I have to apologize to the young master. My life span is not over yet, so I cannot obey your order." Cao Zixiu's answer was also very calm. The flesh on his face was shaking like jelly, but it did not look greasy at all.

"So it's me who will die this time?" Zhu Wen asked with interest.

"Not necessarily. It's extremely difficult to find someone who can defeat the Four Marshals, even once. If I'm lucky, the court will value Mr. Zhu more than I do."

Cao Zixiu sighed and said, "I'm afraid that by then you will be grateful to me for my hard work."

"That definitely won't happen." Zhu Wen said very confidently.

Tian Jun tugged at Lan Suting's clothes and whispered in her ear, "Sister Zhizhen, what are they doing?"

Lan Suting thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps Master Cao already knew that the battalion commander was impersonating Qin Yan, and the battalion commander knew that Master Cao already knew that he was impersonating Qin Yan..."

It took Tian Jun a while to figure out what was going on.

"So he asked me to pretend to be his wife just to tease me? He's still taking advantage of me. I'm going to kill this little thief!"

Tian Jun said this in a low voice, but couldn't help but stamp her feet in anger.

Zhu Wen looked at Judge Wu and the others and said, "I think everyone should have their own sects."

Judge Wu laughed heartily and leaped out of the crowd.

"Traitor Zhu Wen! You assisted the bandit Huang Chao in wreaking havoc in the region, killing countless soldiers and civilians. Your crimes are unforgivable! You have walked into their trap today, why don't you surrender?"

Judge Wu's words were extremely righteous, just as when he said he was willing to go through fire and water for the Salt Marshal at any time.

These words made many people present change their expressions.

Cao Zixiu put on a smiling expression, ready to watch the next big show.

(End of this chapter)