Emperor's Cunning Wife

At 7:00 p.m. according to modern time calculations, Ning Lou stepped outside Feng Hong's humble abode. The older sister was quite reluctant to see him off and even tugged his sleeves and stuffed the purse in Ning Lou's palm. She was returning what was left after purchasing the jug of wine.

"No need, it's for my rental fees in the future and the repairs for the broken door." Ning Lou said, her feet staggered and Feng Hong's sister quickly went to help her up.

"Mister! How about you stay in the living room tonight and leave at dawn tomorrow." The female spoke worried for his drunken stupor. The streets at the night is not safe, mister's state might get taken advantage.

Ning Lou lightly pushed her away, "Beauty, are you worried for me?" and hiccupped. Her body swayed.

"Mister, you're really drunk!" The beauty crinkled her nose and became anxious in case he fell and get wounded.

"I'm not drunk!" Then she hiccupped again and some strands of her hair covered her face.

The beauty frowned and grasped his arm to pull him inside the house, she probably realized that arguing and talking won't work and begun to drag the drunk form of Ning Lou.

"Beauty, you shouldn't invite stranger to your home or that brother of yours will hack me with his knife." Ning Lou shrugged her off the fan on her hand dropped.

Feng Hong was sprawled on all fours and dozing off after their drinking session. He was still young and inexperienced so it only took a few cups to knock him on the floor. His snores were loud enough for the two to hear.

"Mister Zhao jests, this one knows that Mister really has no intentions." The beauty spoke exposing Ning Lou's sweet charades. When it comes to love, she was not so innocent.

Ning Lou stopped her movements, under the cover of the night. The beauty couldn't see his expression. "Then, I'm glad. Looks like Feng Hong will have fewer worries."

After Ning Lou said that, Feng Hong g.r.o.a.n.e.d and muttered some unintelligible words causing the beauty to turn her attention to him. Making sure that there was no problem, she immediately spun her head to inquire the Mister Zhao's wellbeing, but what greeted her were only the darkness of the night and the blurry figures of the trees and the fan Ning Lou left behind. She picked it up and held it carefully; her thumb rubbed the bamboo handle.

"Mister Zhao?" Her query was only answered by silence and the sound of cicadas buzzing.

Then she looked at the fan in the female hands, and her smile grew more mischievous. Old Zhang, I wonder if you would appreciate my presents for you. I really want to see your reactions but too bad my hands are still tied with work.

Her eyes no longer contain mist when she was drunk, both of the orbs sparkled with brimming energy as it followed the female figure entering the house. Zhaopin Zhe finally started its recruitment.

Ah! Feng Hong! I wonder if your character is true to your name.

Whistling an old tune, she strode leaving periphery. Feng Hong's hideout was located outskirts of the town, so it took Ning Lou a long time before reaching the marketplace. Compared to how bustling the place was in the morning, the night life was quite different. The lit red lanterns lit every corner of the street, taverns, gambling dens and brothels. Fusion of fragrances permeated the air. Merry laughs of gentlemen filled the streets. The girls garbed in thin provocative clothes with their faces freshen up and powdered with red rouge swayed their alluring h.i.p.s and twist their handkerchief stimulating the hot blooded men passing and visiting the brothels.

A figure dressed in lilac with its hair up in a topknot bun saw Ning Lou, its moist red lips formed into a charming smile, she gracefully walked towards Ning Lou's direction, blinking her curled eyelashes.

Ning Lou noticed her interest and stood in his place waiting for the woman to cross the street. Her face changed in the blink of an eye and assumed the character of an ignorant prodigal son. She stood there looking enchanted comparing the lithe figure to a beautiful immortal paying the mortal world a visit, but his expression remained stoic.

Xiaohua hid her soft laughter behind her hand. The beautiful sounds akin to the jingle of the bells, Ning Lou saw her approaching, so she grasped her c.h.e.s.t appearing panted from the nervousness of meeting the young woman.

Xiaohua smile became more captivating, and Ning Lou started to calm herself down, and pinched her clothes making sure that nothing was out of place.

When the willowy figure of the woman was in front of Ning Lou, the trembles of her limbs became even more visible. The young woman shyly lowered her head arching, showing the white and smooth neck. Ning Lou unconsciously tugged her collar from the heat she felt.

"Mister, do you have a name?" The young woman bit her lips appearing shy from approaching a stranger.

Ning Lou snapped out of trance and coughed, "It's....Zhao..p…in…Zhe." His stuttered reply earned another chuckle from the young woman.

"This one is called Xiaohua." The young woman smiled almost blinding Ning Lou's eyes

"It's beautiful...I mean the name." Ning Lou quickly corrected herself hiding her embarrassment. The young woman could tell how inexperienced Ning Lou was in interacting with ladies. This observation made her more satisfied.

What a coincidence we have the same taste. This one is also called Xiaohua!

Their conversation continued until Xiaohua managed to persuade Ning Lou to visit the brothel under the excuse of hoping to talk to her a bit more. Ning Lou didn't resist and let Xiaohua dragged her to a room. Xiaohua hid her scorn and swayed her h.i.p.s towards a room.

Their intimate gesture was seen by a pair of eyes at the top room and it raised its brow and shot Ning Lu's body a pity.

In an angle imperceptible by anyone, Ning Lou raised a corner of her lips and silently thanked this deceptive figure for offering her a place to stay for a night.

The sliding doors opened, two figures stepped inside, before it closed again. The candle light inside the room illuminated their forms forming shadows on the walls.

One of the shadows overlapped the other one, it raised its palm and hit the neck. Unguarded, the victim of the strike overcame with dizziness before it fell unconscious.

She quietly stared at the face full of powder and rogue and cringed. She began to dust he part of her clothes that had been touched with disgusts.

The unconscious figure remained motionless and its c.h.e.s.t sticked out like huge mountains. Ning Lou unabashedly groped them and dug out something from the figure's c.h.e.s.ts feeling curious. What did he stuff this place to make them fuller?

After her excavation, two water balloons appeared on her hands full of masculine scent.

She tossed them into the air, its bouncy properties brought out her childish side. "Hahahaha, I never knew someone would f*cking placed balloons on their c.h.e.s.t to scam. So creative!"

After she said that, the sounds of heavy footsteps echoed outside the room. She turned around the see human shadows on the paper walls. Her heart thump, but before she could move she sensed a presence from her back, and something sharp was placed on her neck.

"Don't make a sound."

"Brother Long!" Ning Lou exclaimed recognizing the familiar voice.