The Return of the Condor Heroes: Starting with Conquering Huang Rong

Xiao Wu serves tea.

His skill left Yang Guo speechless.

He still preferred her wild side.

How has this been trained?

Little did he know, the woman was cursing him in her heart.

"You've come here to assess the situation between these two armies?"

"Yes."

Yang Guo took a sip of tea and continued.

"Is she still walking that difficult path?"

Xiao Wu nodded.

"How is it?"

Zhao Wu looked distressed, wondering what the point of telling him all this was. However, the young lady had instructed him that he should not hide anything from her if she asked him.

"It's difficult. Miss has already sent envoys to various countries, but the results have been minimal."

"Especially the Tibetans, it is said that the peak of that holy mountain once sent people to support the Mongols, saying that this was in accordance with the will of Heaven."

"As for Dali, they are even more arrogant. This country has a vast territory and a million soldiers, and they don't take us seriously at all."

Yang Guo, puzzled, asked, "How did you form an alliance?"

Xiao Wu recalled: "Mongolia is a tiger, and the wolves are weak. We need to unite to fight the tiger..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

Yang Guo quickly waved his hand.

Does she have no one else she can rely on?

Yang Guo felt that it was about time to leave.

"In that case, if you can get in touch with her, then come find me again tonight."

Yang Guo summoned the shopkeeper and had his assistant carry two bags of rice out the door.

In the darkness, Zhao Wu gritted his teeth.

What's so great about that damn stinky man?

She was determined to make him humiliate himself in front of the young lady.

This made him too ashamed to bother the young lady.

She just sighed inwardly.

Given this young lady's stubborn nature, I'm afraid even she wouldn't be able to change the situation, especially since she also...

The more she thought about it, the more she hated Yang Guo.

Yang Guo helped Cheng Ying into the carriage.

Chen Qing and Guo Fu followed closely behind.

The four decided to rest at the inn for the night.

We'll go find Hundred Herbs Valley again tomorrow.

"Go away, she's a young lady, why are you here again? I'll change her dressing myself. Don't try to take advantage of her."

Guo Fu peeked out from Chen Qing's room and blocked Yang Guo from entering.

"Fu'er? This is Master's responsibility."

Guo Fu rolled her eyes.

"You'd better check on Sister Cheng; she might cough up blood in front of you. Humph!"

Guo Fu adhered to the principle of minimizing his contact with modern women.

They had no choice but to pass him on to Cheng Ying.

However, Chen Qing, standing behind Guo Fu, couldn't hide the blush creeping onto her pretty face despite her white veil.

She didn't mind her master changing her dressing; on the contrary, she looked forward to it.

The woman's face was contorted with gruesome wounds, yet for some reason, her shy demeanor made any man who saw her want to take a bite.

Guo Fu saw the man leave.

I breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, even though he's your master, there's still a difference between men and women, you..."

"Hey, what's wrong? Why is your face so red? Do you have a fever?"

Guo Fu was puzzled.

Chen Qing felt utterly ashamed. Should she say that she missed her master and wanted him to come and change her dressing?

Despite hearing Guo Fu's words, Yang Guo did not stop walking.

Aside from seeing Cheng Ying a few times during meals and rest periods that day, he did not see her again.

I've been rushing to catch the train the whole time.

Cheng Ying spent her days either sleeping or healing.

He really did miss her.

Yang Guo pushed open the door.

"Ying'er is me."

"Ah, wait a minute," the woman's urgent and angry voice rang out.

A rustling sound came from behind.

A moment later, a soft voice came from inside: "Come in."

Although her voice was steady, Yang Guo could still tell that the woman was feigning shock.

The woman lay on her side on the couch.

The bedding was neatly arranged.

Her clothes were a little messy in front of her chest, as if she had just put them on, and she was subtly adjusting them.

Her lips were a little pale, and there was some cold sweat on her forehead and the tip of her nose, but the woman didn't have time to wipe it away.

"Why are you being so formal? I came here to take care of you, didn't I?"

Honestly, dressing up so quickly, isn't that treating him like an outsider?

Yang Guo reached out to help her tidy up.

She grabbed his hand.

"Hmph, go find your Fu'er."

Yang Guo's outstretched hand froze.

Cheng Ying also suffered that day, as Guo Fu called her "Brother Guo" all day long.

She'd really had enough of it.

Even with her good temper, she couldn't help but feel some resentment towards him.

This girl is so unruly and rude, she has no shame.

I really don't know how my senior sister raised her daughter.

They truly have no sense of shame...

Yang Guo awkwardly touched his nose.

Needless to say, Guo Fu must have said something nonsense again.

No wonder the girl was beaming with joy when she came out to help him catch the carriage.

Yang Guo thought she was missing him.

The result was that we won the battle.

One was a "good apprentice," and the other was a "weak woman" who couldn't fight back when hit or scolded.

"You're her senior sister, cough, don't give your senior sister any face."

Cheng Ying slapped away his hand that was reaching out to wipe her sweat.

"How could I dare? Otherwise, how could her brother-in-law forgive me!"

Cheng Ying turned her head, looked at the wall, and pouted.

She was genuinely angry.

Yang Guo couldn't help but find it amusing to see this woman so full of human warmth.

"Since you know, then I'll get to work."

As Yang Guo spoke, he rolled up his sleeves.

"You dare!"

The woman was furious, turned around and looked at him with teary eyes.

It was as if tears would fall the moment he moved.

Yang Guo immediately abandoned his intention to bully her.

"Don't be angry, don't be angry. Wait a couple of days until you can get angry, then you can teach her a good lesson."

Cheng Ying pouted, thinking, "How can this person be so silly?"

Was she bullying Guo Fu?

She wanted him to comfort her.

But weren't you very good at it before?

Why are you so stupid now!

But it is precisely because I care that I am so careful.

Although the distance between them hasn't turned negative yet, they always feel comfortable and relaxed when they're together.

Yang Guo seemed to be able to tell her anything.

After all, Yang Guo was always careful when talking about other women in front of other women, worried that the women would be unhappy.

But in front of Cheng Ying, for some reason...

He never had that concern.

Therefore, he felt very sorry for the woman in front of him.

"Um."

The woman uttered a single word through her nose.

I just got tired from sitting sideways.

I had no choice but to burrow deeper into the blankets.

She placed her arm under her head, lay on her side, and quietly watched him.

Yang Guo naturally took her hand.

It feels warm and soft to the touch.

He loved it so much he couldn't put it down.

Cheng Ying blushed and watched him rub her with one finger and then another.

I couldn't help but want to pull my hand away.

But he held it tightly.

After a few struggles, it all fizzled out.

She was indeed tired after a long day of travel, even though she had been resting in the carriage the whole time.

Without realizing it, my eyes slowly narrowed.

Seeing that the woman was tired, Yang Guo quietly stayed with her.

Soon, the woman's steady breathing came through.

Yang Guo kissed her forehead.

He slowly left and returned to his room.

Yang Guo sat on the bed, not paying any attention to the neatly laid-out bedding.

He stretched.

He had just lifted the covers.

Two slender, white arms emerged from inside, hanging gracefully around his neck.

Her skin had a snow-white texture, just like a lotus root freshly pulled from the water.

The young girl said tenderly, "Brother Guo, Fu'er has been waiting for you."

Yang Guo looked down and saw that the girl's crimson bodice rose and fell gently with her breath, swaying like a restless heart, silently expressing its longing.