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

Inside the Drunken Immortal Pavilion, Yang Guo weaves through the crowd, searching for Huang Rong.

The crowd gradually moved out, but occasionally one or two people would flow into the building against the flow of people.

Yang Guo was suddenly caught by that splash of red.

Why hasn't this woman gone back yet?

At this moment, Guo Fu's cheeks were flushed, and there was still the smell of alcohol on her breath. The smell of alcohol mixed with the woman's fragrance was actually quite pleasant. Unexpectedly, this turbid wine had actually been upgraded in her lifetime.

Guo Fu had been searching for him.

"Where have you been all night? Were you hiding from me? Otherwise, why couldn't I find you?" The girl was sensitive and perceptive, with a clear mind. She didn't seem drunk.

After speaking, the woman leaned into his arms, and Yang Guo quickly caught her.

Guo Fu propped herself up on his arm, rested her head on his shoulder, and her beautiful hair bounced around under his nose, teasing him.

"Fu'er, why are you drinking? Where's your mother?"

"What's wrong? Why are you bringing her up? There are guest rooms here. Who knows where Mother went? Didn't you tell me to be careful with the tea? You didn't forbid me from drinking alcohol." The girl's tone was full of resentment.

So this is how you interpret my statement "smell the tea while drinking it"?

Yang Guo remained silent.

"Don't worry... Xin, when I drank it, I also smelled... I smelled it, and it only smelled of alcohol. Wasn't I very obedient?" Guo Fu blinked her big eyes. It seemed that after seeing her beloved put her mind at ease, the alcohol took effect. She looked at him with a hazy, drunken gaze, but her thoughts were still very clear.

Yang Guo looked at the adorable girl, smiled indulgently, and said, "Fu'er has always been very obedient."

Guo Fu's smile widened, seemingly sweet, and her fragrance wafted towards Yang Guo again: "Then shouldn't you give me a reward?" As she spoke, she pouted her cherry-like lips, which seemed to be coated with a layer of wine.

Yang Guo looked at the somewhat childish Guo Fu with a sense of helplessness, helped her into the guest room, and poured her a glass of water.

"I...I don't want to drink it unless you feed it to me. Ah..."

Yang Guo found it amusing and picked up the cup, placing it near her lips.

The girl closed her mouth again, then refused to open it, and stumbled into his arms, sat on his lap, and hugged his neck.

Although the girl was slender, she was now soft and boneless, her forehead, eyebrows, and noses touching his.

Those eyes were frighteningly bright. Even though there was alcohol on their breath and lips, their eyes were as clear as the moon.

The girl parted her lips slightly: "I want you to feed me."

Yang Guo's deep, bright eyes were filled with laughter.

He hugged the woman and handed her a water glass.

The girl gently pushed him away, looked at the dashing young man, and asked in surprise, "Why are you so...handsome?"

Yang Guo laughed and said, "There's nothing I can do about it, I'm just that handsome."

"You're so vain. You're not as pretty as me... You should be grateful that I even noticed you... You."

As she spoke, she began to touch him, her fingertips gliding over his eyebrows, cheeks, and then his nose and chin.

"Will someone fall in love with you at first sight in the future?" The girl tilted her head as if talking to herself.

Then he thought of something and said, "Oh dear, it's my turn." He picked up the cup and gulped it down in two big gulps.

Then she pretended to pour him water, her cunning and bright eyes overshadowing everything else.

The scene looked so real yet so surreal that Yang Guo couldn't tell whether she was truly drunk or just pretending. The young girl waited for her lover like this, her eyes still bright and clear as ever.

She was clearly gathering her strength, about to kiss him directly. But she was met by the boy's slightly cool lips.

Yang Guo sighed inwardly, not thinking about it.

The girl sat in his lap, their lips met, and their breaths and whispers could be faintly heard. Then the girl tilted her head and leaned against his shoulder, seemingly asleep.

Feeling distressed, Yang Guo could only carry her to the bed and place her on it. He was about to get up and leave when the girl grabbed him. She opened her starry eyes slightly and parted her red lips softly: "Don't leave me."

Yang Guo was helpless; he still had to go find Huang Rong.

"Fur, be good, wait until I'm done with my business, okay?"

The girl fell into a deep sleep again, but she wouldn't let go of his hand.

Well then, Yang Guo picked her up and found Huang Rong, who then took her to her mother's side.

As soon as he left the guest room, Yang Guo was at a loss as to where to go next. How could this couple abandon their grown daughter?

Cheng Yaojia's side is probably about to start, but he still hasn't found Huang Rong!

Yang Guo's eyes shone brightly, and he actually saw it—it was Guo Jing.

That's fine, it's also acceptable to give it to her father.

Just as he was about to give chase, another figure flashed past behind him. Who else could it be but Huang Rong?

Guo Jing walked ahead with slightly unsteady steps, followed by Huang Rong.

Yang Guo couldn't tell if the girl was truly asleep or just pretending, so he whispered in her ear, "Fu'er, be good, don't talk, just sleep."

He gave her a word of advice, but the only response was the sound of the girl's deep, peaceful breathing.

Yang Guo, carrying Guo Fu, followed after them, and soon they arrived at the guest rooms on the top floor of the Drunken Immortal Pavilion.

Then, bewildered, he watched as the two entered different rooms.

What? They've assigned rooms now? Huang Rong is really great, should we give her a reward?

Yang Guo naturally intended to give Guo Fu to Guo Jing and go find Huang Rong himself.

He lifted Guo Fu up by the waist, the girl clinging to him, her fragrance constantly wafting into his nose, but at this moment it made him very uncomfortable.

Yang Guo walked toward Guo Jing's room, but just as he reached Huang Rong's door, the door opened.

No, Rong'er, let me explain. She hung it up herself; it has nothing to do with me.

Unfortunately, Huang Rong ignored him and Guo Fu.

Yang Guo noticed that her expression was off.

He realized that, all along, she had been following him.

The three entered the room, but the woman seemed distracted. Yang Guo placed Guo Fu on the bed and went to Huang Rong's side, asking, "What's wrong?"

Huang Rong shook her head. Seeing that she was ignoring her, she thought she was angry. Just as she was about to speak, she was silenced by her mouth.

Her face turned even paler, and tears streamed down her cheeks.

Yang Guo was very anxious. Why was she crying again? He hadn't done anything to Guo Fu.

Huang Rong sobbed in his arms.

Let's go back to the night Guo Jing looked unusual.

He was mistakenly served a cup of tea by Lu Guanying's servant. That day, they had been bandits on Taihu Lake together, upholding justice.

When he returned, as was Lu Guanying's custom, he wanted to indulge himself a bit, and the servants very considerately brought tea to Guo Jing as well.

In Guo Jing's view, he considered matters between men and women to be dirty unless it was for the purpose of procreation. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms he practiced were extremely powerful and yang, and he needed to strengthen his foundation. In addition, his strict mother's teachings and his less-than-ideal first experience with the Mongolian princess led him to only have sex with Huang Rong once after they married.

However, Huang Rong was young and beautiful and had just tasted the pleasures of love, so she naturally went to find Guo Jing, but she was rejected by him. After all, she was a woman, and she couldn't shamelessly beg him every day.

Not long after, Huang Rong discovered she was pregnant, and her interest in him gradually faded until she encountered a lecherous thief.

Guo Jing, on the other hand, always practiced his martial arts and sometimes went out to explore with Huang Rong, thus maintaining contact with Lu Guanying.

Lu Guanying would naturally not let go of Guo Jing's excellent reputation.

Although the servant did it unintentionally, it just so happened that this willow tree was planted.

The images of Huang Rong and the Mongolian princess's graceful figures flashed through Guo Jing's mind. How could Guo Jing resist? When he woke up, he found that his arms were empty.

He found it incredibly delicious.

When Guo Jing opened his eyes and saw the woman, he pushed her away and ran back to his room in a panic.

Even now, Lu Di has prepared a venue for him, but he didn't expect Huang Rong to be by his side the whole time. He could only drink to find an excuse, and he also let Fu'er drink some.

He assumed Huang Rong was busy taking care of Guo Fu and had no time for him, and with Lu Di's invitation, it seemed like a perfect plan.

Unfortunately, Guo Fu was searching for her lover all over the building, while Huang Rong had already noticed Guo Jing's unusual behavior and had been keeping an eye on him until now, when she followed him here.

Guo Jing's room.

A woman sat on the bed in the inner room, her head covered, but her figure was so curvaceous that it surpassed even Huang Rong and Cheng Yaojia.

In the hall, Guo Jing drank a cup of wine.

The woman walked gracefully towards them.

Guo Jing kept calling out, "Hua Zheng, Hua Zheng." Meanwhile, Huang Rong was weeping in Yang Guo's arms next door.

The appalling sounds reached her ears, and she didn't know what she was feeling. Disgust, anger, disappointment, relief, self-blame, guilt, and so on were all mixed up, and her body felt cold from the inside out.

The arrival of her lover and daughter could not warm her heart.

Yang Guo could vaguely hear the sounds, but he couldn't tell who it was. However, he had watched Guo Jing go in, so he naturally knew. As for what it was about, how could he not know from the vague words and Huang Rong's condition?

Yang Guo cupped her small face and kissed her.

It has to be said that Yang Guo was a jerk; why would he kiss you instead of comforting you? But this trick worked on Huang Rong.

Especially when Rong'er was being called in her ear, her thoughts immediately returned to her lover. After all, regardless of whether Guo Jing was involved or not, she belonged to him.

At this moment, she is like a blooming peony, waiting for someone with a discerning eye to pluck her.

Yang Guo leaned down and kissed her forehead, saying to her, "Rong'er, tonight you are mine."

"I have a feeling the next chapter will take a long time to revise."