Martial Arts Crossover: My master tricked Huang Rong into becoming my wife!

Half an hour later.

The door to room number one creaked open.

Chen Yanzhou stepped out.

He had changed out of his tattered, muddy clothes and put on a well-tailored black outfit.

This garment was just delivered by the shopkeeper to the best tailor shop in the city, "Jinxiuzhuang," by express courier. It is made of the finest Shu brocade, with dark gold cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs and collar.

A wide brocade belt was tied around her waist, which made her appear even more slender and tall.

After being nourished by the medicinal bath, his complexion became rosy, his eyes shone with a restrained brilliance, and he exuded a sharp and capable youthful spirit.

Just as I reached the stairwell, the door to room number two in the opposite building opened.

Chen Yanzhou subconsciously looked up, and upon seeing that, his foot, which had been about to step out, was suspended in mid-air and refused to land.

A pretty young girl stood at the doorway.

The beggar's clothes she wore before were nowhere to be seen, replaced by a light pink silk dress.

The fabric was extremely light and soft, swaying like water as she moved. A pale yellow ribbon, about the size of a hand, was tied around her waist.

Her once messy hair now hung smoothly over her shoulders, loosely tied into a bun with just a jade hairpin, with a few stray strands playfully clinging to her cheeks.

The most amazing thing is still that face.

Having washed away the grime and disguise, Huang Rong's skin was now as white as snow, with a faint blush of pink after her bath. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains shrouded in mist, and her eyes were like autumn waters rippling across the surface.

She stood under the brightly lit corridor, like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting, lively and charming, with a touch of noble elegance.

Chen Yanzhou couldn't help but take a second look. In his previous life, when he read the original novel, Jin Yong described Huang Rong as having "skin as white as snow, incomparably beautiful, and an absolutely stunning appearance that was impossible to look at directly."

At the time, I thought it was an exaggeration.

Seeing Huang Rong now, I realize that the old master was still being conservative in his writing.

The words in the book are lifeless, but the people in front of you are vibrant and alive.

Especially those eyes, which, with their ever-changing light, reveal a mischievous and clever spirit that no words can describe.

"What are you looking at? Don't you recognize me?"

Seeing Chen Yanzhou staring at her in a daze, Huang Rong's lips curled up slightly, and she raised her chin, her arrogant demeanor returning.

Chen Yanzhou snapped out of his daze, calmly withdrew his gaze, and said with a smile, "It's alright, it's just that it's gone from 'Beggar's Chicken' to 'Lotus Flower Pastry,' barely acceptable."

"you!"

Huang Rong was expecting him to say something flattering, but he couldn't utter a single compliment. She glared at him angrily, "I am naturally beautiful! What do you mean by 'barely pleasing to the eye'?"

"Clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse, don't you understand?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't argue with her. He beckoned to the shopkeeper who had been waiting at the top of the stairs and said, "Make the book."

"Alright! Take care!" The innkeeper grinned from ear to ear, bowing and scraping to Huang Rong. "Take care, young lady, come again soon!"

The two left Yiyun Health Center one after the other.

The night was deep outside, and the streets of Xiangyang were becoming less crowded, with only the distant sound of the night watchman's clapper echoing through the air.

A cool evening breeze blew, dispelling the heat from the bath and leaving one feeling refreshed.

Huang Rong followed behind Chen Yanzhou, her steps light and graceful in her newly bought embroidered shoes.

"Hey, where are we going now?"

"Go home and sleep." Chen Yanzhou said without turning his head.

"Aren't we going to check on Brother Eagle?" Huang Rong asked, somewhat worried. "What if someone finds it, or what if it gets hungry, leaving it all alone in the pine forest?"

"Don't worry, Brother Eagle is very clever."

Chen Yanzhou waved his hand, "It's fully grown now, and ordinary hunters can't get close to it at all. Besides, it's so late at night, and if the two of us go into the forest, the city defense battalion will think we're Jurchen spies. We'll go get it tomorrow."

Huang Rong thought about it and realized it made sense, so she said no more and quickly followed after him.

The two walked through the streets and alleys and soon returned to the Xiangyang branch of the Beggars' Sect.

The branch headquarters gate was locked, with only two lanterns swaying in the wind.

Without alerting anyone, Chen Yanzhou skillfully scaled the wall and led Huang Rong straight to the backyard.

That was where he usually lived.

As I pushed open the door, a cool, refreshing atmosphere rushed out.

The room was small, and the furnishings were extremely simple.

A hardboard bed, a square table, a few chairs, and a weapon rack in the corner—that's all there is.

Although simple, it was extremely clean and tidy, with not a speck of dust on the corners of the table.

This surprised Huang Rong somewhat.

"Bang!"

Chen Yanzhou casually unloaded the heavy black iron sword from his back and placed it in the corner of the wall, making a dull sound.

Then, while untying the sash of his outer robe, he walked to the bedside: "I'm exhausted from this journey, I can finally get a good night's sleep."

After saying that, he threw his outer robe onto the back of the chair, wearing only his inner garment, and lay straight down on the bed, letting out a comfortable sigh.

Huang Rong stood in the center of the room, looking at the not-so-spacious bed, then at Chen Yanzhou who had already closed his eyes, and was dumbfounded.

"Hello!"

She walked over and kicked the bed leg. "If you sleep here, where am I supposed to sleep?"

Chen Yanzhou didn't even lift his eyelids, and said vaguely, "Isn't there still half left? Squeeze it in."

"Squeeze in?"

Huang Rong stared wide-eyed in disbelief, pointing at herself, "Are you kidding me? I'm... I'm a girl! There's only one bed here, you want me to squeeze in with you?"

"Otherwise what?"

Chen Yanzhou opened one eye and pointed to the hard floor. "If you want to sleep on the floor, I won't stop you."

"you!"

Huang Rong was furious. She put her hands on her hips and said, "Can't you have any manners?"

"This is my room, my bed."

Chen Yanzhou rolled over, lying on his side, propping his head up with one hand, and looked at her leisurely. "Besides, back in that shabby cave in Divine Condor Valley, when didn't we sleep together every single day? Why didn't you care about the separation of men and women back then?"

"That...that was a special case!" Huang Rong argued.

"What's so special about it?"

Chen Yanzhou grinned mischievously, mimicking her tone in a sarcastic manner, "I wonder who it is, who can't sleep still, insisting on clinging to me like an octopus, drooling all over my shoulder, and I can't get rid of them..."

"Hey! Shut up!"

Huang Rong blushed deeply with embarrassment. She rushed to the bedside, covered Chen Yanzhou's mouth with her hand, and glared at him fiercely: "Don't say it! If you dare mention it again, I'll... I'll..."

"So what?"

Chen Yanzhou blinked, his voice muffled because his mouth was covered, but he couldn't hide the smile in his eyes.

The warmth from the boy's breath as he spoke made Huang Rong's palms tingle.

She recoiled as if electrocuted, her heart pounding.

Seeing Chen Yanzhou's shameless and irresponsible attitude, Huang Rong knew she was completely out of options.

You can't beat them in a fight, and you can't win an argument with them.

"Hmph, fine, I'll sleep then! Who's afraid of who!"

Huang Rong gritted her teeth, made up her mind, took off her shoes and socks, and lay down on the outside fully clothed.

She had her back to Chen Yanzhou, her body tense, pressed as close to the edge of the bed as possible, as if there were a silver river separating them.

"That's a good girl."

Chen Yanzhou chuckled softly and didn't tease her any further.

After traveling all day, he was really tired. He took a hot bath, and the feeling of exhaustion washed over him instantly.

Not long after, I heard even, long breaths coming from behind me.

He... fell asleep?

Hearing the breathing, Huang Rong turned over and, using the moonlight streaming in from the window, looked Chen Yanzhou over.

After falling asleep, Chen Yanzhou's eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he appeared exceptionally peaceful.

A high, straight nose, sharply defined features, and even in his sleep, the corners of his mouth seemed to be slightly upturned, carrying a faint smile.

"Are you a pig? Why are you asleep so fast?"

Huang Rong muttered something under her breath, then stretched out a finger and gently poked his cheek.

No response. I poked it again, still no response.

Suddenly, his courage grew.

Her gaze followed his cheek down to the slightly open collar of his undergarment.

Because he was sleeping on his side, his neckline was loose, revealing a large expanse of his muscular chest.

Huang Rong glanced at him, pursed her lips, and whispered.

"Let me give you a check-up. If you don't say anything, I'll take that as your agreement!"

As she finished speaking, she slowly extended her finger.

Her fingers slid down along the lines of her pectoral muscles, a mixture of shyness and a flutter of excitement that she herself couldn't quite explain.

It slid over the chest and came to the abdomen.

There were well-defined abdominal muscles there, rising and falling slightly with each breath.

Huang Rong held her breath and gently pressed her fingertips.

It's so hard, like a block of iron.

She was secretly amazed, and the image of him wielding a heavy sword under the waterfall involuntarily appeared in her mind.

The water pounded against him, splashing countless droplets; his muscles tensed, and his veins bulged...

As she thought about it, Huang Rong felt her cheeks burning and her throat getting dry.

"Gulp."

In the quiet room, the sound of swallowing saliva was exceptionally clear.

Huang Rong froze instantly.

Feeling guilty, she glanced up at Chen Yanzhou's face.

Thank goodness, thank goodness, he hasn't woken up.

She pulled her hand back as if she had been electrocuted, grabbed the blanket and covered her head, shrinking into a boiled shrimp.

How embarrassing! Huang Rong, what are you doing? Have you never seen a man before?

How can you drool over a scoundrel?

In bed, Huang Rong covered her burning face, her heart pounding as if it would jump out of her throat.

The warm, hard sensation seemed to linger on my fingertips, impossible to shake off.

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