The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Qin Minglan was so angry that she was about to raise her hand to hit him. This old man was just too hateful!

But as soon as she raised her hand, she suddenly froze.

Because she could feel that the spiritual energy in her body was circulating wildly, and the shackles that had troubled her for more than half a year were now on the verge of collapse, and she was only one step away from breaking through!

Qin Minglan stared wide-eyed at her hands in disbelief.

"This...how is this possible?"

She looked up at Wang Long, her almond-shaped eyes filled with a complex expression.

Wang Long quickly cupped his hands in greeting, his face full of sincerity.

"Young Miss, this old servant was truly helping you suppress the backlash just now, and had absolutely no intention of offending you."

"This is how this technique works. If the spiritual energy circulates too quickly, it will cause an imbalance of Yin and Yang. If it is not suppressed in time, it will result in damage to the meridians at best, and in severe cases, it will lead to qi deviation and even endanger one's life."

"Although this old servant has offended the young lady, it was for her safety. I beg the young lady to understand."

Qin Minglan bit her lip and stared at him for a long time.

She could feel that the shackles within her body had indeed loosened, and she was only one step away from breaking through.

This old man's words seem to make some sense...

"Then...you can't..."

Qin Minglan's voice lowered, and the blush on her face had not yet faded.

"You...you, my own daughter, is this also a backlash from suppression?!"

Wang Long looked completely innocent.

"Young Miss, the closer the physical contact, the smoother the transmission of spiritual energy, and the better the effect of suppressing backlash."

"This old servant only resorted to this desperate measure for the safety of the young lady; I had absolutely no selfish motives!"

Wang Long spoke with such righteous indignation!

Qin Minglan stared at him for a long time, her mind in turmoil.

She felt that the old man was fooling her, but she couldn't find a reason to refute him.

More importantly, my bottleneck has indeed loosened, that's a fact.

Qin Minglan took a deep breath and then exhaled.

Take another deep breath, then exhale.

After several repetitions, her emotions gradually calmed down.

"Old man, I'm asking you a question."

Qin Minglan suddenly thought of something, narrowed her almond-shaped eyes, and stared intently at Wang Long.

"The method you used to help me suppress the backlash... did you also use it on my sister-in-law?"

Wang Long's heart tightened, and he quickly waved his hand.

"Young Miss, you misunderstand! The First Madam is extremely powerful, a mid-stage sixth-rank expert. She can suppress the backlash on her own and doesn't need this old servant's help!"

"This old servant merely assisted the First Madam in circulating her cultivation technique; there was absolutely no physical contact!"

He spoke with great conviction, but secretly he was rejoicing.

Fortunately, Luo Hanyi had never mentioned the "Yin Yang Harmony Technique" to Qin Minglan, so the girl had no idea what dual cultivation required.

Qin Minglan stared at him for a long time, and seeing that he looked sincere and didn't seem to be lying, she slowly nodded.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

She paused, then seemed to remember something.

"By the way, my sister-in-law used to suffer from the backlash frequently, but she's been much better lately. It seems like it's all thanks to you."

As Qin Minglan spoke, she stood up from the bed and straightened her disheveled clothes.

Although she knew that Luo Hanyi had been suffering from the backlash of her cultivation technique, she did not know what kind of technique it was, which gave Wang Long the opportunity.

Qin Minglan walked up to Wang Long, looking down at him with a hint of warning in her almond-shaped eyes.

"Old man, I can let today's events go."

"but--"

She reached out and poked Wang Long's chest, speaking each word clearly.

"From now on, whenever I cultivate, you must be there to help me suppress the backlash!"

"If you dare to refuse..."

She patted the hilt of the sword at her waist, her face beaming with smiles.

"My sword doesn't have eyes."

Wang Long was overjoyed, but a troubled expression appeared on his face.

"Young Miss, this... this old servant is naturally willing to help, but..."

"Just what?"

Qin Minglan raised an eyebrow.

"But could you please inform this old servant in advance when the young lady begins her cultivation?"

Wang Long looked sincere.

"This old servant wants to prepare in advance, so as to avoid a situation like today where things are rushed and something goes wrong..."

"Alright, alright."

Qin Minglan waved her hand, interrupting him.

"From now on, I will have someone notify you before I begin my cultivation."

She paused, then added in a slightly lower voice.

"What happened today...don't tell anyone, especially my sister-in-law."

"This old servant understands."

Wang Long immediately bowed, his respect bordering on obsequiousness.

I wasn't allowed to tell anyone last time, but Luo Hanyi still found out.

So Wang Long chose to stay indoors, hoping no one would notice.

Qin Minglan snorted and turned to walk out.

As she reached the door, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and revealed half of her flushed face.

"Old man, continue teaching me sword techniques tomorrow, no slacking off!"

After saying that, without waiting for Wang Long's response, he turned and walked out.

Their steps were quick, as if they were fleeing.

She found herself becoming somewhat dependent on the old man.

Qin Minglan didn't know how to face it, but she wanted to become stronger and also wanted to cultivate Wang Long's sword technique.

Her determination to become stronger outweighed her dislike for Wang Long, which is why she didn't hold a grudge.

Wang Long stood at the door, watching her figure disappear behind the moon gate, a glint of light flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Little brat."

He muttered to himself, a smug smile playing on his lips.

"Sooner or later, I'll wear down your domineering nature and make you a gentle and tender woman who will willingly serve this old man."

The next morning.

As dawn broke, the Marquis's residence was still shrouded in a thin layer of morning mist.

Wang Long was lying on the bed, sprawled out, snoring loudly.

Last night, he spent most of the night with Luo Hanyi, and then suffered a backlash from Qin Minglan's suppression. Although his body, which was at the late stage of the first rank, was much stronger than before, it couldn't withstand such continuous work.

Just as I was sleeping soundly, the courtyard gate was kicked open with a "bang".

Wang Long suddenly opened his eyes, and before he could react, a pale yellow figure rushed into the main room and yanked off his blanket.

"Old man! Get up!"

Qin Minglan's voice was clear and loud, with a hint of impatience.

Wang Long shuddered, instinctively clutching his pillow, and sleepily looked at the girl standing by the bed.

Qin Minglan was dressed in a brand-new light yellow outfit today. Her black hair was tied into a high ponytail, a silver silk belt was tied around her waist, and she wore deerskin ankle boots. She looked dashing and full of energy.

A three-foot-long sword hung at her waist, the tassel on the scabbard swaying gently with her movements.

"Young...Young Miss?"

Wang Long rubbed his eyes, his voice hoarse.

"It's not even fully light yet, why are you...?"

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Qin Minglan stood with her hands on her hips, her almond-shaped eyes wide open.

"It's already dawn, why are you still sleeping? Get up and teach me your sword techniques!"

Wang Long turned his head and glanced out the window. It was all gray and hazy outside; not even a glimpse of the sun could be seen.

"Young Miss, this old servant cultivated until very late last night and is truly exhausted..."

He yawned, looking exhausted.

"Please allow this old servant to sleep for another half an hour, just half an hour..."

"No!"

Qin Minglan grabbed his arm and pulled him outwards with force.

"You promised me you'd continue teaching sword techniques today! No cheating!"

Wang Long was pulled so that half of his body was hanging off the edge of the bed, and he sighed helplessly.

"Young Miss, this old servant is truly exhausted. Please allow me to rest a little longer..."

"you--"

Qin Minglan grew anxious when she saw that he refused to get up no matter what.

She suddenly exerted force, trying to pull him off the bed.

Qin Minglan tried to pull it twice but couldn't budge it. She stumbled and lost her balance, falling straight forward.

"Why--"

Wang Long's eyes widened, and before he could dodge, the girl had already thrown herself into his arms.

"boom--"

The two collided, and Wang Long's head hit the bed board with a dull thud.

Qin Minglan lay sprawled on his chest, her hands braced on either side of his body, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, her pretty face less than three inches from his.

Eyes facing each other.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.