Martial Arts Crossover: My Master is Huang Rong

Even deep in her subconscious, she felt a strange sense of goodwill towards that domineering pull!

This completely involuntary psychological change made Zhao Min feel a sudden, inexplicable panic, but for the sake of the bigger picture, she could only suppress it.

"Young...Young Master...you're drunk..."

Zhao Min forced herself to remain calm, but on her disguised, plain face, she managed to contort herself into a display of shyness and fear, as if a maid were being teased by her master.

She deliberately lowered her voice, her tone trembling slightly, "This servant...this servant is just a maid, of lowly status...how could I be worthy to sit and drink with such a divine figure as Young Master? This...this is probably against the rules...if the Sect Leader's wife sees this, she'll break this servant's legs..."

As she spoke, she struggled to stand up.

"What rules? If she dares to hit you, I'll be there!"

Lin Xuan not only didn't let go, but instead pressed her even more forcefully into the chair.

Those slightly dazed eyes stared straight at Zhao Min. "Drinking is all about having a good time! What does status or position matter? If I say you can drink, then you can drink!"

Looking at Lin Xuan's shameless act of pretending to be drunk and crazy.

Zhao Min felt a surge of bitterness in her heart.

This Lin Xuan, his martial arts skills are so high. And his fighting spirit during our last encounter in Dali was truly extraordinary!

How did you become like this after just a little alcohol?

But at this moment, she and Lin Xuan were extremely close, almost able to feel each other's breath.

In order to successfully get the poisoned wine into Lin Xuan's stomach and complete her grand plan, she had no choice but to endure and cooperate.

"Then...then this servant will dare to have a drink with you, young master..."

A sly glint flashed quickly in Zhao Min's bright, expressive eyes.

She stretched out her fair hands and picked up a spare wine glass from the table.

but!

She did not take the pot of poisoned wine that she had brought, which contained "Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder".

Instead, he naturally picked up the pot of ordinary Western Region liquor that hadn't been drugged and poured himself a full glass.

“Young master, this pot of wine was specially collected for you by the sect leader. This servant is of lowly status, and it is too much of an honor for this servant to drink such fine wine.”

Zhao Min held the glass of strong liquor, which was not poisoned, in both hands.

Her eyes and brows held a blend of heroic spirit and delicate charm.

"This servant will offer you a toast with the ordinary wine on this table. May you have boundless happiness and all your wishes fulfilled."

This little girl is quite clever; she actually turned the tables on him!

Looking at Zhao Min's charming smile, how could Lin Xuan not know her little trick of being wary?

She was afraid that he would force her to drink that poisoned wine, so she was preparing an escape route for herself in advance.

Lin Xuan found it amusing, but deliberately put on a serious face and shook his head.

"No, no, no!"

Lin Xuan snatched the wine glass from Zhao Min's hand and slammed it on the table. Fueled by alcohol, he shouted, "If you won't drink this wine, then I won't drink it either! Is there some kind of poison in it?"

Upon hearing the word "poison".

Zhao Min's heart tightened slightly, but she maintained the humility of a maid and waved her hands repeatedly:

"Young master, you are too kind. This was specially presented to you by the sect leader. How could it be poisonous? This servant simply dared not overstep her bounds."

"Since it's not poisoned, let's drink from the same pot! Let's drink from the pot you're holding!"

Lin Xuan made a domineering decision.

He picked up the pot of wine that hadn't been drugged on the table and poured a full glass for both Zhao Min and himself.

Then, Lin Xuan pulled Zhao Min aside and began a long exchange of pleasantries.

"Little girl, what's your name?"

"Judging from your figure, you don't seem to have grown up in this harsh and cold Western Region. You have more of the plump and gentle features of a woman from Jiangnan. Where are you from?"

"How did you end up working as a servant at the Kunlun Sect, just serving tea and water?"

Lin Xuan asked one question after another, his eyes lingering unabashedly on Zhao Min's alluring curves.

Zhao Min was so annoyed by his questions that she had no choice but to rely on her clever mind to fabricate a tragic false background.

"Young master... my name is Xiao Mei. I was originally from Jiangnan... but my hometown suffered a famine, and my parents died. Forced by circumstances, I begged my way here. Fortunately, the Kunlun Sect took pity on me and took me in, which is how I managed to have a bite to eat..."

The two continued their conversation in this way, exchanging words back and forth.

As Lin Xuan got more and more excited, his hands became increasingly unrestrained.

He would occasionally grasp Zhao Min's wrist or gently touch her slender waist.

Feeling the softness of Zhao Min's graceful body.

Zhao Min was furious, but she was determined to complete her plan.

He could only suppress the tingling and discomfort in his heart, and still wear a humble smile on his face as he answered Lin Xuan's utterly boring questions.

We chatted for the time it takes to drink a cup of tea!

During this time, Lin Xuan didn't drink a single drop of alcohol! Zhao Min naturally couldn't find an excuse to offer him a toast!

Time was ticking away, second by second!

A sense of anxiety gradually arose in Zhao Min's heart.

She knew she couldn't let Lin Xuan continue spouting nonsense.

Zhao Min's eyes flickered, she took a deep breath, and took the initiative to pick up the "treasured fine wine" that had been spiked on the table.

"I have heard much about your heroic deeds in Xiangyang, young master. I have heard that you slaughtered three thousand wolf riders in one battle, making you the most outstanding hero in the world today!"

Zhao Min looked at Lin Xuan with an adoring tone and a charming smile.

She stretched out her right hand, picked up the cup filled with poisoned wine, and handed it to Lin Xuan.

"It is an honor for this servant to meet you today, young master. You are truly extraordinary and possess a distinguished bearing. I dare to offer you a cup of this fine wine, treasured by the sect leader!"

With these beautiful words.

The cup of poisoned wine came to a steady stop at Lin Xuan's lips.

Lin Xuan stretched out his powerful hand.

Just as Zhao Min thought that this major threat was about to fall into her trap and was secretly gloating!

Lin Xuan only took the wine glass, but did not drink it down immediately as she had wished.

He held the wine glass in his hand, playing with it as the clear liquid inside swirled gently.

Lin Xuan's drunken eyes were fixed on Zhao Min.

"Xiao Mei."

Lin Xuan's tone became flippant, with a hint of nonchalance, "As the saying goes, drinking is not just about the pleasures; it's best when accompanied by music, singing, and dancing!"

"It is fate that we meet. As the saying goes, good wine goes well with a beautiful woman. Since you have offered me this fine wine, wouldn't it be a waste to just drink it dry like this?"

Lin Xuan placed the wine glass back on the table, a carefree smile playing on his lips.

"How about... you dance for me here first, to liven things up? After I've seen your dance, I'll drink this fine wine you've offered, shall we?"

what?

Dance!

Upon hearing this unexpected request, Zhao Min's triumphant smile froze instantly!

A feeling of humiliation suddenly welled up inside me!

She was the apple of the eye of the Prince of Ruyang!

Princess Shaomin, of incomparably noble birth in Mongolia!

How could someone of her noble birth and privileged status possibly perform the kind of dances meant to please a man, like those lowly courtesans?

What's more, the man in front of her was the enemy she dreamed of tearing to pieces!

Zhao Min's chest heaved violently, and a dangerous glint flashed in her eyes.

But she looked at the untouched cup of poisoned wine that Lin Xuan had put back on the table.

Reason forcefully suppressed her anger.

She knew that she absolutely could not turn against him now, or all her efforts would be in vain!

"Young...Young Master, you are too kind to this humble servant."

Zhao Min lowered her head, her voice weak, and tried her best to refuse, "This servant...this servant has been poor since childhood, and is clumsy. I can only do some rough work. How could I know how to dance? If I twist and turn randomly, I'm afraid it will offend your eyes and spoil your enjoyment."

"It's alright!"

Lin Xuan waved his hand dismissively, behaving like a spoiled brat who was completely unreasonable.

"So what if you can't dance? Dancing is all about that 'feeling' when you're tipsy!"

Lin Xuan casually reached out and hooked Zhao Min's chin.

"As long as you feel it, just sway a few times as you please, and that's the most beautiful dance move. No matter how you dance, it's right!"

Feeling the warm touch on her chin, Zhao Min's heart skipped a beat.

"That damn Lin Xuan..."

Zhao Min cursed under her breath, her mind filled with conflict.

If he could drink the entire pot of wine, the dosage of the Ten Fragrant Tendon-Softening Powder would be enough to turn Lin Xuan into a cripple who could be crushed at any moment!

"How about...we give him a dance?"

Zhao Min secretly made plans in her mind.

She secretly glanced at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan's face was flushed, his eyes were unfocused, and he could barely sit still in his chair.

He looked completely drunk.

I'm afraid we won't even be able to see people's faces clearly anymore.

Moreover, she was currently only disguised as an ordinary maid.

Even if she jumps and regains her status as a princess, who would know that she suffered such injustice today?

Under the influence of the strange charm of the Yin-Yang Supplementing Technique, Zhao Min actually felt that it wouldn't hurt to dance!

Zhao Min is actually very good at dancing.

When she was very young, her equally beautiful mother taught her a wonderful dance.

In recent years, she has been busy with the grand plan for Mongolia and has long since stopped touching such romantic and frivolous things.

Now, they are being forced into this position by Lin Xuan.

For the greater good!

"Since you wish to see, young master... then this servant will make a fool of herself."

After weighing the pros and cons, Zhao Min took a deep breath.

She slowly stood up.

They walked to the open space in the center of the hall.

There was no musical accompaniment, only the silent night and the flickering candlelight.

Zhao Min slowly closed her eyes.

As she recalled her mother's teachings, her arms slowly and gently rose.

Although she was wearing that rough and loose maid's dress.

But the moment she started dancing.

That tattered dress couldn't conceal her unparalleled beauty and graceful figure that emanated from her very being!

She tiptoed on her small toes, her slender waist twisting and turning, displaying an amazing flexibility.