Chapter Fifty-Two p3
Before she could even ask, Shu Mengqing immediately denied: “Impossible, if it were someone else, they might be fooled by the spices, but how could my master-grandfather be so sharp? How could he be fooled by his little tricks! Whether he has taken the flesh and blood pills or not, my master-grandfather will know with one sniff, he can’t deny it!“
Bo Chi was relieved: “That’s good. In that case, there’s no need to worry about what tricks he’s going to play. The most important thing is to transport these spices back and make up for the losses of your shops during this time.“
This residence was probably a long-term foothold for Zhang Yan’s men. The spices inside could not be collected in a short time. Bo Chi and the others could only go back first, tell the news to the people of Drunken Moon Villa, and then wait for them to run back and forth.
During this time, Bo Chi was bored, so she often went out to play with Yu Zhao, and only returned to the inn to greet Shu Mengqing and the others at night.
Therefore, it wasn’t until everything was ready and they were about to return that she noticed the ambiguous marks on San Niang’s neck, and asked blankly and dazedly: “You, didn’t you sleep together last night?“
San Niang blushed and hid behind Shu Mengqing without saying a word.
Shu Mengqing was calm and composed, and smiled frankly: “Yes, we slept together.“
Bo Chi: “…”
Chinese characters were indeed profound and broad.
One word ‘sleep’ could express two meanings at the same time.
Bo Chi got into the carriage with admiration, and was about to gossip with Yu Zhao about how those two got together, when Yu Zhao took her hand first, kneading it gently but firmly, and in an extremely ambiguous way, and whispered: “I also want to sleep with you…“
Bo Chi’s face suddenly turned red, she acted shy for a while, and leaned close to her ear and whispered: “It’s not convenient in the carriage, let’s, let’s go back and sleep together.“
Yu Zhao’s breathing quickened, she closed her eyes, but still couldn’t suppress the heat in her heart. The hand around Bo Chi’s waist slid slightly, landing on the girl’s perky buttocks, and her voice was hoarse and seductive: “Then let me touch… just touch, I won’t do anything.“
Bo Chi’s face was flushed and her heart was beating fast, she softened in her arms, and bit her lip to suppress the strange sound.
On the way back, the people in the two carriages didn’t get off.
Everyone was oblivious, and just returned to Drunken Moon Villa and settled down to rest.
That night, Shu Mengqing took San Niang to her father’s room.
After a while, an angry roar came from inside: “Before you left, you swore to me that you liked men! As a result, after this trip, you brought me a daughter-in-law???“
“You, you are really filial, you’re going to be the death of your dad!“
**
It was early autumn, and the weather was still a bit hot. Although it was still early, it was already bright outside.
Bo Chi sat in front of the dressing table, her soft, black hair loose, wearing a thin silk dress, choosing the hairpins she wanted to wear today from the box.
Yu Zhao, who had finished making the bed, walked behind her, picked up a rosewood comb, and gently combed her long hair, her gaze falling on the mirror, staring at Bo Chi’s face with gentle eyes.
Bo Chi didn’t notice, found a flower hairpin, and raised it excitedly: “How about wearing this one today?“
“Okay.” Yu Zhao naturally had no objections, took it and inserted it into her hair, and praised sincerely: “It looks good.“
Bo Chi’s almond eyes curved, and she stood up and pressed Yu Zhao onto the stool.
Yu Zhao was puzzled: “I’ve already tied my hair.“
“I know.” Bo Chi took out a bright red ribbon from the box, then pulled off the black hair tie she had been using for who knows how long, and said as she changed it: “But I want to change it for a new one. You’re mine now, and I want to dress you up beautifully, you definitely can’t be worse than before!“
Yu Zhao’s eyes were smiling, and she let her do it obediently.
After the ponytail was tied up again, Bo Chi leaned on her shoulder in the same way, looked at the mirror and praised: “Not bad, it looks good!“
After being lovey-dovey for a while, the two of them finally left.
As soon as they walked to the front hall hand in hand, they heard an unfamiliar and weak voice inside: “Don’t listen to your dad, he hasn’t learned much, but the rigid etiquette has been deeply ingrained in his mind. It’s understandable for the civil officials in the court to be rigid, but he’s a martial artist who travels the world, and he doesn’t know how to adapt, isn’t he waiting to be cheated to death?“
After saying this in one breath, the voice paused before continuing: “Besides, San Niang is so talented, she should be my disciple. You have to keep a close eye on her, don’t let her feel wronged and run back to Shudi.“
Shu Mengqing’s voice sounded: “Okay, thank you, Master-Grandfather, for your approval.“
Hearing that their conversation had come to a pause, Bo Chi deliberately coughed twice, and then walked in with Yu Zhao.
As soon as they appeared, the old man in the front hall stood up with the help of the table, his eyes bright: “Is this the Medical Immortal? As expected of someone from the Medicine Valley, you are truly a miracle worker! This old man is fortunate to be saved by you. In the future, if you have any orders, just tell me and I’ll do anything!“
Bo Chi hurriedly said that she didn’t deserve such praise, and exchanged a few polite words with him, then said seriously: “The golden autumn month is coming soon, Bo Chi doesn’t ask for anything from Old Hero Shen, I only hope that you will recover and take a good look at the true face of the Red Sleeve Pavilion’s owner.“
Shen Lao Xia narrowed his eyes and nodded knowingly: “Don’t worry, Medical Immortal, this old man will naturally keep my eyes open and look carefully.“
Bo Chi smiled, and was about to say something more, when a voice suddenly came from outside, full of anger: “Shu Mengqing! Do you still have me, your father, in your eyes? You actually dared to go behind my back and directly find— Uh, ha, haha, Medical Immortal is here too.“
Suddenly seeing Bo Chi and the others, Villa Master Shu subconsciously hid the wooden stick behind him, and chuckled dryly.
Bo Chi greeted him, and seeing that they were about to close the door and deal with family matters, she quickly dragged Yu Zhao and slipped away.
When they reached the garden, Bo Chi shook her head and said: “It’s hard to judge family matters. Villa Master Shu looks very angry, I don’t know if Shu Mengqing and the others can make it through.“
“Shu Mengqing is strong-willed and more assertive than her father. If she is determined to be with San Niang, no one can stop them.” Yu Zhao slowly expressed her inner thoughts, and then added: “You and I don’t need to consider this. I’ve been a beggar since childhood, without parents, so naturally I have nothing to fear.“
When she said this, Bo Chi suddenly remembered her rotten peach blossoms. Although she didn’t take the initiative to provoke them, her voice still weakened a bit: “I, I’m almost the same.“
Yu Zhao hummed, and suddenly changed the subject: “Since there are no obstacles, then when shall we get married?“
Bo Chi: “Huh?“
Yu Zhao looked down at her, her expression serious: “Although you and I are martial artists, and don’t care about reputation, marriage is not a child’s play. No matter what, I want to give you a proper status.“
Bo Chi, who had been married six or seven or eight times: “…Actually, I don’t care about status.“
Yu Zhao was silent for two seconds, and said dejectedly: “But I do. I want a status… Yun Lan Yi, relying on being your junior sister, approached you unscrupulously. Shu Mengqing is your friend, and you talk about everything. But I’m not even a guard. Even if I can be close to you every day, I always feel uneasy…“
Her voice was soft and ethereal, carrying endless sorrow.
Bo Chi’s heart softened again and again, and finally, she took the initiative to hug her arm, and said repeatedly: “I was wrong, I was wrong, let’s get married right now! Let the whole world know that you’re my wife!“
Yu Zhao’s red lips curled up imperceptibly, and then quickly straightened. She looked at her fixedly like a puppy: “Then what about Yun Lan Yi…“
Bo Chi interrupted domineeringly: “What about her? I’m not familiar with her!“
Yu Zhao’s eyes fluttered, and she asked again: “And your masters…“
Bo Chi paused, and coughed lightly: “Master and the others have always been open-minded, they won’t say anything. Besides, we can present them with a fait accompli! Anyway, they can’t fly over to lecture me.“
Yu Zhao was satisfied: “Okay, then I’ll go and prepare for the wedding. The eighth day of next month is a good day, how about we get married on that day?”
Bo Chi readily agreed.
After agreeing, she wondered: “How do you know that the eighth day of next month is a good day?“
Yu Zhao: “…”
Yu Zhao: “What do you want to eat for lunch?“
Bo Chi’s attention was immediately diverted, and she started to rattle off the names of dishes.
Yu Zhao listened with a straight face, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.
Time passed quickly, and the news of Bo Chi and Yu Zhao’s upcoming marriage was silently posted on the new issue of the martial arts tabloid.
Outsiders were only surprised that they were two women. Yun Lan Yi, who was far away in the Medicine Valley, heard the news, and her face instantly darkened.
Before she could find a way to sneak out of the Medicine Valley, her master came first, with a cold poisonous snake wrapped around her arm, and said leisurely: “My good disciple, you’ve already forced your senior sister to not dare to come home, why won’t you let her go?“
Yun Lan Yi stared at the poisonous snake, tugged at the corners of her lips, and said meekly: “Master is right, it’s this disciple’s fault, I’m sorry, senior sister.“
The second master put the poisonous snake on the door with a smile that wasn’t quite a smile, and turned around leisurely: “Since you know you’re wrong, reflect on yourself. With Rong Rong watching you, don’t even think about running away again.”
Yun Lan Yi clenched her fists tightly, her nails digging deeply into her flesh, but there was still a gentle smile on her face: “Okay, this disciple will listen to Master.“
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