Chapter 85 Beauty Trap
With Wen Yu watching, Jing Niang could not make trouble in a short time.
Su Yunting finally waited for the day off at Baichuan Academy, and decided to go to the competition stage in Nanshan on the outskirts of Beijing.
I haven’t been there for a long time. I wonder if the martial arts arena is deserted. Are those martial arts masters still competing in the martial arts arena?
The running carriage shows Su Yunting's eager mood.
Su Yunting stuck his head out from time to time and looked around, why hasn't he arrived yet?
Suddenly, not far from the city gate, I saw a girl wearing leggings and girdled waist, wielding a long sword, fighting one against four, without losing any ground.
His heroic appearance is so unlucky!
Su Yunting’s eyes widened, watching this scene eagerly.
The heroine swept her legs, just like the autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves, kicking four enemies away one by one, and then threw a sword flower, which was particularly handsome.
Four men in black fled.
The heroine then turned her head and raised her eyebrows at Su Yunting: "Have you seen enough? Or do you want to try it too?"
Bright as the sun, not as delicate as a noble girl from Kyoto Instead, it exuded the vitality of wild flowers and plants.
Su Yunting's eyes were straight, and he hesitated in the carriage for a long time, not daring to get out of the carriage.
The heroine has a bold demeanor, but the villain inside is jumping for joy.
Haha, he’s just a young boy, why don’t he want to fall under his own peony skirt?
"'Dare you, dare I ask the heroine her name?" Su Yunting clasped his hands in fists, his eyes as bright as stars.
"If your surname is Huang, just call me Mrs. Huang." The corners of Mrs. Huang's mouth raised slightly.
How can I tell you my full name when we meet for the first time? You must maintain your expert demeanor!
“I have something to say that I want to say but dare not say for fear of offending Mrs. Huang.”
Su Yunting hesitated, but there was hope in his eyes.
The corners of Madam Huang’s lips grew wider and wider, and her heart was bubbling with beauty. Who said that Su Erlang was the smartest person?
Aren’t you going to be taken down easily by yourself?
"Children of the Jianghu, don't stick to trivial matters, you just say it doesn't matter."
Su Yunting: "Then I'm not polite. How much money is promised to you by the person who hires you to be a beauty trap? I Pay you double! You only need to show off your skills, no need to sell yourself!”
Madam Huang's smile froze on her face, as if she couldn't believe her ears: "What did you say?"
Su Yunting was very distressed: "Isn't double enough? My grandma has recently taken control of my money. , I can’t give you more. What’s more, with your skills, you are only at the middle level in the competition. Giving you too much will easily cause dissatisfaction among the other masters.”
Mrs. Huang laughed completely. If you can't maintain it anymore, what is mid-level? !
Others can question your charm, but they must not question your force!
“Ha! OK, let me see what a master is like!”
Su Yunting smiled and rolled his eyes. The more such beauty traps the better, he could accept them all.
At the same time, Jiang Guanghai, who was on his way home, met the flower girl whom he met when he visited the flower house for the first time.
"Jiang Langjun, long time no see. In front of the flowers and under the moon, it's a beautiful time. Why don't we recite poems again to continue what we left unfinished last time?"
Hua Niang flowers ordered by Jiang Guanghai Her name is Zisu He, and she is a well-known talented girl in the flower girl circle in Kyoto.
Jiang Guanghai was moved, but he thought about the last time he was threatened by Li Shaoyan because of his affair with Zi Su He. After the incident, he was beaten up by his father.
In a flash of thought, Jiang Guanghai was inspired by Jing Niang's incident and invited Zi Su He to a gathering at Fuquan Tea House.
"The sound of wind, rain, and reading are all in my ears. Has Jiang Langjun thought of the second half of this couplet?"
Zi Suhe's elegant posture and the movement of ordering tea. It is shaped like running water, and with every twist and stroke, a landscape painting appears on the tea foam.
Jiang Guanghai had no clue at first, but maybe after reading with Old Man Cui for a few days, his mood was completely different and he blurted out.
"Care about family affairs, national affairs, and world affairs!"
The tea guests applauded one after another: "Well said! There is a pattern!" "As expected of those taught by Baichuan Academy! With Mr. Cui and Mrs. Yongchang Hou here, it can't be wrong!"
Jiang Guanghai cupped his fists and thanked everyone.
Zi Suhe's eyes froze for a moment, and then he smiled with relief: "Jiang Langjun is righteous, so he is not the same as Amen in the past!"
Although Jiang Guanghai did nothing that day, he only talked to himself We talked about poems and songs all night, but his magnanimity and magnanimity were completely different from who he is today.
At this time, he has the ambition that a talented man from Kyoto should have!
There is indeed an immortal spirit in Baichuan Academy!
After Zisu He said this, he stood up and left.
The streets are brightly lit and people are coming and going.
Zi Suhe's maid stood sideways to block the crowd so as not to bump into her wife, with a worried look on her face: "Madam, you haven't done what I've asked you to do yet."
The lights shone on Zisu He's face, making her look even more charming.
She chuckled and shook her head: "It's done."
On this day, all the women in Kyoto seemed to be walking out of their houses to find their goals.
After Yan Fusong left Fuquan Teahouse, his face completely darkened. He was not as distraught as before, but ice-cold, and seemed to have a hint of humiliation.
“Ah! Help!”
The woman's screams were particularly sad on the way to the outskirts of Beijing.
Yan Fusong responded to the call and saw a carriage running fast on the trail.
The leading horse seemed to be frightened, panicked, and ran out of sight with its four hooves.
"Mr. Jun, help!" The woman's panicked voice sounded so pitiful.
Yan Fu Matsumoto didn’t want to pay attention to it. Beauty is great, but you must have a life to enjoy it.
If you are hit by this carriage, you may lose your life, or you may lose your arms and legs, which will affect your future.
But under the moonlight, the woman stretched out her beautiful cheeks and was about to cry. She was so beautiful that she was breathtaking.
What moved Yan Fusong even more was the inconspicuous family emblem on the side of the carriage, which was as low-key as the family represented by the family emblem.
“Girl, jump down! I’ll catch you!” Yan Fusong didn’t dare to stop the crazy horse, but he could still give it a try to catch a little lady!
“But I’m scared!” The girl’s beautiful face turned pale with fright, and her teardrops were hanging on her eyelashes, she was about to fall, so pitiful.
"Girl, believe me!"
Under the moonlight, Yan Fusong's eyes were firm and powerful.
The girl mustered up her courage, jumped up, and was held tightly in Yan Fusong's arms.
Yan Fusong used his strength to roll several times to relieve the impact.
When the two stopped rolling, they realized that they were surrounded by a piece of grass.
The grass sprouting lightly shows its greenness tenderly and shyly in the moonlight.
"Mr. Sir, I can't repay you for saving my life." The girl breathed like blue, her cheeks were red, her eyes were watery, and her red lips attracted people to peck her.
She stretched out her two jade arms and hugged Yan Fusong's neck. Her tone was as light as a goose feather, tickling Yan Fusong's heart: "I can only promise you with my body."
Yan Fusong thought about the huge difference between their family backgrounds and couldn't help but lower his head to absorb the sweetness.
(End of this chapter)