newbobooks Chapter 35 Goodbye to Xiaozhu
Chapter 35 Goodbye to Xiaozhu
The stewards in black robes inside the palace not only remained unmoved, but also looked at Jiang Yuan strangely, their expressions gradually showing annoyance.
In their view, the places Jiang Yuan was pointing to were two empty seats. Jiang Yuan was making a big fuss by pointing at the air, and she seemed to have lost her mind.
The atmosphere in the room was strange. Jiang Yuan was surrounded by people's cold mockery, surprise, and pity, and she was filled with shame and indignation.
"Are you blind? How can you let such a grown man stand there, treating the mistress as if she were nothing, and wantonly trampling on her dignity!"
Jiang Yuan was on the verge of a mental breakdown. Mu Xiaoqing stood before her with a calm and arrogant expression. How could it be fake? As a mid-stage Golden Core cultivator, her judgment was absolutely correct.
"You're all going to ignore this, right? I will!"
Enraged, Jiang Yuan flicked her sleeves and flew towards Mu Xiaoqing, striking down with her palm.
The spiritual energy at the edge of his palm transformed into a blade, exceptionally sharp.
"Jiang Yuan!"
"Miss Jiang!"
"stop!"
The members of the prominent families in the hall, along with the stewards, were startled by Jiang Yuan's seemingly insane and unconventional behavior, and they all spoke up to stop her.
In the palace of the matriarch, no one is allowed to carry weapons, and there has been no precedent for anyone to fight in the palace for a hundred years.
Luo Sifan's spiritual infant had finished settling and just then opened its eyes.
Seeing the spiritual light emanating from Jiang Yuan's palm, which was about an inch long and exuded a murderous aura, it broke through the air.
For some reason, Mu Xiaoqing forgot to dodge and stood there nonchalantly waiting to be hit.
Without a second thought, Luo Sifan channeled his Taiyi Qingxuan Qi throughout his body and instinctively lunged forward, embracing Mu Xiaoqing tightly.
The two flew out diagonally, but still couldn't avoid being pierced by Jiang Yuan's spiritual light, which cut a bloody gash about a foot long on Luo Sifan's back.
Luo Sifan was so shocked that his vision went black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood onto Mu Xiaoqing's head and face.
"Luo Sifan!"
Mu Xiaoqing was stunned by Luo Sifan's sudden attack, but then her face lit up with joy. She cried out softly, and with a slender hand, the two of them disappeared from the hall in an instant.
Jiang Yuan quickly withdrew her hand when Luo Sifan lunged at her, and was even more stunned when she saw blood blooming on Luo Sifan's back under her palm.
Several cultivators in the hall were knocked off their feet by Luo Sifan and his companion, groaning in pain.
Jiang Yuan stood there blankly, her mind somewhat confused by the sudden disappearance of Mu Xiaoqing and the other person.
"Jiang Yuan!!"
Enraged by the chaos in the hall, the old man in the black robe with gold patterns roared and suddenly attacked.
Where am I?
After fainting, Luo Sifan slowly woke up and opened his eyes to see Mu Xiaoqing smiling broadly.
The large bed smelled wonderful, and the curtains hung lightly.
Luo Sifan struggled a bit, and his back was still a little sore, but fortunately there was no internal damage.
Is it really necessary to be this happy?
Luo Sifan frowned, still somewhat puzzled as to why he had been inexplicably struck by Jiang Yuan's palm strike.
"Young Master risked his life to save Xiaoqing's life, how could Xiaoqing not be happy?"
Mu Xiaoqing sat by the bed, propping her chin on her hand, having been watching Luo Sifan for who knows how long. She smiled and chatted, her demeanor gentle and charming.
Luo Sifan thought for a moment, then stared at Mu Xiaoqing with some suspicion:
"What do you mean by saving your life? Looking back now, I'm afraid I was just being presumptuous and asking for too much help?"
Mu Xiaoqing smiled faintly, did not argue, got up, took a porcelain bowl, slightly elevated Luo Sifan, and skillfully began to feed Luo Sifan.
Luo Sifan's eyes flickered slightly, but she did not refuse. This situation stirred up some memories.
The orchid root is crisp, the taro is soft and sweet, and the porridge is light and flavorful. The knife skills and cooking time of the ingredients are all familiar to Luo Sifan.
"The structure of this house looks familiar?"
Luo Sifan stared at it for a long time, lost in thought. Indeed, the structure of the doors and windows, the furnishings inside, and even the bamboo and wood materials used all resembled the mountain cottage where he had lived in the past.
Upon hearing this, Mu Xiaoqing blushed, and the porcelain spoon in her hand trembled slightly.
"I just like it, young master, do you have a problem with that?"
Her words revealed a hint of arrogance, and Luo Sifan dared not embarrass her any further. The current Mu Xiaoqing was no longer the obedient and even somewhat taciturn little maid in the mountain cottage back then.
Luo Sifan felt a little annoyed with himself for his past life when he was only focused on alchemy and cultivation, completely unaware of the deep affection the little maidservant held for him.
Seeing his gloomy face, Mu Xiaoqing simply threw down the bowl and stuck it all over him.
"Does the young master regret turning a blind eye to this humble servant? Is your coldness unkind?"
Mu Xiaoqing forcefully lifted Luo Sifan's chin, her eyes sharp and aggressive, her tone tinged with resentment, making Luo Sifan feel guilty without giving her a chance to speak.
It seemed that Mu Xiaoqing could see right through his thoughts and ideas.
"So what if it is?"
Luo Sifan blurted out, struggling in vain.
"Yes, let's fix it!"
Mu Xiaoqing's face hardened, and she kissed Luo Sifan fiercely, pulling him into a tight embrace.
I've endured this for over two hundred years, who's going to play the tender and sentimental game with you anymore!
Luo Sifan's vision went black, and his soul left his body, plunging into an indescribable place.
Everything felt so familiar, just like last night's erotic dream.
However, this time Mu Xiaoqing took the lead.
After one night, Mu Xiaoqing seemed much more mature, making Luo Sifan feel shy. It was as if he had become the object of her affections in Mu Xiaoqing's erotic dream.
"Mu Xiaoqing, you were stealing my skills in my dream last night, weren't you?!"
After being manipulated by Mu Xiaoqing until his body was as soft as mud and his soul was about to leave his body, Luo Sifan had a flash of inspiration and murmured.
Mu Xiaoqing angrily shut him up and responded even more fiercely.
Luo Sifan's spirit infant has just been formed, and his soul and physical form have advanced several levels. How could he easily admit defeat?
In the fierce battle, Luo Sifan went from being patient to exerting her strength, gradually turning to a counterattack. However, the gentle and sweet methods she used represented a significant change in her style.
Luo Sifan already knew that this was not some wild fantasy he had indulged in.
"Another kiss? Haven't you kissed enough?"
Mu Xiaoqing seemed somewhat overwhelmed by Luo Sifan's deep affection.
"Of course I can't get enough of it. It's been over two hundred years, and I'm going to make up for it day by day, year by year."
Mu Xiaoqing glared at him, but reluctantly accepted Luo Sifan's explanation.
The anxiety in my heart seemed to be slowly soothed by the gentle touches.
The path led to a secluded spot, and amidst the whispering flowerbeds, Mu Xiaoqing experienced another wonderful aspect of the fusion of spirit and soul.
In the throes of their passionate embrace, Mu Xiaoqing, filled with a mixture of fear and uncertainty, clutched Luo Sifan's head, her dark eyes unfathomable, and murmured to him:
"Young master, Xiaoqing is becoming more and more reluctant to part with you. What should we do?"
Luo Sifan was slightly taken aback:
"What's so difficult about that? Young Master, you can just give up your cultivation and stay here with Xiaoqing."
Mu Xiaoqing's expression was inscrutable, shifting between joy and sorrow. She simply hugged Luo Sifan tightly and began to sob.
The place they were in gradually grew dark, and only the two people who were tightly embracing each other could sense each other's presence.
"I want to, but... I can't!"
A long, mournful sigh, like a knife twisting in one's throat, reached my ears.
After a long while, Luo Sifan woke up from her dream, but her mood was still depressed and unclear.
"Young master, come with me!"
Mu Xiaoqing changed into a gorgeous colorful dress and her hairstyle was changed to that of a married woman. She looked radiant.
Luo Sifan was puzzled, but obediently followed Mu Xiaoqing up the steps to his former study in the mountain cottage.
On the shelves in the study, there were many things that he recognized.
"All the items in the Treasures of Shuimu are here. Young master, you may take them as you wish."
Mu Xiaoqing's expression was calm, as if she had become a different person.
"I will escort you back in half an hour. After that, it will be difficult to see you again."