Legend Of Fuyao 191 Untitled

The shameless official, Meng Fuyao, continued to visit Prince Heng's residence every day. After a while, trouble finally came.

The most favored ninth concubine, out of the 18 concubines who lived in the residence, committed adultery with him. And they were caught red-handed.

Did anyone understand the reason why Zhangsun Wuji questioned Zong Yue in the previous chapter? The meridian system was actually a concept in medical science; everyone had a self-healing function, and whenever necessary, it was vital to always cultivate one's immunity and ability to recuperate. As the saying goes, every medicine is 30% poisonous. Hence, relying on medicine to suppress medical conditions or injuries may wield results in the short term, but in the long run, it might not be beneficial for the body. A good example would be taking antibiotics Children who lived in China would be given antibiotics whenever they were down with a fever, but such a method was not encouraged overseas, where doctors would choose to let the child recuperate by developing his own antibody. A body that was strengthened through pain was much more reliable than one that relied on antibiotics to heal. Furthermore, there were definitely no benefits from relying on antibiotics.

Zhangsun Wuji was implying that Zong Yue knew that allowing Meng Fuyao to slowly heal was the best way, but he had anxiously used medicine to control her conditions. It created a false impression that she was very healthy, and her martial arts did improve, but in the future, her body condition might falter or even suffer from after effects because of this.

The whole incident started because our General Meng was simply too handsome.

The handsome General Meng was chatting with Prince Heng one day, while his concubines seemed to be riding on horses in the back garden. Somehow, one of the horses was provoked, and it charged crazily in all directions, causing people to scream in shock. The guards dashed after it, but they could not match up to the speed of the fiery horse that was a special tribute from Mo Lo. They wanted to stall the horse, but they were also afraid of accidentally causing harm to the ninth wife who was on the horse. With such a dilemma, the crowd s.h.i.+fted to the front yard in a mixture of screams and shouts.

On the horse, the ninth wife's hair was in a mess, and the color had drained from her face. She was already at a loss for words, and as the horse dashed faster and faster, she realized that her hands were so weak that she could no longer hold on to the reins, and she was about to fall. Seeing that the horse was still charging towards the Prince, she knew that her only outcome would be death, whether she fell or the horse b.u.mped into the Prince. In her state of helplessness, she decided to just close her eyes and let go of the reins to wait for her impending death.

As the horse was completely let loose, there was a long roar as the horse broke into a mad gallop. The black and mighty horse resembled a mobile dark iceberg that was about to viciously collide into Zhan Beiheng, who looked back in shock.

Amidst the screams, Meng Fuyao turned her head.

Reaching out her hand, her fingers extended like a blossoming flower, and they hooked on the horse's neck and twisted.

Hui!

The fiery horse - taller and more buff than ordinary horses - was sent revolving in mid-air just by the force of her fingers!

The ma.s.sive horse did a somersault in the air, and landed heavily, creating a hole in the ground and causing a huge volume of dust to rise as high as one-feet tall!

Meanwhile, the ninth wife fell.

She fell as lightly as a peach blossom branch, and the bottom of her pink robes opened like a flower.

When she fell, she saw the handsome and attractive teenage boy, who smashed the horse in another direction as his robes flew. She saw how he looked back, and how his eyes sparkled with radiance.

Her heart thumped, uncertain whether it was because she was about to come into contact with the ground or the teenage boy's shoulders.

Luckily, whenever damsels were in distress, there were always attractive knights clad in s.h.i.+ning armor who would come to their rescue.

Meng Fuyao pulled back the hand that was on the horse's neck and extended it towards the beauty's neck instead.

Without any pity for the beauty, she applied the same twist on the beauty's neck. Though her fingers looked normal, it created a strange rhythm, causing the beauty to turn limp. In no time, she had already swiveled lightly in the air to a different position, and she landed safely in Meng Fuyao's arms.

The damsel looked up, and her eyelashes fluttered while beads of tears formed in her eyes, and she gazed firmly at her savior.

The man in front of her had such a charming composure and was remarkably talented…

However, Meng Fuyao did not even look at her, and she hurriedly shoved the boneless woman in her arms towards Zhan Beiheng. 'Mamma mia, what powder did she apply on her face? It's insanely overwhelming and even scarier than Lord Yuan Bao who's recently madly in love with aromatic scents.'

Zhan Beiheng held his ninth wide in his arms. As she looked down, under her moist eyelashes, the watery eyes secretly stole a glance at Meng Fuyao, and her gazes came one after another…

And these gazes slowly created trouble.

The ninth wife became much more virtuous from then on. Whenever there was a need to serve tea or food - ch.o.r.es that the attendants would usually do - she would personally s.n.a.t.c.h these jobs. Once, she even boiled soup personally, and such an unprecedented move immediately caused Zhan Beiheng to look displeased. On the other hand, Meng Fuyao gobbled down the food ignorantly, and even showered many praises. "The ninth lady has such great skills! Your Highness, you're so lucky!"

Hearing her words, the ninth wife smiled as beautifully as a flower. In her eyes, there seemed to be a boat waiting for a pa.s.senger to board, but the pa.s.senger was too dumb and only knew how to eat.

She became upset and looked vertically up at the sky, which reflected the shadow of that person who did not have a conscience. 'Maybe the soup isn't fresh enough, and I need to add more ingredients?' she thought.

Meng Fuyao peeked at her from the corner of her eye. 'What a pity, for such a young girl to land up as one of the eighteen women. No matter how much stamina Zhan Beiheng had, and no matter how much he favored her, thrice was probably the maximum number of times each month…'

Engrossed in her thoughts, she walked back home. The guinea pig pounced on her and sniffed her as soon as she entered the door, and then turned to chatter towards Zhangsun Wuji. Meng Fuyao grabbed the guinea pig's ears and questioned him, but he chose to fold his arms and look in another direction.

Zhangsun Wuji translated his words. "He says that you're using low-grade powder, and there's the smell of women on you."

The corner of Meng Fuyao's lips twitched. 'What did that mean? Am I not a woman? Did I not smell like a woman before?'

After contemplating for a moment, she changed her mind. 'Actually, maybe, probably, I don't.'

For the next few days, Meng Fuyao continued to smell that way. Zhangsun Wuji smiled more and more suggestively, but Meng Fuyao pretended as if nothing was happening. Then, on one fine night, Meng Fuyao and Zhan Beiheng tested their abilities to drink. Zhan Beiheng didn't win, and Meng Fuyao didn't lose, so the drunk Zhan Beiheng was escorted back by his attendants. Waving his hands on a wooden bench, he slurred. "Captain Meng, goodbye… won't… send you…"

Meng Fuyao waved towards the enormous enamel flower vase. "Prince, goodbye… won't send you off…"

She burped, spun three rounds around the room and prepared to sleep in the inner room, thinking that this was her house. As she walked, she felt that it was too warm, so she took off her outer robe and draped it on her arm. When she reached a corner, a guard was walking up to her. She was about to command him to leave, but a pair of soft hands suddenly reached out and grabbed her, pulling her into darkness.

The pair of hands smelled very nice and had the scent of the "low-grade powder", as certified by the expert, a certain Lord Yuan Bao. It tugged on Meng Fuyao's sleeves and led her to an empty room in a corner of the yard. That was a room for the Prince to rest and admire the flowers, and the inner decoration was exquisite. Rarely would anyone come by, hence after much research, the ninth wife chose this location as the place to confess her love. All was ready except for the crucial element, but that night the crucial element came, and the smell of alcohol was strong. Good, very good.

The bed was soft and smelled pleasant, and amongst the jade-colored bed curtains and gold hooks, a strong smell of agarwood wafted from the gold incense burner. The ninth wife sat on the bed, and she was scantily clad. Her chest could vaguely be seen, as the front of her red robes had an open slit. She took lotus-like steps, and her snow-white legs could roughly be seen - summer was such a good season, as people wouldn't be afraid of catching a cold even if they wore less.

Meng Fuyao immediately pounced.

And she landed on the soft… bed sheets.

She rubbed her face against it and probably felt that it was as smooth and cool as a particular person's pal. Thus she laid on it and stopped moving.

The ninth wife had amorously waited for almost half a day, but someone started snoring. Once again, she looked sadly at the sky. Thinking that since she had already kidnapped the person to her bed, and a lost opportunity might not come again, she decided to just do it and all other matter could wait.

Hence, she started taking off Meng Fuyao's inner robes.

There were many b.u.t.tons, and when she reached the third one, Meng Fuyao was already starting to sober up.

"Pa!" In an instant, she pushed the hand away and scolded, "Gangster! Trying to take advantage of me again!"

In return, the ninth wife chuckled softly. Leaning close, she whispered, and her breath breezed against Meng Fuyao's ear. "Officer, I'll not take advantage of you, come take advantage of me then…"

Her fingers had just opened Meng Fuyao's robes halfway, when she suddenly exclaimed, "Ah! What's this belt of cloth…"

Instantly, Meng Fuyao became one-third sober, and she recalled that she was wearing her inner dress. 'Ah, if she sees this precious thing, won't my chest area that just started to grow be in danger?' she thought.

Immediately, she climbed up, pushed the ninth wife and headed to the door. However, the ninth wife was not going to let that happen, and she smiled as she extended her snowy-white legs to hook Meng Fuyao back.

Her feet successfully hooked onto Meng Fuyao's half-opened dress, and Meng Fuyao fell back on the bed. Laughing seductively, the ninth wife pounced on her, but she rolled away and pulled together both her inner dress and outer robe. Just as she was about to grab the robe on the floor, an "octopus" had tangled her from behind. The sharp octopus-like fingernails hooked on her robes and tugged, and her inner dress immediately was torn open. Angered, Meng Fuyao leaped back and was about to punch someone, but the "octopus" felt that this was a manly move and smiled as she welcomed Meng Fuyao's move. As such, Meng Fuyao's punch was not successful, and she was pushed back down to the bed again.

After much entangling and fighting on the bed, the ninth wife panted heavily and slipped herself into Meng Fuyao's arms like a slippery snake. "Nice man…" she said.

The nice person was hurriedly trying to disentangle herself when a ray of light shone in from a far distance.

Shocked, the ninth wife covered her eyes with her hands, but from the gaps in her fingers, she could see two rows of palace lanterns approaching from the garden. At the center of the lanterns stood a very displeased Zhan Beiheng.

It had always been the rule of thumb for husbands to appear in a scene of adultery.

The couple on the bed got up in a hurry. While the ninth wife was worried about being caught red-handed, Meng Fuyao was anxious about her inner dress being torn apart as her insides would be revealed!

In her scramble, she grabbed a piece of clothing and stuffed it in her clothes. Looking up in a state of drunkenness, she smiled at Zhan Beiheng. "Prince… your female dog is in need of some romance, please bring her back."

Beside Zhan Beiheng, a guard shouted icily, "Meng Fuyao, how daring of you to flirt with the Prince's favored concubine!"

"Did I? Did I?" Meng Fuyao opened her arms as she looked down. "My clothes are tidy…"