Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 35: Young Master Murong

"White horse howls in the west wind, sword in hand, annihilating the Nine Heng, an extraordinary talent, the young Murong of Fufeng."

This is a doggerel poem by Huang Jiugai, the oldest beggar on Jinghuang Street in Fufeng Mansion, describing Murong Xiu, the eldest son of the Murong family. However, it spread throughout the city within a few months.

Because it was so apt!

The horse is a fine jade dragon with a green face, adorned with a brand new tiger skin saddle and bridle made of jade.

The sword is three feet and seven inches long, made of black iron that can cut through mud, with a white sharkskin scabbard embedded with nine luminous pearls. It glimmers brightly in the sunlight, regardless of its sharpness.

His attire is a well-tailored and brightly colored tribute brocade robe, with a "Heavenly Jade" hanging from his waist, a famous product from the Western Regions. In the only pocket of his robe, there is a small bag of "Fairy Fragrance," which only the palace concubines are qualified to possess.

Just by getting close to Young Master Murong within ten meters, one can smell a pungent fragrance.

In addition, with his handsome face and noble nose, he exudes an elegant and dashing aura that would make any man feel ashamed.

Although he is not yet married, he has eighteen beautiful and alluring concubines in his household, which is truly envy-inducing.

At this moment, the people from Fufeng Mansion who came to rescue were naturally centered around him.

A group of people had already inquired about everything related to Chen Jing, Yuan Mo'er, and the other constables on the peak, and they basically knew everything.

"Charge up and save my sister. They are just a few bandits. I know them. Forget about their strange conditions, what water they drink, or what cruel tortures they demand. It's all a joke!"

The one speaking was the only legitimate son of the prefect, Su Zefeng. He is seventeen years old this year and was originally a student at the National Academy in the capital. Due to his poor academic performance and his close association with the second-generation officials who indulged in debauchery, he was dragged by his father by the ear and sent to his post. He then entered the Autumn Palace Pavilion as a student. This time, he happened to be on a ten-day break at home.

"Young Master Su, you care too much. But if those bandits become desperate and harm Miss Su, what will you do then?"

Wearing a white muslin jacket, with a playful smile on her face, Yuan Yourong lightly laughed. Her hands were calloused from years of martial arts training.

She is the most outstanding genius girl of the Yuan family, also a student of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, and also on a ten-day break at home. However, she is not comparable to Su Zefeng, who is just a third-class student. She is among the top students and is only sixteen years old, already at the seventh rank.

"Well... we can't just let them do whatever they want. Even if we agree to their strange conditions, it will only eliminate one torture at a time. My sister is still in danger. We have already eliminated six tortures with the six constables. The four of us, along with our subordinates, still need to eliminate twelve more. If they still refuse to release her and continue to list eighteen more, will we have to keep playing along with them?"

Su Zefeng's face turned red. He and Su Miaojin are not blood siblings, but they were born in the same year. However, he always inexplicably feels inferior in front of Su Miaojin and is often scolded and ordered around by her. It's not like they are siblings, but it feels like they are.

As he spoke, he looked at the tutor in the mansion who had been silent all along, his father's close friend and a learned scholar. "Old Hao, what do you think?"

With gray hair and wearing a Confucian robe, his hands clasped in his sleeves, the learned scholar, who looked like a schoolteacher, had a gentle smile on his face. "I think the young master makes a valid point. We can't continue to drag this out. Otherwise, Miss Su might give birth before we resolve the situation!"

Su Zefeng's face froze, and he angrily snorted, "Hmph! What's the specific plan then?"

The learned scholar shrugged. "I don't have one."

Su Zefeng then looked at the group of constables. "What about you?"

"Anything works!"

Chen Jing, Yuan Mo'er, and the other constables remained calm. Among the four of them, apart from Su Zefeng, who is at the ninth rank, the other three are at the seventh rank. The heavy burden of the rescue naturally fell on their shoulders, especially since we are injured.

With no progress in the discussion, everyone couldn't help but turn their gaze to Murong Xiu, whose fragrance filled the air.

He had been sitting high on his precious horse the whole time, with a calm demeanor. His appearance of having everything under control was truly impressive.

"Hehe..."

Murong Xiu's smile was warm and comforting, making people feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze. His words also warmed people's hearts. "You don't need to worry or take risks to save her. Leave everything to me. I will definitely rescue Miss Su from the peak!"

After finishing speaking, he jumped off the BMW and walked step by step towards the peak. Even though he stepped on a puddle of mud, his posture remained elegant, calm, and carefree, impeccable.

"Truly worthy of Young Master Murong!"

Everyone cupped their fists in respect. No one doubted the abilities of Young Master Murong, just like no one doubted that he could single-handedly eliminate the Nine Hengshui Bandits with a horse and a sword.

Only Chen Jing's mouth twitched, intending to give a reminder or two, but considering the vast difference in their identities and the higher realm of the other party, he had no choice but to remain silent.

On the peak, Xin Zhuo changed into a garment washed with Su Miaojin, wearing a linen robe with holes for fingers and a strong smell of soap. Accompanied by Cui Ying'er and Huang Dagui, he surveyed the crowd below the peak.

Especially that group of newcomers dressed in gorgeous attire.

"The leader, that pretty boy, is coming up!" Bai Jianxi was a little nervous, leaning closer to some of his own people and disdainfully saying, "I hate these effeminate people the most, they have no trace of masculinity!"

Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang's mouths twitched, but they couldn't argue given the current situation.

"Leader, what do you think? This person should be very strong!" Cui Ying'er worriedly asked.

Xin Zhuo thought seriously for a moment and said, "Have Qiniang bring Miss Su here!"

Han Jiulang left quickly and returned quickly, with Qiniang following behind. Qiniang grabbed Su Miaojin's arm with one hand and held a knife to her neck with the other.

Su Miaojin didn't show much emotional fluctuation, as if she wasn't the one being kidnapped. After all, just a moment ago, she was playing the Pipa to ease her worries. However, her hair was slightly messy, and her beautiful face had a touch of numbness that made people feel sorry for her.

"Sister!"

"Miss Su!"

This graceful figure and pitiful appearance shattered the hearts of the crowd below the mountain, making them want to rush up.

The Murong Young Master, who had already reached the top of the peak, waved his hand gently, and the crowd below slowly calmed down.

The Murong Young Master looked at Su Miaojin, his handsome face revealing a warm and gentle smile, making people feel at ease.

There were rumors in the city that he and Miss Su Miaojin were a match made in heaven, and even the elders in their families intended to matchmake them. His arrival this time attracted a lot of attention, as he intended to save the beauty from danger and bring her back.

Su Miaojin regained some of her composure. If there was anyone she would look up to in this Fufeng Mansion, it would only be the Murong Young Master in front of her. She subconsciously wanted to bow and show noble etiquette, but when she remembered the knife on her neck, she had no choice but to give up.

The Murong Young Master smiled again and looked at Xin Zhuo, a strange light flashing in his eyes. He cupped his fist and said, "Greetings to the esteemed Xin Dajia, I am Murong Xiu of Fufeng, the elegant and handsome Murong, the dashing and suave Xiu!"

There was silence on the mountain, which was reasonable. The Murong Young Master was indeed such a person.

Xin Zhuo was a little confused. Could he introduce himself like this? Was he being too ostentatious? Hesitating, he cupped his fist in return and said, "Greetings to Young Master Murong, I am... Xin Zhuo, the elegant and refined Xin, the graceful and distinguished Zhuo."

There was still silence on the mountain. Looking at it this way, it was a bit shameless.

"Canglang--"

The dazzling and eye-catching Xuantie Yinsha Sword was unsheathed, and the sound of a dragon's roar echoed in all directions.

The Murong Young Master carried his left hand behind his back and held the sword at a forty-five-degree angle with his right hand, his starting posture extremely beautiful. "I neither drink water nor promise the most important things in life. These strange sayings can be canceled. However, I will eliminate all the remaining torture for Miss Su, so today, we will discuss both superiority and life and death! You cannot escape!"

The whole scene fell silent!

Everyone showed admiration and respect. What a remarkable Murong Young Master.

"Leader!" Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, and the rest of the Fenglong Bandits were nervous and uneasy.

(End of this chapter)