Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 43: Song Shimei, Don't Panic, We're All Here

Inside Xin Zhuo's unbuttoned shirt, from his neck, belly, back, and legs, especially the crotch area, were filled with heart-protecting iron and swords with broken and blunt edges. He looked like a hedgehog.

The Meihua Needle of the scholar, capable of piercing through trees and human bodies, also had the force to strike and collide with metal objects.

But against Xin Zhuo's protective gear, there was no way for someone at this realm to do anything.

The key was that he was covered in iron tools and running away. It was obvious that he had anticipated that he would be chased, and now he was pretending to be dead and counterattacking, clearly trying to deceive him.

How could this not make someone angry?

"Well, since nothing happened, why are you spitting blood?" The scholar struggled to tear open his clothes and bind his bleeding wounds.

"You said blood?" Xin Zhuo raised his left hand, revealing a fresh wound on the back of his hand. "I cut it myself with a knife, swallowed it, and spit it out at the right time. Of course, acting requires a complete set."

"You... really anticipated that I would chase you here?"

"No, I just thought that if I were you, I would definitely chase."

Xin Zhuo raised his knife and said, "These past few days, you scared me enough. I have to make up for it, right?"

The scholar felt a sweet sensation in his throat, and another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

What kind of trick was this?

The daughter of his closest friend was kidnapped, and he came here to rescue her. He was full of confidence and killing the bandits was a piece of cake. But now, not only was Miaojin captured and set free, he himself was being toyed with by the other party, heavily injured and on the verge of death.

Who would believe it if he said it?

Xin Zhuo had already walked over, the gap in his knife dripping red blood onto a clump of windleaf grass.

Looking at the approaching knife, the scholar couldn't help but feel a hidden pain in his forehead. He sneered, "You had a chance to attack just now, but now... it's gone."

At some point, there was a gray ball the size of a pigeon egg in his hand. He crushed it with force, and with a "bang," it exploded, releasing a pungent smoke.

"You're still young!"

He was already ten zhang away, laughing uncontrollably.

Xin Zhuo, the little thief, was not as skilled in Qinggong as himself. Even though they were ten zhang apart and he couldn't attack, he could still use his light body technique to escape. Xin Zhuo couldn't catch up.

However, the laughter quickly came to a halt. Xin Zhuo had already put away his knife and calmly stood in the distance. He had no intention of attacking just now.

Meanwhile, the tightly bound clothes and bandages on his own body burst open again, blood flowing even more heavily, worsening his injuries.

"You see, you're nervous now, slowly walk back, and you can still survive. This surprise attack forced you to forcefully activate your True Qi, worsening your injuries. How much blood is enough to flow? Goodbye!"

In fact, Xin Zhuo wanted to keep this old man as a sacrifice and learn his Hidden Weapons technique, but he felt it was impossible. He glanced in the direction he came from and faintly heard voices. He turned and ran towards the dense forest to the south, disappearing in the vast sea of trees in the blink of an eye.

The scholar stood dumbfounded for a long time, angrily shouting, "Xin Zhuo, how dare you deceive me like this! If I don't die, I won't spare you!"

His words were too empty, and he couldn't help but cough. More blood gushed out of his body, almost turning him into a blood man.

...

It was difficult to walk in the deep mountains and old forests, with dead branches and thorny vines everywhere. After running for a while, he had to stop and empty out the things that were pricking his feet from his shoes.

The hill where he fought with the scholar was in the direction of Qiu Palace. Xin Zhuo felt that he couldn't reveal his purpose and wanted to shake off the people behind the scholar. It would be best to go around and head west.

This was the correct move, and that's what he did. But then he realized that he had gotten lost.

Everything looked the same in all directions, and the dense forest blocked out the sunlight, making everything dark.

This was ridiculous.

It was now mid-afternoon, and the sun was leaning towards the west. He had no choice but to head towards the slightly brighter direction.

Stumbling and turning around, he walked for an hour, and suddenly, after a large patch of low and dense bamboo, he heard the sound of rippling water.

Water?

After eating a stomach full of salty potatoes in the morning and walking for half a day, he was extremely thirsty.

He practically kicked his way through the bamboo forest, then paused for a moment, quickly crawled back into the bamboo forest, squatted down, and opened a gap to look outside.

There was indeed water ahead, a mountain stream with clear water, pebbles on the bottom, and completely covered in goose eggs.

In his previous life, if he saw water in the summer, he would definitely go in for a swim. He wouldn't go home until he had swum a few laps.

At this moment, there was someone bathing in the stream.

Fair and translucent skin, hair as black as seaweed, as she swam, the alluring curves and arcs emitted a breathtaking beauty.

To think that I would actually encounter a scene like this in a romance novel?

A reward for running all day?

At this moment, the person in the water stopped swimming, emerged from the water, causing splashes, with wet hair scattered, revealing a somewhat beautiful face.

Not even twenty years old.

An oval face, a pair of bright eyes filled with delightful joy, just a slightly large mouth, but when seen on the whole face, there is a kind of coordination and unique charm when speaking.

Xin Zhuo felt a bit fortunate. If it were a burly man with a beard or an old lady with wrinkled skin, it would probably take several days to recover.

"Splash—"

Water splashed, and the girl suddenly raised one leg, performing a split.

Xin Zhuo's heart raced, and he couldn't help but widen his eyes. He felt... scenes like this are better when they are more ambiguous and shy, being too direct and straightforward would make people unable to bear it.

However, in this desolate and uninhabited deep mountain forest, where did this woman come from?

A fairy?

If it weren't for the Lunar Serenity Well, he might not believe in the existence of such things. Now he couldn't help but feel skeptical.

He looked up at the sun in the forest, which was already leaning towards the west. If he wanted to find the direction of the Autumn Palace Pavilion, he had to ask for directions.

Meanwhile, the girl in the water was still enjoying herself, not knowing when she would finish bathing.

No, he couldn't wait any longer. Based on his understanding of Cui Ying'er and the others, if he didn't hurry, they might return the same way.

Gritting his teeth, he rushed out of the bamboo grove and cleared his throat. "Um... miss, may I ask how to get to the Autumn Palace Pavilion?"

The girl in the water suddenly startled, then looked over and was stunned for a few moments. She quickly put down her leg, crossed her arms over her chest, and let out a high-pitched scream that echoed through the mountains and forests. "Ah—"

It was a bit abrupt! I can't help it.

Xin Zhuo turned around. "Don't be afraid, I didn't see anything. I'm in a hurry to get on the road, please help me with directions, thank you!"

"Where did this little thief come from? I'll take your life!" The woman calmed down and scolded in a delicate voice. The sound of water surged, and it seemed like she was swimming over. It was quite frightening.

Just then, an angry shout came from the northeast direction. "Song Junior Sister, don't be afraid! I'm here."

"Song Junior Sister, don't panic, I'm here too!" There was also a shout from the north direction.

"Song Senior Sister, I will avenge you!"

"And me, Song Junior Sister, I will protect you!"

"Ha! I'm here too!"

"The world is really corrupt, people's hearts are not ancient. You, little thief over there, I will not spare you!"

Shouts came from all directions.

Xin Zhuo turned around in surprise and saw more than ten figures standing up from the grass and bushes around the stream, all wearing purple round-collared scholar robes, each with a face full of righteousness and a body full of morality.

This... was really beyond Xin Zhuo's expectations.

"Young man, move your foot, you stepped on my hand." A voice came from below.

Xin Zhuo was startled and quickly took two steps back.

Underneath the thick bamboo leaves, a pair of hands suddenly reached out, and a dusty chubby face lifted up, grinning and revealing a set of white teeth. "Young man, are you going to the Autumn Palace Pavilion to study? I am Feng Sanbao, a three-year Mingxin scholar at the Autumn Palace Pavilion!"

"..." Xin Zhuo couldn't help but feel a bit scared. In the depths of the mountain forest, he was only concerned about the pursuers behind him and didn't take precautions. Who could have expected these guys to hide so uniquely?

Indeed, for the sake of females, male creatures can unleash unlimited potential.

Seeing the young man rushing towards him, the person below quickly said, "Ah, yes, how do you get there?"

Feng Sanbao pointed in a direction. "Go straight for twelve li, it's your first time coming to the academy, don't leave a bad impression. That, haha, hurry up and run!"

"Thank you!"

Xin Zhuo nodded and ran in the direction he pointed.

"Ah—"

A desperate scream came from behind in the stream, startling a flock of birds.

(End of this chapter)