Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 60: Confucius' Great Tao Hua Classic

The city of Fufeng is sleepless tonight.

Not only because of the "Mulan Festival," but also because of the two poems and the incident of the hijacking of the "Zuixinlou" courtesan.

The two poems are indeed exquisite works of art, the first one being a top-notch praise of women, and the second one scratching the hearts of the Practitioner group, which accounts for a large proportion of the population.

This immediately captured the interest of most people, and the songs naturally spread widely, spreading throughout the city in just an hour, with more people rushing to Zuixinlou to observe.

And the author of these two poems actually hijacked the courtesan of the Goulan, which is simply... a sensational and intriguing event, arousing the imagination of many people.

A talented young man who excels in both literature and martial arts, admires the courtesan of the brothel, but because she was taken by someone else, he becomes angry for the sake of his beloved and elopes with her.

That's right! The uncultured ones take away the courtesan and call it kidnapping, shameless. The cultured ones naturally call it a mutual elopement, an elegant affair.

Only the people of Zuixinlou and the guards and stewards who know the details of the Murong family are furious, sending people to search the entire city.

The constables of the yamen and the experts from the four major families also began to pay attention to the situation in the city.

"Young Master, that little... bandit, how could he... it's really unexpected!"

After leaving Zuixinlou and walking in the crowded crowd, the maid Haitang rubbed her hands together, feeling complicated.

Shangguan Fanqing slapped his folding fan and laughed, "Interesting, interesting! It's simply full of flowers and success. I didn't expect such interesting bandits in this small place. I'll bet another two thousand taels on that kid!"

"...Will meet under the moon at Yaotai."

In the backyard of the prefect's yamen, the two poems from Zuixinlou have been copied and handed to Su Miaojin. She has already read them three times.

"This little thief is indeed talented, strong in martial arts, skilled in hairdressing, intelligent, and knowledgeable..."

She looked towards the courtyard not far away, where Su Zefeng, Little Brother who came back from Fulong Mountain and was shouting to find Xiaolihua, was awake and pale, and couldn't help but sigh.

Similar in age, one is an official disciple, the other is a hungry little bandit, the gap is so big...

...

Regardless of the situation in the Fufeng Mansion, Xin Zhuo and Murong Xiu cleverly sneaked out of the city walls, avoiding the patrolling constables and border scouts, and galloped towards Menghu Village.

They returned faster than when they came, taking just over a day, and arrived at the foot of Beifeng Mountain at dawn on the third day.

Just as they arrived on the mountain, Han Qiniang flew down like a bird, her face full of anxiety. "Boss, you're finally back. If you were any later, something big would have happened!"

Xin Zhuo's heart moved and he jumped off his horse. "What happened?"

Han Qiniang curiously glanced at Xiaolihua and the child who had already woken up and turned pale with fright, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and said, "Last night, in the middle of the night, experts from the Chen and Murong families came. Fortunately, Sister Ying came up with a plan. She moved the Yuan and Song families to the deepest part of the cave, while the rest of the village, about eight or nine hundred people, stood on the mountain and threw stones at the two families. The children and women stood at the front and threw stones while saying that we didn't do anything wrong and they couldn't bully us."

"And then?" Xin Zhuo asked.

Han Qiniang said, "There were only about twenty of them, and it was dark. They temporarily gave up and Sister Ying said they definitely wouldn't be able to hold on until morning. Fortunately, you came back, otherwise we wouldn't know what to do. Those people are still at the foot of the western mountain and are about to come up."

Xin Zhuo and Murong Xiu exchanged a glance, relieved. It was just in time.

"Boss, how about this..." Murong Xiu fully displayed his cleverness and intelligence, "Let's make a deal. We'll say that Xiaolihua and this child are in our hands, and then we'll arrange a cave for them to go in and find people. We'll also give them the wrong bone and muscle dispersing powder, catching them off guard. How about that?"

Xin Zhuo carefully observed him and realized that he wasn't joking. He said, "You're not wrong in saying that, but it's too deliberate. Isn't that treating people like fools? If the other side becomes slightly cautious, drugging them would be useless. We must remember to be natural and harmonious, to subtly manipulate others. Acting skills are crucial..."

...

Five li away from Mount Mengu Village, on a relatively high peak, two figures stood on the treetops of two thousand-year-old trees.

Both were dressed in Confucian robes, their long hair fluttering in the mountain breeze. Their feet were floating on the branches, the slightly curved twigs as thin as chopsticks, showing no signs of breaking. This lightness technique was astonishing.

One of them was none other than the short and stout Lizi Master, stroking his beard and squinting his eyes. He said, "First, he successfully attacked the young members of the Song and Yuan families, surpassing their ranks. Then, he faced the joint attack from the Murong and Chen families. At this critical moment, I'm curious to see how he will handle it."

Beside him stood an elegant figure with long black hair that reached her waist. There was a natural beauty in her eyebrows and eyes. She softly said, "At the age of sixteen, he subdued Murong Xiu, a young master from the Fufeng Mansion. Taking advantage of the rebel army's attack on the city, he captured the courtesans and children while the prefect and the heads of various families were rewarding the soldiers. He boldly infiltrated the mansion under the guise of a thief during the festive night. His courage and boldness are worth the Master's attention."

The Lizi Master said, "Qin Master, you may not know this, but Xin Zhuo's remark 'six against one thousand, the advantage is mine' is too laughable. The Master happened to hear it."

Qin Yuliu calmly said, "It's just the arrogant words of a young boy. The Master has just coincidentally reached a bottleneck in his cultivation of the Great Dao Hua Jing and needs to observe the mortal world. After making such arrogant remarks, he dared to confront thousands of constables head-on and made audacious threats. This is in line with the meaning of 'striving or not, ants survive by stealing' in the Great Dao Hua Jing."

Lizi Master blinked his eyes and said, "I see. So, Xin Zhuo will ultimately meet his death, in accordance with the next line 'a mantis shaking a tree, the Great Dao does not measure itself'?"

Qin Yuliu frowned and said, "Although that may be the case, the Great Dao has fifty, and the Heavenly Manifestation has forty-nine. Even ants still have a glimmer of hope!"

"Hmph, if I hadn't understood the Master's intentions and stopped the Murong family head, who is also a big-mouthed person, he would have definitely informed the other three families. Xin Zhuo would have no chance of survival. Does he really think that the Prefect's yamen and the profound heritage of the Hundred Year families are just for show?" Lizi Master continued stroking his beard.

Qin Yuliu shook his head and said, "Not necessarily. This boy seems to have already learned that the highest power in the city is only at the sixth rank. The mountains and forests are vast, making it difficult to encircle him. That night, I saw him standing on the back mountain for a long time, occasionally looking towards my Qiu Palace and the Water Moon Temple, as well as the Lanyue River behind the mountain. He may be concerned about the existence of the Water Moon Temple and my Qiu Palace. Moreover, he has made up his mind that it's impossible to accomplish his goals, so he jumped into the three thousand caves and disappeared downstream from the back mountain. It's difficult to catch someone who can travel a thousand miles in a day! For such a young person, being a thief and bandit, he has put in a lot of effort."

"He's a cunning little thief! But I'm afraid he has overlooked the power of the Water Moon Temple and Qiu Palace!" Lizi Master sneered. "If he can't successfully deal with the young members of the Murong and Chen families, and if I lose to you, I'll stab him to death before giving you ten taels of silver. There's no difference between a toad and an ant."

As soon as he finished speaking, a large tree behind them mysteriously moved its roots forward and revealed an old face on its trunk.

Both of them seemed accustomed to this and stepped back, bowing respectfully at the same time. Then, they looked towards the direction of Mount Mengu Village.

"It's starting!"

...

"Murong Lei, Chen Guiyan, you've gone too far! How was I supposed to know where Yuan Yourong and Song Dongxi went? Do I have the ability to capture them? We mountain bandits struggle just to fill our stomachs and barely survive. Is it easy? We haven't had a decent meal for several days!"

In the mountains, Xin Zhuo, covered in dirt, had a face full of shame and anger. He was fleeing in a panic with Cui Ying'er, Han Qiniang, and several others. Behind them, Murong Lei and Chen Guiyan, along with their subordinates, looked even more panicked and terrified. Their gazes were fixed on the little pear blossom and the child carried by Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang.

"My Qiu'er!"

"My Lihua!"

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