Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 78: The Way of Getting Along Between Senior Sister Shuiyue and Xin Zhuo, Let's Fly Far Away

The story goes that Zhu Yingtai developed feelings for Liang Shanbo. While they were playing together, Zhu Yingtai hinted at her feelings through the scenery, but Liang Shanbo, being dense and straightforward, didn't understand.

Hui Ruqing, Hui Xin, and the other nuns outside couldn't help but grit their teeth in annoyance.

Then, when Zhu Yingtai directly expressed her identity, Liang Shanbo suddenly realized it, causing the nuns to cover their mouths and laugh.

Next, Ma Wencai overheard that Zhu Yingtai was a woman, causing the nuns to furrow their brows.

It was mentioned that Zhu Yingtai left a letter for Liang Shanbo with the secret message "28, 37, 46 are set," but Liang Shanbo misunderstood and was preempted by Ma Wencai in proposing marriage.

The nuns became angry and someone outside scolded, "How can Liang Shanbo be so clumsy? It's infuriating! No, you little thief, say it again!"

Hui Xin also said, "No, no, Xin Zhuo, things definitely aren't like this, right?"

Xin Zhuo looked innocent and said, "This is how things are, real people, real events. What can I do?"

The nuns exchanged glances helplessly and urged, "Continue, continue!"

Xin Zhuo had no choice but to continue.

When it was mentioned that Liang Shanbo went to propose marriage but found out that Ma Wencai had beaten him to it, he returned heartbroken and lost. Zhu Yingtai secretly bid him farewell with tears in her eyes, unable to part from him. Afterwards, Liang Shanbo returned home and fell seriously ill.

The nuns shed tears silently for the star-crossed lovers.

Finally, Liang Shanbo passed away, and Zhu Yingtai pretended to agree to the marriage with the Ma family, requesting that the wedding procession must pass through Nanshan and pay respects at Liang Shanbo's grave.

Suddenly, a fierce storm arose, and the wind howled. Liang Shanbo's tomb cracked open, and upon seeing this, Zhu Yingtai jumped in without hesitation. The tomb immediately closed again, and soon after, a pair of butterflies flew out of the tomb, inseparable.

"Wu wu..."

"Truly, it is not worth it in this mortal world. No wonder Master said that one should not touch the secular world even a bit."

The nuns finally couldn't hold back their tears and ran away one after another.

Hui Xin, with tears streaming down her face, suddenly grabbed Xin Zhuo's sleeve and said, "It's not like this, right? It definitely isn't like this, right? Tell me!"

"Ah, this matter..." Xin Zhuo glanced at Hui Ruqing secretly. He saw that the beautiful nun, though not as tearful as Hui Xin and the others, had red eyes and turned away, her shoulders trembling slightly. Obviously, she empathized with the story. Xin Zhuo thought to himself, why is the willpower of the nuns in this nunnery so weak?

They haven't recited enough Buddhist scriptures!

Little did he know that in this world, martial arts were highly valued, and fame and fortune were deeply ingrained in people's hearts. The Water Moon nunnery was also deeply entangled with the secular world. Although the Buddhist scriptures taught people to recite sutras and chant the Buddha's name to cleanse the mind, the depth of their understanding was not profound. These young nuns came from respectable families, especially the martial nuns. Before the age of thirty, if their worldly desires were not extinguished, they could choose to return to secular life.

Just like that princess consort.

Hui Xin saw that Xin Zhuo was unwilling to change the ending of the story and felt terrible. She choked back her tears, picked up the leftover food from Xin Zhuo, and left.

However, Hui Ruqing remained seated in her original spot.

Xin Zhuo looked at the sky, the drizzle still falling, and the day was almost dark. He couldn't help but ask, "Why are you still here?"

As if awakened, Hui Ruqing wiped the corners of her eyes, got up, closed the door, and latched it. Then she turned around and continued to sit cross-legged, looking at Xin Zhuo.

At this moment, her eyes were still watery from crying, her trembling cherry lips were slightly quivering, and her graceful figure, with her waist straight, was truly pleasing to the eye. However, the words she spoke were hair-raising, "Tonight, I'll accompany you!"

"?" Xin Zhuo was taken aback. No, it couldn't be, right?

Fortunately, Hui Ruqing realized her slip of the tongue and quickly added, "I mean, I'll keep an eye on you. It's Master's order. You, little thief, have considerable martial prowess. I'm afraid you might run away."

Xin Zhuo frowned, picked up a cushion, and sat down next to her. "What do you mean by all of this? Are you going to keep me here for the rest of my life?"

Hui Ruqing moved aside a bit, seemingly feeling safe enough, and said, "Of course we won't keep you here for the rest of your life, but there are some things that need to be clarified!"

"Such as?" Xin Zhuo asked.

Hui Ruqing looked at him calmly, suddenly extended her right hand, and lightly moved her slender and delicate fingers. A strange palm shadow appeared, dazzling the eyes, and it had already reached Xin Zhuo's chest.

Xin Zhuo instinctively wanted to retaliate with his "Dog Strikes the Nervous and Dominating Palm," but he sensed that this nun had no ill intentions. He made up his mind and took the palm strike head-on.

"Bam!"

The strike on the chest was weak and feeble, but soon a tremendous pain followed, as if being struck by a hammer, causing him to fall backwards.

Hui Ruqing was startled. She swiftly rose up like a willow in the wind, and in a flash, she arrived by Xin Zhuo's side. She supported his neck with her left hand and tapped his heart with her right hand, exclaiming in surprise, "Why didn't you fight back?"

Feeling the gentle touch of her fingers and the breath that came out anxiously as she spoke, which carried a hint of herbal fragrance, Xin Zhuo secretly activated his cultivation technique, forcibly removing the hidden injury and forcing out a trace of stagnant blood, which he spat out from the corner of his mouth, pretending to be seriously injured. "W-why should I fight back?"

Frowning, Hui Ruqing said, "I've heard that you, this little thief, have an extremely high comprehension ability. At just over ten years old, you already reached the realm of saber technique, and after that, you sparred with the constables in the city, quickly learning their martial arts. This kind of comprehension ability is rare in the world, and the elders in the temple are very curious..."

So that's what they were thinking. Xin Zhuo's mind raced. No, I have to find a way to escape, otherwise they'll really use me as a guinea pig. He secretly glanced at the hair under Hui Ruqing's monk's hat, wondering if she had any. Since she was moved by "The Butterfly Lovers," she must be easy to deceive.

I'm sorry! I've been racking my brains just to stay alive.

He cleared his throat and, in an irresistible manner, grabbed Hui Ruqing's hand. "Do you really think I have a high comprehension ability? That's a lie. Actually, everything I learned was taught by my grandfather. He loved sparring with others throughout his life and knew a lot about martial arts. In fact, I used to dislike studying and didn't want to learn until I met her..."

Hui Ruqing had been listening carefully, feeling that something was amiss. She quickly pulled her hand back and glared at him fiercely, though a hint of curiosity appeared on her face.

Him? Her?

"An-and then? What does this have to do with your martial arts?"

"She is a woman with extremely high martial arts skills. She is beautiful, with big beautiful eyes and long eyelashes. She is the most beautiful girl in the world, surpassing everyone else. I fell in love with her at first sight, but I am a thief and she is a nun. It's impossible, it's against the secular rules, and I am not worthy of her. So, I have to desperately practice martial arts, practice various moves, hoping that one day I can catch up to her and confess my feelings..."

Hui Ruqing widened her eyes, completely shocked.

A nun?

Apart from Shuiyue Temple, where else would there be nuns on Mount Fulong?

"Who is she?" she asked with difficulty and straightforwardness.

"Of course, it's you! That's why I won't fight back against you. Maybe it's hard for you to believe in the short term, but this statement can be verified by the heavens and the earth!" Xin Zhuo shamelessly grabbed her hand again.

Hui Ruqing opened her mouth, completely stunned. It took a long time for her to react, and she forcefully pulled her hand away. "You scoundrel!"

She threw him heavily to the ground, turned around, and her chest rose and fell unevenly.

Xin Zhuo rubbed his nose. "Why do you think I sneaked into the kitchen of Shuiyue Temple last month to steal food? Was I really hungry? No, it was because of my Mahayana martial arts. I wanted to come and see you! Why do you think I was caught by the senior sisters yesterday? I have no legs, so I couldn't run, right? No! It was because I wanted to see you!"

"Shut up!"

Hui Ruqing scolded fiercely, but she still didn't turn around. Her shoulders moved slightly, indicating that her mood was extremely unsettled.

Xin Zhuo cleared his throat and said softly, "Can't we break the prejudices of society and prevent the tragedy of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai from happening again? Hui Ruqing, let's run away together!"

There is a big difference between "let's run away together" and "come with me." If you listen carefully, it's not hard to distinguish. He simply wanted to run away.

But this time, Hui Ruqing didn't say anything. She seemed to be even more shocked by the sudden confession, and perhaps she also thought of the story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai. She clasped her hands together, and her body trembled even more violently.

Xin Zhuo, you shameless scoundrel! You're such a bootlicker! You have no limits when it comes to running away.

Xin Zhuo cursed himself inwardly and added fuel to the fire. "In that case, please give me a sword!"

Hui Ruqing suddenly turned her head. "Why do you need a sword?"

Her eyes were like silk, her face slightly flushed, making her look exceptionally beautiful, but also somewhat surprised.

"It seems that you have no feelings for me at all. I was just being delusional. If it weren't for you, what meaning would there be in my life? Give me a sword and let me end it myself. The mortal world is not worth it!"

Xin Zhuo tilted his head back, his face filled with determination.

If the plot becomes too excessive, I'll delete it tomorrow and rewrite it.

(End of this chapter)