Your Majesty, Please Stop!

Chapter 91: The Unknown Beauty and Wisdom of Qing

At dusk, Xin Zhuo returned to the mountain stronghold, bathed in the golden evening glow.

As soon as he entered the gate, he had a bad feeling. Six bandits and Xiao Huang stood in the courtyard with embarrassed expressions. The dozen or so thatched huts were in a mess, as if they had been ransacked.

Especially his own room, the wardrobe, bed, and the doghouse he built for Xiao Huang were all in disarray.

"What happened?" Xin Zhuo asked in surprise.

"The boss," a group of bandits approached and Han Qiuniang said with grievance, "A group of masked men in black came just now. They had a high cultivation level and first forced us with weapons, then searched everywhere. We don't know what they were looking for, but they made a mess of our stronghold."

Xin Zhuo pondered for a moment and asked, "Could you tell their age?"

Cui Ying'er shook her head and said in a deep voice, "It's hard to tell. They were well covered, only revealing their eyes. But although their cultivation level was high, they didn't mean to harm us."

"That's right! Their cultivation level is extremely high. They don't seem like idle practitioners, and their attitude is very polite. As long as we cooperate, they won't do anything else," Murong Xiu also analyzed with doubt.

Xin Zhuo glanced in the direction of the Autumn Palace. In the afternoon, the seven white-robed students and the two masters, Qin Yuliu and Qin Yuliu, stopped eavesdropping.

Even if he thought with his heel, he knew it was done by those white-robed students!

These students were arrogant and cunning. They must have suspected that the original versions of the "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War" were in the stronghold.

This kind of thing...

It's really a big joke, unless you break through the void to find the original versions.

But being played with like this still made people uncomfortable.

Seeing that the bandits were still uneasy, Xin Zhuo had to comfort them, "I understand. It's the people from the Autumn Palace. Let them be!"

Cui Ying'er asked in confusion, "Did the boss provoke someone from the Autumn Palace?"

Xin Zhuo shook his head and smiled, "Not really. Some students can't think straight, so let them enjoy themselves. Clean up the rooms."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "During this period, you should continue to rob and stock up on supplies. I may not stay in the Autumn Palace for too long. Once the time is right, I will consider other options."

...

After the initial setbacks, Xin Zhuo's career as a master in the Autumn Palace gradually became calm.

Of course, he couldn't just hand over the entire "Tao Te Ching" and "The Art of War" at once. He worked every day, one chapter a day, or even one chapter every two days, taking turns.

Even so, those students still couldn't taste the food or sleep at night. They studied hard and were extremely serious.

Ji Cunxiao and the others also came to listen from time to time, but they were serious and didn't cause any trouble.

The debts of Bai Xuanji and a group of students had accumulated to about 30 points.

Only 20 points were left, and when they were collected, it was expected that they could advance to the next realm. This trip would not be in vain.

However, the purpose of recruiting Xin Zhuo by the Autumn Palace had not been revealed yet.

November 20th, light snow.

In the evening, the sky, which had been gloomy all day, suddenly started to snow. The snowflakes melted as soon as they touched the ground, gradually forming a layer of white frost.

By the time Xin Zhuo returned to the stronghold, had dinner, the snow had covered the mountains, turning everything into a vast expanse of white.

Xin Zhuo saw snow in this otherworld for the first time. It was the same as in his previous world, with large flakes of snow and a vast sky and earth.

In the courtyard, Han Jiulang and Huang Dagui held a large pile of snow and rushed towards Bai Jianxi, shouting and laughing as they smashed it all over him.

Bai Jianxi was splashed with snow, feeling cold and couldn't help but clench his fists. He squatted down and started to scrape and throw snow, picking up a pile and throwing it back, saying, "You guys are so annoying, I'll beat you to death, you two bastards!"

But as soon as he threw it out, Han Jiulang caught it with an empty hand, surprising even himself. "Brother Xi, I can't help it with this thing..."

Bai Jianxi was furious, pointed his throat and shouted, "Where is Murong? Help me, let's do it together. They are no match for us. No one understands you better than I do."

"He's here!"

Murong Xiu, who was stealing pig's head meat in the kitchen, rushed out and used Qinggong to leap up, grabbing a handful of snow from a pile of tiles and throwing it twice in a row, hitting Huang Dagui and Han Jiulang right on their foreheads.

"Let's fight!"

"Fight!"

Looking at the older people in the courtyard acting like children, wearing thick cotton clothes and wrapped up like zongzi, Han Qiniang laughed happily, "Hehehe," and even seemed eager to join in.

Cui Ying'er pulled her aside. "Qiniang, you shouldn't go. You're too strong, and your Realm is higher than theirs. They won't be able to handle it!"

"Oh." Han Qiniang reluctantly stopped in her tracks, her eyes shining as she looked at Xin Zhuo. "Elder, do you want to play? Your Realm is the highest, so you can fight me and Sister Ying'er, right?"

Xin Zhuo's face twitched, and he quickly tightened the cotton clothes that Cui Ying'er had sewn for him. "No, I have something to do!"

"Oh?"

Cui Ying'er's expression was hard to decipher, her voice neither cold nor warm. "Are you going to see the nun again? Elder, are you thinking of getting married?"

"Ah, that's not true! I'm going to practice Qinggong!"

Xin Zhuo's face turned slightly red. When did Cui Ying'er find out? He quickly took Xiao Huang and left the courtyard.

Han Qiniang watched his back and curiously asked, "Elder, where are you going?"

Cui Ying'er sighed lightly. "The elder's heart is just beginning to open. I'm afraid he's going to fall in love! Alas, as a bandit, what future is there? Not to mention being with a nun..."

Han Qiniang blinked her eyes, seeming to understand. "Did the elder really go to see the nun? This..."

After thinking for a moment, she rubbed her hands awkwardly. "It's better for the two of us to marry the elder. That way, we can block his thoughts. He found it quite interesting when he mentioned going in and out last time."

"What... What kind of nonsense are you talking about? I don't know what you're thinking, you little brat!" Cui Ying'er was startled and flicked her nose. She went into the house, lit the coal lamp, and continued sewing cotton shoes.

The snow fell heavily, and the accumulated snow in the forest was thick. It reflected the light from the sky, creating a beautiful white scene with good visibility.

Xin Zhuo left behind a row of footprints, one big and one small, and soon arrived at a secluded forest.

Facing the snow, he could see a beautiful figure standing in the forest from afar. She was wearing a fur coat, with a high bun and a phoenix-patterned silk skirt underneath, her graceful figure making people daydream.

Xin Zhuo walked closer and couldn't help but be dumbfounded.

Hui Ruqing had completely abandoned the attire of a nun today and was dressed as a noble girl. She even applied some makeup, making her look ethereal and exceptionally beautiful in the snow.

"You've returned to secular life?"

The words slipped out of his mouth.

"Today is the Xiaoxue solar term, coinciding with heavy snow. It's the same scene as when I was brought here by Li Gonggong... Uncle Li and the others. Every year at this time, I feel a bit homesick, so I secretly changed my clothes. Master and the others don't know."

Hui Ruqing smiled secretly and then asked cautiously, "Can you tell what kind of attire this is?"

Xin Zhuo carefully examined it and shook his head. "I can't understand, but it looks beautiful!"

Hui Ruqing breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Xin Zhuo sighed again, "There is a beauty in the snow, her charm surpassing the mortal world. Her spirit is like a spring lake, her eyebrows like the mountains covered in spring ink..."

Hui Ruqing blinked her beautiful eyes. "You have such a sweet mouth. Is there more?"

Xin Zhuo thought for a moment. "In the north, there is a beauty, unparalleled and independent. With just one glance, she captivates the city, and with another, she captivates the country."

Hui Ruqing froze for a moment, and after a while, she murmured, "Is this... a poem specially written for me?"

Xin Zhuo gently held her delicate hands, which were smooth and warm, and then tucked them into his embrace to warm them. "Of course, it's only for you! Are you cold?"

Hui Ruqing's body stiffened, and for a moment, she forgot to withdraw her hand, staring blankly, "You little thief, don't lie to me. Am I really that beautiful?"

Xin Zhuo pretended to be surprised. "Don't you know?"

Hui Ruqing looked confused. "There are no bronze mirrors in the temple, and no one has ever praised me. I was very ugly when I was a child. My nickname was Ugly Child, and I always thought I was just average-looking."

Ugly child?

Can you still live like this? If Yuan Rong and the others find out, they will be ashamed.

(End of this chapter)