Chapter 182: Exhausted

"As the saying goes, a short absence is better than a new marriage, so how did our great general spend last night?" In the morning, Zi Nu, with a hint of black around her eyes, walked into the back garden where Yang Chong was practicing, and asked Yang Chong who had just recovered from his practice.

"You're so jealous. What? You're in the kitchen too, and you're jealous?" Yang Chong, who didn't look tired after the practice but was full of energy, pulled Zi Nu into his arms. It was already late autumn and the morning chill was very strong. It was the most comfortable thing to hold the soft Zi Nu in his arms. She was like an older sister.

"What do you mean by jealous?" Faced with Yang Chong's teasing, Zi Nu could only avoid the question, and she really didn't know the story behind the jealous person. However, she could hear that Yang Chong was teasing her in his words.

"This story seems a long time ago. Come, let's go over here and I will tell you slowly." Yang Chong hugged Zi Nu and walked towards the pavilion beside them. The bench outside the pavilion was connected to the wooden railing. It not only served as a protection, but also a small couch for people to lie down and rest.

Even without Yang Chong telling the story, Zi Nu knew that it would not be a good story. Yang Chong might take the opportunity to ridicule her. However, at this moment, she seemed to have no way out. Besides...

Story? I was interested in that, too.

As for ridicule? I'll just get my revenge, who's afraid of who? Thinking this way, Zi Nu let Yang Chong hold her and walk into the pavilion, then sat down, while he was held by Yang Chong, half sitting and half lying in Yang Chong's arms, completely integrating his upper body into Yang Chong's arms.

"How old is this story? Let me think about it." Yang Chong calculated silently in his mind. According to the era of later generations, the Tang Dynasty was in the eighth century AD, and this time was the third century BC, so the distance between the two was more than a thousand years.

Yang Chongsui said: "This is a story that has lasted for a thousand years."

"A thousand years ago, that was really a long time ago." Zi Nu twisted her waist, showing her two long legs perfectly and comfortably in front of Yang Chong.

When people see Zi Nu, the first thing they notice is her purple hair. Although most people of this era have black hair, there are always some people with special hair colors. For example, Tian Mi's long hair is pink, Nong Yu's long hair is wine red, and Xue Nu's long hair is silver-white. But no matter which color it is, Zi Nu's purple will always be the color that can attract people's attention.

Under her long purple hair is a delicate and small face, just like that of a young girl, but she is not young anymore. Her broad mind and plump and perky buttocks are all the accumulation of time and the pride of a big sister, especially her slender waist, which, in addition to her own beauty, makes her two neighbors look more curvaceous.

But it is also because of this that people often ignore her legs when they see Zi Nu. In fact, Zi Nu's legs are also very beautiful, with slender calves, strong thighs, well-proportioned bones and flesh, and a good length. Don't forget, in addition to her beauty, Zi Nu's own lightness skills are unique in Xinzheng and even in the whole of Korea. In terms of lightness skills alone, only Mo Ya and Bai Feng can surpass her.

How could a woman with such amazing martial arts skills not have good legs?
When Yang Chong's hand reached into Zi Nu's arms and occupied the high ground, his eyes had already passed the obstacles and fell on her legs. Only then did Yang Chong realize that he seemed to have missed a lot of beautiful scenery before.

But it doesn’t matter. There will be plenty of time and opportunities in the future.

Not only could he watch them, he could also carry them on his shoulders and tie them around his waist.

Will it be very powerful? Yang Chong's thoughts jumped, and he unconsciously became a little more angry.

Zi Nu naturally felt the sword pointed at her lower back at the first moment, but she did not dodge it. Instead, she twisted her waist as if in a mischievous way. Then her whole body stiffened, and her soft waist was pressed against.

Shamefully, the curve there actually fits perfectly.

The prank failed, and Zi Nu, who felt ashamed instead, used force to cover up her guilty conscience and said, "Aren't you going to tell a story? Hurry up."

"Okay, okay, why are you in such a hurry?" Yang Chong kneaded the soft objects in his hands, which were all heavy and solid. After pressing his palms hard, he said, "At that time, there was a country with a king and a minister. The minister often criticized the king's mistakes or faults. Even if the king's mistakes seemed very small, the minister would not let go."

"There are such kings and ministers?" Zi Nu asked in surprise.

"Yes, but not every king has such magnanimity, and not every minister has such courage and determination over the years. Let me tell you a story. Later, the king felt more and more annoyed. In order to avoid the minister always looking for trouble with him, he thought of a way that he thought was a good idea." As Yang Chong spoke, his fingers had already nimbly picked up Zi Nu's inner garment through her collar. The delicateness of the silk, far better than that of silk, filled even the finest lines on his palm.

"What method?" Zi Nu, whose curiosity had been completely aroused, didn't care about Yang Chong's excessive demands.

"Everyone has weaknesses. Although the minister was upright and uneasy, and even the king dared to offend him, he was henpecked. He was afraid of his wife, and his wife was also a jealous person. In order to find something for him to do and prevent him from pestering her all the time, the king rewarded him with several beauties. By then, his family would be in turmoil, and then the king could have peace." Yang Chong recalled. This story was of course false, but he made it up by combining two real stories.

"This relationship between the monarch and his ministers is quite interesting." Zi Nu said as she rolled her eyes at Yang Chong, but the hand that reached into his arms became more and more presumptuous.

"Here comes the key." Yang Chong moved his fingers slightly.

"Which key point are you talking about?" Zi Nu pressed down Yang Chong's mischievous hand. Yang Chong might just be satisfying his hand addiction, but she was different. That place was closest to her heart, so how could she bear Yang Chong to continue teasing like this.

"Of course it's the key to the story."

Yang Chong remained calm and continued, "That lady did not allow her husband to take a concubine, even if it was a woman sent by the king, so she drove those women out of the house. The king wanted to make this minister's family restless, so how could he sit back and watch the matter being discovered? So he ordered that the lady must allow her husband to take a concubine, and sent her a pot of poisoned wine, saying that if she disobeyed his orders, she would be sentenced to death."

"That's too much." Zi Nu pondered. What's so interesting about this story? There's only a contest between the monarch and his subjects, and that lady seems to be the most unlucky one.

"The king's original intention was to scare her away and let her welcome those women into the house, but things did not develop as he expected. The king did not expect that the lady drank the poisoned wine without even thinking about it." Yang Chong said.

Such a shrew is indeed scary, but if a man can meet a woman who loves him more than his own life in his life, he would be very lucky.

"She is so stupid. If she died, wouldn't it be just what those women wanted? Then no one would stop those women from entering her house." Zi Nu was touched, but she only expressed disgust. Choosing death when facing a problem is the stupidest option.

"If it were you, what would you choose?" Yang Chong asked back.

"I will welcome those women back home. No matter how arrogant they are outside, I am the mistress at home." Zi Nu said, her voice full of domineering.

However, her domineering attitude did not last long, and the exposed part of her body became another one. "What are you doing?" Zi Nu, who was very happy, wanted to stand up instinctively, but the pressure from Yang Chong pushed her back.

"You are not very smart. There is a sequel to this story. The lady did not die after drinking the poisoned wine. A closer look revealed that the poisoned wine was not poisonous, but a pot of vinegar." Yang Chong said as he leaned over.

"Hey, hey, is this what you call jealous?" Zi Nu quickly took over Yang Chong's words, trying to divert Yang Chong's attention, but Yang Chong's will was unshakable. At this time, there was only one thing in Yang Chong's sight.

With a muffled groan from Zi Nu, she was bitten.

Zi Nu, who was enduring the heart-wrenching pain, let out a groan that even scared herself. It finally came, but she didn't expect it to be in this way.

Yang Chong gradually became unsatisfied with the lingering sweet taste on his lips and teeth. His restless desire made him want to swallow Zi Nu in one gulp.

However, Zi Nu couldn’t even catch it with her big hand, so how could she possibly swallow it in one bite?

Yang Chong was not the only one eating at this time. In the same city, there were also people who were greedy and wanted to swallow everything they saw.

In today's world, although women also have inheritance rights, if a family loses its men and has no children, their relatives will inevitably covet the family's property.

This was the situation in the Liu Mansion at that time.

Liu Yi had been a high-ranking official for many years and had accumulated a considerable fortune. As a result, the Liu family had also been thriving in Korea in recent years, and each of his relatives could be considered a wealthy family.

But who would complain about having little money? The same was true for Liu's clansmen.

Liu Yi died, but he had no children, let alone a son, he didn't even have a daughter. As a result, the huge fortune accumulated by Liu Yi during his lifetime fell into the hands of Liu's widow, Mrs. Hu.

How could a widowed lady who owns a huge fortune not be moved?

At this time, in Liu's Mansion, Mrs. Hu looked at the women in front of her with a sad look on her face.

These people suddenly appeared in front of her in the name of relatives.

"Sister, how can a woman like you manage such a huge family business? If you want to support this family, you must have a child." An old woman with white hair advised Mrs. Hu, looking as if she was thinking of you completely.

"My husband is gone, how can I have a child?" Lady Hu complained sadly. Her misery was not because of Liu Yi's death, she was just complaining about her own situation. Her life had been like this, always being bullied.

"Alas, Liu Yi has a miserable life. He worked hard all his life but didn't leave any bloodline. Even the incense will be cut off after decades. How can we, as his relatives, sit back and watch such a thing happen?" said the old woman. She was the oldest and had the highest seniority here, so naturally she was the one who spoke.

Mrs. Hu watched in silence; she already knew what these people were here for.

The three words "eat up the whole family" appeared in her mind.

She didn't care about the family property left by Liu Yi. She didn't like Liu Yi as a person, so how could she like the family property left by Liu Yi? If she really liked it, even she would despise herself.

But these Liu people in front of him were really going too far.

Mrs. Hu lowered her head while thinking. She didn't want to face these people, but she was helpless at the moment.

"Sister, we should adopt a bloodline for Brother Liu Yi, so that his sacrifices will not be interrupted, and my sister will not become a wandering ghost a hundred years later!" Another middle-aged woman echoed and encouraged.

"What do you mean?" Looking at these 'clan members' who came to bully her, Mrs. Hu's face changed. She subconsciously passed the crowd and fell on the only man present.

The man was probably in his twenties, big and strong with a rough face, and was quite similar to Liu Yi. After all, they were of the same clan and had the same ancestor three generations ago.

"We watched Kuan'er grow up. He is the most filial and of the right age. If we adopt him into Liu Yi's family, my sister will have a successor." The leading old woman showed her fangs while smiling.

Is the age right? Mrs. Hu glanced at the young man named Liu Kuan. Adoption was not uncommon in this era, and she had naturally heard of it, but adoption usually involved children, not adults.

Moreover, Mrs. Hu really didn't like the look in Liu Kuan's eyes. She saw more greed in Liu Kuan. His greed was not only directed at the property of this mansion, but also at her.

That's not the look a younger generation gives to their elders.

Mrs. Hu’s feeling was not wrong; that’s exactly what Liu Kuan thought.

Aunt, a wealthy widow, the combination of these two attributes would be a fatal temptation for some people, especially this aunt, this widow is also very beautiful, which makes her even more perfect.

Liu Kuan's eyes swept across Madam Hu. He was about to become the owner of this mansion. He would be living with this beautiful and wealthy aunt day and night. Thinking of the beauty of it, he couldn't help but smile.

(End of this chapter)