Chapter 57: One Pear Blossom Branch Overwhelms The Begonias
Any discerning person could see it.
Ah Hua had just barely broken through to third-rate perfection when Chen Shun’an exposed his second-rate strength, firmly suppressing Ah Hua.
Afterward, he acted with lightning speed, cutting through the chaos like a sharp knife, using the water station to drag out the real culprit behind the scenes, Ah Hua.
He even razed Wanlong Pounding House to the ground!
This was Master Chen’s chain scheme!
There were even Shopkeeper Li and others behind the scenes, fanning the flames!
When everyone first heard this news, they were utterly shocked, thinking they hadn’t woken up yet.
What followed was awe toward Chen Shun’an!
Even compared to Instructor Lin, he was not much inferior.
“Alright, alright, you’re making Chen Mou sound petty. Xiao E, you’re a good kid, but you can’t go running around causing trouble.”
“Master Chen is right!” Xiao E quickly nodded obediently.
This scene made Chen Shun’an somewhat emotional.
Once he slightly revealed his edge, everyone around him seemed to become good people, extremely amiable.
Of course, it wasn’t to the point of extreme flattery, like kneeling and licking.
After all, they were brothers wearing the same pants, making a living under one well; they wouldn’t do something so shameless.
Unless one day, Chen Shun’an transformed and became a first-rate expert.
That goes without saying.
Face?
Serving Master Chen—that’s real face!
……
At nightfall, on the North Grand Canal, countless flower boats and painted boats drifted, decked with lanterns and colored decorations, silk and bamboo music lingering.
Tongzhou Wuqing County was a key place for canal transport, naturally full of all sorts of flower boats.
As soon as night fell, guests came in droves, painted boats filled with music, unending through the four seasons.
Though not comparable to the Eight Great Hutongs in the capital city, it had its own unique flavor.
“No, no, that won’t do…”
Chen Shun’an pushed back while being pulled onto the flower boat by San Dezi, in a daze entering the cabin, dazedly seated at a small banquet table, and dazedly pinned down by a pair of snow-white thighs.
Chen Shun’an was helpless and just about to speak when, as he opened his mouth, a soft hand fed him a peeled lychee.
Sweet juice burst in his mouth, and Chen Shun’an finally gave up struggling completely, looking at San Dezi across from him and saying,
“San Dezi, you’ve really gotten me in trouble!”
San Dezi laughed and said to everyone at the table,
“Brothers, make sure to have a great time tonight; put all the bills on my head!”
“Good!”
“We can be said to have ridden Master Chen’s coattails…”
“Brother Sun Xiao, I’ll toast you first.”
The atmosphere at the table immediately livened up.
Right after his shift, San Dezi had invited his water carrier buddies to this flower boat for drinks, using the excuse of celebrating Chen Shun’an’s great progress in strength.
Chen Shun’an wasn’t one to keep himself pure; in his early years arriving in the capital city, due to all sorts of socializing, he had no choice but to sacrifice his innocence.
After all, it was simple: if you didn’t take the money or sleep with the people, you couldn’t squeeze into that circle.
This Sacred Dynasty forces people to turn bad!
But Chen Shun’an had been ‘unable to rise to the occasion’ for many years, only recently experiencing a late bloom like an old tree sprouting new buds, so he subconsciously refused sharply.
Unfortunately, San Dezi’s strength was too great; how could a fifty-year-old man resist? Thus, he was dragged and pulled aboard helplessly.
The Yangzhou sing-song girl sitting on Chen Shun’an’s lap wore no makeup, her pretty face delicate and beautiful.
Her feet were in a pair of white water cloud shoes; unmarred by bad habits, her naturally plump and smooth feet seemed to step amid ethereal water clouds, exceedingly alluring.
“Master, let me serve you water tobacco…”
The sing-song girl’s small cherry mouth parted slightly, exhaling wisps of fragrant smoke, holding the tobacco pouch in her hands, her eyes gazing dreamily at Chen Shun’an.
At the table,
Sun Xiao, Cheng Bin, San Dezi, and the others were surrounded left and right by beauties, indulging in wine and women.
But Scarred Liu sat upright and proper; even with songstresses all around him, he had the air of not being swayed by temptation, just burying his head in drinking and eating.
A young girl leaned against him, complaining resentfully: “Master, why do you only eat the food? Do you dislike us sisters for not pleasing you?”
Scarred Liu said: “I don’t like women.”
Hearing this, the girl burst into giggles, stood up, and clapped her hands.
“I thought it was something big… so you like men?”
Instantly, five or six prostitutes dressed indistinguishably as men or women, with every gesture mimicking a woman, surrounded Scarred Liu.
Scarred Liu vaguely understood something, his face showing fear.
In the Great Sacred Dynasty, male favorites were quite prevalent; officials and rich merchants kept catamites, a trend among scholar-officials.
Seeing this, San Dezi quickly interrupted and signaled these prostitutes to leave.
“Old Liu, what’s up with you? You used to be so eager and impatient; how come you can’t now?”
“Hahaha, mostly because there’s an old official at home who’s strict about checking accounts.”
“Exactly, exactly.”
After this farce, the atmosphere among the group became even more lively.
And Scarred Liu drank even more silently.
Someone also asked San Dezi why he hadn’t been getting up early lately to train and temper his qi and blood.
San Dezi, drunk and groping around, chuckled,
“I’m not cut out for martial arts to begin with; at thirty-seven, I’m still only third-rate mid-stage, and I’ve eaten plenty of great medicine and ginseng, just like the old lady’s belly—plowed deep but no results.
I envy Master Chen too, a late bloomer… But in decades at the well, only Master Chen has emerged! Luckily, heaven doesn’t block every path; this San Dezi is going to take another road!
Forget it, no more unhappy talk—come, drink!”
Moments later,
Several men stood up one after another, each picking their favorite sing-song girl, ready to tame this horse’s wild nature, clip-clop…
“Master, let me serve you to rest…” A breathy voice came by his ear.
Chen Shun’an stood, laying the jade body horizontally; the owner of the snow-white thighs twisted like a willow branch, swaying, struggling, giggling,
“Master, can you do it? Let me take care of it.”
Her voice was plaintive like riverside reeds, rustling softly, tingling and soft.
Chen Shun’an shook his head and said: “I’ll go first.”
After entering the room.
The two talked a great deal.
They talked about this sing-song girl’s heartbreaking, tear-jerking background, the customs of the northern snow plains and southern great rivers, and Yan Zhenqing’s calligraphy posts and the purple Three Heroes and Five Gallants of the bamboo owner…
For a moment, the two even became friends defying age, confidants in the red dust.
The candlelight went out, and the sing-song girl giggled again, coming to undress Chen Shun’an.
Then, her voice suddenly became extremely surprised, as if seeing something enormously clumsy,
“Master, this…”
Moments later, that voice carried a hint of panic.
“Master, I can’t do this…”
Finally, faint sobbing came softly, laced with thick fear.
“Master, spare me!”
【Wish +6】
……
At the hour of Yin, when day and night alternated.
Chen Shun’an rose refreshed; bedchamber matters were wonderful, but he must not neglect martial arts—he still needed to hurry home to practice.
That guy Chen Shun’an had no poison.
Chen Shun’an had already figured out the pattern.
Over these years, those who only shared sweet dew with him lived fine.
Only those who formed marriage ties, with matchmakers or engagements, suffered all sorts of mishaps.
With the rustling sound of dressing,
The sing-song girl on the bed, who had fainted several times, barely opened her eyes.
Her little face was pale, tear-streaked, full of deep fatigue and exhaustion; propping herself up now, she couldn’t help grabbing Chen Shun’an’s hand,
“Master, one night with you surpasses a thousand days of pleasure. Xiao Man wants to go with you, to serve only you from now on, without asking for any status. Master, redeem me…”
