Chapter 121: There Really Are People Who Throw Caution To The Wind For Love
Yun Ce had recently been busy with farming matters and was not very clear about outside affairs, so upon hearing Feng An say this, he immediately became interested.
Although Yun Ce had already foreseen his downfall from a superior position after Lin Weizhou began competing with the Emperor for women, he just hadn’t expected this downfall to come so quickly and so fiercely.
This was his first close contact with the so-called confiscation of family and extermination of clan in the Feudal Dynasty, so his judgment of this system, where personal fate and family fate are closely linked, whether it is fortune or disaster, became the main object of his examination today.
By the time Yun Ce and the other two hurriedly arrived at Lantian County, the sale activity had basically ended, and the last white-haired old woman had been bought by a woman as strong as a mountain.
Firstly, the good opportunity for the court to sell official slaves is not frequent; secondly, the male members and female family members of Lin Weizhou’s family were of really high quality, with Lin Weizhou’s eldest son Lin Ping and eldest daughter Lin Shuying fetching the highest prices—the son was bought by Lantian County clerk Hu Sheng to be his son-in-law, and the daughter was bought by Deputy County Magistrate Hou Gui to be his daughter-in-law.
Lin Weizhou’s wife Qin Shi was bought at a high price by the madam of Chunfang Tower. According to the idlers on the street, the madam of Chunfang Tower had already prepared a hundred tokens for Qin Shi.
There was no way not to be anxious; Qin Shi was already thirty-two years old this year and had given birth to three children, the epitome of an aging beauty. The madam of Chunfang Tower was well-versed in the ways of the pleasure quarters, and the reason she spent a large sum to buy Qin Shi was precisely because of her title as county magistrate’s wife.
Lin Weizhou had been county magistrate in Lantian County for five years, naturally accumulating countless enemies. Now that Lin Weizhou had been taken to Chang’an, those who wanted revenge could only target his wife.
Therefore, for Qin Shi, it was just to buy something fresh, and at this time, volume was definitely needed.
Furious Feng An immediately dragged Yun Ce and Liang Kun to Chunfang Tower, fearing that if they were late, Qin Shi would not be able to survive.
1 By the time the three arrived at Chunfang Tower, it was packed with people. Yun Ce thought these people were all there for Qin Shi, but upon getting closer and asking, he learned that this time the madam of Chunfang Tower had lost big.
1 Qin Shi had jumped from the building and died.
1 While the madam was pulling her with one hand and introducing her advantages to a customer with the other, she leaped forward and fell headfirst from the third floor to her death.
1 Seeing the corpse with brains spilling out, Liang Kun was furious, took off his clothes to cover Qin Shi’s head and face, picked up the corpse, and prepared to find a place to bury it.
1 But he was stopped by a strong man like a black tower, who grabbed Feng An’s collar and said that he had bought Qin Shi’s first time at Chunfang Tower, so she belonged to him, even if she was dead.
1 Unable to watch any longer, Yun Ce raised his hand and slapped the filthy guy, collapsing half of his face, then with a backhand slap, collapsed the other half as well. The strong man with a leopard head and round face immediately turned into a long-faced Shen Gongbao-like appearance. Of course, Yun Ce didn’t leave him a single tooth.
1 Feng An placed Qin Shi’s corpse on the horse carriage, turned around, and with a trembling finger pointed at the onlookers, roaring:
1 “Beasts.”
1 Seeing Feng An so agitated, the crowd not only showed no shame but burst into laughter.
1 On the way back to Yun Family Manor, Liang Kun glanced at Yun Ce and said, “I wonder if this Lin Weizhou will regret it.”
2 Yun Ce shook his head and said, “I haven’t heard that the last one who was exterminated seven clans said he didn’t regret it.”
2 Suddenly hearing a “clack clack clack” sound of teeth chattering, Yun Ce turned to look and saw that not only were Feng An and Liang Kun sweating profusely, but their teeth were clashing so hard they were about to shatter.
2 Thinking Qin Shi had come back to life, Yun Ce looked at Qin Shi quietly lying on the horse carriage, then at Feng An and Liang Kun, unable to figure out where their fear came from.
2 “Don’t be stupid. We two are not afraid of death—if we die, we die. Anyway, you saved us from a pile of corpses. If E Ji, An Ji, and the others suffered Qin Shi’s fate, we wouldn’t forgive you even as ghosts.”
2 “That won’t happen. That woman Heng Ji isn’t that formidable. I can’t even remember what she looks like right now. Hurry home—Qin Shi is already attracting big flies.”
2 Feng An and Liang Kun didn’t take in a single word of Yun Ce’s guarantee, only hearing a series of “pfft pfft pfft” farting sounds.
2 No other reason—on their way home stood a fragrant carriage, its gauze curtain open, revealing a woman sitting inside, dignified like a saintess.
2 Yun Ce let out a strange yell, snapped off a bamboo pole by the roadside, and hurled it toward the opposite fragrant carriage. The bamboo shot like a dragon, about to skewer the beauty in the carriage like meat on a stick, but a little Daoist boy jumped out beside the carriage, swung his sword in a frenzy, and in the blink of an eye, the over ten-foot bamboo pole was chopped into bamboo segments by the little Daoist boy.
2 Yun Ce roared, leaped from the horse carriage, leading with his fist straight for the little Daoist boy’s face. The little Daoist boy stood sideways; seeing Yun Ce’s fist coming, he shook out a sword flower as big as Yun Ce’s head from his long sword to meet it.
2 The fist and sword flower did not touch, because Yun Ce had already changed his fist to a grab and firmly seized the little Daoist boy’s long sword. The little Daoist boy froze for an instant, and the treasured sword was already bent to a certain degree. With a “clang,” the sword broke, and the broken blade spun flying toward the beauty in the fragrant carriage.
3 A tall figure appeared in front of the fragrant carriage, spreading his arms to block the broken sword blades with his body.
3 And Yun Ce’s hand climbed along the broken sword, seized the little Daoist boy’s arm, planted his right leg, exerted force with his right arm, and swung the little Daoist boy like a windmill, smashing him to the ground.
3 After smashing him back and forth twice, not only did the little Daoist boy not die, but he glared at him fiercely with big eyes.
3 Just as Yun Ce wanted to smash the little Daoist boy onto the roadside stones, Heng Ji in the carriage laughed: “Young Master isn’t leaving any face for the High Priest at all.”
3 “What High Priest?” Yun Ce asked, holding the little Daoist boy whose bones were broken in who knows how many places.
3 “Divine Dragon Hall High Priest—you two had a very pleasant conversation a few days ago.”
3 “You mean Liu Changsheng, old Liu?”
3 Heng Ji smiled and clapped: “You’re the first one the High Priest has condescended to befriend. I heard the High Priest let out three long whistles at your Yun Family Manor. Tell me, I’ve seen your home and stayed there, even did quite a bit of work—why didn’t I notice anything extraordinary?”
3 Yun Ce frowned, shook the little Daoist boy in his hand, and said to Heng Ji: “At that time, old Liu had two little Daoist boys by his side—where’s the other one?”
3 No sooner had he spoken than another little Daoist boy holding a sword emerged from behind the fragrant carriage, saluting Yun Ce: “Qing Feng has seen Young Master Yun.”
4 Yun Ce shook the little Daoist boy with broken bones and torn tendons again: “You’re Qing Feng, so this one in my hand must be Ming Yue, right?”
4 “You want me to spare you for the High Priest’s sake?”
4 Qing Feng shook his head: “We have already been expelled from Divine Dragon Hall by the High Priest. From now on, everything we do is our own responsibility—Young Master Yun need not worry. Kill us if you wish.”
4 “Why do you always beat around the bush? Don’t you want to take a good look at this woman who outshines all beauties?”
4 Under Feng An and Liang Kun’s frantic shouts, Yun Ce slowly raised his head, stared at Heng Ji, and said: “You’re so slutty.”
4 Heng Ji sighed: “Back then, Ghost Fang women relied on this skill to keep Han men with them; otherwise, how would there be Ghost Fang people today.”
4 Hearing Heng Ji say this, he simply stepped forward, tossed the nearly dead Ming Yue to Qing Feng—in the absence of clarity on the Divine Dragon Hall High Priest’s intentions, it was not advisable to kill these two Daoist boys.
4 “You’re actually Ghost Fang people? The Great Han’s finest young men are fighting the Ghost Fang at Iron Enclosure Pass with blood flowing like rivers, and you’re a Ghost Woman?”
4 Heng Ji gritted her teeth: “I am the Imperial Noble Consort sought in marriage by Great Han Emperor Liu Mu. Across the Great Han, no one has dared to despise me as a Ghost Fang woman.”
4 Yun Ce stepped forward again, gazing into Heng Ji’s eyes bright as stars, beckoned to Feng An and Liang Kun: “Come look—here’s a Ghost Woman with glass flower eyes.”
5 Feng An and Liang Kun tightly shut their eyes, not daring to glance once.
5 Heng Ji angrily said: “Are you using humiliation of me to strengthen your resistance to me?”
5 Yun Ce smiled and shook his head, stepped over the guy on the ground who still had one breath left, approached Heng Ji: “No deliberate resistance, and no need in the future. Ever since realizing you’re a Ghost Woman, you’ve completely killed my appetite for beautiful women.”
5 With that, under Heng Ji’s terrified gaze, Yun Ce punched her in the small abdomen. The punch was very forceful, penetrating Heng Ji’s soft body through the fragrant carriage before she heavily fell to the ground.
5 Just as he prepared to step forward and crush this Ghost Woman to death, he heard the blood-spitting Heng Ji loudly say: “I am also Huo Qubing’s wife.”
5 Yun Ce’s body stiffened, and he turned to look at Qing Feng: “Is what she says true?”
5 Qing Feng nodded: “The pair of man and woman you saw are Huo Qubing’s son and daughter—you can verify this with the High Priest.”
5 Yun Ce kicked Heng Ji’s plump buttocks, sending her rolling several times. Though he couldn’t figure out how a guy dead for six hundred years got this woman pregnant.
5 Countless bizarre images flashed through his mind; ultimately deeming it too fantastical, he finally thought of the many strange people, beasts, and events on this planet and reluctantly accepted the answer.
5 However, if given the opportunity, he still wanted to ask Huo Qubing face-to-face how he was defiled by a Ghost Fang woman.
6 Watching Yun Ce send Heng Ji flying, Feng An and Liang Kun forgot to cover their eyes. Until Yun Ce dragged them onto the horse carriage, the two pointed at Lin Weizhou, who had helped Heng Ji block the short sword fragments and was now dead: “Should we bury them together? After all, they were husband and wife.”
6 Yun Ce decisively shook his head, re-covered Qin Shi, whose tragic face was exposed due to the jolting, and said to Feng An and Liang Kun: “Qin Shi might not want that.”
