The person beside her made no movement, as if even his breathing had suddenly disappeared. Jing Hengbo had just been celebrating that this guy was always motionless like a mountain—perhaps his reactions were rather slow? Suddenly she felt the surrounding air becoming suffocating, as if smoke had risen. A glance from the corner of her eye revealed—the wall plaster on all the surrounding walls was falling down in rustling cascades, as if invisible people were vigorously peeling the walls, filling the air with blue-gray dust and revealing the red brick interior.
Holy shit, peeling wall plaster in anger?
This level was much more impressive than going berserk and scratching walls!
Jing Hengbo suddenly felt her entire skin beginning to itch too…
She wanted to run but couldn’t. The surrounding air was suffocating, full of invisible pressure. It was as if a towering mountain stood above her head—she couldn’t even lift her head, only lie there staring at that licked finger. The finger remained completely motionless, its ice-colored nail crystalline and smooth, yet it looked somewhat stiff.
Was he shocked by being molested and looking for something to wipe his hand with, or was he brewing his emotions, preparing to properly press her to death with one finger?
Jing Hengbo bet with Er Gouzi’s chastity that it was definitely the latter.
Because his entire body was written with the words “disgust,” and he probably wouldn’t even consider using her clothes to wipe his hand dignified enough. Although his finger hadn’t moved, killing intent suddenly whooshed and filled the entire room.
Jing Hengbo’s little heart was trembling…
Scrape scrape scrape—the wall plaster flew off!
Scrape scrape scrape—the floorboards cracked!
Scrape scrape scrape—the vase suddenly turned to ash and scattered!
Scrape scrape scrape—he had decided! He lifted his hand!
The ice-like jade fingertip slowly rose…
“Great god, I was wrong…” Jing Hengbo wailed tearfully, quickly pressing her face toward his finger. “Quick! Quick, use my face to wipe it!”
The finger suddenly stiffened!
The opportunity must not be missed!
Jing Hengbo immediately lowered her head and crashed forward forcefully!
“Bang.” The mirror flipped, and she crashed headfirst into the secret room, hitting right on her forehead bump, causing such pain that she hissed and nearly cried out again.
But now wasn’t the time to cry out in pain. Jing Hengbo covered her head with one hand, struggled to get up with the other, while spitting continuously.
Bah, if it weren’t for diverting his attention to escape, she wouldn’t want to lick! That guy looked clean, but who knew whether he had just peed without washing his hands?
Jing Hengbo climbed up, celebrating that her strategy was proper and she escaped quickly. She knew that a lick would give good spirit!
Her face still seemed to retain the sensation of pressing against his finger—slightly cool and jade-smooth, with a slight pain on her face skin. Sigh, she had been too forceful when fawning over him.
Never mind, Da Bo’s revenge is never too late even after ten days. Today she used her face to wipe his finger, next time he’ll use his chest to wipe her toes.
Just wait and see!
Struggling to her feet, she hesitated no more and spun her body.
“Go!”
“Whoosh!”
A moment later, the noisy main hall of Fenglai Qi suddenly fell silent.
The madam froze, the male manager spilled his teapot, the patrons embracing women went slack-jawed, and the giggling girls’ laughter became a single “Gah?—”
Everyone stared at the center of the hall.
At the most central Eight Immortals table, two people sat at some unknown time—one in white robes flowing to the ground with an upright posture, the other sitting in the white-clothed person’s embrace with head buried in his chest, face invisible. However, judging from the fire-bright clothing, it seemed to be…
The problem was, there had been no one at that Eight Immortals table just now—how did these two appear?
…
Jing Hengbo felt herself sitting on someone’s lap and couldn’t help laughing gleefully in her heart.
Bingo! Success!
When she entered the secret door, she had already planned it. The next step couldn’t be teleporting outside the room, or she’d still be caught by that elusive guy. So she teleported directly to the downstairs hall, into some wealthy man’s embrace, burying her face. She didn’t believe that guy who looked so noble, so aloof, so germophobic would deign to appear in the main hall or pull people up one by one to look at them!
Even if he really did that, this was Da Yan, not Dahuang. With her appearing in full view of the public, there were inevitably high-ranking officials and nobles in disguise in the hall. Could these people tolerate an unknown person abducting her by force?
No matter how she looked at it, she was in an invincible position. Haha!
With her heart settled, she naturally noticed the embrace she was in. There was a faint fragrance at her nose—neither flower nor grass, nor the popular rich incense of the time. It made one feel cold yet peaceful, like walking on a high mountain snow line and suddenly seeing a crystal-clear green snow lotus in the vast whiteness.
One could admire from afar but not play with wantonly…
What a rare fragrance, and truly… intoxicating. Jing Hengbo took a deep breath, pressing her fingers against the other’s chest. She felt that beneath her palm it seemed soft yet firm, with resilience contained within—another peculiar sensation.
Jing Hengbo was delighted—with her incomparably rich experience from her modern life of immersing in various gay forums, beautiful men pictures, eDonkey seeds, and high-H sharing, she could determine that the embrace she had teleported into this time definitely belonged to a top-quality beauty!
This was what they called turning misfortune into blessing.
Taking a breath, she gracefully raised both hands to embrace the other’s neck. Jing Hengbo slowly lifted her head, brewing the most alluring smile, preparing to give the other the most stunning appearance.
Enchanted by beauty, she didn’t notice the eerie silence around or the stiffness of this embrace.
Her gaze slowly moved upward.
Snow-white, noble-quality outer robe.
Each seam edge of the robe was lined with gold thread so fine it was invisible unless looked at carefully.
A tightly fastened collar of the same color.
On the collar, a pale golden dragon-eye-sized… pearl!
“Ah!” Jing Hengbo’s scream nearly broke through the roof tiles as she sprang up with a whoosh.
Walking into a trap—the wind is tight, retreat!
Unfortunately, it was already too late.
The white-clothed man hooked his hand, catching Jing Hengbo’s collar and setting her down to sit beside him. His other hand pushed a silver note onto the table.
“Ransom.”
His voice was clear and cold, like jade pearls colliding, making everyone in the entire building shiver involuntarily.
The madam walked over in a daze, glanced at the large-denomination silver note, her expression somewhat hesitant, then looked at the white-clothed man.
The white-clothed man’s face hidden under the gauze hat showed no change. One finger pointed vaguely at Jing Hengbo’s shoulder. Jing Hengbo’s face was completely red, her eyes wide as marbles, looking like she had something to say but couldn’t—anyone with eyes could see she was being restrained.
Jing Hengbo could only use her eyes to shout at the madam: Don’t agree! This old lady is your top courtesan! Your money tree! If you agree, Fenglai Qi will have no show to perform!
The madam was indeed reluctant, raising one eyebrow and saying suspiciously, “Young master wanting to ransom Da Bo girl is naturally a good thing, and this old slave is happy to see it happen. However, ransoming must be mutual consent. Otherwise, if something improper happens after the person leaves, it would inevitably be trouble brought by Fenglai Qi’s unclear handling. Looking at Da Bo girl’s expression and attitude now, she doesn’t seem very willing? Perhaps you could…”
The white-clothed man said nothing but beckoned with his hand. A tall, thin man suddenly appeared from the crowd—no one knew where he came from. He stepped forward stiffly, the madam warily stepped back, but the man produced a teapot and teacup as if by magic and respectfully poured a cup of tea for the white-clothed man.
A green jade carved twin dragon teacup, made thin and translucent by the dim red light. The tea leaves stood upright, soft and green with silver-white tips—top-grade silver tip tea. From the madam’s angle, in the faint water vapor, two small dragons seemed to swim gracefully in the green water. Within the square inch of the jade cup, there were hidden myriad phenomena.
Those who knew quality began to gasp—such a teacup, whether in material or carving, could be called a rare treasure. Even calling it tribute would be appropriate. What was this person’s background?
The next moment, those gasping all cried “Ah!” in unison.
The white-clothed man finished his tea and handed the cup to his attendant. The attendant took it and casually threw the cup away.
“Clang!” What shattered wasn’t just the priceless rare treasure, but many longing and hopeful hearts.
The hall was filled with chest-beating and foot-stamping, everyone’s faces pale. They were shocked speechless, not even daring to curse “wastrel” aloud.
When waste reaches a certain level, it becomes dominance.
The well-traveled madam couldn’t care about the heartache, her eyes staring fixedly at the shattered cup. The cup had just hit the pillar and broken into powder.
Broken into powder…
The madam shivered, certain that no matter how hard she smashed a cup, she couldn’t pulverize such a thin, brittle cup. She was even more certain that if the person who smashed the cup wanted to smash her head with something, it would definitely end up more pulverized than the cup fragments.
“…Perhaps you’d like to leave now? Does this old slave need to pack Da Bo girl’s luggage and valuables for you?” The madam swooshed down in a bow, her old face blooming with chrysanthemum-like smiles.
The hall erupted in uproar, not understanding why the madam’s tone suddenly changed. But Jing Hengbo understood clearly and only wished she could crumple up that silver note and stuff it into that guy’s mouth.
The white-clothed man nodded, seemingly finally satisfied with the madam’s sensibility. He flicked his finger, releasing the restraint on Jing Hengbo’s legs, then stood up.
Jing Hengbo still wanted to stay put and refuse to move, but the white-clothed man casually showed her three fingers.
Fine, the third time.
The fingers were slender, straight, and beautiful, but this time Jing Hengbo really wanted to bite them all off.
Seeing her silent reluctance, he answered the madam, “No need. Let’s go.”
Everyone looked regretful. They all knew this “ransom” was fishy, but were helpless against the other party’s extreme dominance. It was a pity that Jing Fat Water, with both beauty and talent, was flowing into bandit fields.
Jing Hengbo’s eyes darted east and west, hoping for a hero to descend from heaven to rescue her from the cage. But even though her flirtatious glances nearly cramped from overuse, they found no real target. Those men who usually called her darling and heart treasure, swearing to shed blood for her, now had gazes more flighty than hers—flying up to beams, down to ground, east and west, just refusing to meet her eyes.
As for the sisters in the building, most hadn’t yet noticed anything wrong and gathered at the stairway, seeing her off with mixed feelings of joy, sadness, and jealousy.
A girl going legitimate was inherently joyful, especially when the one ransoming her, though concealing his appearance, could be seen by these experienced courtesans to possess extraordinary bearing and temperament.
Da Bo was so lucky…
Seeing the expressions of all living beings, Jing Hengbo also despaired.
Before danger, most people chose to protect themselves wisely. She, Jing Hengbo, hadn’t yet truly made all beings fall head over heels, willing to risk life and property for her.
This pale guy wouldn’t even bother to speak much, yet his actions concealed strength with restrained ferocity. Pouring tea and smashing cups wasn’t to show off wealth but to establish authority. Someone who could casually destroy priceless treasures—what ordinary people could match such financial and political power?
This guy was too lazy to speak, so he wanted everyone else to shut up.
This guy was probably the real power holder of Dahuang, right? Compared to him, that black beauty could be considered gentle, kind, cordial, and lovable…
Jing Hengbo rolled her eyes and decided that a good man doesn’t suffer immediate losses, and those who understand the times are outstanding. Go then go—she heard that Dahuang was a thousand li away. She didn’t believe that on a thousand-li journey, she couldn’t find a single opportunity to escape.
She turned around.
“Wait!”