Actually saying she had rabies!

The woman became furious. She kicked her foot and directly broke the stool she was stepping on!

Muruo was forced to stand up, but didn’t forget to take another jug of wine from the table.

Even if everything was ruined, he couldn’t let his wine be ruined.

“Crazy girl, is your illness acting up?”

His voice carried the vigor of alcohol.

The woman was angry. “Dare to say I have an illness? I see you don’t want to live anymore.”

As she spoke, her hand touched her waist, instantly drawing out a silver whip, like a nimble water snake emerging from her body.

Then she swung it forcefully at Muruo.

But—

The force was sufficient, the direction was wrong.

In the end, it only struck the ground, kicking up dust.

The surrounding crowd immediately dispersed in a circle, afraid of getting involved in this dispute.

Muruo stared at the whip in her hand, mocking, “You’ve got enough strength, but little miss, you can’t swing that whip randomly. It’s one thing if you hit me, but if you hit an innocent person, you’ll be the one to suffer.”

“Enough talk. Looking at you, you don’t seem like a powerless charlatan physician. Why not bring out your specialty skills and compete with this young lady to let you taste the power of my life-taking whip.”

“Young lady, don’t make trouble.”

“Too late.”

As her words fell, the whip, carrying force, swung over again.

Muruo didn’t strike back, but dodged everywhere.

From time to time, he could even spare a moment to take a sip of wine.

The whip either struck the ground or the pillars of the corridor pavilion, making cracking sounds.

“You brat, fight back!”

“This young master doesn’t quarrel with young ladies. You’d better put away that whip of yours, or else I’ll burn it.”

“Fine! Then try fighting back and see if you have that ability.”

So the two fought again.

The surrounding people had originally been afraid and dodged to the sides, but after the two had fought for so many rounds, like a performance, everyone began cheering.

“Well fought, well fought!”

“Keep fighting…”

Some people even wanted to pull out their money pouches to throw silver at them.

The Lantern Festival became even more lively with this scene, with many crowds surging over.

Wei Yi also carried his pumpkin lantern, bouncing on the side and cheering, “Brother Muruo, go for it! Hit her, hit her!”

The scene was extremely comical!

Those two—one attacking, one dodging.

Ji Yunshu really couldn’t watch anymore and said to Jingrong, “Aren’t you going to try to stop them?”

He drank his wine, not even looking over there, only replying lightly, “Matters between men and women—outsiders have no place to interfere.”

His words had hidden meaning.

“If they keep fighting like this, everyone will know about it. What if someone dies?”

“If someone dies, that would be good. Then we can arrange a ghost marriage for Muruo, so he won’t be lonely when he’s alive, and won’t be lonely when he goes down to the underworld either.”

“…”

She deeply felt the pain Muruo must have experienced growing up with him.

This Prince was truly cold!

Ji Yunshu was about to wipe away imaginary sweat when Jingrong looked up at her seriously and asked, “If I died, would you have a ghost marriage with me?”

Pfft—

“Ghost marriage with you…” Sister.

Before she could finish her words, the fighting sounds over there suddenly stopped.

She saw Muruo had grabbed that silver whip. With a twist of his wrist, the woman was pulled by inertia, stumbling several steps.

“Let go!”

She was full of pride.

Muruo’s expression was calm. He laughed lightly and directly splashed the wine in his hand onto that whip.

Then—

He looked toward Jingrong!

After receiving his signal, Jingrong flicked up a candle that had been lit on the table. His sleeve carried wind, and with a light wave, that candle spun in the air. In the blink of an eye, it reached Muruo’s hand.

Strangely, the candle still hadn’t gone out.

Muruo held the candle flame to the lower end of the whip, saying with a threatening tone, “Young lady, if you don’t put away your whip, I really will burn it.”

The woman was furious!

But truly worried, “If you dare burn my whip, I’ll make you pay with your life.”

“Then you’d better behave. Though this young master is famous for cherishing beauties, you’re like a stubborn stone. If you make me unhappy, not to mention burning your whip—throwing you into a furnace is also possible.”

“You…”

“I’ll ask you one more time—will you put away the whip or not?”

The woman bit her teeth, hesitating for a long while.

Muruo’s patience wasn’t good to begin with. Holding the candle, he was about to light that whip—

Suddenly!

A small stone came flying from somewhere, extinguishing the candle flame in his hand.

Taking advantage of this, the woman immediately pulled the silver whip from his hand, about to swing it at him again.

But before the whip could strike, a second pebble hit her wrist. Momentarily powerless, the whip limply struck the ground.

The “culprit” walked out from the crowd.

“Young lady, today is the annual Lantern Festival. Why make things so unpleasant? Why not let it go? If you want to continue drinking, I’ll warmly welcome you.”

Her voice was very pleasant.

It was Mujin!

Unexpectedly, she also knew martial arts.

The woman painfully clutched her wrist that had been struck red by the pebble, glaring at her. “Who are you?”

“My name is Mujin. I’m holding a poetry platform here. Young lady, with your commotion, all the elegant mood is gone.”

“I fight my fight, you compose your poetry—what business is it of yours? I haven’t decided the winner yet.”

“But young lady, you’re clearly no match for this young master. Why seek suffering? As they say, we become friends through fighting—why not sit down together? I’ll have people bring several jugs of fine aged wine. We can admire the lanterns while drinking wine. How about it?”

Actually, that woman wasn’t stupid. She knew Muruo was going easy on her, otherwise she would have suffered long ago.

After considering for a moment, she pouted, then stiffly put away her whip, wrapping it back around her waist.

Then she took this opportunity to step down.

“Fine, this young lady will give you face.” She didn’t forget to continue threatening Muruo, “Listen up—I’m not afraid of you. If this weren’t the Lantern Festival, I would definitely kill you.”

Muruo didn’t argue either, truly tired from all the commotion.

He smiled, thinking this little girl was actually quite cute.

Before long, Mujin ordered her people to bring up several jars of wine.

“These jars of wine were brewed for a year. I brewed them myself. Everyone please taste.” She especially pushed a bowl of wine in front of Jingrong. “Young Master Jing, please taste as well.”

Jingrong stared at that bowl of wine, quietly glancing at Ji Yunshu once, then responded with a charming smile, “Alright, then let me taste how Miss Mujin’s wine is.”

He took a sip.

Praising, “Mm, not bad. The wine’s fragrance is rich but not cloying, sweet at the entrance with an intoxicating feeling. This truly echoes two lines of Li Liang’s poetry: ‘I know not if wine is wine, the wind knows not if fragrance is fragrance.'”

“Young master knows of Li Liang?”

“How could I not know? Li Liang’s heart wanders freely, disliking constraints. The poetry he writes also carries spirituality.”

“Young master is truly learned, even knowing of Li Liang, this reclusive talent.”

“Doesn’t the young lady also know of him?”

The two smiled at each other.

The woman’s smile carried shyness.