Chapter 41: Blood Bodhi

  I feel like there are many naughty kids here...

  ---- CJ drops 12 CJ drops to everyone for red envelopes ----

  Embarrassment, shyness, anger, confusion, anxiety... In an instant, the expressions of the three people in the room changed, and the atmosphere became extremely strange. After being stunned for a long time, Mingyue suddenly let out a low cry of "Ah~" and buried her face in Yang Zhao's arms, unable to contain her shyness. Yang Zhao was furious, slapped the bed hard, and scolded: "What's wrong with you? The couple is in the middle of something, what are you doing bursting in here as a nun? Do you want to join in and play a threesome?"

  Feng Qinghui didn't take his malicious words to heart. After a moment's thought, her vital energy circulated and she regained her icy elegance, the Saintly Maiden of the Martial World. She said coldly, "Someone is coming. Young Master Wang, if you don't want to implicate Mingyue, then quickly get up and put on your clothes. As for whether or not you can leave behind any descendants, that's up to your own luck."

  "Someone's coming?" Yang Zhao's angry face suddenly changed, and he quickly sat up, wrapping the quilt around Mingyue's body, instructing: "You go with Miss Fan. Leave Chengdu as soon as possible and return to Daxing City. When things are settled here, I'll come find you."

  One evening, the fate was exhausted, and staying longer would be useless. Mingyue was not an ordinary girl, so she wouldn't be overly sentimental. At this moment, she suppressed her sorrow, stood up, and spoke softly: "Azhao, Mingyue will also wait for you. Only hoping..." Tears couldn't help but well up in her eyes again, and she immediately got up and left the bed. As a newly broken virgin, walking was naturally more awkward, and Fang Qinghui saw it with his own eyes. In his heart, he didn't know whether it was sweet or sour, bitter or spicy. He let out a faint sigh, followed Mingyue as she displayed her lightness skill, turned around, and left with a flick of her sleeve.

  Two people left, but in about ten breaths, the sound of footsteps came from the stairs downstairs. The footsteps walked towards the quiet room without any hesitation, and suddenly stopped for a moment, then a silver bell-like laughter was heard. A slender white finger gently pushed open the door, and she entered with a gentle swaying motion. She wore a jade belt and a green sash, dressed in luxurious attire yet still elegant. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, her eyes like spring water, and her shallow smile and slight frown naturally revealed a thousand charms. Her noble and inviolable demeanor was vastly different from the one she had displayed last night when she was crawling at Yang Zhao's feet, shivering with fear and begging for mercy. She curtsied and said: "Your humble servant has seen the young prince. The young prince seems to be in good spirits, which is truly a joyous occasion."

  "Cut to the chase." Yang Zhao didn't have a good expression for Tang Zhongqin. "Have you taken care of all the tasks I assigned to you?"

  "Lucky not to disappoint, it's all settled. Someone will bring the person over soon. Take care of everything being perfect." Tang Zhong's emotions were complex as he walked lightly and directly to the bedside, sitting down close to Yang Zhao. He said in a soft voice: "Young Master Wang, it's still early. Do you want... me to massage you again to relax your blood and energy?"

  Here is the translation:

  It was just an ordinary conversation, but because of Tang Qiong's attitude as a princess, willing to be a servant, and her shy and charming expression, it suddenly highlighted her elegant demeanor. Her cheeks were as red as rouge, and her eyes sparkled. Without waiting for instructions, she had already automatically pulled up the front of her moon-white silk robe, and the opening revealed her firm and snowy breasts and the deep valley between them, all vaguely visible. The seductive and charming posture was simply captivating. If one hadn't seen it with their own eyes, who in the palace could have imagined that the usually cold and elegant Princess Tang would also have such a lustful and indulgent expression, and that this expression wasn't just for King Yang of Shu to see?

  Yang Zhao's body still had the lingering effects of the medicine, which had not completely dissipated. At this time, he was tempted by Tang Zhongqin's charming appearance, and his already relaxed dust root suddenly sprang up again. Just after their intimate encounter, he didn't even have time to put on his clothes, his upper body bare, his lower body only casually covered with a thin towel. Any change in his body would immediately be apparent. Falling into Tang Zhongqin's eyes, she couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh lightly again.

  But if she thought Yang Zhao was the kind of lecher who couldn't walk properly after seeing a woman, then she would be greatly mistaken. It's only natural for his body to react in such a way, but he was still able to control himself even when facing danger alone. If he had let his desires get the better of him and done something rash with Tang Zhong at that moment, Yang Zhao might as well have just gone and killed himself - of course, earlier he had dared to do what he did because he knew that Fan Qinghe was keeping watch outside, so not only was he fearless, but also had a mischievous intention to provoke.

  The young master hummed and sat back two feet, saying: "Put away that set. I'm not interested in doing you now." After a pause, he said, "Time should be about right, let's get moving. Heh heh, my good uncle rarely puts on a show, if the audience doesn't applaud, it would be too rude. Ah, right. Where is that thing? Bring it here."

  Tang Zhong's eyes flashed with disappointment, but he quickly collected himself and replaced his expression with a formal and respectful one. "Yes, it's here." He flipped his wrist, and in the palm of his hand appeared an object about the size of a lychee. It was half-spherical in shape, but had been cut in half. The entire thing was bright red and crystal clear, looking like some kind of fruit.

  Yang Zhao picked up the fruit with two fingers, feeling warmth in his hand, and a sense of mystery. He turned it over several times, and sighed silently to himself, not in sorrow, but in admiration. Suddenly, he thought of the classic lines: "A golden scale is not just an object in the pool; when it meets the wind and clouds, it transforms into a dragon; The dragon's roar shocks the sky and changes the world, and the shallow water becomes a place for the dragon to play." These classic lines flashed through his mind clearly. Coming back to himself, he muttered: "This is... the Blood Lotus Fruit!" Before he finished speaking, he threw the half-fruit into his mouth and swallowed it without even chewing.

  The Blood Lotus Entrance melted instantly, transforming into a scorching hot line that flowed straight down. In an instant, Yang Zhao only felt a strange heat flowing from his body, circulating through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians and Twelve Regular Meridians, constantly in motion. The heat flow continued to circulate for thirty-six small cycles, as if countless streams converged at the Dan Tian. His own cultivated Easy Jing Xuan Jian True Qi was attracted by it, forming a spiral energy group that rotated non-stop, indeed very beneficial. After practicing for half a while, Yang Zhao suddenly opened his eyes wide, and his body naturally left the bed, rapidly jumping outwards. Just as he was about to crash into the wall of the room, he suddenly made a turn in mid-air, lightly floating down to the ground. He sincerely praised: "Good stuff."

  "Nature is a good thing. The Tang family sacrificed over a hundred lives to barely obtain five Blood Peaches, how can it not be good?" Tang Zhong's emotions were sincere and heartfelt, and he immediately got up and walked to the wall, opened the cabinet, took out a set of clothes, and respectfully said: "Young Master Wang, I'll help you change."

  Yang Zhao nodded and let Tang Zhong help her put on her clothes. She smiled and said, "Auntie, please lead the way."

  Tang Zhong Qing hastily got up and followed Yang Zhao to the small living room downstairs. The interior decoration was simple yet elegant, especially the arrangement on the table, which was particularly striking. But it was still early spring, and jasmine flowers only bloomed in summer, so how did they bloom now? Yang Zhao's curiosity led him to take a closer look, and he found that the jasmine was actually made of crystal and various colored gemstones.

  Tang Zhongqing smiled slightly, picked up the flower tray, and pressed a few times on the stone base that held the flower tray. The mechanism was triggered, and the stone slab at his feet silently slid open, revealing a dark tunnel. Tang Zhongqing went down first, followed closely by Yang Zhao. After walking only a few steps, they heard the sound of mechanical movements within the stone wall, and the stone slab at the entrance had automatically closed.

  Along the winding and long passageway, the two of them walked in darkness for a good while. Suddenly, the front became bright and open, revealing a small stone chamber. Tang Zhongqing lit a fire with his lighter and lit an oil lamp, and as soon as he pressed it against the wall, two rows of small holes the size of soybeans appeared immediately. Immediately, they heard someone's voice floating down from above, ordering: "You all retreat. Without my order, do not come in to disturb." The voice was clear and the tone was stern, Yang Zhao listened clearly, it was his own uncle, King Xiu of Shu, Yang Xiu.

  The King of Shu spoke, and the maidservants and eunuchs standing by immediately responded in unison and retreated with respect. Tang Zou, the chief historian of the palace, stood up at once, holding a wine jug to personally refill the cups of everyone present. Yang Xiu was the first to raise his cup, and the others hastily got up to thank him, tilting their heads back to drink to the bottom.

  After three rounds of wine, suddenly only heard the distant sound of "Bang, Bang, Bang, Dang, Dang, Dang~" of the watch drum. It turned out that it was already the third watch period. The rain outside was still pouring down, and the sound of the watch drum was mixed with the raindrops, making it quite vague. Yang Xiu couldn't help but sigh: "The spring thunder has passed, and in a few more hours, it will be the Dragon's Head Raising Day. The spring rain is timely, but it has been raining all day, not only not stopping, but also getting heavier and heavier, I'm afraid it will damage the crops."

  A clear voice responded, "The king's residence is kind and benevolent, caring for the people. Since the king took office in Yizhou, although it has not been a bumper harvest every year, the markets and industries have all prospered day by day. In Chengdu City, the streets are clean and safe, with no need to lock doors at night. Compared to the old dynasty, it's truly like heaven and earth, incomparable. As the saying goes, 'Heavenly timing is not as good as geographical advantage, and geographical advantage is not as good as people's harmony.' Yizhou having the king is indeed a blessing of people's harmony. Even if this year's rainfall is slightly off, it should be no big deal."

  Yang Zhao was secretly amused in the stone room below, thinking that this guy didn't know if he was a reincarnation of Ma Pi Jing, it was hard for him to say such things publicly, and it was really a high-quality thing. Suddenly, she felt Tang Zhong's body tightly attached to hers, and whispered in her ear: "The person who spoke is Feng Yeru, the leader of the Qingcheng Sect. Although his personality is somewhat sycophantic, his skill with the Guiyuan sword is extremely formidable." The soft voice and gentle tone made Yang Zhao's heart flutter again. She nodded slightly, but continued to listen intently.

  Yang Xiu humbly said, "A little hard work is not worth mentioning. Since His Majesty has entrusted me with a heavy responsibility, for the sake of both the country and our family, I should naturally follow the example of Zhuge Wuhou, dedicating myself to my duties until death. This is the way of being a loyal subject and a filial son. You see, our great Sui dynasty was founded not long ago, and although we have been fortunate enough to have His Majesty's wise leadership for twenty years, with the four seas at peace. However, internal worries and external troubles are still numerous. Alas! Whenever I think of this, I am unable to sleep at night. My only regret is that my own abilities are insufficient, and I am unable to share His Majesty's worries."

  Someone at the banquet suddenly spoke out in surprise: "What is Your Highness saying? Since our great Sui dynasty was established, we have pacified Jiaozhi in the south and fought against the Turks in the north, never having lost a battle. Now that all nations come to pay homage, our prestige spreads throughout the four seas, what internal or external worries can be mentioned?"