The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

Page 82

Immediately afterwards, Li Qingluo turned her head and introduced Wang Meng in a completely different tone, so gentle it was almost sweet.

“Meng Guan, this is Miss Tian Yan from a farming family in the Great Qin Empire.”

Her gaze, like a gentle knife, drew a clear line between Wang Meng and Tian Yan.

Inside the sedan chair, deathly silence fell once more. But this time, within that silence lay a hint of the victor's smugness, a hint of the loser's resentment, and a hint of... the hunter's satisfied smile as he watched his prey finally step into the trap.

In Wang Meng's mind, which was somewhat confused due to weakness, a familiar yet unfamiliar torrent of information exploded instantly!

The Qin Empire?

Tian Yan?

farmhouse?

These words were like a key, suddenly unlocking a forgotten memory buried deep in his soul.

A grand epic of seven kingdoms vying for supremacy!

Qin's Moon!

The name "Tian Yan" was like the most dazzling pearl in the torrent, instantly attracting his entire attention!

The eldest daughter of the Lieshan Hall of the Farmer Clan, known as the "Female Guan Zhong," is the Farmer Clan's top strategist and in charge of the "Twenty-Four Earthly Branches" assassin intelligence network... She is cunning and resourceful, and as a woman, she stirs up the winds and clouds of the entire Farmer Clan and even the entire Qin Empire!

She is adept at disguise, appearing as a frail and harmless young lady on one hand, and as a ruthless and cunning top-tier assassin of the Luo Wang organization on the other—Jing Ni!

It turned out to be her!

It turns out that this woman, who exuded an aura of extreme maturity and allure from the moment she appeared, was actually the one who single-handedly manipulated the entire farm family... the "Young Lady of the Farm Family"!

This realization, like a lightning bolt, cleaved through all the fog in Wang Meng's mind!

He instantly understood what her seemingly languid but actually inquisitive gaze meant!

I also understood the deeper meaning hidden behind each of her unintentional touches and every meaningful word she uttered!

This woman, from the very beginning, was not looking at a man!

She's evaluating!

It's an analysis!

She was using her insightful eyes to analyze him, this mysterious "outsider" who had suddenly appeared at Mantuo Manor!

His injuries, his inner strength, his strange relationship with Li Qingluo and Li Canghai... all of these were nothing more than valuable puzzles waiting for her to solve!

She is a dangerous woman.

It's like a seductive yet wicked rose.

Physical torture may have an end, but once you get caught up in this woman's schemes, it will be an abyss of no return!

His heavy eyelids, heavy with weakness, suddenly opened a crack as he strained to look at the woman who was giving him a seductive smile.

Tian Yan seemed to sense his gaze.

Her alluring peach blossom eyes curved slightly, and the smile at the corner of her lips became even more profound and enchanting.

She seemed quite pleased with Wang Meng's expression as he finally "woke up."

The journey back to Mantuo Villa is not long, taking at most fifteen minutes.

But a 15-minute journey felt longer than a century.

When the sedan chair finally landed steadily on the solid ground with a "thud," the four women inside, each with a different appearance, and Wang Meng, who had regained some strength, almost simultaneously breathed a long sigh of relief.

Immediately afterwards, the sedan curtain was respectfully lifted from the outside.

The blinding light and deafening noise, like a raging tide, instantly shattered the oppressive, dim, and ambiguous atmosphere inside the sedan chair, slamming into everyone's faces. Wang Meng subconsciously squinted, and when he opened his eyes again, he was completely stunned. Was this... still the serene and elegant Mantuo Manor he remembered, a place as tranquil as a paradise?

Although it was only half a day from when they left to when they returned, Mantuo Manor was no longer the same as before.

The entire forecourt was almost completely overcrowded!

Dozens of huge, horse-drawn carts and several simply decorated but exquisitely made carriages crowded the originally spacious front courtyard.

Hundreds of burly laborers, dressed in coarse cloth and short jackets, were like industrious ants, shouting as they unloaded huge wooden crates, bundles of weapons, and even cartloads of grain sacks and ceramic jars from the carts, and then transported them to the various warehouses of the mountain resort in an assembly line fashion.

Li Qingluo seemed to sense the astonishment and confusion in Wang Meng's eyes.

She gently supported Wang Meng's weak body.

Her red lips, carrying a hint of sweetness, came close to his ear, and in a tone only he could hear, mixed with deep disdain and a hint of secret apprehension, she whispered, "Meng Guan, don't worry about these things. These... are all 'goods' that Tian Yan brought."

Her voice was kept extremely low, as if she was afraid of being heard by the woman not far away who was admiring this "spectacle".

"The Qin people want to come to our Great Song Dynasty. The journey is long, and they have to pass through the territory of the Mongols in between."

The Mongols are notoriously greedy. If you try to cross the border with large amounts of gold and silver coins, they will rip you off under the guise of heavy taxes!

At this point, Li Qingluo's tone carried a hint of her deep-seated contempt for those northern barbarians, stemming from her background as a native of Jiangnan.

"Therefore, shrewd merchants like Tian Yan would often exchange large amounts of money for the most sought-after and valuable goods in those places before entering Mongolia, such as furs and medicinal herbs from the north, or even spices they brought from the Western Regions."

Her breath brushed against Wang Meng's earlobe, bringing waves of warm, itchy sensation.

"In this way, from the Mongol side, she only needs to pay a very low goods tax under the guise of 'caravan transit,' and she can swagger into our Song territory."

Once we're on our territory, we'll sell these goods.

Hey, that's not as simple as one plus one equals two.

"From top to bottom, I don't know how much more money we'll make!"

Li Qingluo's voice revealed a thorough understanding of this business tactic, as well as... a deep disdain for Tian Yan's "profit-driven" and businessman-like nature.

"So that's it."

The words have not yet fallen.

There were footsteps beside me.

Her footsteps were very light, her bare feet treading on the cool bluestone slabs without making a sound.

Yet her presence was more pronounced than that of the hundreds of shouting laborers combined.

She walked up to Li Qingluo, her calm, unwavering eyes sweeping indifferently over the bustling scene in the courtyard. Finally, with a hint of pure, puzzled confusion, she gave a soft "humph."

"A-Luo...isn't this Wangzhuang?"

Her voice was ethereal and clear, with an otherworldly quality.

When was the name changed?

Li Qingluo's expression remained unchanged. She took a deep breath, gently shook her head, and spoke in an incredibly soft voice, carrying a sense of tenderness and concern.

"Aunt...it seems that as time goes by, the years have passed, and the time you have been asleep has indeed been far too long."

Over the years, the world has changed, and everything is different now.

Instead of answering the question directly, she cleverly steered the conversation toward "time" and "rest".

"You see, you must be tired after your long journey."

This place is too crowded and noisy to talk.

"Perhaps... you should first go with the maid to settle down and get some rest, and then slowly learn about the various changes that have occurred over the years."

She immediately turned around and focused all, even excessive, attention back on Wang Meng.

Her voluptuous, supple body leaned almost entirely against him, taking Wang Meng's body completely under her control with an irresistible, possessive gesture.

"Meng Guan, you are badly injured, let's go back."

Her voice instantly softened, and she half-embraced and half-supported Wang Meng, completely ignoring the three figures behind her—Li Canghai's calm demeanor, the beautiful Taoist nun's subtle jealousy, and Tian Yan's increasingly playful gaze—a gaze that could burn one's back. Without turning her head, she quickly walked back to her secluded courtyard in the most tranquil part of the manor.

Back in Li Qingluo's boudoir, which was filled with the fragrance of orchids.

The quiet building completely shut out the noise of the outside world, as if it were its own private world.

Wang Meng was carefully supported by Li Qingluo, each step he took was on the soft carpet.

Instead of lying on the luxurious bed that had just been replaced and was big enough for three or four people to roll around in, he went straight to the round rosewood table by the window, grabbed the white jade teapot on the table almost as if he were snatching it, and drank the warm, strong tea directly from the spout without using a cup.

He gulped it down in one go. The scalding tea, like a line of fire, burned from his throat all the way to his stomach, then exploded, turning into streams of warmth that rushed quickly to his cold, stiff limbs.

The blood, which had been sluggish due to the cold, seemed to be reactivated at this moment, surging joyfully.

"call!"

Wang Meng exhaled a long breath of stale air, a breath that carried the fragrance of tea, as well as the chill and deathly aura that had accumulated in his body over the past half day.

He felt his soul, which had been almost frozen by the seawater, finally awaken again from his broken body.

He slowly raised his head, his vision cleared again, and then he saw Li Qingluo.

She stood not far away, no longer feeling the tension and wariness she had felt inside the sedan chair.

At this moment, she was just a woman, a woman who had finally broken down.

Her well-maintained and stunningly beautiful face was already streaked with tears, as if she had been crying her eyes out.

The glistening tears, like pearls from a broken string, rolled down her cheeks, ruining her carefully applied makeup and leaving messy, light red marks on her snow-white face.

Her phoenix eyes, which usually carried a hint of arrogance and allure, were now swollen and red like two ripe peaches, filled with grievance and lingering fear.

She didn't wail or cry, but sobbed silently and violently. Mei, are you thinking about Lin Kong, Lin, are you...?

With each sob, her uniquely adult, breathtakingly large breasts heaved violently, causing her expensive silk dress to cling tightly to her undulating curves, perfectly outlining her voluptuous figure.

Wang Meng's body, which had just been warmed by the tea, instantly ignited an even hotter, more primal flame.

He didn't speak, but simply extended a hand towards her.

When Li Qingluo saw his outstretched hand through her blurry, tear-filled eyes, it was as if she had found her final haven.

She could no longer hold back and let out a sob, like a fledgling swallow returning to its nest, she threw herself into Wang Meng's arms, and then, following his strength, she softly and unpreparedly sat on his not-so-wide thighs.

"Waaah... My lord... I'm so scared..."

Li Qingluo's body was soft, plump, and hot, with an amazing elasticity.

Even through several layers of thin clothing, Wang Meng could clearly feel her rounded touch and her soft waist trembling as she cried.

He put one arm around her slender waist.

With his other hand, he gently stroked her soft, warm hair.