Without practicing the Hehuan skill, the crazy leader has infinite charm

But because of the charming fragrance, the body becomes... upright.

He began to desire Yao Jia instead of these dirty things...

The surging true energy forced its way through, and he seized the opportunity to strike a palm at the person closest to him.

"what……"

A shrill scream suddenly rang out.

Not long after, three women came out of the house carrying a man who was spitting blood, mumbling something.

"It's too brutal. I might as well just hang out in the building."

"If you think about it carefully, life here is better. At least we don't have to worry about food."

"That's right. After returning, I still have to do my old job..."

Yao Jia: “…”

Gu Xiyan took out the bellyband from his mouth, raised his face and gasped, his internal force surged, making his senses particularly acute, and his whole body was burning with unbearable heat.

He tried to suppress it with his internal energy, but it was in vain. Not only that, his blood surged up, causing him to spit out blood.

He tilted his head, tears welling up in his eyes. It was over! He was really finished! His short life would end with his body exploding... He really couldn't accept it!

No, if he really died like this, he would bring disgrace to Gujiabao. He would rather bite his tongue and commit suicide.

Just as he was debating whether to bite off his tongue, he heard the sound of a door closing.

Gu Xiyan turned his head with difficulty to look outside, his misty eyes suddenly lit up, the corners of his lips curled up unconsciously, and after weakly uttering the word "Jia Jia", he slowly closed his eyes.

Yao Jia looked at the tragic scene in front of her and shook her head, "Tsk tsk tsk, you really don't know how to enjoy your blessings."

He took out the antidote he had prepared in advance, lifted Gu Xiyan's chin, and poured it all into his mouth.

Sitting on the bed, she tidied his clothes for him.

"Gu Xiyan, this is a small lesson for you, but you must take good care of yourself, so that your loving parents won't cause trouble for the Le family again. I also wish you peace and success in the future. It's best that we never meet again in this life."

After doing all this, Yao Jia returned to the house and said to Shuang Hua, who looked resentful, "Prepare the boat for me tomorrow morning. It's time to return to Kyoto after I leave. Remember to erase all traces of my presence here."

…………

The next day, Gu Xiyan came out of the room feeling energetic and in good condition.

As soon as he came out, he went straight to look for Yao Jia, but found nothing.

He pulled the maid who was cleaning Yaojia's room and asked, "Where is Yaojia?"

The maid was startled, then smiled, "Sir, you are joking. There is no girl named Yao Jia here. There is a girl named Xi Yao. Do you want me to find her for you?"

Gu Xiyan stood there in a daze, and then asked several passing turtle slaves, all of them using the same rhetoric.

I instantly understood what was going on.

"Where's Liu Shuanghua? Where is he? He hid Yao Jia, right?"

Gu Xiyan went crazy and searched all the brothels in Jiangnan, but he couldn't find Yao Jia. He was a little desperate and swore that if he saw that little liar again, he would cuff her hands and feet, lock her up in the bunker, and give her a good beating...

Yao Jia didn't think so much at that time, because she was cold, hungry and crazy at the moment.

There was a hard cushion under his knees, in front of him were layers of ancestral tablets, and outside was heavy snow falling.

She had just returned to Nangong Mansion today, and before her butt could even warm up the seat, her cheap husband, who was heartless, mean, rigid, boring, and unconcerned with worldly affairs, rushed back from Tianxing Pavilion.

Yao Jia looked at Nangong Xiu Lan in front of her. Although he was very handsome, with sharp eyebrows, crescent-shaped eyes, and a straight nose, he looked gentle and elegant, which easily aroused people's yearning for him.

But in Yao Jia's eyes, she felt that his eyes were full of harshness, and that gentleness was inhuman.

Nangong Xiulan looked at Yao Jia in silence for a while, and confirmed that she was not injured, then he said coldly: "Now that you are back, you should kneel down in the ancestral hall!"

"I'm not going!"

"it is good!"

Hey, when did Nangong Xiu Lan become so easy to talk to?

Just as a smile appeared on Yao Jia's face, he took out a two-foot-long mahogany ruler from his wide sleeves.

He took her delicate little hand and spread out her palm.

Yao Jia's heart was filled with alarm bells, and the skin on the palm of her hand throbbed and burned with pain.

It was the same in her previous life. After she escaped from the Marquis' Mansion, she rushed back without stopping. As soon as she stepped through the door, he dragged her into the ancestral hall. At that time, she could still resist and break free to escape, but now...

"Nangong Xiulan, I'm warning you! This is not Tianxing Pavilion, and you are not my senior brother. If you hit me, that would be domestic violence..."

"Hmph." Nangong Xiu Lan's mouth twitched slightly, her eyes full of sarcasm, and the ruler fell into her palm without warning.

"Ah——" Yao Jia screamed and jumped up from the chair. The pain was unforgettable.

"Kneel or not?" He had a blank expression on his face, as if the blow just now was just a hit on the tables, chairs and benches.

Yao Jia had already pulled him out in her mind and whipped him over and over again countless times, searching for all the swear words she had learned in this life and the previous life, and cursing Nangong Xiu Lan.

"Why do you punish me to kneel in the ancestral hall?"

"You have been absent from school for more than three months without reason. You deserve a minor punishment and a severe warning."

Yao Jia was confused. Skipping classes?

Yes! She is still a disciple of Tianxing Pavilion. Although she is of the same generation as Nangong Xiulan, she is the same age as other disciples. She needs to go to Tianxing Pavilion every day to attend classes and learn astrology and divination.

Great! Her senior brother and husband is really great and impartial! He even doesn't let his own little wife go!

Rage rose from the bottom of her heart, and evil was brewing in her courage. Yao Jia decided to go all out and slap this heartless and emotionless monster away just like she did in her previous life.

My palm hit a strong chest and I felt a piercing pain in my wrist.

Yao Jia was stunned and immediately retracted her hand, but her body fell straight into Nangong Xiu Lan's arms.

Nangong Xiu Lan remained calm and did not move, allowing her to fall into his arms.

Feeling the softness in front of him, his throat rolled, his eyes dimmed, and his whole body was stiff, not daring to move.

Yao Jia blinked her eyes. That’s not right. That’s not right. Nangong Xiu Lan should have been slapped away by her. Why was he acting like nothing happened?

On second thought, her martial arts skills were completely wasted. The small amount of internal energy she had absorbed from Gu Xiyan had not yet been integrated. Now, she was just an ordinary person without any martial arts skills.

Her face flushed red as she stepped out of Nangong Xiu Lan's arms and subconsciously wanted to run, but her wrist was grabbed by a strong force and pulled back.

"Nangong Xiu Lan, let me go!" she exclaimed.

A pair of hands held his waist tightly and his body flew into the air.

Nangong Xiu Lan carried her on his shoulders and no matter how she twisted, she couldn't break free.

Yao Jia was shocked when he was slapped on the buttocks. He forgot to struggle and said sternly, "You bastard, do you think you can slap my buttocks whenever you want? You slapped my palms before and now you slap my buttocks. Where else do you want to slap me in the future?!"

Nangong Xiulan's cold voice came, "You'd better behave yourself, otherwise I won't care if this is Tianxing Pavilion or not, I will beat you up anyway."

Yao Jia clenched her fist and punched Nangong Xiu Lan on the butt.

She should not have been soft-hearted. She should have returned with all her inner strength, just like she did in her previous life, and slapped him away with one palm. It would have been best if she slapped him into the snow, hurting his heart and lungs and causing him to cough every time it snowed!

But now she is just an ordinary person. Not to mention beating him, she probably can't even survive a single move from him.

When the servants saw Nangong Xiu Lan carrying Yao Jia to the ancestral hall again, they were not surprised and continued to do their duties.