Men are superior to women: the heartthrob in Yunqi

There were still a few remaining stars in the slightly blue sky, until a touch of strange light awakened the bright clouds in the four corners, caressing the cheek of the earth, as if smoothing out all the sorrows and worries.

Time passed in a flash. Mu Yao lazily lay on the bed, staring at the rose color on the window, unwilling to get up for a long time.

Today Xu Qingcheng went to Yuhe City in Yunlan Country, where Yunqi’s largest auction house, “Changsheng Pavilion”, is located.

Of the 20 treasures that Li Taifu had entrusted him to auction, he had already sold 18 of them through various channels in Dayun. Only the "Lamb Fat Lotus Incense Burner" and "Water Lily" had not found a suitable buyer. These two treasures were unexpectedly obtained by Li Taifu and were extremely precious. Xu Qingcheng had to sigh at her teacher's incredible luck.

Mu Yao forced herself to cheer up and changed into a light green floor-length dress, which made her waist look even more slender and her figure even more graceful.

She didn't care to take care of her hair. Her wavy wine-red hair was casually draped down her back to her waist, and she chose a camellia-colored cap to wear. She took a few steps, looked radiant, and made people forget the mundane world when they saw her.

The banquet was approaching, ranging from court cuisine to folk snacks and even exotic flavors, she prepared a total of 24 dishes for this feast, including eight cold dishes, four large dishes, eight medium dishes and four table-closing dishes. The taste was sweet, salty, sour and spicy.

There were two middle dishes and one table dish that she wanted to think about more. The food in her memory could no longer satisfy her. She decided to go back to Yangming Town and check out the Sanwei Bookstore.

The Sanwei Bookstore run by Xu Qingcheng has a wide range of products and is one of the largest in Dayun. Perhaps I can find inspiration there.

Shopkeeper Wang and Wang Hao were extremely surprised to see Mu Yao coming, and the entire bookstore seemed to become brighter.

Wang Hao, in particular, had mixed feelings. When he learned that Mu Yao was a woman, it took him three or four days to come back to his senses, and he felt dizzy. He had only seen a few young women in his life, let alone approaching and talking to them.

Thinking back to the time when he and Mu Yao were so close, his face turned red. Shopkeeper Wang advised him to read more books and stop thinking about such imaginary things all day long.

He knew it clearly in his heart. How could a mere mortal like him dream of a goddess in heaven? Just looking at her from a distance was not enough! Unfortunately, Mu Yao was wearing a veil today. It was said that her beauty attracted all the young men in Shangjing. Wang Hao felt itchy in his heart and wanted to see her beauty!

"Brother Wang, do you know if there are any books about local delicacies in the bookstore? Or recipes? It would be even better if they are rare or unique copies."

"Yes, yes, I'll take you there." Wang Hao enthusiastically led Mu Yao to the third floor. The third floor was the restricted area of ​​Sanwei Bookstore. It was not as big as the first and second floors and was not open to the public. It contained many high-end rare books, precious books, and unique books as well as calligraphy and paintings by various famous artists and rare ornaments. It was Xu Qingcheng's small treasure library, which was dedicated to sales and auctions.

Mu Yao felt a little awkward when she heard Wang Hao use honorifics to address her. After all, they were so familiar with each other before, so she said, "Brother Wang, we are old friends. You should just call me Mu Yao."

Wang Hao was anxious when he heard this: "How can that be possible? You are a noble lady, how can I call you by your honorific name?"

Mu Yao sighed. She was not used to Wang Hao being so distant from her. She regarded Wang Hao as a half-master.

"How about this, you can call me Xiaoyao." When she was in school as a child, her classmates all called her that.

Wang Hao swallowed his saliva, and after some inner struggle, he stammered, "You are engaged to the Third Young Master, and you will be the Third Young Master's wife in the future. I am just a servant, how dare I call you by your nickname. No, no, how about I call you Young Madam?" Wang Hao tried cautiously, anyway, he would never dare to call her Xiaoyao. If his uncle knew about this, he would definitely scold him for not distinguishing between superiors and inferiors and having no manners.

Mu Yao waved her hand feebly: "Just call me your lady."

She stayed on the third floor for three hours, flipping through hundreds of books and finding twenty-five books on food, one of which was about the local food of Beiming. She learned that people there love sweets. She weighed it carefully in her mind and had some new ideas.

Time is tight and there is no extra time to restock and prepare ingredients. She can only choose from the existing ingredients and make new dishes. She plans to make two exotic desserts as the two middle courses this time.

The red sun sets in the west, the afterglow of the sunset dyes the sky red, everything becomes hazy, and the streets and alleys are filled with a strong smell of fireworks.

After eating the last piece of cake, Mu Yao still felt hungry and wanted to go to Zuiweilou to treat herself. She wanted to try the signature dish there - steamed preserved meat.

The carriage drove through Changle Street. Mu Yao listened to the clattering of horse hooves, and a feeling of weariness gradually came over her. She felt dazed and dazed, like a dandelion that would scatter if blown.

After waking up from a nap, she lifted the curtains and her pupils shrank suddenly. The surroundings were terribly quiet, with only the creaking sound of wheels rolling over. There was no trace of the bustling Changle Street.

The empty streets were lit up with sparse lights, and the alleys were long and deep. The shadows of the trees danced in the breeze, and Mu Yao felt cold all over and her soul was trembling.

She had a bad feeling in her heart and she didn't know where the carriage was taking her.

When the door curtain was lifted, the groom was no longer Chen Yin from the mansion, but two men in black wearing bamboo hats. From the back, the two men had straight spines and slender figures. Their black sleeves fluttered in the wind, making them look three parts mysterious and seven parts dangerous in the moonlight. One of them wore a silver sword, and the other had a red fire whip on his waist.

Mu Yao couldn't help swallowing.

The two men had excellent hearing. They turned around in an instant and shot their sharp eyes directly into Mu Yao's eyes.

In a flash, Mu Yao instinctively rushed to the person on the left, stretched out her hand and tightly grasped his arm to use the force to jump off the carriage between the two people. Fortunately, the speed was not fast, and it was just a slight scratch.

She ran towards an alley without looking back.

The alley was winding, narrow and long, with several forks in a crisscross pattern. She had never seen such a pattern of streets and alleys in Yangming Town, and was a little unsure whether she was still in the town.

The moon's silver light sprinkled on the gravel road, but Mu Yao's eyes were faintly bloody. The footsteps behind her came closer and closer, and they seemed to be deliberately controlling the distance. They were obviously approaching but slowing down. She didn't know what the two people behind her wanted to do. The horrific and brutal movie clips she had seen were playing in her mind. She had no weapons in her hands, and she didn't know how to do Qinggong. Judging from the speed of the two people's movement, she felt that she had no chance of winning.

Seeing that there was no way forward, Mu Yao gritted her teeth, turned around and prepared for a hard fight.

When the two men wearing bamboo hats saw Mu Yao stopped, they stopped moving forward and the two sides confronted each other at a distance of two meters.

"What do you two mean?" Mu Yao quickly sorted out the clues in her mind. Was it sent by Huaiyang Marquis' Mansion? Was it He Wanyi? Or was it the one in the palace?

One of the men holding the silver sword said, "Ms. Mu, don't be nervous. We are ordered by the Pavilion Master to invite you to come over for a talk. We will bring you back safely later." His voice was cold and arrogant, reminding Mu Yao of a horrifying profession that makes a living with blood.

She immediately became alert, and unconsciously grasped the hem of her skirt with her left hand to wipe the cold sweat from her hands.

"Who is the Pavilion Master you are talking about?" Mu Yao tried hard to remain calm, her voice clear and loud, trying to cheer herself up.

"Ms. Mu, you'll know when you get there. Please." After saying that, he stepped aside to make way.

"Are you killers?" Since a fierce battle is inevitable, he might as well ask clearly.

The man with the sword paused, obviously not expecting Mu Yao to ask so bluntly.

They are indeed assassins, but it is not easy to say so. What if they scare the lady and the Pavilion Master blames them?

Seeing that the other party was silent, Mu Yao became more certain.

I made up my mind. I'll beat him if I want! He must howl before he dies!

She dodged towards the man as fast as the wind.

Lu Shen did not expect that this weak noble lady was not afraid of his murderous aura, and rushed towards him to snatch the sword from his hand. The figure of the person who came was as light as flying catkins, and she was graceful and elegant, like a meteor in the night sky.

He had never fought with a woman before, and he was frozen for a moment.

It was Fu Yuan who was standing by and reacted first, slapping Lu Shen away by a foot.

Mu Yao took this opportunity to run towards the alley, and was unexpectedly bumped into a strong embrace, with a very faint orchid scent filling her nostrils.

Looking up, she saw a pair of unfathomable eyes staring at her, filled with light and water.

Before Wang Yanzhi could open his mouth, Lu Shen and Fu Yuan had already arrived.

Both sides were stunned for a second. Wang Yanzhi pushed Mu Yao towards the patrol team behind him, and the sword in his hand instantly turned into a silver light and swept towards Lu Shen and Fu Yuan.

The three men were all extremely skilled in martial arts, but they were two against one. After dozens of rounds, Wang Yanzhi gradually lost the upper hand, and a long cut was made on his sleeve.

The patrol team sent out a support signal the moment they were fighting. Seeing the prairie fire approaching in the distance, Fu Yuan pulled away and rushed straight towards Mu Yao.

Twenty patrol guards instantly entangled with Fu Yuan. Wang Yanzhi was extremely anxious and used all his strength to attack Lu Shen, forcing him to retreat two feet. He took advantage of this gap to quickly move towards Mu Yao and firmly protect her behind him.

Fu Shen saw that the situation was not right, so he winked at Lu Shen and disappeared without a trace. After failing this time, the two of them would inevitably be punished when they returned. Thinking of the Pavilion Master's iron-blooded methods, the two of them felt like they were falling into an ice cellar, and the air pressure around them dropped significantly.

Wang Yanzhi turned around and saw Mu Yao's delicate body trembling slightly, but she was so stubborn that she didn't say a word. He felt a sharp pain in his heart. He stepped forward and stretched out his arms to half-hug Mu Yao into his arms.

"Ms. Mu, are you okay? Do I need to take you to the clinic?" Wang Yanzhi's deep voice cut through the night sky, sounding exceptionally clear.

After Mu Yao adjusted her breath, she shook her head at him. She asked with some doubt, "Lord Wang, how did you know it was me?" Zhao Huaian recognized her, and Wang Yanzhi also recognized her, so why did she wear the veil? It was unnecessary.

"Hehe." Wang Yanzhi chuckled. There was a hint of charm in his cold voice. At least that's how Mu Yao felt.

"Ms. Mu's figure is one in a million. I cannot ignore her even if I want to."

There was a hint of restraint and confusion in his eyes, and Mu Yao felt very nervous even through the mist. This man was very strange today.

Suddenly, she saw a big hole on Wang Yanzhi's left sleeve. She couldn't help but hold her breath and blurt out a concerned word: "Are you hurt?"

Wang Yanzhi followed Mu Yao's gaze to the sword mark and said as if he didn't see it: "It's okay, thank you for your concern, Miss Mu."

Mu Yao was about to exchange a few pleasantries when she heard him speak: "Ms. Mu, how come you are here so late at night and have offended the people from the Bloodthirsty Pavilion?"

What! Bloodthirsty Pavilion?

Mu Yao's alarm bells immediately rang. Her delicate face under the veil turned pale as paper, her almond-shaped eyes widened as she stood there motionless as if struck by lightning.

Bloodthirsty Pavilion! Bloodthirsty Pavilion! Dayun's number one assassination organization. Notoriously cruel! Vicious! Desperate!

It turns out that the two people just now were killers from the Bloodthirsty Pavilion. No wonder they had such a strong murderous aura.

A sour feeling surged into her nose. How could she, Mu Yao, deserve the help of Dayun's number one killer organization?

Mu Yao didn't want to say more, so she shook her head at Wang Yanzhi.

Wang Yanzhi paused for a moment, and held back his words of impartiality: "Then wait until Miss Mu wants to speak, and then tell me."

Today, Wang Yanzhi did not call himself "official" in front of her, and he seemed less distant.

Mu Yao thought of her unreasonable behavior yesterday, and today she had Wang Yanzhi's full protection, and she couldn't help feeling guilty.

"Master Wang, have you had dinner yet? I'm about to go to Zuiweilou for dinner. If not, could you please move over and have dinner with me? Thank you for your help today. I would like to take this opportunity to thank you." Mu Yao was a little nervous. If Wang Yanzhi really agreed, it would be quite embarrassing. But he helped her a lot today, and she would feel bad if she didn't do something.

"Thank you very much, Miss Mu. It's just that it takes half an hour's drive from here to Zuiweilou. How about going to 'Xiaoqiao Liushui' which is not far from here? The dishes there are well-known. But it's still a little different from 'Shuiyunjian' run by Miss Mu."

The moonlight was like water, and the soft light was like the veil on a beautiful woman's shoulders, dreamlike. Falling on Wang Yanzhi, the whole person exuded a cold glow, lonely and mysterious.

Mu Yao always felt that Wang Yanzhi was a little different today.

His eyes were no longer as sharp or deep as before. They were softer and more humane.

After Wang Yanzhi explained some matters to the patrol team's guard captain Li Chong, he and Mu Yao walked towards the "Small Bridge and Flowing Water".

The journey that should have taken half an incense stick of time actually took a whole incense stick of time.

Mu Yao looked up at the plaque of the restaurant and couldn't help but praise: "These four words are as light as floating clouds and as agile as a startled dragon. Good words and good momentum."

A strange color flashed in Wang Yanzhi's eyes, and he smiled lightly and said, "Thank you for the compliment, Miss Mu."

Before Mu Yao could react, he had already strode in.

Looking at Wang Yanzhi's proud back, Mu Yao suddenly felt that he was not that difficult to get along with.