Disguised as a man: Watch me create a new dynasty

"What? How do you know? Are you kidding me?" The young man in yellow clothes next to him had a look of suspicion on his face and his eyes widened.

"Who is lying? The brother-in-law of the younger brother of my eldest aunt's second sister's sister-in-law's neighbor's younger brother works as a servant in the princess's mansion. He told us." The young man in red hurriedly explained with a firm look on his face.

At this time, a young man in white came over with a mysterious look on his face and whispered, "My news is that Her Royal Highness the Princess has already returned to the capital. My eldest cousin's brother-in-law is the guard of the princess's mansion. He will secretly welcome the Princess of the Warring States Period at the Shili Pavilion tonight. Shh... I'll tell you, don't tell anyone."

His eyes glanced around vigilantly, as if he was worried that the news would be leaked.

In Jufulou, these young men were enthusiastically discussing the heroic deeds of the Princess of the Warring States Period, and they paid no attention to the several burly men with tense bodies sitting at the table next to them.

These big men were dressed in plain clothes, but they could not conceal their tough temperament. They seemed to be sitting there casually, but they were actually always alert.

Although the young masters later thought that they were discussing in a very low voice, to a martial artist it was no different from noise.

The strong men looked at each other and saw a look of determination in each other's eyes.

There was a hint of nervousness and worry in their eyes, as if they were thinking about some important decision.

A moment later, several strong men threw a silver ingot on the table, picked up the strip package at their feet, and walked out of Jufulou resolutely.

Their steps were firm and powerful, as if they had a clear goal.

After they left, the young masters stopped talking to each other and ate their own food.

After a while, they put down their bowls and chopsticks, paid the bill, left Jufulou, and headed towards Shili Pavilion outside the city.

The night was as dark as ink. The Suzaku Street in Kyoto City was bustling with lights just coming on. The people were immersed in the joy of nightlife. And outside the city, at Shiliting, a good show was quietly beginning.

In the Shili Pavilion, Yan Nansheng sat leisurely on the cushion prepared for her by Mo Qing, while her personal guards were busy making a fire and grilling skewers, with the aroma filling the air.

She held the teacup in her left hand and flipped the skewers flexibly with her right hand, taking a bite from time to time, with a look of satisfaction on her face.

His eyes were fixed on the fight not far away, as if he was watching an insignificant sideshow.

Mo Qing led his men out of the city in disguise, and surrounded the strong men in the middle as if strolling in the garden.

The strong men had alert faces and fierceness in their eyes.

Mo Qing's men looked relaxed, with playful smiles on their faces.

A sturdy man rushed towards one of his men, waving his fists. The man slightly turned sideways and easily dodged. He then patted the sturdy man on the back, and the man staggered forward.

Seeing this, another strong man raised his long sword and chopped at him. The subordinate was not in a hurry. He blocked it with the scabbard and kicked the strong man's wrist, and the long sword fell to the ground with a clang.

They moved freely among the strong men like a cat teasing a mouse.

Sometimes he pretended to be defeated, luring the strong men to attack frantically, but he cleverly avoided the attacks at the critical moment, leaving the strong men empty-handed.

Someone pretended to fall down, attracting the strong men to surround him, but he bounced up instantly, with swords flying and leaving holes in the strong men's clothes.

Mo Qing crossed his arms and strolled slowly to the side. When he saw a strong man who wanted to escape, he kicked him casually, and the strong man fell back to the center of the battle.

Yan Nansheng looked at the anxious "performance" with his head tilted, mumbling: "Here, here, oh, why are you so stupid."

After a stick of incense had passed, the strong men gradually became exhausted.

The eyes of Mo Qing's men suddenly became sharp and their sword moves became fiercer.

I saw a man flying up, and his sword was as fast as lightning, stabbing at the shoulder of a strong man.

Others also made moves, some poking, some stabbing, some chopping, and some slashing.

The strong men didn't even have the strength to resist and fell to the ground one after another.

"Hey, hey, hey, leave him alive." Yan Nansheng walked slowly over with the grilled skewers, distributed them to his men and then sat back.

"Thank you, master!" The subordinates took the skewers, wiped the swords on the sturdy man's body, and returned to their appearance as rich young men.

The night wind blew, and the battle of Shiliting came to an end, leaving only Yan Nansheng and her men, and the lingering aroma of grilled skewers.

Night fell over Shili Pavilion, and the surrounding trees swayed gently in the wind, with leaves rustling.

Yan Nansheng sat on a comfortable cushion, one hand casually resting on his bent knee, the other hand holding a skewer, taking a bite from time to time, with some oil stains at the corners of his mouth.

Her eyes were sparkling, and she looked with interest at Mo Qing and others who had just finished a battle not far away.

Mo Qing walked towards Yan Nansheng with steady steps, his clothes fluttering in the wind.

He lowered his head slightly, looking at Yan Nansheng's satisfied and lazy appearance, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yan Nansheng swallowed the food in his mouth, raised his eyes to look at Mo Qing, his eyes curved into crescents, and said with a smile: "Mo Qing, look at these people you brought with you, they ruined my fun so quickly, it took only one stick of incense to finish it, and I haven't even finished my skewers yet."

She shook the skewers in her hand, and the aroma wafted away with her movement.

Mo Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, crossed his arms, and said teasingly: "Master, if you think this is too fast, I will let them play with these people more next time. But the aroma of the skewers is so tempting that even I am a little distracted."

Yan Nansheng sat up straight and handed the skewer in his hand to Mo Qing, "Here, it's for you. You can try this delicacy too. This is made with a secret recipe that I found with great difficulty. It's a real treat to be able to eat something this delicious in the wilderness."

Mo Qing took the skewer, took a bite, chewed it carefully, and nodded in praise: "Master's craftsmanship is indeed extraordinary. If you open a skewer shop in the city, I'm afraid those restaurants will lose their business."

Yan Nansheng chuckled, "You're getting sweeter and sweeter. But then again, these strong men are too weak to withstand a beating this time. I thought I could watch the fun for a while longer."

There was a hint of regret in her eyes, and then she looked at the fallen men, "What do you think the people behind them would look like when they knew they had failed this time?"

Mo Qing narrowed his eyes slightly, thought for a moment and then answered: "No matter what their expressions are, as long as they dare to harm the master, we will deal with them one by one, and we will deal with them in groups."

Yan Nansheng nodded with satisfaction, "Well said. Next time something like this happens, I will make them struggle for a while longer. I haven't seen enough of this drama yet."

After that, she picked up another skewer and started to eat it with relish, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her. Only the delicious food in front of her and the lingering "liveliness" were worth her attention.