Legend of Fu Yao - Chapter 41

Chapter 41




The guards exchanged looks . They had heard all kinds of weird requests before so such wasn't foreign to them . A guard obliged with a smile . "Go then, don't fall . "

"Thanks," Meng Fuyao bowed . As she passed the guards, she flicked her fingers, causing both to instantly collapse to the ground .

"Wow, Zhangsun Wuji, you taught them really well, I'm impressed . . . how obedient of them," muttered Meng Fuyao . Not spotting any other guards close by, Meng Fuyao quickly reached the top of the rockery, not casting the prince's hall a second glance .

Under the vast sky, her body could be seen jumping forward with her arms out, and into the pond .

"Freestyle! Here I come!"

Still, in midair, she flicked her fingers, and a broadleaf flew out, brushing across the water surface . With a flip of her body, she landed lightly on the leaf, on the tip of a foot .

Only a fool would jump into the water on a cold day like that .

Meng Fuyao happily scanned her surroundings and noted that there was another view behind the rockery . Before, she had only noticed a corner of the pool, but now, she realized that it wasn't a small artificial pond but a lake with jade-clear water that reflected all the strange-looking stones around . The fragrance of the vast stretch of camellia bloomed along with their deep red, pinkish-red, faint red and silk-white petals . Mixed in with those were exquisite Japanese allspices and Indian azaleas, their colors splendid and eye-catching .

In the center of the lake stood a jade-white pavilion that directly led to a long, emerald-green corridor, which was made from bamboo . It was a wonder that the rippling waves hadn't been able to strip off its beautiful color . Reflecting the bamboo's mild hues, the crystal clear lake water produced a refreshing and pleasing spectacle .

The wind grazed past, creating folds in the water layers and activating the bells hanging from the pavilion interior . The muslin ruffled, dream-like, in the wind, and amid it danced a human figure . The figure's head was lowered as it was playing the zither . The zither's music was clear and melodious, while its every note sounded like the tumbling of strings of beads into the water . Yet, the fingers that produced that solid tune were uncharacteristically beautiful and slender .



Meng Fuyao inhaled a deep breath, her chest instantly being inflated with the cool winter fragrance . "This is nice," she muttered unknowingly .


Broad leaves shot out non-stop from between her fingers as she continued advancing toward the pavilion . However, she stopped midway, as she sensed a dangerous aura floating in the air .

It was an incorporeal presence, everywhere within the plants . It drifted amid the breeze and moonlight and along the fluttering of the flower petals, and it was pressing in at a steady rate .

But it was definitely quiet, save for the zither . . .

Meng Fuyao's train of thought snapped . 'Right, why isn't there any other sound? Where are the natural sounds? The wind? The insects?'

Meng Fuyao flew on, but her mind froze . She could feel the murderous aura all around, except for the person in the pavilion, whose whole body was free from it . It was her only point of breakthrough .

The woman inside was probably the crown prince's entertainer and had no martial arts background . There wasn't anyone in this residence, but there seemed to be an ancient formation . Since Meng Fuyao had already charged her way in, the only exit was through .

The figure, vaguely concealed by the muslin, seemed to have noticed her as well . Her fingers stopped for a second before loosening, and a distant-sounding note rolled through the air, deep and thick .

The encircling aura had dispersed, and Meng Fuyao's body relaxed instantly as if being freed from shackles . It was utterly refreshing . She looked toward the hazy figure beyond the muslin and let out a sneaky smirk . 'You know I'm harmless, don't you, Beauty? Heh heh . '

As Meng Fuyao had calculated her movements in advance, she flicked forward the last piece of broadleaf that would get her to the pavilion . The beauty's graceful swaying of the head along with the music made it look as though he was casting glances over at Meng Fuyao, which cheered the latter increasingly .



'Almost . . . almost . . . '

The muslin was lifted, revealing not a beauty's slender fingers but a fat ball of white fur .

"Clap!"

A rock flew out, landing on the broadleaf, which caused it to spin out of control but without sinking .

Rather than assessing the situation in the pavilion, Meng Fuyao set her gaze upon the leaf, not wanting to be steered away from her calculated scope . "Where's this trouble-causing rascal?" she shouted while doing a flip in midair .

However, as the rock had been dipped in an extremely corrosive poison, the leaf was already shriveled by then .

Seeing that there was no landing space, Meng Fuyao did another flip before running out of energy and plopping right into the water .

The white furball immediately dropped its catapult, grabbing onto its tummy and squeaking in delight before disappearing between the muslin again .

A completely wet head shot out from the lake water . Hair flat against her forehead and ginger juice half wiped from her face, Meng Fuyao looked no different from a water ghost . Creasing her brows, she cursed, "Which scoundrel? Come out, come out!"

The squeakings got louder in response .

Meng Fuyao pricked her ears up and followed in the direction of the squeaks . As she was about to climb up a bamboo pillar, someone pulled the muslin aside, laughing . "Why do you always look so pitiful, Fuyao?"

The voice was low yet familiarly cheerful .

Stunned, Meng Fuyao tightened her grip on the pole . "Snap . "

She lifted her head, and at this point, the muslin had already been rolled up by a servant . The owner of that graceful voice smiled lightly at her . His hands were on the zither strings while his crow-black hair and purple robe were fluttering softly in the wind . As enchanting as the quiet waters and glowing moon, he appeared like a drifting cloud from up above the skies; absolutely brilliant and aesthetical .

'A beauty indeed . . . a beautiful man . '

The 'beauty' propped his zither up before approaching Meng Fuyao . His emerging presence left her heart palpitating and breaths choppy . Now that he was merely a few inches away from her face, she could almost feel his long lashes ruffling between them as a wave of light fragrance hit her together with the cool breeze .

"Haven't you given me enough trouble . . ?" Meng Fuyao mumbled .

Before her voice fell she let out an unglamorous and careless sneeze .

Yuan Zhaoxu's lips curled up, his long, fair arm reaching out toward Meng Fuyao .

Meng Fuyao's eyes landed on his palm . His skin was smooth, and every palm line was clearly visible . His wisdom line was straight and long -- exceptional wisdom . His heart line was rather deep but slightly entangled . . . How many marriage lines? Thoughts rushed through her mind, and the man above broke into a smile .

Yuan Zhaoxu lifted a finger, sending Meng Fuyao into the air . Her body formed an arc at the highest point before being directed toward the other side of the muslin . Amid her fall she spotted the real culprit, who had the catapult beneath his feet .

When the culprit saw her, he broke into a run . Meng Fuyao pounced on it like a wolf, grabbing it viciously despite its desperate struggles . She brought it up to her face and started rubbing her face with it . "Huhu, Yuan Bao, I've missed you so much . . . " she cried, using Yuan Bao as a wiping cloth .

Lord Yuan Bao wiggled and squirmed but to no avail . He cried for Yuan Zhaoxu to save him from the devil's claw but to no avail . The latter continued watching passively by the side, no different from when Meng Fuyao had fallen into the water .

When Meng Fuyao was finally done expressing her unending admiration and yearning for Lord Yuan Bao, the noble-born guinea pig had turned patchy yellow and wet . Meng Fuyao had already wiped the dirt and juice on her face clean .

Only then did she willingly release the fat furball, but not without crushing the d*mned catapult .

Lord Yuan Bao rushed to a corner of the pavilion and looked into a reflective pearl, immediately letting out a painful screech .

"Plop . "

A small ripple emerged from the water as Lord Yuanbao himself had jumped in for a bath .

As Meng Fuyao had taken her revenge, she turned to look at Yuan Zhaoxu, who was leaning against the platform . He raised a hand and his light purple robe rolled out like a swift ball of cloud, quickly binding Meng Fuyao tightly .

Then, he clapped his hand to get the attention of the servants . A servant girl appeared unhurriedly with a mini yet elaborate oven . Heat radiated throughout the pavilion, and she moved on to draw the thicker curtains together and kept them in place with rocks, constructing a temporary dressing room . Another servant girl approached with a set of dry clothes . Yuan Zhaoxu personally received and flipped them around, as if searching for something within, before handing them over to Meng Fuayo .

"Very sweet of you . How rare . . . " she commented . As she was about to enter the changing area she heard him ask, "Mind changing together?"

"Wha . . . " Meng Fuyao whipped her head around . A whole wave of curses was ready to be unleashed in response to his erotic request . Yet, all she saw was him reaching his hand toward the water and allowing a drenched and constantly sneezing guinea pig climb up his arm .

Annoyed by his deliberate misrepresentation, Meng Fuyao's face turned jet black . Nevertheless, she was able to gloat over Lord Yuan Bao's pitiful plight . It was great seeing him run about naked in the cold . His white fur was dripping wet . Meng Fuyao flicked Lord Yuan Bao's pink belly, provoking him to bite her, which she then easily avoided before dashing into the changing room, laughing to her heart's content .