The Martial God who started at Mantuo Manor

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Wang Meng's gaze sharpened slightly, and he couldn't help but take a second look.

The nun was about thirty years old, dressed in a simple blue cloth robe, extremely plain in style, without a single embroidery, and her black hair was tied up with a plain wooden hairpin, revealing a section of her fair and delicate neck.

With a beautiful face, fair skin, and eyes as calm as an ancient well, she possessed an ethereal quality that seemed untouched by worldly concerns.

As she walked, her movements were light and graceful, and the hem of her Taoist robe fluttered slightly in the wind, giving her an ethereal and otherworldly air.

But even the wide Taoist robe could not completely conceal the mystery of her figure.

Although the blue Taoist robe was not form-fitting, as she moved with light steps, the curve of her chest was subtly revealed, like a peony bud about to bloom in spring, making the simple fabric appear as a scene that evoked contemplation.

From her waist down, her hips and buttocks were indescribably voluptuous, like ripe fruit hanging heavily, each step carrying an indescribable charm and allure.

The figure that should have belonged to a hermit in seclusion possessed an unusual allure, as if it had blended the fresh dew of the mountains with the sandalwood incense of the temple, exuding both the refined elegance of a hermit and the voluptuousness of a familiar person.

Her expression was calm, her gaze straight ahead, as if nothing around her mattered to her, and she was only focused on whispering something to the woman in the pale yellow dress beside her.

Wang Meng thought to himself, "What a fine Taoist nun!"

Judging from his demeanor, he certainly possessed an air of otherworldly grace, but his figure... was so... well, 'endowed with exceptional beauty and grace, blessed by heaven.'

Although his gaze was only fleeting, the Taoist nun and her group were also walking in this direction. Separated by a flowerbed full of blooming roses and wild roses, the four of them were not going the same way and could only look at each other from afar.

Wang Meng quickly withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, and followed closely behind the maid.

Unexpectedly, his casual glance still caught the eye of the pale yellow figure.

His smiling face suddenly froze, and he stopped walking.

A complex and unreadable expression flashed across her bright and lively eyes, a mixture of surprise, doubt, and a hint of inexplicable panic.

The Taoist nun beside her noticed that she had suddenly stopped and her expression was strange. Her cool tone was tinged with concern, and a faint trace of the soft accent unique to the Sichuan and Chongqing region could be heard in her voice: "Rong'er, what's wrong?"

At that moment, her heart was pounding like a deer, and she couldn't care less about answering the nun's question.

That fleeting glimpse of the man's figure, though indistinct through the flowerbed, flashed through her mind like lightning, involuntarily reminding her of last night... The thought of that blush-inducing scene made her cheeks burn as if they were on fire.

The kiss had a rough, irresistible force that made her weak all over, almost unable to stand.

The unfamiliar touch, the intense masculine scent—recalling it now still made her feel lingering fear, yet... yet also gave rise to an indescribable shyness and panic.

is it him?

That palm strike shouldn't have happened...

Could that fleeting glimpse of his back, that seemingly ordinary servant... be him?

She simply couldn't be sure.

Last night it was too dark, and she had drunk too much, so her memory was already blurry. The man's face was covered with a cloth... She only remembered his eyes, which seemed to be incredibly bright in the night, with a kind of beastly aggression.

But if it really is him... how could he dare to be so bold?

How dare a servant... how dare he do such a frivolous and disrespectful thing to her!

The thought of this filled her with shame and indignation, but then, mixed with that shame and indignation was a strange panic and... a thrill that she herself did not want to admit.

Biting her lower lip, her heart pounded wildly in her chest, her mind racing with countless thoughts. For a moment, she forgot where she was and how to answer the question from the nun beside her.

Seeing that she remained silent for a long time, only staring in a certain direction with an ever-changing expression, the Taoist nun couldn't help but follow her gaze.

The cobblestone path meandered, lined with lush flowers and trees. The Taoist nun, with her sharp eyes, only managed to catch a glimpse of the hem of a gray cloth robe and a slightly burly figure as he turned the corner of the flowerbed and quickly disappeared from sight.

"Ok?"

The Taoist nun let out a soft nasal sound, tinged with a hint of inquiry. Her gaze lingered for a moment on the spot where the figure had disappeared, a barely perceptible glint of curiosity flashing in her eyes.

In this Manor of Mando, there are many servants, as numerous as carp crossing a river. The silhouette of an ordinary servant should not have attracted her attention.

However, Rong'er's distraught appearance, as if her soul had been stolen, made her pay more attention to the departing figure.

"Rong'er, do you recognize that person?"

The nun withdrew her gaze, her voice still cold and clear, but there seemed to be a subtle hint of probing in her Sichuan accent.

When the Taoist nun asked him, he seemed to wake up from his daze, but his eyes showed a hint of panic and evasion.

She forced a smile, shook her head, and said in a weak voice, "No...it's nothing, Yanqing."

Perhaps... perhaps I'm seeing things, and I've mistaken the person.

She dared not tell the truth, much less admit the inexplicable flutter and suspicion in her heart.

What happened last night was absurd to begin with. If my usually aloof and meticulous friend knew about it, who knows how he would view me?

The Taoist nun gave her a deep look, her gaze calm and serene, yet seemingly able to see into people's hearts.

She didn't press further, but simply nodded and said, "If you're just seeing things, then don't overthink it."

The crape myrtle that A-Luo planted is in full bloom; let's go over and admire the flowers.

As he spoke, he took the lead and walked into the depths of the flower garden, the hem of his Taoist robe brushing against the green grass, untouched by dust.

He quickly responded and hurried after them.

However, her mind was no longer entirely focused on admiring the flowers. The image of that figure from earlier and the kiss from last night—a kiss that was both heart-stopping, rough, and strangely alluring—still kept flashing through her mind.

She subconsciously stuck out her tongue and gently licked her lips, as if she could still feel that unfamiliar touch, which made her increasingly agitated.

Wang Meng followed behind the maid without saying a word.

As you venture deeper into the area, the surrounding scenery becomes increasingly tranquil.

They passed through a moon gate, and suddenly a beautiful and exquisite little courtyard appeared before them.

The courtyard is not large, but it is well-maintained.

The winding path paved with bluestone slabs is lined with green bamboo and banana trees. A gentle breeze rustles the bamboo leaves and spreads the banana leaves, adding a touch of coolness.

In the corner of the courtyard stood several large glazed jars, filled with lotus leaves and a few pink lotus buds about to bloom. Occasionally, a dragonfly would skim the surface, creating ripples on the water.

In the center of the courtyard stands a small, two-story embroidered building with upturned eaves and intricate floral and bird patterns carved on the window frames. It is covered with light blue gauze, through which the exquisite furnishings inside can be vaguely seen.

Wang Meng had heard of this area before; it was Li Qingluo's private residence, and ordinary male servants were strictly forbidden from stepping into it except for her personal maids.

Having been summoned here today, Wang Meng's heart pounded even harder, and an inexplicable unease clung to his mind like vines.

He lowered his eyes, his gaze drifting unconsciously over the ground, but his mind was in turmoil. A thought that he had been deliberately suppressing was now surfacing uncontrollably.

Last night... last night in the pavilion... although his face was covered with a cloth, the other party probably didn't see his face clearly, but... but the coarse cloth clothes he changed out of!

For the sake of convenience, he casually tossed his sweat-stained clothes into the bushes not far from the pavilion!

After being slapped.

In his haste to escape, he only cared about getting away, leaving the mask covering his face, but those damned clothes! Mei, where are you, Lin? Have you had time? Mei hasn't thought about it...

But those clothes were left near the pavilion!

Wang Meng's heart sank, and a fine layer of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

If someone discovers those clothes, and considering what happened in the pavilion last night, wouldn't I be exposed immediately if someone with ulterior motives investigated me?

This courtyard has never been served by male servants.

If a male servant accidentally barged in, he would likely be punished with a beating.

Why was he suddenly summoned here? Could it be that... could it be that what happened last night has already come to light?

Is she planning to... kill him to silence him?

Once this idea takes hold, it grows wildly like weeds.

Wang Meng felt a chill run down his spine, and his steps became unsteady.

He tried to calm himself and make his expression appear normal, but his wildly pounding heart betrayed his inner fear.

However, the more he tried to comfort himself, the stronger the ominous premonition became.

He could almost feel countless eyes watching him from the shadows, and behind the curtains of the embroidered pavilion, there seemed to be unpredictable murderous intent.

Wang Meng's premonition was correct.

On the second floor of the exquisite embroidered building right in front of him, beside the soft couch by the window, a graceful figure stood quietly.

It was Li Qingluo.

At this moment, she was only wearing a white gauze robe as thin as a cicada's wing, loosely tied, barely concealing the alluring beauty beneath.

The light gauze clung softly to her exquisite, undulating curves, rippling like water with her gentle breaths.

Through the semi-transparent white gauze, one could vaguely see ambiguous marks imprinted on her snow-white and delicate skin.

Some were as deep as rubies, others as light as rosy clouds, like exquisite tattoos, crisscrossing and imprinted on her back, her rounded shoulders, and even her plump, pert buttocks and snow-capped peaks.

Each of these traces tells a story of last night's madness and passion, leaving behind a burning mark.

The slight stinging sensation did not make her uncomfortable; instead, it felt like a series of fine electric currents coursing through her body, causing her to involuntarily flex her legs.

In Li Qingluo's hand, she was holding a set of coarse cloth clothes.

It was the one that Wang Meng had left in the grass in the pavilion during his panic last night.

The clothes were wrinkled and carried a faint scent of grass and earth.

However, Li Qingluo didn't care at all.

She gently gathered the coarse cloth garment to her chest.

Then, slowly, with a slightly intoxicated expression, he brought it to the tip of his nose.

A strong and unique masculine scent, mixed with sweat, dust, and an indescribable masculine charm, wafted over me.

The scent was rough and primal, completely different from the incense and floral scents she was used to, yet it strangely stirred up a long-suppressed desire deep within her heart.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, as if trying to inhale the powerful and wild scent into her lungs and let it seep into her blood.

Her body trembled slightly, and the skin beneath the thin gauze broke out in goosebumps from the strange stimulation.

The bold and unrestrained scenes from last night kept flashing uncontrollably through her mind.

His brutal tearing and the conquering lashes... made her feel both ashamed and experienced an unprecedented, almost tearing feeling.

Her breathing gradually became rapid, and her cheeks flushed an unnatural red.

"Madam, they've arrived!"

Li Qingluo opened her eyes.