Volume 1 Chapter 68 Ignition

  "Alright!" Luo Zi took the iron coin, and the young man who was still shy just now had already become a ruffian. "A Xuan, who do you want to deal with? Just tell me, I'll definitely get it done for you!"

  Lu Xuan lowered her eyes and said quietly: "The one I want you to follow is Ping Xiaoqi, Ping Shizi Lang. He has always liked to play, he lived in Chengdu for two years, but now he has returned to Hanyang City, I estimate that he will come and go from Zuiyue Pavilion."

  This year, two of the Ping family's grandsons were recommended as Filial and Incorrupt, namely Ping Qiulang and Ping Shilang. Compared to Ping Shilang who is gentle and weak in character, Ping Qiulang has a more lively personality, but among all the Ping family's grandsons, he is considered clever and adaptable. The entire Ping family had high hopes for him, expecting him to become Filial and Incorrupt and bring glory to the Ping family.

  For many wealthy families, the promotion of filial piety is the only way to advance. Because the middle school requires real talent and learning, while the promotion of filial piety requires high moral character, it's easier - at least you can fake it. Ping Qiulang was given great expectations because his nature was very similar to that of Old Lady Ping and he was her favorite: cunning and good at flattering those above him while deceiving those below him. People like this are actually more likely to go far and help their family become glorious than a true gentleman with upright character.

  But now Lu Xuan is taking her first step in implementing her plan for a peaceful and stable life with her brother - cutting off his wings!

  The two of them whispered to each other for a while, then Lu Xuan went over the arrangements for their next meeting and the location where they would meet again. Just as she finished speaking, they heard Yang Shu's laughter coming from outside, so she nodded at Luo Zi and walked out.

  As soon as she went out of the house, Lu Xuan called out with a smile: "Aunt Yang."

  "Hey, isn't this Ah Yue? How did you come?" Yang Shu was obviously a bit surprised, she hurriedly walked to Lu Yue's front, stroked her hand and admired it for a while before turning to scold Luo Zi: "Dead mischievous monkey, Ah Yue came and you didn't even call me!"

  Lu Xuan hastily smiled and said: "It's me who doesn't want Luo Zi to call, anyway there's still plenty of time. Waiting for Aunt here is also a must."

  These words were spoken politely and Aunt Yang loved to hear them.

  Lu Xuan was at Yang Shu's house for half a day, and didn't leave the Yang residence until the sky grew dark.

  Back home, Lu Yun had already returned. Seeing her sister, he hastily ran over and called out in a wronged tone: "Sis, where did you go? Why are you back so late?"

  This kid.

  Lu Xuan touched his head and walked inside, saying in a low voice: "I'm looking for someone to deal with the Ping family." After a pause, she smiled and said: "As for how to deal with it, Ah Yun can guess, if you can't guess, wait for the result to come out and I'll tell you."

  All along, Lu Ying had some ideas and actions that he never hid from Lu Yun. He told him these conspiracies and tricks hand in hand, just to let his younger brother grow up as soon as possible.

  It's just that, if possible, she really wishes someone else could teach these things to her younger brother, rather than herself. She is just a woman and truly hopes that in her younger brother's heart, she is pure and kind, not like now, becoming more and more ruthless, using any means necessary to achieve her goals.

  Before I knew it, two days had passed.

  In the evening, Heizi Qīláng swaggered along Hankou Street, his eyes darting back and forth.

  He looked around for a while, then suddenly his eyes lit up, and he quickened his pace, quietly approaching a slender and seductive girl who was exuding a fiery charm.

  This girl, judging from her figure, was about fifteen or sixteen years old, at the most beautiful age for a woman. If she were any younger, she would be too immature; if two years older, she would already be someone's wife. Only with this kind of youthful tenderness and fiery spirit could he just look at her figure and feel his heart racing.

  Thinking of this, Hei Shichirō somewhat resentfully thought: Because of that thing about the three old men's inspection, my family is also managing me too strictly.

  This man has many bad habits, the most serious one being that he likes to flirt with women and the more expensive and high-class they are, the more he likes them. As for the ones at home, he can't even be bothered to look at them.

  The wildflower in front of me is a stunning beauty. She wears a bright red dress, with black hair and a snow-white neck, her slender figure standing tall and elegant. This girl is a rare beauty, with a cold and proud demeanor. Just like the marigold flower, she is dazzlingly beautiful, yet carefree and unrestrained.

  But after a few months of not returning, when did this small place in Hanyang suddenly have such a beautiful woman? It's really making people look at it with itching and unbearable.

  Hei's seventh son rubbed his hands together, feeling the pent-up energy that had been suppressed for several days surge back to life with a loud clang.

  He walked up behind the girl and bowed deeply, saying in a clear voice: "Miss, I pay my respects."

  After bowing slightly, he lifted his head and waited intently for the girl to turn around.

  The girl turned back after all.

  The girl turned around, and Ping Shi Qiulang, who had been rolling in the flower cluster for many years, was staring straight at her.

  The girl in front of him, beauty was secondary, what made his heart beat faster was that this girl, in addition to being beautiful, had an inexplicable coldness, a kind of icy indifference that ignored everything. Her black eyes stared at him without a ripple, her moist lips pursed lightly, and paired with the fiery red dress she wore, for a moment, Hiraishi Shichirō thought: I wonder if she would still be so cold and aloof when stripped naked and tossed around on the futon?

  He Pingqi, who loved to play thrilling and conquering games, suppressed the surging blood in his veins, looked at her again and thought: She seems to be a good girl from a good family, but as long as she is in Hankou, there is no woman I can't marry!

  This idea was even more convincing when he found that the silk fabric on her body had already become outdated.

  At this moment, Hirano Shirō felt an irrepressible excitement of having to win.

  Underneath this excitement, there was also a hint of puzzlement. The beauty in front of him seemed somewhat familiar?

  Ping Qiulang furrowed his brow, but at the same time, his eyes were still staring intently at the girl in front of him, and the smile on his face was warm and elegant.

  Gazing deeply at the girl, he delightedly saw that despite having conquered countless beauties with his eyes, she remained unruffled. In a hoarse voice tinged with warmth and sentimentality, Hira Rikichiro said, "I am honored to meet you, young lady."

  He bowed deeply to her after finishing speaking.

  Heihachi Nanase was being polite and courteous, but the girl standing in front of him still had a cold air about her despite her calm demeanor.

  She quietly stared at the handsome young man in front of her, after a long while, she hooked her lips: Indeed, he took the bait!

  This girl was Lu Xuan.

  ……

  Because of He Ping's seventh son, he was often mentioned by the people of the He family, such as He Yin, who had spoken ill of him behind his back. So, Lu Xuan still knew a lot about him. This time, she deliberately bought this piece of clothing in a pawnshop, which was not very good in quality and style, but its color was extremely bright, making her snow-white skin particularly dazzling. She wore it to stroll around the streets for two days, just waiting for him to come.

  As expected, Hirano Shirō's eyes burned with a boiling desire as he gazed into hers.

  Lu Xuan's dark and moist eyes quietly looked at himself, Ping Shi Qi Lang lowered his voice and continued to call out in a gentle and calm tone: "Miss?"

  Lu Xuan snapped back to reality, blinking her long eyelashes. Under the bright red lights, her pale face showed a hint of confusion.

  She gently opened her lips and carefully called out: "Are you, Seventh Brother?"

  What?

  Heiemon Taira was taken aback.

  In response to his puzzled gaze, Lu Xuan slightly curled her lips and smiled faintly before bowing to him and softly calling out: "Seventh Brother may not remember me, I'm your cousin Ah Yuan... Lu Xuan Ah Yuan..."

  What?

  It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over him from head to toe. Ping Shi Qi Lang looked at the lovely smiling woman in front of him, and his first thought was: Damn it! How could it be my cousin? And one who's already engaged and about to get married?!

  Hei-shi Qi-lao has been in Chengdu for the past two years. It's rare for him to return to Hanyang, and even if he does, it's always a hasty trip. He still doesn't know that Lu Yan has already called off the engagement.

  Heihachi Shichirō stared blankly at Ruo Yue, who had once again regained her cold and enchanting demeanor. As he gazed at the way her sleeves fluttered in the wind, Heihachi Shichirō, who was always used to getting his way, felt as if something was grasping at his heart, making it itch unbearably.

  If it weren't for her being engaged, having a female cousin would be quite interesting too.

  Thinking of this, Hirano Shichirō let out a quiet sigh.

  At this time, Lu Xuan was obviously annoyed by his piercing gaze. She hastily bowed to him and said coldly, "If Seventh Brother has nothing else to say, I'll take my leave." After speaking, she didn't exchange another word with him, turned around swiftly and walked away with extremely swift and decisive movements.

  Watching Lu Xuan leave, Ping Shi Qi Lang did not chase after him. He had always been a clever person and knew that chasing after him would be futile, so he wouldn't do such a foolish thing.

  At this moment, his sex drive, which was stirred up by the beauty, was about to erupt. His whole heart was pounding and couldn't calm down no matter what.

  Just then, a soft voice came from behind him, "Lang Jun, are you Ping Qi Lang?"

  Heir Taira no Shigemori turned to him, and his brow furrowed at the sight of the beggar standing before him in tattered robes. "I am Heir Taira no Shigemori."

  The little beggar smiled and handed over a note, pointing to the Drunken Moon Pavilion behind him and said: "It was a beautiful sister inside who asked me to give it to you, sir."

  What a beauty gave? Ping Shi Qi Lang's heart, which had just been struck, suddenly recovered. He lowered his head to look at the note in his hand, and saw that on the paper, in elegant and slender handwriting, was written a poem: "One day without seeing you is like three autumns... One day without seeing you is like three years... How could you be so heartless? After parting for a whole year, it's as if I've completely forgotten the red silk being turned upside down, and my soul being sold in the golden account?"

  This is erotic poetry! This is straightforward and undisguised erotic poetry.

  This poem has both longing and soul-stirring language, especially when I saw the last sentence, Ping Shilang's throat rolled several times, and he felt that his lower body had erected a tent.

  At this time, he completely forgot the warnings at home, picked up the note, smiled with narrowed eyes, and walked towards the newly opened Drunken Moon Pavilion in eight-character steps.