Chapter 4: The Dashing Young Man!

  "Is this how you repay kindness?"

  The knife stuck to the artery, not a single millimeter off, and on the seventh day of summer, her heart rate suddenly accelerated for no reason.

  This is the first time she truly felt the presence of death, and also the first time she saw a man with eyes as cold as a snake's gaze, yet possessing an aura that could charm the dead. The two contradictory qualities were born from each other, making people want to get closer to him even if they knew they would be pierced through the throat in the next instant, like moths flying into flames.

  Fortunately, she was a master who could lose her life but not her dignity.

  "Alright, I'll tell you! I am a descendant of the famous doctor Zhuge Kongliang, and people call me 'Little Zhuge'!"

  "Nonsense!" He took another step closer, the dark black brocade cloak swooping down like a dark cloud. At this moment, the north wind was strong, and the river wind was cold and severe, making his face look even more desolate than the remaining winter, each word piercing like an ice needle, "Are you courting death?"

  "Haven't you guys heard of Zhuge Kongliang? You're really too ignorant!"

  "Where is home?" He asked abruptly.

  Early summer seventh recalling the previous villagers' gossip, after all, searched for a keyword.

  "Cough! I'm just a local girl from Kanyon Village."

  "Who is your master?"

  "Home... transmission!"

  "Which prefecture and county does Niangniang Village belong to?"

  “……”

  Hmph! Does this Great Cold Mountain belong to wolves? Can even the interrogators interrogate with a momentum that strips skin and extracts tendons?

  Can she say that she was raised in a boudoir since childhood and doesn't understand national affairs?

  "Ah! As expected, one lie requires a hundred more to cover it up. With a hint of disdain for her own inferior transmigration conditions, she suddenly lifted the corner of her lips into a smile, took hesitant steps closer to him, and gently pressed down on the sword hilt resting against his neck."

  "Sir, isn't your attitude towards the person who saved your life a bit too much?"

  She bit the words "savior" heavily, sticking to him closer and closer, stopping only when their clothes were rubbing against each other. She put on a low posture and said it with sincerity and innocence.

  "You're hiding something that you don't want others to know, aren't you? I get it. You want to kill me just to shut me up, right? Don't worry, my biggest advantage is that my mouth is stitched... If you're still worried, I'll make a poisonous oath! If I say another word about this, may heaven punish me by making me marry late..."

  As she spoke, her hand inadvertently brushed against his waist.

  The next moment, she was already airborne, and that bastard had swung her onto the reeds again.

  "You little girl, don't know how to behave!" His eyes shone with a cold light that was intimidating!

  On the seventh day of summer, she hadn't even had time to get up when that guy snorted and brushed off his robe, not looking at her again. He walked over to the big black horse with shiny fur, jumped onto the saddle, and was about to gallop away.

  "Hey, stop right there!" Xia Chuqi exclaimed, propping herself up.

  The man stood up straight away, two beams of light shot out like sharp blades.

  "Are you not going to kill me?" She lightly kicked the reeds, stepped forward and pinched his horse's reins, opened her palms, and a smile once again spread across her face. "I'm treating your wounds with such effort, aren't I entitled to some medical expenses?"

  "Whose wound did you heal?"

  A chilly gaze, freezing her all over, "Isn't it you?"

  He seemed to murmur a "hmm" and asked, "Am I injured?"

  This this...

  Thinking of the poisonous oath she had just made, Xia Chuyi's smile stiffened.

  Mustn't say! Absolutely mustn't say it out loud...

  "But..." His expressionless face suddenly relaxed, "I should thank you properly."

  Xia Chunzi's eyes lit up, has this guy finally found his conscience?

  How much silver should he ask for? Also, it's not clear which dynasty is now, roughly how much silver will be enough for her to live a life of lavish spending like a wealthy local tyrant? Or should he simply take him and his money together, which would be more fair and reasonable?

  The beautiful dream had not yet awakened, when a faint scent of grass and Chinese medicine suddenly drilled into his nostrils, and the cold face that came down from the horse brought an oppressive force, like dark clouds covering the top.

  "I can hear your accent, you're not from our dynasty. You sound like one of the Northern Di spies that the imperial court is currently searching for."

  Xia's eyes widened on the seventh day of summer.

  "Unfair! Is there anyone as beautiful as me?"

  He swept his gaze over her face, a flicker of strange light flashing in his eyes, but the paralyzed handsome face still maintained its standard cold and icy wolf-like image, speaking in a tone that was both cold and harsh.

  "In these chaotic times, severe punishment is used. As long as there's suspicion, all are imprisoned without trial! Moreover, reporting even the slightest offense to the authorities will be rewarded with at least 100 taels of silver. Now that I've spared you, how should I calculate this?"

  My scalp is numb with rage, Xia Qi's hatred gnashes her teeth.

  "Oh? Look at you, sir. Doesn't this mean I owe you a hundred taels now?"

  She just made a sarcastic comment, but didn't expect him to take it literally and climb up.

  "Never mind! Just a hundred taels..."

  Ah! Xia Qiqi couldn't help but feel a little unbelievable, yet he heard him say expressionlessly, "Just owe it!"

  The horse's neigh faded away, and by the time Xia Qiuli came back to her senses from the cruel reality on the seventh day of summer, the two riders had long since disappeared without a trace, leaving behind only the rustling of the reeds in the wind by the clear river.

  He's really cheap!

  This son of a bitch doesn't even care about reason, is he still human?

  At the beginning of summer, Qi really didn't understand why that bastard was dressed so high-end and elegant, looked so noble and handsome, but turned out to be a stingy iron rooster. She hated him to death, but thinking again, losing money was much better than losing her life.

  Besides...

  "La la la la......"

  She raised her lips in a smile, complacently fell back on the reeds, and held up her left hand high.

  A small golden tiger, vivid and lifelike in her palm, shining with a dazzling light.

  "Hum! Am I such an easy person to bully?"

  This little thing was taken by her when she was being ambiguous with Da Bing Shan just now, and it's considered as his filial piety to himself.

  It should be worth quite a bit of money, right?

  Shu Tan's careless play in the palm of his hand, Xia Qi thought that with money as a backing, this unfamiliar world suddenly became much more wonderful. The only regret was that if she had known earlier, she should have prepared some useful things before crossing over, and then she could have opened her golden fingers to bully the ancients here unscrupulously...

  "Gulu——"

  Her stomach's impolite rumblings shattered her fantasy of dominating the world, forcing her to consider real-life problems. She carefully placed the small golden tiger in her bosom and then gingerly pulled out a peach-wood carved flower mirror from her sleeve, preparing to take a close look at just how much capital her appearance was worth in this chaotic world.

  Yes, about 15 or 16 years old. Not bad, made some money!

  Her facial features are delicate and pretty. She's okay, barely passing!

  Yeah, it's calmed down a bit in front of her chest, but fortunately she's still young and has plenty of time to develop into a stormy sea.

  Her skin was rough and dull from years of hard labor, and her poor living conditions had left her pale and thin. But that didn't matter much to her; she had ways to make the most of this little face...

  She pulled up her bangs with a reed in her mouth.

  "My goodness!"

  She stared at the mirror in horror and let out a blood-curdling scream!

  On the left forehead under Liu Hai's cover, there is a thing like modern tattoo - a needle pierced and inked with the word "cheap", which not only destroys the beauty of the whole face, but also directly labels her as "short, poor and ugly".

  She vaguely remembered that the tattoo on her face was called "moxibustion punishment", which was generally used to punish great evils, and wondered how a young village girl like Xia Cao could receive such a punishment.

  Damn it, how ugly!

  She has lost all hope of a good marriage, what else is there for her to enjoy in life?

  Especially thinking that not long ago, she was still putting on a dead face to electrocute that man, pretending to be flirtatious and teasing him with words, she couldn't help but feel her stomach churning, wailing and covering her face as she rolled into the reeds.

  "Look! The clan head has found her! She's over there, Xia Jia's daughter is over there..."