106 Feng Mo (2/2)
”Beauties… it… ohh..”
”Mother, I'm done!” Meng Fuyao threw her hands up upon clearing when the bile in her stomach. ”No chrysanthemum, only a life lost! Kill me if you want to, but I'm not going to---”
”Feng Mo is here.”
The refreshing yet graceful and gentle voice, carrying a slight thrill at the end, reminded listeners about a flower drifting along with the morning breeze or a shooting star grazing the star-filled night sky.
Meng Fuyao turned around abruptly and spotted a poised man, dressed in scarlet clothes, with jet black hair and skin brighter than snow. He also had a pair of long, slim legs, and a pair of starry eyes.
A rare beauty for sure!
Meng Fuyao's jaw dropped, and she wondered if he had come onto the wrong path.
”Careful, you're drooling,” Zong Yue warned coolly.
Snapping out of her reverie, Meng Fuyao rushed over and greeted, ”Beauty… Brother…”
Only upon greeting him did she notice that he wasn't young. Fine lines were hiding at the corner of his eyes, but they did not reveal his actual age. Instead, they gave him charisma usually present in older men. She stared at his red lips, gasping inwardly. 'Woah, a privilege only belonging to queens…'
As if in deep thought she stroked the little stubble attached on her chin.
'Could it be that she appreciates old ones?'
Zhangsun Wuji paused the game and looked up at Feng Mo, his brows gradually wrinkling up.
The man appeared easygoing, and before receiving an invitation, he walked himself in. Glancing about he smiled. ”Which Sir here needs serving?”
Meng Fuyao enthusiastically stepped forward. ”Let's chat, let's chat…”
The three men threw her a hard gaze, instantly causing her back to sweat. She bit her lips, unwilling to let the man go. 'No. It's a chance only entitled to queens, and it doesn't come often.' She could brag about it when she returned to the modern world.
Meng Fuyao tried hard to fight against their gaze and pulled Feng Mo away to have a chat. They talked about everything, and she soon realized that she wasn't able to catch up with him. He was actually extremely knowledgeable in diverse topics like history, old scriptures, medicine, astrology, zither, chess, calligraphy. The only topic he knew nothing of was martial arts. Other than that, conversation flowed well on his side.
She was enjoying her time a little too much. 'What a top grade candidate. So smart. Such a waste to be a 'trap[3]' in this world.' She studied him with glistening eyes, thinking about the possibility of becoming his pimp.
Zhangsun Wuji and Zong Yue had ended their chess session a long time ago, and they were listening quietly to their conversation from a corner indoors. Zhan Beiye slowly held onto his sword while not uttering a word.
Meng Fuyao glanced into the room and back out. The four outstanding men – noble, gentle and graceful, handsome, clean and easygoing – had her shocked for a moment, and she appeared to be lost in paradise.
She slowly turned quiet, reflecting on her tour in this world. Was her affinity with such eligible males fate or an evil plot?
Feng Mo was an interesting fellow, and upon noticing her change, he stopped and lifted his sleeves to raise the teapot on the table. ”It's fate that led to our meeting today. Let me offer you, four gentlemen, a toast.”
Meng Fuyao immediately downed her cup while Zhan Beiye snorted and finished his too. Zong Yue, on the other hand, apologized. ”I don't drink.”
Zhangsun Wuji raised his cup and approached Feng Mo with unhurried steps. ”You're an impressive man, Sir Feng Mo. I should be the one offering a toast to you since you have come here today.”
”I don't deserve it,” Feng Mo responded, lowering his gaze. ”I'm from a humble background and dare not pine for your praise.” At that, he extended his cup forward with both hands and bumped it against Zhangsun Wuji's. In that instant the latter's cup jolted, sending the colorless wine spilling out and onto the former's body.
”Oh my, how careless of me,” Zhangsun Wuji commented and quickly retrieved his handkerchief to wipe it off Feng Mo. However, Feng Mo dodged it and smiled. ”No worries. There's no need to trouble you. I'll go get changed. Farewell.” At that, he backed away politely.
Zhangsun Wuji placed his cup down, seemingly deep in thought.
”No skills?” Zong Yue questioned.
”Yeah. Maybe I'm overthinking this, but since when did a person like him appear in Huazhou? Rather strange,” Zhangsun Wuji answered only some time later.
Meng Fuyao laughed. ”You're a prince and not a spy, Your Highness. You're going to die from exhaustion if you're going to harp on the emergence of a new beauty in a brothel in a region under your jurisdiction.”
”A beauty is all you see,” Zhangsun Wuji replied, casting her a glance. ”You're always ignoring things you can see, instead of seeing them clearly.”
”It's late. I'm going back to rest. I'll send men to monitor here,” Zong Yue informed after looking up at the sky color.
”Oh my, it's noon time!” Meng Fuyao shouted all of a sudden, springing onto her feet and striding out. ”My business' ribbon cutting!”
[1] A pimp.
[2] Girls who enjoy yaoi (a genre in Japan that contains sexual and/or romantic relations between two men); literally translates to ”rotten girl”.
[3] Usually found within an anime/manga/ero doujin, this is when a male (usually a young teen) who is small and skinny dresses in women's clothes, creating a dangerously effective illusion in which they present themselves as female. This terrifyingly deception technique is the reason that they were given the name 'traps'.