After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

With Wen Yu watching, Jingniang won't be able to make any waves in the short term.

Su Yunting finally waited for the day off at Baichuan Academy, and he decided to go to the martial arts arena in Nanshan, outside Beijing, to take a look.

I haven't been there for a long time. I wonder if the arena is deserted or not. Are those martial arts masters still competing on the arena?

The galloping carriage showed Su Yunting's anxious mood.

Su Yunting stuck his head out from time to time and looked around. Why hadn't he arrived yet?

Suddenly, not far from the city gate, a girl in leggings and a corset was seen wielding a long sword, fighting one against four people and not being at a disadvantage at all.

He is so heroic and agile!

Su Yunting's eyes widened as he watched the scene eagerly.

The heroine swept her leg across, like autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves, and kicked the four enemies away one by one, then swung her sword in a flower pattern, which was particularly handsome.

Four men in black fled.

The female warrior then turned around and raised her eyebrows at Su Yunting: "Have you seen enough? Or do you want to try it too?"

As bright as the sun, it does not have the delicate air of a Kyoto noblewoman, but instead exudes the vitality of wild flowers and plants.

Su Yunting's eyes were wide open, and he hesitated in the carriage for a long time, not daring to get off.

The heroine had a magnanimous demeanor, but the villain in her heart was jumping for joy.

Haha, he's just a young boy, isn't he going to fall under my skirt?

"May I ask your name, lady?" Su Yunting clasped his hands together, his eyes shining like stars.

"No need to call me Huang, you can just call me Madam Huang." Madam Huang's lips curled up slightly.

How can I tell you my full name when we first meet? I have to maintain my masterly demeanor!

"I have something to say, but I dare not, for fear of offending Lady Huang."

Su Yunting hesitated, but his eyes revealed hope.

The corners of Huang Niangzi's mouth widened wider and wider, and her heart was filled with joy. Who said that Su Erlang was the smartest person?

Isn't it going to be easily defeated by me?

"As a child of Jianghu, we are not fussy about trivial matters. You can speak freely."

Su Yunting: "Then I won't be polite. How much money did the person who hired you to use the beauty trap promise you? I will pay you double! You only need to sell your art, not your body!"

Huang Niangzi's smile froze on her face, as if she couldn't believe her ears: "What did you say?"

Su Yunting was very distressed: "Is double not enough? My mother has been controlling my money recently, so I can't give you more. What's more, with your skills, you are only at the middle level in the competition. If I give you too much, it will easily cause dissatisfaction among other masters."

Huang Niangzi couldn't hold back her smile anymore. What does middle class mean?!

Others can question your charm, but they can never question your strength!

"Oh! All right, let me see what a master looks like!"

Su Yunting smiled so well that his eyes curved. The more such beauty traps there were, the better. He could accept them all.

At the same time, Jiang Guanghai, on his way home, met the flower girl he ordered when he first visited the brothel.

"Mr. Jiang, long time no see. Under the moon and flowers, with such a beautiful view, why don't we recite poems again to continue what we left unfinished last time?"

The flower girl that Jiang Guanghai ordered is named Shi Su He, and she is a well-known talent in the Kyoto flower girl circle.

Jiang Guanghai was tempted, but he thought about the last time he was threatened by Li Shaoyan because of the incident with Zi Suhe, and how he was beaten up by his father after the incident.

In a flash, Jiang Guanghai got inspiration from Jingniang's story and invited Zi Suhe to a gathering at Fuquan Teahouse.

"The sound of wind, rain, and reading, all are pleasant to the ear. Has Mr. Jiang thought of the second half of this couplet?"

Shi Suhe's posture is elegant, and the movement of making tea is like flowing water. With every pinch, touch and stroke, a landscape painting appears on the tea foam.

Jiang Guanghai had no idea at first, but perhaps after studying with Old Man Cui for a few days, his mood was completely different and he blurted out the answer.

"Family affairs, national affairs, world affairs, everything matters to me!"

The tea drinkers applauded and said, "Well said! Great idea!"

"As expected of someone who was taught at Baichuan Academy! With Lord Cui and the wife of Marquis Yongchang here, there's no way it can go wrong!"

Jiang Guanghai clasped his fists and thanked everyone.

Zi Suhe's eyes froze for a moment, then he smiled with relief: "Mr. Jiang is a man of great righteousness, indeed he is not the Amon of the past!"

Although Jiang Guanghai did nothing that day and only talked to himself about poetry and songs for the whole night, his demeanor and broad-mindedness were very different from what he is today.

Only at this moment did he have the ambition that a talented man in Kyoto should have!

This Baichuan Academy is indeed magical if there are immortals there!

After saying this, Zi Suhe stood up and left.

The streets are brightly lit and bustling with people.

Zi Suhe's maid moved sideways to block the crowd so as not to bump into her wife, and said with a worried look on her face: "Madam, you haven't done what the master ordered."

The light shone on Zi Suhe's face, making her look even more charming.

She chuckled and shook her head, "It's done."

It seemed that all the women in Kyoto walked out of their homes on this day to look for their goals.

After leaving Fuquan Teahouse, Yan Fusong's face became completely gloomy. Not only did he look grief-stricken, but he also looked extremely cold, and seemed to carry a hint of humiliation.

"Ah! Help!"

The woman's screams were particularly shrill on the way to the outskirts of Beijing.

Yan Fusong responded and looked, only to see a carriage speeding along the path.

The leading horse seemed to be frightened and ran in a panic, leaving a double shadow on all four hooves.

"My dear, help me!" The woman's panicked voice sounded so pitiful.

Yan Fu and Matsumoto didn't want to pay attention. Beauty is good, but you have to have a life to enjoy it.

If hit by this carriage, the worst case scenario is that you lose your life, or at least break your arms and legs, which will affect your future.

But under the moonlight, the woman stretched out her beautiful face, her face seemed to be about to cry, and she was breathtakingly beautiful.

What made Yan Fusong even more excited was the inconspicuous family crest on the side of the carriage, which was as low-key as the family it represented.

"Girl, jump down! I'll catch you!" Yan Fusong didn't dare to stop the mad horse, but he could still try to catch a young lady!

"But I'm scared!" The girl's pretty face turned pale with fear, and tears hung on her eyelashes, about to fall, looking so pitiful.

"Girl, trust me!"

Under the bright moonlight, Yan Fusong's gaze was firm and powerful.

The girl mustered up her courage, jumped, and was held tightly in Yan Fusong's arms.

Yan Fusong used the force to roll over a few times to relieve the impact.

When the two stopped rolling, they found that there was a grassy area around them.

The little grass that has just poked its head out shows off its greenness tenderly and shyly under the moonlight.

"My dear, I can never repay you for saving my life." The girl's breath was as sweet as orchid, her cheeks were rosy, her eyes were watery, and her rosy lips were inviting to be pecked.

She stretched out her arms and hugged Yan Fusong's neck. Her voice was as light as a goose feather, tickling Yan Fusong's heart: "The only way is to pledge my love to you."

Yan Fusong thought about the huge difference in their family backgrounds and couldn't help but lower his head to absorb the sweetness.