vstars Chapter 304 sequel
Chapter 304 sequel
Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue had questions in their hearts, but dared not ask too many. They could only greet the two mistresses as usual.
The two were of one mind, their words mumbled as if they had a stone in their mouths, and they didn't add words like "big" or "second" before "teacher's wife".
They've finally seen things clearly.
The two mistresses didn't get along.
Forget about sisterly affection; we're practically mortal enemies.
The two had no doubt that if their master hadn't intervened, the two mistresses might have already decided on their seniority and even decided who was superior and who would die.
Furthermore, the bruises around the master's eyes and the bloodstains on his nose were very likely caused by the accidental injury from his two mistresses.
It's not terrible if the master's wife and his wife don't get along.
What's terrifying is that these two mistresses are much stronger than their master, the kind who can be easily suppressed.
If the master can't stand up for himself, then it naturally becomes much more difficult for his apprentices and grand-apprentices.
Yang Silang sighed inwardly as he watched the two women avoid his gaze.
He knew that if the cat and the fox fought, it would be his sheep who would get hurt!
Just now, inside the house, I was advising the two of them not to fight, and that if they were going to fight, they should go somewhere else.
I might have been a bit too blunt or harsh in my speech.
I really don't want my own courtyard to become a ruin like the palace next door.
Now that the provincial capital is under siege, countless people are rushing in to escape the war. How tight must the accommodation be?
But because he said something like "If you want to fight, go outside and fight, don't destroy the house," he was attacked by the two women at the same time, each using their magic to form a giant palm.
Not only that, the two women also removed the magical artifacts guarding him, as if by prior agreement.
When they reach the True Realm, they can use magic to generate Yang from Yin.
Two enormous hands, each the size of a millstone, formed purely from magical power, appeared as massive, fleshy palms, attacking from the left and right.
Yang Silang felt as if he were being squeezed by two powerful forces.
Even the iron bones of those undergoing ascetic training began to groan.
Fortunately, the two women were careful with their strength; they used nine-tenths of their force in their palms to target the other man, but only one or two-tenths of their strength actually landed on him.
Otherwise, Yang Silang would suspect that he had already turned into a pile of minced meat.
He narrowly escaped a life-or-death crisis, but he couldn't avoid two punches to the face.
These two women were really ruthless; they beat themselves black and blue in no time.
Yang Silang immediately and wisely found a corner to hide in and took out a large iron shield from the grid to protect himself.
Outside the iron shield, magical power roared and strong winds blew.
The two women fought fiercely until their formations were on the verge of collapse, and when they realized that if they continued fighting, they would really tear down the house, before they finally stopped.
Moreover, both women were quite stubborn.
"Hmph, you've just recovered from serious injuries, it would be dishonorable for me to fight you." Mo Xinlian proudly raised her head.
"This room is too small, which limits your speed and escape techniques. We'll find a more spacious place another day, and I'll beat you until you're completely convinced of your superiority," Hu Jiaoniang sneered repeatedly.
Behind the iron shield, Yang Silang peeked out from behind the shield after hearing that the two women had stopped fighting.
at this time.
The iron shield in his hand became incredibly light, as the surge of spiritual energy scraped off layers of iron filings, making it as thin as a sheet of paper.
Looking at the ground, what was originally paved with square bricks has now been completely reduced to dust.
Fortunately, the roof beams were within the protective range of the array, otherwise the house would have collapsed long ago.
At this moment, Fu and Xiao were waiting outside to pay their respects.
Then look at these two. They started acting as soon as they woke up, wearing only their undergarments. Their ferocious strength shredded everything in the room, including the bed, cabinets, tables, and chairs, into pieces.
Hu Jiaoniang took out clothes from her storage ring to change.
Mo Xinlian rolled her eyes mischievously, then ran up to Yang Silang, reached out and touched his bruised eyes, showing concern and affection.
Yang Silang was furious—Stop pretending! You're the one who hit my left eye socket, and you hit me harder than Hu Jiaoniang did!
"Husband," Mo Xinlian said in a coquettish voice, pretending to be petite and weak, "Look at her, she's so fierce. She destroyed the wardrobe in the house, and I don't even have a dress to change into."
"How can I go out and meet people?"
"But we're family, so take out one of your robes. I won't mind, I can wear it."
She was showing off their close relationship.
Mo Xinlian deliberately glanced at Hu Jiaoniang, her meaning crystal clear—I can wear my husband's clothes, and everyone in the courtyard will naturally know who is older and who is younger.
Hu Jiaoniang's decision to become a teacher's wife was somewhat impulsive. Initially, it was to intercept the gift that Yang Silang was giving to Mo Xinlian. If Fu Hongying hadn't apologized, she wouldn't have become this teacher's wife.
But how could he admit defeat in front of Mo Xinlian?
Out of spite, she also demanded a robe belonging to Yang Silang and wore it.
And so the three of them appeared before the crowd.
During the day.
Sister Yang and Fifth Sister had met the two "sisters-in-law" and "brothers-in-law," and even Aunt Wang and Sister Wang wanted to see what kind of woman Yang Silang, such a promising man, had married.
The people were first surprised by the appearance of the two men, and then the two masters naturally revealed their aura of power.
The women exchanged only a few polite words before making excuses and leaving the living room before they had even had a chance to sit down properly.
They went back to their rooms and whispered to each other.
Aunt Wang said to the girl.
"Look at this, what kind of gourd contains what kind of medicine, fish go to fish, shrimp go to shrimp, and turtles only go to big turtles."
"I felt scared just by the way those two ladies from the Yang family looked at me. He really did find someone extraordinary."
Wang Xiaomei shook her head.
"Those two ladies are so beautiful and dignified, like celestial maidens untouched by human touch."
"My sister-in-law is still the best."
Inside Sister Yang's house.
The eldest sister held Yang Wumei's hand and wept.
"How will your fourth brother live from now on?"
"Look at the dark circles under his eyes, it must be hurting so much..."
"I wonder if these two ladies would allow him to take a concubine?"
"They don't seem like they're living a peaceful life."
In the living room.
The two women sat on two armchairs, one on each side, with Yang Silang sandwiched between them.
However, the small, armless chair he sat on revealed his true status, which was still somewhat lacking.
Yang Silang coughed.
He asked Wang Daniu to go out and buy some bedroom furniture such as beds, chairs, tables, mirrors, and display shelves. He also asked him to hire a few craftsmen and buy some tile mortar, floor tiles, drip edges, hooks, tung oil putty, etc.
"I have mastered the skill," Yang Silang said solemnly, gently rubbing his eyes. "Yesterday, when my true energy was released, I accidentally destroyed everything in the house, including the floor tiles."
"Let them renovate and tidy it up."
Yang Silang then instructed Shu Miaosheng to take the materials, along with a trowel, tile cutter, and tile hook, and go to Princess Yue'an's residence in the blessed land to repair the roof.
Shu Miaosheng, with a worried expression, accepted the order.
He dared not say that he couldn't.
The problem site is a secret of the Yang family, and it's impossible to find a few craftsmen on the street to do this work.
He could only agree, but said it would take a few more days.
Shu Miaosheng planned to sneak out and see how other people's bricklayers worked, intending to learn on the spot.
Fortunately, he has benefited a lot from following Yang Silang over the past few years, especially from absorbing the spiritual energy of the blessed land every six months without fail, and now his soul has reached the realm of controlling objects and condensing the body.
He can wander around outside during the day without fear of sunlight, but the fact that he casts no shadow in the sunlight is a weakness, so he usually goes out on cloudy days.
He then asked Fu Hongying and Xiao Yue to buy some women's clothing and cosmetics for the bedroom. One of them was a young lady from a powerful family, and the other grew up in a wealthy and influential household.
His aesthetic sense is far above average, which will surely satisfy both ladies.
After the group finished making arrangements.
Yang Silang and the two women stared at each other, suddenly speechless.
Mo Xinlian spoke first.
"My lord," she raised an eyebrow, "I'm in charge of a group of Mo family members migrating south, so I came here to see you."
"We originally agreed to stay one night and then leave, but we ended up staying another night."
"I am leaving today."
"By the way," Mo Xinlian said with an extremely serious expression, "the Mo family sent us the latest news last night."
"The Ming army has entered the capital and captured all of Emperor Yongchang's children and grandchildren."
"In addition, the Taiping Emperor, who was made a scapegoat, was also captured alive."
"Emperor Yongchang fled with his elite troops and trusted confidants, leaving even the puppet emperor behind in the capital."
"Among the four great families, the first three families of the Wei and Jin dynasties, including the Xie and Mo families, have opened the city gates and surrendered to the Ming king."
"The Mohists also surrendered, but they didn't open the city gates to betray their former master, and that's all."
"The Shun Dynasty, strictly speaking, is now extinct."
"I must leave immediately."
Mo Xinlian said that the change of dynasties has a great impact.
No one knows whether the wise king can secure his throne.
Although the Mo family surrendered, it was not a complete surrender. They still sent Mo Xinlian to Nanling Province to prepare an escape route.
After all, if the Ming King were to secure his throne...
The resources of the capital were not even enough for the families that followed him the earliest, so how could the four great families of the Shun Dynasty, Wei and Jin, have a share?
The Mohists need to consider relocating.
If a wise ruler cannot secure his throne.
The capital is still in chaos.
As a prominent family, it is even more important not to put all your eggs in one basket, and to disperse your direct and indirect descendants to various places.
When Hu Jiaoniang heard that the Shun Dynasty had fallen, a glint of light flashed in her eyes, her emotions clearly evident.
She had spent so many years in the palace, and in the blink of an eye, everything had changed. The palace and the country had changed hands. How could she not feel emotional?
Yang Silang also let out a long sigh.
If that's the case, wouldn't I become the last military scholar to pass the imperial examination in the Shun Dynasty?
Mo Xinlian, the cat demon, is a woman of action; she can leave at a moment's notice, and she stood up to leave.
"Husband..." She touched Yang Silang's chest, "You must be careful not to fall for this fox demon's bewitching spell."
Hu Jiaoniang rolled her eyes, but thankfully she didn't say anything harsh.
That annoying, stupid cat Mo Xinlian is leaving. There couldn't be better news. From now on, she will be the only mistress in this mansion.
Yang Silang also told Mo Xinlian to be careful on the road.
Mo Xinlian didn't have the horse from the stable, so even if she rode it now, she couldn't leave the city.
She pulled out a shuttle-shaped magical artifact, threw it on the ground, and it transformed into a small boat with a spiral drill at the bow.
Mo Xinlian sat on a chair in the boat, activated her magic power, and the drill bit emitted a blue light. It suddenly drilled into the ground, and in the blink of an eye, it broke open a large hole in the courtyard and then disappeared into the deep pit.
Yang Silang waited for half an incense stick before asking Hu Jiaoniang to make a move, and with one palm, she blasted down the bottomless pit that led to the outside of the city.
I just finished cleaning up the traces of Mo Xinlian's departure.
The door banged loudly.
"Is Brother Yang here?"
Yang Silang's ears twitched, somewhat surprised. The visitor was Yan Nanxing, the adopted son of General Hei, who was in charge of the personal guard battalion.
Why is he here?