area51novel Chapter 52 Nan Feng: I have long admired the Master of Yuehua Pavilion.
Chapter 52 Nan Feng: I have long admired the Master of Yuehua Pavilion.
Chapter 52 Nan Feng: I have long admired the Master of Yuehua Pavilion.
"Since Your Majesty is in such a good mood, Yuehua will gladly offer her humble service."
Tang Yuehua slowly walked to the zither table and sat down, took a deep breath, and gently placed her slender fingers on the strings.
"Zheng"
The sound of the zither began, melodious and gentle, like the sound of a clear spring.
Nan Feng leaned back in his chair, casually picked up a piece of pastry and stuffed it into his mouth, eating while watching Tang Yuehua with great interest.
It must be said that this woman's temperament is truly exceptional. That kind of dignified, elegant, and graceful charm is something that a decisive and ruthless strong woman like Bibi Dong lacks.
Tang Yuehua played the zither while her mind was in turmoil.
What exactly is Bibi Dong here for?
Has the Haotian Sect's plan to evacuate been exposed?
impossible!
The secret clan territory of Heaven Dou City was the last escape route left behind by the sect hundreds of years ago, known only to a very few core direct descendants, including her. Moreover, it had never been used in the past few decades, so how could it have been leaked?
But: If not for this, why would the Pope, at this crucial moment, abandon his army and sneak into Tiandou City alone?
Was she here to arrest me?
The more I think about it, the more confused and anxious I become.
Just as Tang Yuehua was lost in thought, the force in her fingertips went out of control, and a piercing cracking sound rang out.
The string snapped, and the sharp thread cut her fair fingertip, drawing a drop of bright red blood.
The music stopped abruptly.
"Ah—" Tang Yuehua exclaimed softly, instinctively trying to pull her hand back.
However, before she could even make a move...
A purple figure instantly closed in.
Nan Feng grabbed her injured hand.
"Your Majesty?!"
Tang Yuehua was startled and tried to struggle, but found that her wrist was as if it were being clamped by iron clamps and she could not move at all.
Then, to Tang Yuehua's astonishment...
Nan Feng slowly lowered his head, brought it close to the bleeding finger, stuck out his tongue, and gently licked the bead of blood.
Moist and warm.
"Um----"
Nan Feng narrowed his eyes and let out a satisfied sigh: "Sweet."
"!!!"
Tang Yuehua froze, her mind going completely blank.
Is this... is this still the same majestic and domineering pope?
That's a total lecher!
Meanwhile, in the Sea of Spirit, Bibi Dong was even more furious.
"Nanfeng!! Are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"
"You're a pervert!!"
"Let her go!!"
"Stay calm, stay calm."
Nan Feng calmly replied in his mind, "This is called winning hearts and minds. Don't you know what psychological warfare is?"
"She's very easily frightened right now. The more unpredictable and eccentric I am, the faster her defenses will crumble."
"This is foreplay, be good, don't mess around."
in reality.
Tang Yuehua finally came to her senses, filled with shame and indignation, and desperately tried to pull her hand back: "Your Majesty! Please have some self-respect!!"
But her strength was no different from that of an infant in front of a level 97 Title Douluo.
"take it easy."
Nan Feng didn't let go; instead, he gently stroked her delicate hand, his eyes revealing a chilling tenderness: "I simply—can't bear to see a beauty injured."
Tang Yuehua felt goosebumps all over her body. The strange feeling and fear in her heart were intertwined, and she almost collapsed.
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
Tang Yuehua took a deep breath and asked in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want to do here?!"
"If your aim was to humiliate Yuehua, you've already succeeded! If your aim was to kill me, there was no need for such torture!"
"well----"
Nan Feng sighed softly, finally letting go of his hand, and sat back down in his chair, looking regretful.
"Lady Yue has misunderstood."
"I have truly admired Master Yuehua for a long time."
"Perfect timing, I'll take this opportunity to come and have a look."
Nan Feng looked at Tang Yuehua, his eyes becoming deep and filled with pity: "After all, in a while, the elegant, composed, and aloof Master Yuexuan will probably cease to exist."
Tang Yuehua's heart sank, and she asked warily, "What do you mean by that, Your Majesty?"
"The meaning is very simple."
Nan Feng toyed with the jade cup in his hand and said calmly, "The Haotian Sect is about to disappear from this world. What will become of you, the representative who relies on the Haotian Sect and its prestige to gain a foothold in Tiandou City?"
"Moon Pavilion appears prosperous and is highly sought after."
"But in reality, this is nothing more than a castle in the air built on the foundation of the Haotian Sect's immense strength."
"Those nobles respect you because you have the number one sect in the world behind you, and your two older brothers, the Twin Stars of Haotian."
"But what about now?"
"Tang Hao has been expelled, and Tang Xiao has sealed himself away. The great tree of the Haotian Sect has fallen."
"When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter."
"Without the protection of the Haotian Sect, do you think Yuexuan can still stand firm?"
"At that time, will those nobles who were once so respectful to you, those hungry wolves who coveted your beauty and the wealth of Yuexuan, still be as polite as they are now?"
"At that time—"
Nan Feng pointed to the ancient zither with its broken string: "Madam Yue, can you still play the zither so leisurely as before?"
Tang Yuehua's face turned deathly pale, and her body trembled slightly.
"This—no need for Your Majesty to trouble yourself."
Tang Yuehua gritted her teeth, clinging to her last shred of dignity, "Even if the Haotian Sect closes its gates, we have our own ways of surviving. Yuexuan never gets involved in martial arts disputes; we only talk about etiquette and romance. I believe—"
"Do you believe it?"
Nan Feng chuckled, interrupting her, "What do you believe? Do you believe the Heavenly Dou Royal Family will protect you? Or do you believe the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will stand up for you?"
"Don't be naive, Yuehua."
Nan Feng stood up and approached Tang Yuehua step by step, that terrifying sense of oppression descending once more: "Do you really think your clansmen can safely retreat into Tiandou City?"
"Do you really think that so-called backup territory can be hidden?"
These words struck like a thunderbolt, shattering Tang Yuehua's last psychological defenses.
"How—how did you know?!"
Tang Yuehua looked at Bibi Dong in horror, her eyes filled with disbelief.
Backup territory!
Evacuation plan!
How could she have known?!
"Shh"
Nan Feng extended a finger and gently placed it against his lips, making a shushing gesture.
"I not only know."
"I also know that they should be almost at Heaven Dou City by now, right?"
"You're saying, what if, just when they think they're finally safe, an elite army from the Spirit Hall is waiting for them—"
Nan Feng leaned close to Tang Yuehua's ear and whispered like a devil: "Those old, weak, women, and children, and those young kids—"
"What will be the outcome?"
'
Inside the private room, the air seemed to freeze.
Tang Yuehua stared intently at "Bibi Dong," who was strolling around the room as if she were visiting her own backyard.
She forced herself to calm down, digging her nails deep into her palms, using the pain to stay awake.
"She's bluffing me! She absolutely doesn't know the location of the backup clan territory! That's the sect's top secret for hundreds of years; there's no way this woman could know!"
"As long as I don't cause trouble, she won't get anything!"
Tang Yuehua picked up her teacup, using the act of drinking tea to conceal the turmoil in her heart, but her eyes followed Bibi Dong's figure.
However, Nan Feng's reaction was completely unexpected.
He didn't press or pressure him further. Instead, he walked to a pot of orchids, gently fiddling with the leaves, his face full of admiration.
"These orchids are well-cultivated; it seems Lady Yue is a person who cherishes flowers."
Nan Feng turned around, casually picked up a painting from the wall, examined it for a moment, and suddenly blurted out, "How about we move Yuexuan to Wuhun City?"
"puff-"
Tang Yuehua nearly spat out the mouthful of tea she had just taken a sip of. She stared at Nan Feng in disbelief, completely unable to follow this woman's train of thought.
"Your Majesty—what did you say?"
"I'm serious."
Nan Feng put down the calligraphy and painting, turned to look at Tang Yuehua, his eyes so sincere it was unsettling: "Look, this Yuexuan is decorated so elegantly, and Madam Yue, you are so stunningly beautiful. It would be such a pity if it were to disappear like this."
"I cherish talent the most, and I also have a deep affection for women."
Nan Feng walked step by step to Tang Yuehua, bent down, put his hands on the armrests of the chair, and encircled Tang Yuehua in the chair, so close that they could even feel each other's breath.
"You used to have the Clear Sky Sect as your backer, which is why you could wield so much influence in Heaven Dou City."
"In the future, when the Haotian Sect is gone, you can find a stronger backer."
"For example—myself?"
Nan Feng smiled slightly, his eyes warm and ambiguous: "With me, the Pope, backing you up, you can still be the high and mighty Master Yuexuan in Wuhun City, and you can still do what you like, such as teaching etiquette, playing the zither, and arranging flowers."
All I need is for him to play the piano for me occasionally, have tea with me, and chat.
"how?"
Tang Yuehua felt her face burning, both from the almost teasing gesture and from the humiliation of being treated like a plaything.
"Thank you for your kind consideration, Your Majesty."
Tang Yuehua turned her head away, avoiding those purple eyes that seemed to see right through people, and said in a cold voice, "Yuehua is used to the environment of Heaven Dou City. Although Spirit City is good, it may not be suitable for me. There's no need for Your Majesty to trouble yourself."
"Tsk, such a clean rejection?"
Nan Feng wasn't angry. He straightened up, sat back down in the chair opposite him, crossed his legs, and looked completely indifferent.
"Too."
"After all, even if I wipe out the Clear Sky Sect, you still have a good second brother who is missing—Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao."
Tang Yuehua's eyes trembled slightly at the mention of Tang Hao.
"Tang Hao is a ruthless person."
Nan Feng exclaimed, "He dared to kill even the Pope, and even managed to severely injure three Title Douluos from the Spirit Hall before escaping unscathed. With such achievements, who in the world would dare to disagree?"
"With such a notorious older brother around, even if the Haotian Sect is destroyed, even if he is expelled from the sect."
"As long as he is alive, the nobles of Tiandou City probably won't dare to really do anything to you."
Even if people no longer fawn over you like before, they would never dare to offend you, the younger sister of the God of Slaughter.
"Right?"
Tang Yuehua pursed her lips and remained silent. But this was indeed her last bit of confidence. As long as her second brother was alive, he was a deterrent.
"but----"
Nan Feng changed the subject, his eyes becoming meaningful: "What if Tang Hao—is also gone?"
Fortune