Legend of Fu Yao Volume 1 Chapter 19

Book 1: Winds Begin to Blow in Tai Yuan

Chapter 19 - Disrobing to Attack the Enemy

When Meng Fuyao ran away just a moment ago, Yuan Zhaoxu watched her lithe figure fly like a bird, vanis.h.i.+ng into the light yellow expanse of trees in the autumn mountains. He silently smiled, then with slow steps he walked towards the Grand Tutor's horse.

"Your horse carriage can slowly travel, go along with Qi Xunyi to Yanjing. I'll bring her and leave first, saves us from always being inside those people's vision radius, possibly creating some kind of trouble." [1]

The Grand Tutor squinted his old eyes and looked at Yuan Zhaoxu, his expression like he was regarding his own favorite son or nephew. Stroking his beard, he faintly smiled.

"Where are you going?"

"Also Yanjing. This time I borrowed your diplomatic mission to Tai Yuan to celebrate Tai Yuan Emperor's birthday, just to deal with Qi Xunyi. How could I miss this opportunity?"

"Ha ha ... as you please."

"Also from what I've heard, at this time's birthday ceremony, he ... has also come."

"Ah? Hasn't he always been under house arrest inside Nemesis Dynasty's capital? Nemesis' Emperor allowed him to leave?"

"A flood dragon trapped by limits, will only be for a time. Once there is a chance, it inevitably will soar up." Yuan Zhaoxu turned, thoughtfully looking towards the western horizon. His expression contained some antic.i.p.ation as well as some humor, seemingly even more radiant. "And the great winds that will sweep through the Five Regions and soar through the Four Seas, have already risen ..." -----------------

"Why did we separate from the main procession?" Meng Fuyao setup the fire pit and raised a fire with deft motions, then neatly skinned the hunted wild chicken with her dagger. "Also, why do I have to go with you?"

Yuan Zhaoxu was leaning against an old tree, comfortably lying down, while a spread of clean leaves was padded underneath his body. Master Yuanbao had its b.u.t.t sticking up, and was diligently pus.h.i.+ng and collecting fallen leaves, unceasingly trying to curry favor by piling up the leaves under its master.

The way it pushed was strange and despicable. It faced towards Yuan Zhaoxu, shoving leaves up to his body, while its fat stubby back legs kicked the torn and dilapidated leaves and dirt backwards. The person sitting behind it was Meng Fuyao.

At first, Meng Fuyao didn't want to keep squabbling with a petty pet. After consecutively eating several mouthfuls of dirt, however, she discovered that certain animals didn't know to stop before going too far, their courage too fat and their minds too skinny. Thus she tore off a strip of leg meat from the wild chicken, and took advantage of when Yuanbao was not paying attention to fiercely shove it in its mouth.

Consequently, that certain herbivorous animal immediately sprinted to the riverside to rinse out his mouth, and the side of the fire pit was finally clean.

Only now did Yuan Zhaoxu reply to her question.

"If you are willing to be watched by a couple wolves all day, you could choose to keep going slowly. Also, I don't recall that I ever wanted you to come with me, you chose to follow me yourself."

Meng Fuyao thought a bit, it seemed that it really was the case. She couldn't help but shamefacedly say, "Well its not like I can help it, there's only one road from the Profound Origin mountains leading to Yanjing after all."

Yuan Zhaoxu held back a smile while giving her a glance, deciding not to remind the person that was trying to fool herself, that there were actually other roads leading to Yanjing as well.

The tree branches in the fire pit burned with "pi pa" sounds, lighting up the two people's flushed red faces like they were drunk. A type of heated factor was transpiring in the air, making even the cold moonlight s.h.i.+ning from the distant trees seem a little warmer.

Opposite, that smiling man's long eyebrow slightly rose, his pupils and hair s.h.i.+ning black and wavy. A line of red lips burned redder than even the firelight, his features vivid like a painting, so beautiful that it entranced one's soul and caused them to harbor resentment that would last even in the underworld.

Meng Fuyao sat straight, harboring resentment that would last in the underworld. While staring downwards in embarra.s.sment, she wondered why extreme beauty always caused her heart to beat erratically.

Especially when that extreme beauty was always using his eyes full of interest to sweep up and down her body, time and time again.

After sitting for a time and feeling that the atmosphere was too oppressive to bear, she suddenly sprang up, saying, "I'm going to take a walk."

Yuan Zhaoxu raised his head to look at the dark night, then looked at the surrounding blackness of the forest. He really could not bear to remind her, that this going for a stroll excuse was a little funny.

Meng Fuyao, upset by his understanding gaze that was tinged with some humor, loudly said, "I'm going to sing."

This time, Zhaoxu lifted his eyebrow, his eyes full of disbelief. Meng Fuyao smugly laughed, then went to "sing".

Because she didn't want to "sing" too loudly and be heard by Yuan Zhaoxu, Fuyao walked a very far distance into the silent woods, before she finally found a place to squat down. Her pants were half-removed, when suddenly her hands paused.

The midnight forest was abnormally quiet. Besides some traces of wind meandering around, even the night's owls were mute. The noises of those normally soft chirping autumn insects, was now also nowhere to be heard.

From the branches above round moonlight scatteredly landed, outlining her long shadow onto the ground. That shadow was split into sections by the black outlines of the trees and rocks behind her, but it could still be made out with difficulty.

Meng Fuyao half-crouched, still maintaining that pants half-taken off position. Her fingers noiselessly s.h.i.+fted up little by little, attempting to pull up her pants, while the corners of her eyes slanted and examined her own shadow ... feet, hands, neck ... head, alright, there's the head, that semicircle protruding out of that rectangular boulder on the side, what was that?

Sweat formed on her palms, the moisture sticking on her pants. Fuyao's heart jumped tightly, then loosely, drumming in the silent night with "peng peng peng" sounds.

That was ... the top of a person's head.

With her fingers tightly gripping her pants, Meng Fuyao silently scolded herself, just why did she have to run out so far by herself. Behind that boulder was who knew how many people, most likely waiting for her to take off her pants before taking advantage of the opportunity to move.

Right now, taking off her pants was not possible. Right now, successfully pulling up her pants, would be determined by their reactions.

Fuyao half-squatted, her waist already sore.

That semicircle behind the boulder slightly moved, as if it was a getting a little impatient.

Meng Fuyao calculated the time then dejectedly realized that, according to this distance, if she chose to pull up her pants and fasten her pant strap, her two hands wouldn't be able to be used. She definitely wouldn't have time to deal with the opponent's attack.

With extreme nervousness brought extreme stillness. She faintly heard a distant brook gurgle, or maybe it was the soft splash of a bird's wingtip dipping into a pool.

In the black night Meng Fuyao's shadowy pupils darkly turned. All of a sudden, she hatefully grit her teeth.

Her eyes sharply glinted, the ominous resolve found in them not appearing in most other girls' att.i.tudes.

Wind swept through from the forest's direction, bringing with it a wavering of the shadows of the trees. The top of the head behind the boulder also wavered a little.

Meng Fuyao's hands suddenly loosened, letting go of the pant straps.

The pants immediately fell down, and at the same time her long robes fell down and covered her shame with a "shua" sound. Meng Fuyao executed a backwards somersault, flipping over the boulder like a large bird. Her flexible body was like a spring, in a flash arriving at the back of the large rock. With a kick of her two legs the pants fell off and landed directly on top of the two heads behind the boulder. The two people didn't expect Meng Fuyao to suddenly launch a counter-attack, so just when they jumped up their heads were smothered by thick pants. In the darkness they couldn't see clearly what it was, and one of them hurriedly reached out an arm to tear it off.

Before he could complete that motion, Fuyao had already appeared behind him like an evil ghost. Underneath baggy male robes long snow-white legs flashed, in an instant twisting onto the opponent's neck. With a revolution of her body, she fiercely wrenched in mid-air!

In the darkness, only a hair-raising crunch sound could be heard.

The person's skull immediately drooped bonelessly.

A streak of severity flashed through Fuyao's eyes. She didn't regret attacking with such ruthlessness, because in the instant when she had flipped over the boulder, she had caught a glimpse of a net soaked in poison held in their hands. That poison's color was a vague pink. In the past, when Meng Fuyao was forced by that old Daoist priest to undergo his grueling training, she had learned broad topics, and had uncommon strengths that most people would have difficulty learning. With one look she had already identified that thing as the "Weakening Fragrance Powder", spread throughout the Five Regions Continent and specifically designed for upper-cla.s.s n.o.bility to capture or deal with woman from good families.

Who knows how many respectable young girls had their innocence destroyed, and how many young people had their entire lives ruined, just because of that powder? Anybody who had this thing in their hands could only be described as heartless and obscene. After seeing this today, how could Meng Fuyao let them off easily?

The moment the other person saw that Meng Fuyao was actually willing to disrobe to attack her enemies, moving so decisively and ruthlessly, that in a flash his companion was already dead underneath a twist of her two legs, he cast aside those pants with great shock and turned his legs to flee. Before he could even manage to run a few steps, he heard a cold sneer from behind him.

"After seeing my thighs, you still think you can run away?"

1. The "your" that Yuan Zhaoxu uses to talk to the Grand Tutor is a respectful form of you, "您"