How to Easily Capture a Long Aotian [Quick Transmigration] 28

Chapter 28: The Unwed Wife of the Favored Son of Heaven (Part 8)

Xie Yibai stood under the attic, holding his sword, and looked at the fragrant, red-silk-filled music house in front of him with a cold face.

On the left was the bustling market street, and on the right was the water, with singing and dancing pleasure boats.

A red building spanned the street and the water, with lights on day and night. It was the Xianyun Pavilion of Lingyang.

Lingyang was rich, romantic, and the art of music was prevalent. There were countless music houses, and countless hermits hid here, including Xie Yibai’s opportunity.

The opportunity was called Yao Niang. In the most prosperous Xianyun Pavilion in Lingyang, she had snow-white skin and peach-blossom cheeks, and was stunningly beautiful.

As the most outstanding musician in Lingyang, Yao Niang’s song was worth a thousand gold, but she was very casual. She only played for those who were destined to hear it.

As long as there was fate, regardless of status, regardless of wealth or poverty, regardless of scholars and beauties, regardless of merchants and peddlers, all could hear Yao Niang’s pipa sound.

It was said that Yao Niang had once traveled to Taihang and had rejected the son of a wealthy man who had come from afar, and had played a song “Worldly Blade” for a beggar with a broken leg on the street. Later, the beggar had entered the Dao with a blade and had become famous throughout the world.

A super buff on the path to godhood.

Therefore, when Yao Niang appeared, the music house was only quiet for a moment, and then it became chaotic.

Yu Lin raised his head slightly and met the gaze of the beautiful woman with a pipa in her arms and beautiful features in the attic. The woman smiled slightly and waved at them gently.

In the plot, when Xie Yibai was young, he had traveled through Jiangnan and had exchanged a sword light for a formation-breaking sound from Yao Niang.

The song was full of golden spears and iron horses, and it had swallowed thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and had saved Xie Yibai’s life in a desperate situation.

This was one of Xie Yibai’s few impressions of Lingyang, and it was also his opportunity. Yu Lin hesitated for a moment and did not refuse.

The crowd was pushing and shoving. Xie Yibai held his hand, afraid of losing him again. He simply held him in his arms and asked with his head down, “Did you get hit?”

Yu Lin lay on Xie Yibai’s shoulder, shook his head slightly, and hooked Xie Yibai’s little finger, pointing upstairs.

Xie Yibai raised his eyebrows and looked over, and then his face turned black, and he gently ground his teeth. He wanted to knock on his unwed wife’s forehead, but in the end, he pressed his lips together and still held him and walked to the other side.

It was nothing for a young man to go to a music house to listen to a song, but he was with his unwed wife. Xie Yibai thought for a moment, did not go through the main entrance, avoided the crowd, and slipped in through the back door.

The people in the pavilion seemed to have known this. There was an elegant pavilion window open at the back, and beautiful red silk hung down from above. The soft, lingering music came through the thin window paper, faint and indistinct.

In the elegant room, Yao Niang held a pipa in her arms, her hair in a bun and her face beautiful. Seeing them, she smiled slightly. “Little guests, please sit.”

Yu Lin sat down as he was told, looked around, and quietly picked up the cup on the table, and looked down at the slightly sweet fruit wine inside.

Xie Yibai raised his eyebrows slightly and did not sit down. Instead, he took a step forward, stood by Yu Lin’s side, held his sword, and glanced around, his eyes sharp and bright.

Seeing him like this, Yao Niang did not insist and let out a light laugh. “So be it.”

She plucked the pipa in her arms and played two or three notes that were barely a tune.

The room was silent, and no one spoke for a long time.

Yu Lin was a little dazed. His eyelashes lifted slightly, and he looked at the sharp-eyed Xie Yibai, and then at Yao Niang.

Yao Niang cultivated the way of the mortal world, and she traveled the world, seeing all kinds of people and playing all kinds of songs.

Xie Yibai had a destiny, and there was an opportunity between them. She should not have been unresponsive.

Sure enough, seeing Yu Lin look at her with a questioning gaze, the woman who was as beautiful as a peony held her pipa, let out a light sigh, and looked at Xie Yibai. “Little guest, I will play a song for you. Do you want it?”

Xie Yibai looked up at her, raised his eyebrows slightly, and without thinking, he shook his head and refused. “No.”

Yao Niang sighed. “As expected.”

Yu Lin looked at Xie Yibai with confusion, then at Yao Niang. He frowned for a moment, and the fruit wine in his hand was unknowingly finished.

Yao Niang plucked the strings lightly, turned her head, and saw the empty cup in his hand. Her gaze was stunned for a moment, then she looked away, and her expression gradually became strange.

His beloved was flirting with someone. Xie Yibai saw it and almost laughed out of anger. He suddenly coughed lightly, his face dark, but he forced himself to soften his voice and half-knelt.

He squatted in front of Yu Lin, reached out and wiped the wine from the corner of his lips, and asked helplessly, “Little young lady, have you had enough fun?”

Yu Lin was stunned for a moment, lowered his eyes to look at him, and did not understand the current situation. He looked at Xie Yibai, then at Yao Niang, and reminded him softly, “…His swordsmanship is very good.”

Aren’t you going to… give him an opportunity?

Yao Niang raised her eyes and glanced at Ding Canghai by Xie Yibai’s side, and nodded. “Indeed.”

Yu Lin was helpless and had to say bluntly, “It’s each other’s opportunity.”

“…” Yao Niang looked at him, smiled helplessly, and it was not good to pretend to be stupid, so she had to say, “But it’s not anymore.”

Yu Lin: “…”

Yu Lin was bewildered. “What?”

Yao Niang took a light breath, her brow furrowed slightly, and her snow-white chin rested lightly on the pipa.

She sighed. “Little lady, my embroidered ball chose you today… but this is not a good time for you and me. I can only owe you a song… and.”

She sighed lightly. “Have you noticed… that you are a little uncomfortable?”

Yu Lin was stunned for a moment, his fingertips turning pink. He looked down at the wine cup.

Xie Yibai’s expression changed, and he suddenly turned his head, his coldness pressing.

Yao Niang quickly said, “It’s nothing… it’s just that you’ve had some wine. The wine in the music house is mostly a little…”

She blinked. “It’s nothing, but I see that the little lady’s body is not very good… perhaps you will be a little more uncomfortable.”

Xie Yibai’s face was ashen. Yao Niang let out a light hiss and quickly pointed upstairs. “There’s no one on the third floor. You can go and rest.”

Yu Lin’s cheeks were flushed. He frowned slightly, and was indeed a little dazed. He was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously reached out and tugged at Xie Yibai’s clothes.

Xie Yibai was stunned for a moment, quickly took off his outer robe and put it on him, and held him in his arms, and asked softly, “Is it very uncomfortable?”

He pressed his lips together, glanced at Yao Niang, his coldness pressing, and disappeared in the elegant pavilion in an instant.

Yao Niang held her pipa, looked at the backs of the two of them as they left, and silently touched her chin. She suddenly plucked the pipa string hard. “It’s fate.”

Yao Niang pondered, “I’ve cultivated the way of the mortal world for so many years. This is the first time I’ve seen destiny change. Little idiot, what do you think… is the background of these two people?”

The pipa moved angrily and pretended to be dead without a sound.

***

A thin layer of sweat appeared on the tip of Xie Yibai’s nose as he held his beloved, who was panting lightly.

His face was covered in a red glow, and he no longer had his usual relaxed and calm demeanor.

Xie Yibai’s nose was straight, and his appearance was handsome. He was a young prodigy, and he was only wearing a tight-fitting long robe. When he was not smiling, his features were cold and sharp, and his ponytail was tied high, swaying lightly in the wind.

He always held a snow-white long sword in his hand. His sword intent was pressing, his eyes were sharp, and the edge of his sword was cold and bright.

When he looked over, he always made people suspect that an icicle had fallen into a deep pond, bottomless, and it also seemed to be slightly swaying with the cold and beautiful sword light of Mount Cangsong.

At this moment, he was not like this.

He kicked open the door of the third floor, and hurriedly carried his unwed wife in. A gust of wind passed, and the bright red curtain above his head fell faintly and landed on his shoulder.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he half-knelt by the bed, looking at the young man who was panting lightly on the bed, at a loss.

Yu Lin was hot all over. The wine in the music house was originally for fun, and its medicinal properties were not strong. But his body was not good, so his reaction was particularly intense, and he could hardly breathe.

Xie Yibai held his calf, his fingers lifting and then falling, and beads of sweat kept appearing on the tip of his nose.

Yu Lin was very hot. He stepped on Xie Yibai’s knee, his eyes dazed, almost unfocused, and he said softly, “Xie Yibai.”

“Hey… hey…” Xie Yibai answered him, his fingers trembling slightly, and he gently lifted the hem of his robe.

He gently comforted the young man whose body was hot, and then leaned over to coax him, “Don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid. I’m here.”

Yu Lin grabbed his hand, his brow furrowed and then relaxed.

He felt Xie Yibai’s fingers resting on his waist, and he remembered that he had not yet told Xie Yibai that he was a boy.

Yu Lin frowned slightly, grabbed his hand, his eyelids wet, and said softly, “I’m sorry. I’m actually…”

He pressed his lips together, his gaze unfocused, and because of the medicinal properties, he was soon tormented until his cheeks were flushed red.

Xie Yibai saw his unfinished words, sighed, held him in his arms, kissed his cheek, and with trembling hands, he untied his trousers, and helped him with his eyes closed. “I know.”

He coaxed him softly, “Don’t be afraid. I like you all.”

The young man’s skin was cold and white, and his legs were long and slender, and they were gently curved on his waist.

Xie Yibai moved back slightly, looked at his unwed wife’s features, his face turned red, and he leaned down and held him again.

His tongue was very hot. It swept over his unwed wife’s skin, which was too stimulating. Yu Lin’s waist suddenly went soft, and he grabbed his hair, his eyes turning red.

He did not make a sound, but just panted lightly. When he couldn’t take it anymore, he just opened his eyes and gently bit his wrist.

His mind was in a daze. Xie Yibai was helping him, and with a mischievous heart, he even asked him softly if it was comfortable, and if his husband was serving him well.

But he couldn’t react either. His vision was dim, and he could only ask with a nasal tone, with confusion, “What?”

Xie Yibai’s heart softened. His tall nose rested lightly on his knee, and with his eyes closed, he kissed his knee lightly, sighed deeply, and couldn’t help but laugh. “Nothing… I’ve really fallen for you.”

Yu Lin’s body was not good, so Xie Yibai didn’t dare to let him be too stimulated, nor did he dare to do it too much.

When he was no longer uncomfortable, the young swordsman had a cold face and held his unconscious unwed wife in his arms.

His chin was covered in sweat, and his cheek rested lightly on his unwed wife’s soft cheek. A moment later, he let out a low laugh.

***

Worried that his unwed wife’s reputation would be damaged, Xie Yibai went out at night and quickly cleaned up the mess.

Even Yu Jing, who knew Lingyang City like the back of his hand, only felt that something was wrong after three days, through some clues, and guessed that the two of them had stayed at the Xianyun Pavilion.

Lingyang had many scholars and artists, and the art of music was prevalent. It was not a big deal to stay at a music house.

But his junior sister was with Xie Yibai… no!

Yu Jing had a grim face and did not alert anyone. His red lips were pressed lightly together, and he went to his door with his sword.

Senior Brother Yu had a golden and jade-like appearance, a face like a beautiful woman, and was as cold as ice. He had the appearance of a first-class Bodhisattva.

But his personality was upright and rigid, and he could not tolerate any sand in his eyes. He was even more old-fashioned than many older elders. Under his golden light sword, he swore to kill all thieves and scoundrels.

At that time, Xie Yibai was holding a food box, and the ends of his hair were swaying lightly in the wind. He was leaning against the door and waiting for him to wake up.

As summer approached, the temperature was getting a little high. Yu Lin was sleepy at noon and went back to sleep for a while. The spring light in the courtyard was quiet, and the weeping willows were hanging low, making a light sound among the pavilions.

Xie Yibai went out at noon and came back with a bowl of ice-snow yuanzi. He leaned against the door, with a smile on his face, and his mind was full of thoughts. He was waiting for him to wake up from his nap, waiting for him to take a bite.

Suddenly, a sound of wind came from his ear, and a sword intent came before the danger. Xie Yibai turned his head, and a cold golden light came at him.

Xie Yibai raised his eyebrows slightly, hooked the food box, and lightly placed it on the windowsill. Then he rose with his sword, and his sword light was sharp, and he slashed out a dazzling stream of light.

The young man’s sword light was dazzling. They collided in the air, and a sound of clashing metal was produced, which echoed in the clouds.

It was a common thing for immortal sect disciples to compete, and it was not strange.

Although Yu Jing’s attack was fierce, and Xie Yibai did not understand, he still met it head-on, but he frowned and reminded him, “Not here. Let’s go outside and fight.”

Yu Jing was stunned for a moment and retreated as he was told.

The competition between the most outstanding disciples of this generation, in just a moment, quickly attracted a group of prodigies.

The entrance of the courtyard was noisy and bustling, and it attracted a stream of people.

When Yu Lin pushed the door open, in the continuous cheers from outside the wall, he turned his head slightly and saw a food box lightly placed on the windowsill.

His eyelashes blinked lightly. He did not rush out, but walked over, took down the food box, opened the lid, and saw a bowl of crystal-clear ice-snow yuanzi.

As summer approached, he ate very little, so Xie Yibai had thought of these snacks.

Thinking of his body, he didn’t dare to let him eat too much, so he only asked the merchant to put a little ice, and locked it with sword energy. It was very flavorful, but not too cold, and it was very easy to recognize.

Yu Lin went out with the food box, stood on the stone steps at the door, and looked up slightly. The sword light was flying on the tiles, and the swordsman’s sleeves were flying in the wind.

One of the silver lights was sharp and chilling, yet his movements were calm and at ease. While deflecting the strikes, he seemed to have sensed something. His gaze gleamed brilliantly, and in an instant, he came toward him.

Xie Yibai’s eyes were clear, and he had a smile on his face, like a sword light that had pierced through the spring. “Little young lady, is it delicious?”

His hand made a clanging sound, and he blocked Yu Jing’s attack. Yu Lin raised his eyes slightly, looked at him, and smiled.

He said softly, “Xie Yibai, concentrate.”

The young man jumped up and then went far away, and his voice came intermittently. “Hey… hey… okay.”

In the spring of the eighteenth year, the city of Lingyang was half-streamed with the morning sun, a pillow of clear wind, and the spring light was just right.

The young men were chattering and discussing the peerless sword moves of the two swordsmen, and some were also fishing in troubled waters.

Hu Guangsan was lying on the low wall and reading a popular picture book. Nanyin was spitting out melon seed shells, and a few golden-robed young men had nothing to do and sat down to make tea.

The courtyard of the Yu family was a happy and harmonious scene. No one knew that this would be the last peaceful year for the immortal sect family.