Chapter Seven: The Bashful Cuì Hóng

  Cui Hong did not take Yun Mochou back to the original room, which was previously a guest room for guests, but now this guy had become a servant and naturally had to live in the servants' quarters. Along the way, Cui Hong also told Yun Mochou about many of the Yang Manor's rules.

  For example: When seeing the master, the servant must take the initiative to greet. The servant's meal time must be after the master has eaten. Without the master's permission, it is not allowed to enter the master's courtyard at will. Male and female servants are not allowed to have a romantic relationship with each other. And so on.

  It's said that the cloud is about to burst, with so many rules, it's even stricter than the special forces' requirements. In ancient times, the servants really lived more miserably than dogs. Thinking in her heart, but observing the surroundings, she found that the buildings around were quite luxurious and didn't seem like a place where servants would live. So she opened her mouth to ask: "Little Cui sister, where are you taking me?"

  Cui Hong's face turned red, and she lowered her head in embarrassment. She stomped her foot and said, "Oh my, you silly person, just call me Cui Hong, I'm not older than you!"

  Following his gaze, Yun Mochou saw a pair of seductive white rabbits, which were quite provocative. He said with his mouth: "Where are we going?" But in his heart, he thought: At least this place is big enough, bigger than mine, oh haha.

  Cui Hong had no idea what was going on in his mind, people of this era were very simple. He said: "We'll go to the young master's courtyard now, you're a book boy, so you live in the young master's courtyard, the servant's room has already been arranged."

  It has come to this, I can only resign myself to fate. Thinking back, the proud and mighty Special Forces of the Wolf's Den, Yun Mo Yu, Yun Da Shao, Yun Qi Ye, were once so high and above others. Now, looking at that small house which isn't dilapidated but is clearly a servant's quarters compared to the one next door, getting closer and closer... Alas, the tiger has fallen into a humble state...

  Thinking of this, Yun Moyu followed Cui Hong into the courtyard with a disappointed look on his face.

  Yang Wenguan has not returned yet, so the two of them can only wait boredly at the gate. Old Yun proactively teases Cuihong to talk, telling a joke one moment and sharing some fresh and funny news from their hometown the next, making the little girl giggle uncontrollably.

  This scene happened to be seen by Yang Wenqin who was passing by, and she walked up to the two with a straight face, suddenly opening her mouth: "Cough cough! What are you talking about?"

  Cui Hong hastily straightened up and bowed her head respectfully, shouting: "Miss!"

  Lao Yun is what kind of person, how could he not know someone is approaching from behind? It's just that in broad daylight, he didn't do anything shameful, it's just flirting with a young girl. If this were to happen in modern times, the young girl would probably think you're being too old-fashioned. The times are different, people naturally are different. He saw Cui Hong treating Yang Wenxin with such respect, and thinking of himself as a servant, he also pretended to shout: "Miss!"

  Yang Wenjing snorted, saying: "Subordinates must have the rules of subordinates. What kind of discipline is this? Cui Hong, I'm asking you, didn't you tell him how to follow the rules of being a subordinate?"

  Cui Hong was so frightened that she didn't know what to do, and secretly glanced at Yun Mochou's face, which showed no expression. She hesitated and didn't know how to speak, but remembered that she had said something earlier, yet the joke told by the book boy was one she had never heard before, and it was really interesting. Looking at the handsome Yun Mochou, her heart moved slightly, and she plucked up the courage to say: "Miss, I just told him some other things, but haven't finished speaking."

  Yun Moyu couldn't help but take a closer look at Cui Hong, who was speaking on his behalf. His skin wasn't as pale as Yang Wenjin's, but it had a healthy wheat-colored glow. He had a melon-shaped face, big eyes, thin lips, and looked very cute overall. As he continued to gaze downwards from the neck, his eyes involuntarily landed on a pair of white rabbits. In his heart, he exclaimed: So big! So erect!

  Cui Hong has been following Yang Wenjin as a personal maid since she was seven years old. How could she not know that Cui Hong would stammer whenever she told a lie? Considering their master-servant relationship, sometimes he also treated her like a younger sister and didn't want to bother with it. So he said: "Cui Hong will go back with me, as for you, just stand here and wait for Young Master's return, he'll make his own arrangements."

  It's all been said, Yun Moyu didn't want to say anything more either, and replied: "Got it, miss."

  Cui Hong followed Yang Wenjin and left, but she couldn't help turning her head to take a sneak peek at Yun Moyu. Coincidentally, Yun Moyu saw her and made a silly face. The little girl quickly turned bright red with embarrassment and turned her head back around.

  "Haha, this little girl is quite interesting and doesn't look bad either. She's much better than that ice beauty." Yun Moyu muttered to himself. With nothing to do, he stood at the door and took a glance around the courtyard. It was early spring now, and there was a patch of grass in the courtyard where the withered grass had been pulled out, leaving only some tender shoots. There were also several pomegranate trees planted in the courtyard, under which two hundred-pound stone locks were placed. Anyway, since he was idle, he might as well do something. Back when he was in the army, training all day had become a habit for him.

  Yun Moyu walked slowly to the front of the stone lock, bent his waist forward, rolled up his sleeves to reveal his robust biceps, and with a slight effort, he lifted it up with both hands. The muscles on his arms immediately formed perfect lines. This thing called a stone lock still exists in modern times, and when I was young, I played with the old man, one hand holding one, playing a few tricks, gradually finding the feeling of playing with the stone lock again, and gradually he no longer used tricks, but instead held the stone lock with both hands and started to punch out a set of authentic Chen-style Taiji Old Frame Second Road Fist, commonly known as Cannon Hanging. Although it was a bit strenuous, he still moved smoothly and effortlessly, his movements powerful and yet gentle at the same time.

  Yun Moyu gradually entered a state of selflessness, feeling himself merge with nature, and no longer sensing anything around him, including Yang Jiaxiao Shao Ye Yang Wenguang standing at the door in stunned silence.

  At this time, Yang Wenguan could only describe it as being dumbfounded. He had never seen such martial arts before. In his eyes, martial arts should be powerful and forceful, with each move being strong and vigorous. He had never seen that there was also a soft side to martial arts, but although it was soft, Yang Wenguan had never doubted the lethality of Yun Mochou's Tai Chi. Because just by listening to the sound of the wind generated by each move, he knew that the seemingly gentle fist hid a great deal of killing power.

  Yang Wenguan felt like crying, damn it, being forced to study literature all day, he who had loved martial arts since childhood could hardly even touch a sword or spear, let alone have someone dare to teach him martial arts. He remembered that time when he finally managed to get his older brother to teach him a few moves, but was beaten by his father and locked in a dark room for ten days, scaring him into never daring to mention learning martial arts at home again. Now he suddenly felt that the book boy in front of him was like a godsend to rescue him from his predicament, and he also had a bold idea in his heart.

  After finishing a set of Tai Chi, his whole body was already drenched in sweat. He gently put down the stone lock and spat out a mouthful of turbid air. Before he could even wipe away his sweat, he heard a round of enthusiastic applause coming from behind him. He quickly turned around and exclaimed in surprise: "Young Master...!"