Court Lady | 大唐女儿行 | 丽歌行

3.1 Self Improvement

Sheng Chumu lay on the bed in a daze. Blood continued to flow from his nose.

Junhui stood by his side, helping him to wipe his nosebleed. He looked at the huge bruise on Sheng Chumu's face and wanted to laugh but did not dare. His lord really dared to say anything and do anything, in order to chase a girl. He had such little ability but stubbornly wanted to fight someone that had trained in the Jiuhua mountains. Of course, he would be destroyed.

"Serves you right. You know you obviously can't beat him, but you still agreed to fight. Great, now you were knocked out in a single blow. What an embarrassment." Du Ning said exactly what Junhui was thinking.

Sheng Chumu grumbled, "How was I to know Fu Tao was being serious? He embarrassed me in front of Fu Rou. I will not forgive him!" He was not angry because he had lost a fight.

Speak of the devil. Third Madam and Xu Youtong were in the midst of dragging the stubborn Fu Tao over. Third Madam looked extremely apologetic. On the other hand, Xu Youtong seemed to want to claim credit as he boasted about how he had to persuade Fu Tao to come over and apologise.

"We agreed before the fight that if he got injured, he can't blame me. What kind of young lord is he if he doesn't keep his promises? He doesn't even count as a man!" Fu Tao refused to accept this.

"You!" Sheng Chumu fumed. So what if this brat was good at martial arts? Was it impressive? He was the son of Duke Lu!

"How dare you talk back? Hurry up and kneel down!" Third Madam was afraid of losing this valuable relative and hit her son's back with all her might, even pretending to cry. "You are not going to kneel? Okay then you won't have me as your mother. I might as well die!"

Fu Tao was tough on the outside but soft on the inside. Even though he really did not want to, he had no choice but to kneel.

Du Ning suddenly let out two dry coughs. Following Du Ning's gaze, Sheng Chumu looked towards the door and saw Fu Rou about to walk in with Ziyun. In a frenzy, he hopped off the bed and immediately held onto Fu Tao, who was getting ready to kneel.

Sheng Chumu declared out loud, "Brother Tao, there is no need! We had a fair fight and victory belongs to whoever was stronger. Today, I have lost. In the future, you can't be petty when I defeat you." Emitting heroic spirit, he exerted his strength and hit Fu Tao's chest twice, as a way of venting his anger. "Ha ha!"

With the exception of Du Ning, everyone in the room was stunned.

"You aren't going to conspire against me, right?" Fu Tao was still confused. Just a moment ago, Sheng Chumu's entire face was black. In a split second, he had completely changed.

"I hardly got to know you, Brother Tao. Of course, you wouldn't know what I am like. I am not the kind of person to flaunt and step over others just because of my family background." Sheng Chumu wore a sincere expression as he grabbed onto Fu Tao's hands. He patted Fu Tao's hands, putting strength into it, as a way of getting 'revenge'.

"You really don't blame me?" Unlike Sheng Chumu, who could put on an act, Fu Tao had a genuine nature and started to believe him.

"Of course!" Sheng Chumu smiled, "I can only blame myself for being too careless. I always thought that all the martial arts experts were in the palace. Never would I imagine that there are such powerful experts among the people too. If Brother Tao would allow, I wish to learn how to punch from you."

"Fine. You do things uprightly and are direct. I am willing to teach you." Fu Tao agreed.

Third Madam and Xu Youtong finally relaxed.

Seeing the relaxed scene in the room, Fu Rou turned and left quietly with Ziyun. In her naivety, she reflected on her own narrow-mindedness. In the beginning, she had believed that someone like Sheng Chumu, who came from a powerful family, would be dishonest and lazy. Who would have known that he would be so magnanimous and tolerant?