Empress Fu Yao [Volume 3]

An Engagement From the Past

"Ah!" A series of painful cries exploded before the death of four or five men. Laughing, Zhan Beiye dragged his sword along as he walked away.

However, in the trap behind him, rose a figure that soundlessly jabbed his sword toward Zhan Beiye's back.

Gu Linfeng had stripped off his golden armor in a second and kicked a corpse down, effectively using it as a stepping stone to exit the trap.

Without turning his head, Zhan Beiye clapped his wider than usual sword onto the ground, causing leaves and dust to roll up with a big gust of wind. Gu Lingfeng's eyes narrowed as he sucked in a breath, subconsciously stepping back. Suddenly, he felt a sharp blast of wind being generated amid the gust, and it was coming for him at full speed and without a sound.

Gu Lingfeng was an experienced combatant and could immediately sense the dangers of it. He bent his body, nimbly grabbing an approaching subordinate to use as a meat shield. In the next moment, he felt a warm, fishy liquid splattering onto his face.

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Seeing that his defense had worked, Gu Lingfeng let out a breath of relief. He heard a peal of soft laughter, which sounded like the collision of ice and jade. Carrying a slight contemptuous snicker, the laughter faded away.

Gu Lingfeng opened his eyes, tossing his man's body onto the ground, replaying the laughter in his head and becoming increasingly furious. He turned around to look at his other men, roaring, "What are you looking at? Chase!"

The golden troop eyed him with a strange expression, and as Gu Lingfeng was about to continue ripping them apart, he felt a stiffness overtake his shoulder area. Reaching out, he felt a piece of meat dropping.

Gu Lingfeng's face changed. He didn't know when, but his shoulder was already charred by the time he turned his head to the side for a look. Immediately understanding that he had fallen for the enemy's trap, he pulled his sword out. In a flash, the big bloody piece of meat on his shoulder flew out.

"Half of you make chase and the other half shall return with me to recuperate!" Gu Lingfeng ordered with thick hatred as he held onto his shoulder. Eyes set deep into the dense forest, he shouted, "I remember your voice! I'll repay you twofold when the time comes."

"Aish, this stupid fish. Why can't I get it?" Meng Fuyao cursed, holding onto the hem of her trousers while standing by a creek and attempting to stab a fish with a tree branch. "I have wasted 180 graceful jabs for nothing."

The group had traversed a whole day, eventually coming to a higher mountain to rest in the evening. Ji Yu and his men had gone hunting, and since Meng Fuyao wasn't one to sit around she had decided to catch some fishes, but to no avail, apparently.

Lord Yuan Bao steadied himself on a rock and waited eagerly as Meng Fuyao executed her move for the hundredth and eightieth time.

Zhan Beiye leaned against the mountain rocks while chewing on a blade of sweet grass and ogling at Meng Fuyao's snow-white and slender calves and ankles. Upon being detected for the umpteenth time, he was splashed with a generous amount of water, the beads landing all over his body.

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Wiping them off and spitting out the grass blade, he strode over. Meng Fuyao assumed a fighting pose, but Zhan Beiye simply snatched her makeshift fork and said, "These fishes are our local product. Extremely slippery. You can't catch them."

"Go put on your shoes. The weather in the mountains is chilly in the mornings and at night. Don't catch a cold."

It was then that Meng Fuyao understood his intention. Surprised and momentarily at a loss, she absentmindedly went to put on her shoes while observing as he stuck the fork into the water and stirred it. No longer able to breathe, the fishes made their way to the surface, instantly being caught by the waiting man. Some of them leaped onto the rocks, and Lord Yuan Bao even held one down with his claw before turning toward her and throwing an arrogant smirk.