thefictionvixens Chapter 69 Washing your face every day isn't good either
Chapter 69 Washing your face every day isn't good either
The two chatted for a while longer in the pavilion.
Li Yunrui yawned softly, a lazy weariness spreading across the corners of her eyes, and a light mist clouding her alluring gaze.
"Is Your Highness sleepy?" Wu Feng asked in a low voice, his hand still resting on her shoulder, kneading it gently.
"Hmm..." Li Yunrui's voice was soft and gentle, with a slight nasal tone. "Chunmei, help me back to rest."
"Yes, Your Highness." Chunmei immediately stepped forward and gently supported Li Yunrui's raised hand.
Mei Gu also bowed slightly. Wu Feng released his grip and stepped aside.
Li Yunrui slowly stood up, her palace dress flowing like water.
She had just taken a step when she suddenly turned her head, her gaze falling on Wu Feng's face, a delicate yet playful smile curving her lips: "Want to... come together?"
Wu Feng's face stiffened instantly, then he deliberately put on a stern expression: "Your Highness, some things... cannot be done too frequently. It was only yesterday..."
Before he could finish speaking, Li Yunrui chuckled softly, her laughter gentle and alluring, like a feather tickling the tip of one's heart.
She raised her delicate hand, which wasn't being supported by Chunmei, and gently pinched Wu Feng's cheek with her fingertips.
Her beautiful face drew closer, her small mouth slightly open as she slowly exhaled, her warm breath carrying a rich, cool fragrance, gently spraying onto Wu Feng's nose.
Wu Feng subconsciously took a deep breath.
Just then, a sickly blush suddenly flashed across Li Yunrui's smiling face.
Her hand changed from pinching to stroking, her fingertips slowly tracing Wu Feng's outline, her tone drawn out: "Hmm...you're right. This face was just washed yesterday."
Her thumb gently brushed against Wu Feng's lips, her eyes glazed over: "Then... let's wash it tomorrow."
After saying that, she quickly planted a kiss on Wu Feng's lips, the warm and moist touch lasting only a moment.
Seeing Wu Feng's face flushed from the heat, her smile deepened. Without lingering, she took Chunmei's hand and gracefully walked towards the bedroom.
Wu Feng felt a burning sensation on his face where she had touched him, and that familiar feeling, mixed with embarrassment and excitement, surged up again.
He watched her slender figure recede into the distance and couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, it's only been a day... isn't that a bit inappropriate? Perhaps... you could wash it the day after tomorrow?"
Li Yunrui paused slightly in his steps.
She didn't turn around; only her soft, charming voice drifted on the wind: "The day after tomorrow is the first day of the lunar month, which is the grand court assembly... Therefore, I need to conserve my energy the day after tomorrow."
She turned her head slightly, a charming and alluring smile playing on her lips: "Remember... be ready tomorrow night~"
As soon as she finished speaking, she didn't linger any longer and disappeared with Chunmei around the corner of the corridor.
Watching her figure disappear into the distance, Wu Feng sighed inwardly.
Since Li Yunrui became pregnant, her morbid, controlling games seem to have become more and more frequent.
And the emotional value I gained from her... did indeed increase.
Could this be considered another form of mutual benefit?
Anita Mui's expression was somewhat complicated.
Once upon a time, Wu Feng was just a nobody who needed to carefully curry favor with her in order to gain a foothold in Guangxin Palace.
But now, he has not only become His Highness's bedmate, but has even become, in a subtle sense, the master whom these maids need to treat with respect.
She felt somewhat fortunate that she hadn't done anything too outrageous to Wu Feng back then, and had even given him some conveniences when he first arrived.
Perhaps... it was precisely because of this small favor that His Highness transferred her to serve Wu Feng.
"Aunt Mei, I'm going back to cultivate." Wu Feng composed himself and turned to Aunt Mei. "Prepare more meat for dinner."
"Yes," Aunt Mei replied with a slight bow.
Wu Feng smiled at her, then turned and walked towards the servants' quarters next to the small garden.
After he walked away, Mei Gu straightened up, pondering the dishes for dinner.
Hmm... His Highness instructed that it should be nourishing, so I'll make a medicinal chicken soup, along with some venison and mutton...
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In the small garden, two young palace maids were carefully watering several flowerbeds with watering cans.
Upon seeing Wu Feng approaching, they immediately stopped what they were doing and curtsied.
Wu Feng waved his hand and said to one of them, "Gather more flower petals tomorrow, the brightest ones."
"Yes~" the little palace maid replied obediently.
Wu Feng nodded, said nothing more, and walked straight into the servant's quarters next to the garden that belonged to him.
He still prefers to cultivate quietly here.
Once the door was closed, the room immediately became quiet.
He sat cross-legged on the bed, and with a slight thought, summoned the system panel.
[Host: Wu Feng]
[Identity: Li Yunrui's close and favored minister]
[Cultivation Level: Rank Six]
[Exercise Method: Qi Stream]
[Skills: Phoenix Dance in Three Illusions, Flying Willow and Light Smoke Technique, Intermediate Makeup Technique]
[Mood value: 42580]
[Inventory: Hidden Sand (Hidden Weapon), General's Mask, Makeup Tool Box] (Note: Items obtained from the system can be stored in the inventory)
More than a month has passed, and his cultivation level has steadily improved from the fifth rank to the sixth rank. During this period, he also obtained the top-level lightness skill, Flying Floss Light Smoke Skill.
However, he still had some regrets.
Both times I drew skills related to lightness and agility, I still don't have a decent offensive martial art.
"System," he murmured to himself, "consume 10,000 emotion points to conduct ten advanced lottery draws."
[Ding~ 10000 emotion points deducted, lottery in progress...]
The pale blue panel shimmered with light, and after a moment, the lottery results appeared one by one.
Ten advanced lottery draws yielded the following rewards: eight Advanced True Qi Pills, one Embroidered Spring Blade, and one martial arts manual, Sweeping Through the Armies (World of Wind and Cloud).
"An offensive martial art!" Wu Feng's eyes lit up, and a surge of excitement welled up inside him.
Although it's only one move, it's the legendary forty-meter-long broadsword!
"System, learn 'Sweeping Through the Armies'!"
The moment the command was given, a flood of information about the techniques of this swordsmanship, the flow of true energy, and its domineering and unstoppable spirit rushed into Wu Feng's mind.
After a dozen or so breaths, he slowly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in them.
"As expected of someone who can sweep through thousands of troops..."
He muttered to himself, his fingers twitching unconsciously. A surge of eagerness welled up inside him; he really wanted to find a spot to chop something with his sword and test its power.
He finally had a powerful means of attack.
Then, he turned his attention to the embroidered spring knife.
The system description states that this blade is forged from a special material, sufficient to withstand the violent true energy generated when using the "Sweeping Through the Armies" move.
With a thought, Wu Feng took the Embroidered Spring Blade from his inventory.
"Clang!"
As soon as the blade was drawn half an inch from its sheath, a clear, resonant sound, like a dragon's roar, echoed in the room.
The blade is long and narrow with a smooth curve, gleaming with a cold, eerie light. There are faint, fine lines on the edge, clearly indicating that it is not made of ordinary iron.
"What a fine blade!" Wu Feng exclaimed, gently stroking the cool spine of the blade with his fingertips before putting it back into his inventory.
Then, he took out the eight advanced True Qi Pills and swallowed them all at once.
The elixir melts upon entering the stomach, transforming into streams of warm, pure energy that permeate the limbs and bones.
This pushed the true energy within his dantian to become even more solid and stronger, bringing him one step closer to the threshold of the seventh rank.
After doing all this, Wu Feng calmed his mind, closed his eyes again, focused his mind, and slowly circulated his Qi, immersing himself in the cultivation of the Zhou Tian cycle.