bdsm-fiction Chapter 155 Ten Thousand Mighty Soldiers Turned into a Mound in an Instant!
Chapter 155 Ten Thousand Mighty Soldiers Turned into a Mound in an Instant!
He straightened his back, his words ringing out firmly: "If that day truly comes, all of you at Zilan Pavilion will be my honored guests, treated with the utmost respect!"
Lin Tian trusted him, and he also believed he wouldn't dare to lie—if he dared to break his promise, not only would Xiang Yu eventually overthrow the Qin Dynasty, but the entire Qin state would have to pay the price for Zi Lan Xuan's actions. Of course, he couldn't say this outright at the moment; he still had to maintain the friendship: "Alright, that's a very frank way to put it. The situation is very tense right now, with threats coming your way from all sides... Why don't you come with me to Zi Lan Xuan soon, heat up some good wine, and we can chat while we drink?"
Han Fei's eyes lit up, and he grinned as he stepped forward, "I want to go too! Brother Lin's fine wine wouldn't be complete without me!"
Lin Tian glanced at him sideways, noticing his eager gaze and envious look, and couldn't help but laugh loudly: "Alright, but—you'll have to ask the King of Qin to increase your debt to 150,000 gold. Ask him if he dares to agree?"
"Huh?!" Han Fei was stunned, his shoulders slumped, and he cried out in a mournful, drawn-out tone, "Brother Lin—please stop!"
Ying Zheng's brow twitched slightly, and he muttered to himself, "This master... he actually treats copper coins like his lifeline!"
Seeing that Han Fei was so aggrieved that he was almost wilting, he was even more eager to befriend this future pillar of the court. So he slapped his thigh and said readily, "150,000 gold coins! I agree! Please allow me to invite Mr. Han Fei to a banquet so that he can taste the fine wine in your cellar and also ask me some questions about the essence of Legalism."
Lin Tian nodded, and when his gaze swept over Ying Zheng, a hint of approval quietly surfaced in his eyes—this was exactly the trap he had set up: to test how much Han Fei truly weighed in Ying Zheng's heart.
At this point, he was completely certain that Han Fei's later death in Qin prison, afflicted by the Six Soul Curse of the Yin-Yang School, was definitely not at Ying Zheng's behest.
These two people clearly admired each other and found each other appealing.
Lin Tian suddenly turned to Zhang Liang, who had been smiling gently and composedly to the side, and said with a smile, "Zifang, you come too. You must try a sip of my wine."
"What?!" Han Fei grabbed Zhang Liang's neck, his face contorted as he yelled at Lin Tian, "Why can he go, but I have to pay?!"
Lin Tianlang walked out laughing, his steps carefree, his voice carrying from afar: "You, Han Fei—you're too ugly to be worthy."
Han Fei froze on the spot, while Zhang Liang couldn't help but chuckle, waving his fan as he followed him out. Ying Zheng patted him on the shoulder and said in a low voice, "Sir... is actually quite good."
Before the words were even finished, the person had already strode off into the distance. Only Han Fei remained standing there, on the verge of tears, looking like a cat whose tendons had been pulled out.
On the rooftop, Wei Zhuang and Gai Nie stood as still as pines. Watching the group gradually disappear into the distance, Gai Nie murmured, "I wonder whether this person will be a blessing or a curse for our master."
Wei Zhuang's lips curled into a cold, icy smile: "Even if a thousand troops press in, and blades are at my throat, as long as he draws his sword—a million-strong army will be reduced to a mound in an instant!"
Gai Nie remained silent for a moment, then sighed, "Even the two of us combined couldn't withstand a single move from him. Is such a person even mortal?"
"Perhaps they are already gods... but—" Wei Zhuang paused, exchanged a glance with Gai Nie, their eyes shimmering with a dark light, as if old memories were surging, too deep to be dispelled.
Blood-Clad Marquis Bai Yifei sat upright in his mansion, his voice chillingly cold: "Pass on a message to Hei Bai Xuanjian, then to Ba Linglong, and finally to their master—if they want to live, stop immediately, get out of Korea, and the mission is null and void!"
The shadowy figure flashed and disappeared into the shadows of the corner without leaving a trace.
Bai Yifei gripped the sword hilt tightly, his knuckles white, his teeth clenched, hatred almost bursting from between them: "To expose Ying Zheng's identity to his face... how dare they! Do they really think the State of Han is helpless?!"
Zilanxuan
Zi Nu pushed open Lin Tian's door alone, only to see Nong Yu bending over to tidy the bed, her fingertips lightly stroking the brocade quilt, humming a tune from the Book of Songs.
"Sister, what brings you here?" Nongyu looked up and saw her, slightly surprised and puzzled.
Zi Nu remained calm, but her heart tightened—she hadn't expected to run into Nong Yu. She quickly concealed the sadness in her eyes and forced a smile: "It's nothing, just looking around the house, figuring out what new things we should add."
"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Nongyu and she were as close as sisters. She could clearly see Zinu's brow twitch and her breath catch in her throat.
Nongyu had just put down the folded handkerchief in her hand and was about to go upstairs to ask for details when a clear voice called out from downstairs: "Nongyu, come down quickly! Prepare some of your best dishes. I want to use aged wine to properly entertain a distinguished guest."
"Hmph, I'm always ordering you around. Do you really think you're the master of Zilan Pavilion?" Zi Nu frowned and muttered, her fingertips unconsciously digging into her palm. Her tone was a mixture of annoyance and sourness.
Nongyu was taken aback, feeling even more strange—Lin Tianyi had always treated her with gentle words and manners, how could he have been so bossy?
Zi Nu, however, was already pushing her towards the stairwell: "Go quickly, don't keep the guests waiting. I'll check if the storeroom is missing anything while I'm at it. This house... now that two people are living here, it needs to be kept tidy."
Before she finished speaking, she pushed Nongyu out the door and slammed the wooden door shut with a bang, making the door frame vibrate.
Nongyu stood outside the door, her fingertips unconsciously stroking the cold door panel, her heart feeling as if it were being tightly bound by a thin thread: Sister Zinu's eyes were darting around, and her words were rapid, clearly hiding something—and, most likely, it was about the young master.
Downstairs, Lin Tian called out as soon as he stepped into Zilan Pavilion. Looking up, he saw Wushuang Gui following Yan Lingji's instructions, wiping tables and sweeping chairs with clumsy but honest strength. Lin Tian couldn't help but smile slightly.
The man was broad-shouldered and burly, with a rough, iron-like appearance, but his mind seemed to be missing a string. However, he was honest and straightforward.
As soon as Yan Lingji saw Lin Tian return, she immediately swayed her serpentine waist to greet him, her eyes sparkling and her lips curving into a smile. She was about to touch his shoulder when she suddenly froze three steps away from him.
Her gaze was fixed on the person behind him, and she forgot to breathe.
Behind Lin Tian stood King Ying Zheng of Qin—the emperor who would later sweep across the land and rule the world.
As an assassin, Yan Lingji was always very perceptive and had long heard of this young monarch who dominated the western frontier, and had even seen his portrait.
As soon as Gai Nie lifted the curtain and stepped out, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she was immediately filled with surprise and doubt: Why is Ying Zheng here? Or is he Lin Tian's guest?
"Young lady, I have no objection to you staying here." Lin Tian glanced at her with a half-smile, "but don't look at my guest like that."
His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck her heart—the meaning couldn't be clearer: Now that you're living here, and Ying Zheng is my closest friend, don't have any improper thoughts or desires.
Yan Lingji was quick-witted and perceptive; how could she not understand the weight of those words? She immediately smiled, nestled softly closer to Lin Tian, her red lips almost brushing against his earlobe, her breath as fragrant as orchids: "Now that I have entered Master's household, only one name is engraved in my heart. No one else... not even a shadow can squeeze in."
Lin Tian felt a tingling sensation down his spine, a tingling itch spreading through his bones—this woman had truly made seduction an instinct.
Knowing her place, she turned gracefully as soon as she finished speaking and called out to Wushuang Gui, "Big guy, put the four square tables on the side together to make two long tables!"
Wushuang Gui gave a muffled reply and deftly moved the object. Ying Zheng watched Yan Lingji's swaying figure, a hint of interest flashing in his eyes. He turned to Lin Tian and asked, "Sir, who is this young lady...?"