Chapter Nine, The First Encounter with the Lady

Qing Yun curled the corner of her mouth, stuck out her tongue, and made a cute face.

So beautiful! To call her a beauty that could topple cities and nations may be somewhat exaggerated, but she is undoubtedly a typical refined lady, a standard Eastern beauty. She possesses both figure and looks, along with a gentle and virtuous demeanor that radiates without the need for words, enough to make men utterly captivated and infatuated.

... ...

Lin Mufeng let out a cold laugh and strode towards the stone table, "Grind the ink!"

Zhang Feng approached reluctantly. As the eldest brother, Zhang Dayou had a fatherly role; although he doted on Zhang Feng, once Zhang Dayou's expression turned serious and a decision was made, Zhang Feng did not dare to defy him. He awkwardly knelt down and hurriedly knocked his head three times, murmuring softly, "I pay my respects to you, sir"

Oh? Before Lin Mufeng could speak, Lin Hu pushed the door open from the side room and exclaimed: "Qingyun, it's not even the New Year or a festival, why are we putting up couplets? Ah! Young Mistress, Lin Hu has met the Young Mistress!"

"Sir, please do not stand on ceremony; Mu Feng will not accept it." Lin Mu Feng repeatedly waved his hands, knowing that "shuxiu" refers to the "salary" given by ancient employers to their teachers. He had no intention of becoming a teacher; he merely felt embarrassed to refuse Zhang Dayou's goodwill and reluctantly agreed, having no intention of accepting any salary.

Lin Mufeng felt a stir in his heart, realizing that Liu Ruomei must have seen his writing and, unable to believe it was indeed his, had come out personally to "investigate". With this thought, he couldn't help but feel a mix of annoyance and disdain, and his expression revealed a hint of hesitation.

Zhang Dayou laughed heartily, "Please, Lin Shengyuan, about this matter of the bouquet..."

Lin Mufeng felt a tremor in his heart; this was probably his wife, Liu Ruomei, who had just entered the household. Forcing his somewhat heated gaze away from Liu Ruomei's enchanting figure, he slightly lowered his head, trying to sort through his chaotic and bewildered emotions.

Hehe. Liu Ruomei smiled faintly. Although she did not say anything, her expression clearly indicated disbelief.

Hmm. Lin Hu hurriedly ran into the study, took something out, placed it on the stone table in the courtyard, and then stood back beside Lin Mufeng, cautiously and quietly asking: "Young Master, are you alright? Your handwriting..."

The archway of the inner courtyard quietly opened at an unknown time, and light clouds and light mist surrounded a dignified beauty as she stepped out, her face adorned with expressions of deep astonishment and shock

Seeing Lin Mufeng hesitating, a trace of disdain flashed across Qingyun's face. Although it was fleeting, it caught Lin Mufeng's eye, intensifying his irritation. He intended to "let facts speak for themselves," but felt it would be somewhat "superfluous." Thus, he simply turned around and chose to ignore them, striding towards the house.

Husband! Although this voice was faint, it resonated like a thunderclap in Lin Mufeng's ears. He steadied himself, forced a smile, and said, "Just playing around, I must have embarrassed you."

"With a fierce expression, it was terrifying." Qingyun's face turned pale, her eyes reddened, and she nearly shed tears. Hesitantly, she slowly approached and called out softly, "Young Master!"

After sending off Zhang Dayou and Zhang Feng, Lin Mufeng did not return to the house but instead chose to exercise in the courtyard, attempting to practice Long Fist. At first, his movements were quite stiff, but gradually they became more fluid and harmonious, and he began to regain some of the sensations from his past life with each technique. The previous 'Lin Mufeng,' although a wayward son, possessed a strong physique. He was tall and robust, with long limbs, making him well-suited for martial arts training. However, he was overly indulgent in pleasures, fond of wine, lazy, and lacked physical labor, leading to a somewhat weak and flabby body. After practicing Long Fist, he was already panting heavily and drenched in sweat.

Seeing Liu Ruomei standing nearby, Lin Hu was taken aback and quickly bowed in greeting, thinking to himself, this young mistress has not stepped out of the inner courtyard's archway for several months, what could be the reason today? Could it be?

Lin Mufeng stopped in his tracks, slowly turned around, and his cold gaze swept over Qingyun. He said in a deep voice: "Qingyun, come here."

Lin Mufeng furrowed his brow, wiped away a bead of sweat, and thought, "This is too unreal! I must practice my strength more in the future"

Zhang Dayou knew that Lin Mufeng was a wealthy heir, but he did not rely on this for his livelihood. Therefore, he did not insist further, only casting a deep glance at Lin Mufeng, "Since that is the case, Dayou is immensely grateful. This kindness, Dayou will remember in his heart"

Qing Yun chuckled lightly and turned her head away, "Miss, I told you these characters definitely weren't written by Shao and Grandpa Tushu. Yet you still insist on taking a look... I've seen the young master's handwriting, and it's even worse than mine."

With a gentle sway of her waist, Liu Ruomei took a few steps forward, her cherry lips slightly parted, her voice soft as she asked, "Has my husband practiced martial arts before?"

"Lin Hu, there is no need for excessive courtesy. Please go to the young master's study and fetch the writing tools; the young master wishes to write a couplet for me," Liu Ruomei said with a gentle smile, waving her hand.

"Qingyun, how can you mock the young master?" Old Lin walked in from outside the gate, casting an unhappy glare at Qingyun. "Young lady, these characters were indeed written by the young master; this old servant witnessed it with my own eyes. Young lady, can this old servant still lie?"

Lin Mufeng was gazing thoughtfully at the sky, pondering his own thoughts, when he turned his head at the sound and was momentarily taken aback. Not far away, a charming "young woman" stood there with an indifferent expression, casting a glance at him. She wore a pink short top and a light green long skirt, with a wide purple ribbon about an inch wide tied around her waist, and a crescent-shaped jade pendant hanging from it. Her hair was styled up, black and shiny like clouds. With a slender figure, eyebrows like distant mountains, skin as smooth as cream, shy eyes, a high and firm bosom, and a face as white as jade, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Lin Mufeng glanced over and nodded, "Not bad, what happened?"

Liu Ruomei said nothing, her lips twitching slightly, and she turned away with a hint of disappointment

Qingyun turned back to glance at Liu Ruomei, her eyes spinning playfully. "Young Master, my young lady has said that she wants to post a couplet at the bedroom door. Could you please write one for her?"

Qingyun held a piece of paper in her hand, walked up to Lin Mufeng, and raised her delicate face in疑问, "Young Master, did you write this?"

"Qingyun, did you not hear what I said?" Lin Mufeng's voice was unusually deep, with a hint of anger.

Lin Mufeng was taken aback, quickly bending down to help Zhang Feng up. He smiled and said, "Since the Inspector is so gracious, I will reluctantly accept. Brother Feng, there is no need for such formalities, please rise."

Young Master, you... Miss, I?" Qingyun was taken aback and lowered her head. For some reason, she suddenly felt that Lin Mufeng's gaze today was like a knife, his expression stern, a stark contrast to his usual flirtatious and playful demeanor. She couldn't help but feel a bit scared, hesitating and not daring to approach.

"Young master, young lady, I see you have arrived," Qingyun gently called out