Chapter 60

Muron Feiyan was once again shaken by his words.

Hu Xiaotian had long discovered that girls in any era had a particular preference for the literary style. In Hu Xiaotian's view, the highest level of literary style was to return to simplicity, but if one truly reached that realm, it would be somewhat reserved. To attract the attention of girls, one still needed to be a bit frivolous and occasionally show off some flashy words and poems. These completely meaningless words and poems could easily touch the hearts of girls. Literary style? Hu Xiaotian despised himself from the bottom of his heart, a show-off!

Hu Xiaotian was not just a show-off now; he had become a habitual show-off. He spoke in a fresh and light tone, often plagiarizing Tang and Song poetry, mixed with his cynical and arrogant demeanor, which formed a unique style. This style was truly unconventional in this era, and Hu Xiaotian believed he was barely qualified as outstanding.

Muron Feiyan was different from the talented woman Huo Xiaoru. Her first impression of Hu Xiaotian was that of a spoiled young master. Later, she gradually understood the literary style in him. Although she had to admit that Hu Xiaotian indeed had some talent, she still believed it was just some superficial talent. Looking at Hu Xiaotian's smug appearance, she couldn't help but criticize him in her heart: shallow, always showing off in front of others.

After staying in the bumpy carriage for over an hour, Hu Xiaotian finally couldn't bear the dullness inside and returned to his snow-white horse. Riding the horse felt better than being in the carriage, but he wondered if maintaining such a posture for a long time would make his legs bow-legged. Hu Xiaotian glanced at Muron Feiyan, thinking that her walking posture was still graceful and her legs straight. It seemed that this saying was just a rumor.

Liang Dazhuang, with his belly sticking out, rode his horse from behind and caught up: "Young Master, it's almost noon. Should we stop to rest and have some food?"

Hu Xiaotian was about to agree when Muron Feiyan said, "No! Since we have brought dry rations, we can eat on the go. We must reach the Wangjing Post Station tonight!"

Liang Dazhuang looked at Hu Xiaotian with pleading eyes. Hu Xiaotian glanced at Muron Feiyan and, through the thin veil outside her hat, could still see her very serious expression. He decided not to argue with her and waved his hand, saying, "Do as Muron Inspector says!"

So, this group could only continue their journey while eating dry rations. Fortunately, the dry rations tasted pretty good. Hu Xiaotian held the reins with one hand and a thin pancake with meat with the other, eating heartily. Despite the long journey on horseback and in the carriage, he had consumed a lot of energy. He asked Liang Dazhuang to send a meat pancake to Muron Feiyan, but she didn't accept it. Instead, she took a dry and hard pancake from her luggage and ate it without any vegetables. After finishing the pancake, she took out a pear, showing that she still understood some nutritional balance and knew to supplement with vitamins. No wonder she looked so fresh and lively. However, despite her beauty, she lacked the gentleness and charm of a woman. Charm was crucial for a woman, and without it, she would inevitably become a strong woman or a manly woman.

These servants, although they had just set out, could already see the trend. The young master was a pleasure-seeker and an optimist. If they followed him, this journey would definitely be filled with good food and drinks, making it a pleasant trip. However, with Muron Inspector, it was completely different. Muron Feiyan was strict and meticulous, and she disciplined them strictly. On the surface, the young master was the leader, but in reality, they all followed Muron Feiyan's commands. The servants were already complaining in their hearts. This young master was really something, bringing a female inspector along for the job. They couldn't touch or even approach her. They thought he was trying to flirt, but it turned out he had brought a bossy woman!

As the sky gradually darkened, Muron Feiyan squinted and observed the position of the setting sun. She had walked this road more than once, and it was about thirty miles to the Wangjing Post Station. It seemed they wouldn't reach it before dark. Since his rebirth, Hu Xiaotian had never experienced such travel hardships, but he felt like a bird out of the cage, free and in high spirits. A good mood naturally made him feel less tired. His riding skills had also improved significantly, and the snow-white horse had adapted to his control.

Hu Xiaotian rode up to Muron Feiyan: "Feiyan! How far is it to the post station?"

Muron Feiyan looked at him with some surprise. When did this guy start calling her by her name so intimately? They weren't that close, right? But she didn't want to argue over such a small matter. In fact, Muron Feiyan knew that even if she argued, she wouldn't win against his eloquence. She said softly, "About thirty miles, we should reach it in an hour." She added, "If you hadn't delayed us, we would have already reached the post station."

Hu Xiaotian coughed and looked around. The servants pretended not to hear and deliberately slowed down. In fact, they had heard everything and were all thinking, "It's like tofu coagulated by brine, one thing overcomes another. This Muron Feiyan seems to be the young master's nemesis. The young master is being very cautious and polite to her."

Hu Xiaotian whispered, "Give me some face!"

Muron Feiyan glared at him, "Regret it, don't you? You went to great lengths to drag me along, and now you must feel regretful, right?" Her words clearly showed her satisfaction, wanting this guy to taste the difficulty of inviting a god but not being able to send it away.

Suddenly, a flock of birds on the treetops seemed to be startled and flew into the dark night sky. Muron Feiyan raised her right hand and made a gesture, signaling everyone to stop.

Hu Xiaotian looked around. They were in a dense forest. Although there was a saying in the martial world to avoid entering forests, this official road was the shortest route to the Wangjing Post Station.

Muron Feiyan frowned, gently patted the black mane of her horse, and whispered something to it. Then she leaped into the air, lightly touched the trunk of a nearby tree with her right foot, and soared up about two zhang. Her body made a graceful turn and landed steadily on an ancient pine tree, swaying with the branches.

Hu Xiaotian looked up, mesmerized by Muron Feiyan's light and graceful movements, which were truly a beautiful sight. He suddenly thought of a question: in the past, he had only seen such high-level light skills in martial arts films, never in real life. Was the human anatomy here different from that in the past world? But there was no visible difference. To figure this out, he would probably need to perform a human dissection one day to compare the anatomical differences.

At that moment, over twenty black-clad men rushed towards their position from the right side of the forest, brandishing knives and swords, their shouts tearing through the night sky.

Muron Feiyan's face changed. This place was not far from the capital, and this section of the official road had always been safe, with no reports of bandits.

Muron Feiyan made a quick decision, "Withdraw from the forest!"

Hu Xiaotian turned his horse. His riding skills were still lacking, and since he was at the front of the group, he ended up at the back when he turned around. By the time he turned his horse, he found that the four servants had already run far ahead, leaving him, the key protected person, at the back. Hu Xiaotian was furious. "What the hell, we haven't even started, and they're already running faster than me. Have some professional ethics, will you? You're servants, you're supposed to protect me."