Chapter 88

Gazing at the gentle figure, the experienced and womanizing great assassin Feng Dasha couldn’t help but be stunned; it was simply too beautiful. Compared to the pure young women dressed in classical attire from the TV dramas of his previous life, this one was on a whole different level.

One couldn’t deny that Sima Ruyu’s beauty had a unique charm. Born into a prestigious family and a well-bred lady, these qualities were common among the women of the Tian Nan region’s noble families. However, Sima Ruyu was not only a talented woman but also a disciple of Tianjian Mountain, making her a dual talent in both literature and martial arts. Therefore, her demeanor was pure and natural, yet carried a hint of mystery, something that ordinary women lacked.

Tian Nan had named her the First Talented Woman, not without reason. Her "talent" was reflected in her demeanor; even standing there without speaking, she wouldn’t make people feel the urge to defile her. It was as if facing such a fairy, even a few jests would be a great insult to her.

In one word: beautiful.

Feng Jueyu stopped at the pavilion and didn’t walk over. He stood with a faint smile on his lips, waiting for Sima Ruyu to speak.

Xiaobi and Xiaolian had already quietly retreated, leaving only Feng Jueyu and Sima Ruyu in the garden. The two stood there, neither speaking.

At this moment, Feng Jueyu appeared the most natural. Perhaps because Sima Ruyu knew some things about him that others didn’t, he didn’t try to disguise himself. The aura of a high-ranking Evil Emperor involuntarily emanated from him.

Influenced by the Hongyuan space and the Hongyuan spirit energy, and having cultivated the Life and Death Unchanging Divine Art, when Feng Jueyu no longer pretended, a natural and ethereal aura emanated from him. This aura carried a unique evil energy, both mysterious and intimidating.

That transcendent and detached demeanor, where everything was at ease and the evil energy was solemn and free, even made the surrounding flowers and grass feel as if they were bowing to him.

Sima Ruyu turned around, her eyes like autumn water, with a hint of exploration.

Her spiritual awareness was very powerful, even more so than her cultivation in the Spirit Martial Realm. This was her superior talent that allowed her to be selected by Tianjian Mountain from a secular noble family to become a formal disciple. Even the elders in the sect praised her spiritual awareness as unparalleled in the world. However, for the person in front of her, Sima Ruyu felt an extreme sense of unreality.

She tried to use her infallible spiritual awareness to explore his inner state, but what she perceived was like a towering mountain standing before her, steady and vast, endless and deep...

After a long time of staring, Sima Ruyu finally felt a bit overwhelmed. She wanted to see through Feng Jueyu’s essence but found him increasingly inscrutable. Although her spiritual awareness was powerful, it wasn’t omnipotent and couldn’t reveal a person’s inner thoughts.

What Feng Jueyu presented to Sima Ruyu was that of a赘婿 in the Shangguan family, a young man from a fallen noble family who had lived in the Shangguan family since childhood, enduring contempt and being looked down upon, which had shaped his carefree and self-abandoned personality, making him a notorious playboy in Tian Nan, and a weak one at that.

This was the result of Sima Ruyu’s inquiries.

However, at Zhang Changling’s birthday celebration, Feng Jueyu’s performance made it hard for her to believe that a talentless and weak playboy could achieve such astonishing feats. In the painting competition, every word he said hit the mark, leaving no room for rebuttal. This ability required years of dedicated study in painting, so how could it appear in a playboy?

More importantly, he was the unnamed young man with world-shaking talent, whom everyone in the spring had heard of but never seen...

Combining all the identities, performances, and rumors about Feng Jueyu, when Sima Ruyu compared these three completely unrelated traits, she was stunned. How could such disparate characteristics coexist in one person?

Which one was the real Feng Jueyu?

This was Sima Ruyu’s greatest question and the reason she had decided to invite Feng Jueyu.

Little did she know, there was a disease called "curiosity," especially between the opposite sexes. When a woman became curious about a man, she was infected with this disease, and the result was always an inability to extricate herself.

Of course, this principle applied equally to men and women. However, the current Feng Dasha was curious about something else, not the dignified and graceful Miss Sima, but the faint medicinal fragrance wafting from the neighboring courtyard.

Seeing that Sima Ruyu was slow to speak, Feng Jueyu couldn’t help but be puzzled. Did this girl call him here just to play a staring contest? Why wasn’t she saying anything? Since you’re not speaking, I will. Feng Jueyu smiled and asked, "Miss Sima, you don’t want Feng to stand here until nightfall, do you?"

Sima Ruyu was slightly taken aback and said apologetically, "It’s Ruyu who is impolite. Brother Feng, please don’t be offended, please sit..."

"Where, where," Feng Jueyu laughed and walked over, his eyes intentionally glancing at the western wall of the courtyard. The wall wasn’t high, clearly not well-guarded, but Feng Jueyu quietly activated the Life and Death Unchanging Divine Art and discovered that the neighboring courtyard was enveloped in a layer of spirit energy, like a transparent curtain, tightly guarding the entire courtyard. This must be the power of the feng shui formation that Gongyang Yu mentioned.

Sitting down in the pavilion, Sima Ruyu picked up the teapot and filled the cups, the fragrance wafting out. Feng Jueyu sighed, "Good tea."

Sima Ruyu smiled, "I’m bold to invite Brother Feng here, I hope you won’t be offended."

This title!

Feng Jueyu had noticed it when he entered. Sima Ruyu kept calling him "Brother Feng" and referring to herself as "Ruyu," which made him a bit puzzled. When did they become so familiar?

Sipping the tea, Feng Jueyu smiled and replied, "Not at all. Before coming, I was still thinking about how to apologize to Miss Sima. It was my loose tongue, please don’t take it to heart."

Not mentioning it would have been better. As soon as he mentioned it, Sima Ruyu felt uncomfortable all over. She inwardly blamed Feng Dasha: A woman’s chastity is paramount. Was that loose tongue? You were using me to retaliate against Xirui Yun, and you even spoke so grandly. How shameless. Sima Ruyu bit her lip to hold back her anger, her face turning red with anger, not embarrassment.

Seeing that the girl wasn’t speaking, Feng Jueyu held back his laughter and asked, "Miss Sima, are you still upset with me?"

He called her "Miss Sima" to draw a line between them, telling her that he wasn’t someone to be easily bullied. Don’t think that knowing a bit of his secret gives you the right to command him. That’s not going to happen.

Miss Sima was equally shrewd. Upon hearing this, her face turned slightly cold, and her tone became teasing, "How could I be? Big Brother Feng spoke my mind, making Xirui Yun give up. I’m grateful, how could I blame you?"

In just a few words, she had changed from "Brother Feng" to "Big Brother Feng," which surprised Feng Jueyu. Seeing the girl’s eyes full of emotion and her demeanor, he realized she wasn’t an easy opponent.

Feng Jueyu chuckled and feigned ignorance, "That’s good. Miss Sima, may I ask why you called me here today?"

"Is that all?" Feng Jueyu looked disbelieving, "Are Xiaobi and Xiaolian from the Shangshu family?"

"Correct. Xiaobi and Xiaolian have been with Ruyu since childhood. That day, Ruyu was invited to a friend’s pleasure boat, and the two girls, having nothing to do, asked for a pleasure boat. They were fortunate to meet Big Brother Feng, which was their good fortune."

Hearing this, Feng Jueyu grimaced. What bad luck, even a boat ride on the lake could lead to this. It seems his bad luck hasn’t run out yet.

Thinking about it, Feng Jueyu felt relieved. If not for meeting Xiaobi and Xiaolian, the rumors about the unnamed young man being him would have spread throughout Tian Nan City by now.

Sima Ruyu observed Feng Jueyu and continued, "After the two girls returned, Ruyu learned that the great work was by Big Brother Feng, which I admire greatly. Speaking of which, I still need to apologize to Brother Feng."

"Apologize? For what?" Feng Jueyu was puzzled.

Sima Ruyu said, "I was selfish and didn’t let Xiaobi and Xiaolian reveal Big Brother Feng’s name to everyone. I wanted to meet Big Brother Feng in person. Big Brother Feng, you won’t blame me for acting on my own, will you?" Sima Ruyu’s long eyelashes fluttered.

In other words, Feng Jueyu understood. Now, the literary circle of Tian Nan was looking for him, the "unnamed young man," and it was Sima Ruyu who had told Xiaobi and Xiaolian to keep it a secret, using it as leverage to make him owe her a favor?

No way.

Girl, you’re still too young to play this game.

Thinking this, Feng Jueyu laughed, "What apology? I should thank Miss Sima instead."

This time, it was Sima Ruyu’s turn to be stunned. She heard Feng Jueyu say, "Miss Sima, I won’t hide it from you. Those few poems were actually copied from someone else. Few people have heard them. I was drunk and blurted them out. If Miss Sima hadn’t had Xiaobi and Xiaolian keep it a secret, I would have been embarrassed if someone came looking for more poems." He took a sip of tea and glanced at Sima Ruyu, "Little girl, you’re no match for me."

Sima Ruyu bit her lip. She finally understood that the person in front of her might not be a great talent, but he was definitely a scoundrel, a tough nut to crack.

Sima Ruyu remained calm and radiant, "Oh? May I ask where Big Brother Feng heard these great works? Who wrote them?"

"Ah, ha, it’s been too long, I can’t remember..."

"Oh? How long? Big Brother Feng can recite these great works word for word, but you’ve forgotten who wrote them?"

Damn, why is this girl so curious? A thousand questions?

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