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Finest Servant Chapter 646
🕑 Added 2023-11-12 11:58:52 +0000 UTCChapter 646 The Hero of the Miao Village
The sound, ethereal as if from the heavens, was extremely familiar to him. He turned swiftly, only to see a woman standing behind him, her face as delicate as a lotus, lips like a touch of crimson, with a slender waist and full hips, her smooth skin fair with a blush of pink. Her splendid figure, under the moonlight, resembled a gracefully undulating wave.
"Master Sister!" He was both stunned and overjoyed, and in his excitement, he darted towards her, reaching out to pull her closer.
"Who is your Master Sister?" An Biru lightly glided away, evading his grasp. She looked at him with a coquettish smile, "I am a fox spirit who has cultivated for a thousand years in the mountains!"
Her figure was graceful, her face stunningly beautiful, with a faint blush on her cheeks. Her every movement and glance were filled with charm, reminiscent of a shy, young wife hidden away in her boudoir, leaving him utterly smitten.
Lin Wanrong stared at her, swallowing hard, and asked in awe, "Sister, may I ask, how does one cultivate into a fox spirit? I want to raise a whole den at home!"
"You wish!" An Biru gave him a playful glance. Her slender, spring onion-like fingers gently caressed his cheek, laughing lightly, "Oh, who is this handsome young man? Aren't you afraid of me, the fox spirit?"
Lin Wanrong blinked timidly, "I wonder, Sister Fox Spirit, when will you come to tempt me? I can hardly wait!"
An Biru's cheeks flushed a bright red, and she playfully tapped his forehead, laughing so hard that she had to lean forward and back, her body trembling like a blooming flower.
Seeing her beautiful face so close, Lin Wanrong's heart filled with indescribable joy. He tightly grasped An Biru's hand, murmuring, "Sister, I've finally found you!"
Feeling the warmth and tremor in his palm, An Biru's heart warmed, and she squeezed his hand back, blinking, "What's the matter, has someone been troubling my little brother?"
"Indeed," he began, a flood of grievances rising in his heart, "Sister, you have no idea! I arrived in Sichuan Province seven days ago, traveling through the night and over mountains to reach Wulian Peak. Just as I was about to ascend the mountain to see you, an old man with a white beard, claiming to be your Uncle Hannong, beat me and chased me down the mountain. It was such an injustice!"
After his long lament, An Biru chuckled, "Really? Uncle Hannong hit you? He's such a kind man, why would he do that?"
"He said my clothes were ugly!"
"Is that so?" An Biru looked him up and down, clicking her tongue in mock disapproval, "Uncle Hannong can't be that blind. Your clothes are quite special, made with the heart and soul of Little Sister Yilian!"
Lin Wanrong exclaimed with surprise, "Master Sister, you know Yilian?"
"Why wouldn't I know her?" An Biru replied leisurely, "She brought you here by boat and kindly welcomed you to Yingyue Hamlet. She treated you well, and all you gave her was a broken jade pendant. That was rather stingy of you!"
The matter of the jade pendant was known only to Yilian and her father. Lin Wanrong thought for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands, "Ah, I understand now. Master Sister, you knew I was coming, didn't you? You've been following me, haven't you?"
"I certainly wasn't following you!" Sister An's pretty face flushed as she huffed and turned her head away.
Seeing her denial that contradicted her true feelings, Lin Wanrong laughed heartily, but soon felt a tinge of regret, "If I had known you were right beside me, why would I have climbed the mountain last night? Wasn't that just asking for trouble? Sister, why didn't you come out to stop Uncle Hannong? He really did hit me!"
An Biru said softly, "If I had to persuade him, I would have told him to hit you harder!"
"Why?" Lin Wanrong was taken aback.
Seeing his bewildered look, unsure if he was serious or pretending, Sister An gave him a sidelong glance with a hint of annoyance, "No reason! Just to wake you up and teach you a lesson!"
"Oh, do you think there's something between me and Yilian?" Lin Wanrong had an epiphany and smiled, "Sister, you really misunderstood this time! Yilian is such a pure and lovely girl, how could I take advantage of her? I like mature and beautiful women like you, Master Sister, who can give injections—"
"Is that so?" An Biru giggled and scrutinized him, bringing her face close to his, her long eyelashes trembling slightly, "Then, I'll give you injections every day, little brother. Do you like that?"
Sister An always spoke so uniquely. Remembering her methods, Lin Wanrong felt both happy and apprehensive, cautiously replying, "Like, I like!"
"Louder, please," An Biru gently lifted his chin, looking at him with a teasing smile, "I can't hear you!"
Cold sweat ran down Lin Wanrong's back. Sister An's tastes were indeed very special! He was afraid of her silver needles, but he loved her teasing! He steeled himself, biting his lip, "Sister, let's give injections for a lifetime!"
An Biru's cheeks turned rosy, her hands trembling slightly, then she suddenly chuckled and quickly poked his forehead, "Dream on! Do you think our Miao girls are easy to bully?"
Lin Wanrong hurriedly waved his hands, "No, no, I'm serious, Master Sister, I never thought of bullying you! With your skills, I couldn't bully you even if I tried! Little brother just wants to take care of you forever, to stop your wandering, to always make you happy. Is that good?"
He held An Biru's hand tightly, not willing to let go for even a moment. Sister An gazed at him, a mix of shyness and joy appearing on her face, but suddenly, tears fell in torrents.
Just as Lin Wanrong was about to comfort her, An Biru wiped away her tears, chuckling, "Little brother, when you lie, it always sounds so true, you almost fooled me!"
"What lie? This is the truth!" The little brother protested.
Sister An looked at him tenderly, giggling, "Then I was wrong. Little brother, when you tell the truth, it always sounds like a lie!"
‘Isn't that the same thing? You're playing with me!’ Lin Wanrong's head felt as heavy as a bull's. Faced with the cunning yet charming Sister An, all his skills seemed useless.
Seeing him hanging his head, looking like a defeated rooster, An Biru's eyes brimmed with tender warmth, and she squeezed his hand silently, smiling.
"Tomorrow is the Flower Mountain Festival," she said softly.
"Hmm!"
"When will you come?"
"I'll think about it—"
He suddenly felt her hand relax in his palm. Sister An had silently turned her head away, her expression cold as frost. Lin Wanrong pulled her hand back, chuckling, "I was just considering how to avoid being beaten by Uncle Hannong again!"
"Is that so?!" An Biru turned back, biting her lip as she giggled coyly, her expression strangely eerie. Before Lin Wanrong could comprehend the situation, he felt a sudden chill on his buttocks, followed by waves of pain. Without a doubt, it was the piercing of silver needles.
Sister An's methods of retribution were unpredictable and elusive. Lin Wanrong, amidst his fright and surprise, strangely felt a sense of light-hearted ease while bickering with her.
He turned and smiled softly at An Biru, who paused, seemingly unable to continue her playful punishment, and lowered her head silently, her gaze soft and cheeks flushed with a rosy tint.
Lin Wanrong suddenly sighed, "I've been learning mountain songs with Yilian for several days, but I can only sing five. What should I do?"
An Biru shook her head with a smile, "How would I know?"
"I mean, Sister, can we cheat a little? Tell me what songs to sing tomorrow, and I'll go learn them from Yilian!"
Sister An huffed in mock anger, "I would never cheat. To win at the Flower Mountain Festival, we Miao people must rely on our own abilities."
Despite her outwardly carefree demeanor, An Biru was proud at heart and refused to cheat. Lin Wanrong was somewhat perplexed. With his limited abilities, standing out at the Flower Mountain Festival seemed an unthinkable feat.
"There's another thing. Zhaguo and the Magistrate of Xuzhou are colluding, and they had a secret meeting at Xiangyunlou today. Did you know?" Lin Wanrong spoke after a long silence.
"Of course," An Biru chuckled lightly, "Did you think I'm in the Miao village for nothing?"
Sister An indeed had skills, and Lin Wanrong was overjoyed, "What did they talk about? Can you tell me?"
Unexpectedly, An Biru shook her head firmly, "No! Whether it's the Flower Mountain Festival or the collusion between the factions, you must solve it yourself."
"Why?!" Lin Wanrong was baffled.
Sister An smiled sweetly, softly speaking, "I hope you can solve all these issues with your own methods and become a hero of our Miao village. Little brother, do you understand what I'm saying?"
A hero of the Miao village? Lin Wanrong blinked, suddenly realizing the significance.
Both the Flower Mountain Festival and the collusion between Nie Yuanqing and Zhaguo were closely related to the Miao village. An Biru certainly had the ability to deal with Zhaguo herself, but she preferred not to act against her own people, leaving the matter to her most trusted little brother. In other words, this was also a test.
For Sister An, it was essential that the man who would be her life partner be a true hero, respected by the entire Miao community, someone strong enough to lead her away in front of all the people. How little brother handled this would reveal his true worth, reflecting her deep intentions.
Lin Wanrong nodded helplessly, smiling bitterly, "I understand, but the pressure feels immense!"
"Little brother, you are truly clever," An Biru tenderly stroked his cheek, her eyes brimming with pride, "I believe in you, you will surely succeed!"
"I must do it, who else but me fell into the trap of you, the fox spirit?" He laughed heartily for a moment, but his expression suddenly changed as he remembered something urgent, "Master Sister, I need to ask you about something!"
An Biru, as if predicting his thoughts, spoke leisurely, "Is it about the poison in your little Turkic lover?"
"Yes, yes, Yueya'er!" The urgency of a life at stake overrode his concern for Sister An's sarcastic tone, and he clasped her hand anxiously, "Master Sister, what poison did Yujia suffer from?"
An Biru snorted coldly and turned her head away, "I forgot!"
Forgot? Lin Wanrong was so shocked he nearly fainted. Could one forget their own poison? Was there no justice left?
Seeing Sister An's cold and mocking gaze, he was powerless and had to suppress his anxiety, speaking carefully, "Sister, don't joke about such things. How can you forget? Yueya'er was once our enemy, but now that our countries have ceased hostilities, she's our friend. We can't betray a friend, right?"
"Just a friend?" An Biru bit her lip, huffing, "I suppose she's about to bear your son? You're quite capable, even matching up with the Golden Blade Khan!"
Lin Wanrong was stunned. The possibility of Yujia being pregnant was something even he couldn't confirm, let alone others. How did Sister An know?
"Don't worry," seeing his anxious and helpless state, An Biru felt both annoyed and sympathetic, patting his cheek with a playful laugh, "Behave tomorrow! Perform well, and maybe I'll remember the poison your little lover suffered from. Then, if you promise me one more thing, I'll be happier and might just cure her. Isn't that nice?"
Lin Wanrong replied helplessly, "But, the poison in Yujia is about to take effect, we can't delay!"
"Yes, indeed," An Biru blinked, "So, you must try even harder tomorrow. It's a matter of your little lover's life and safety! Hmph!"
Towards the end, she sounded sour again. Lin Wanrong, caught between laughter and tears, nodded hurriedly, "Master Sister, rest assured, even if you don't tell me, I will still win you over!"
Sister An's cheeks flushed, and she glanced at him with mock anger, "That's not certain! I might not let you win me over!"
Seeing her relaxed attitude, completely unconcerned about the poison in Yujia, Lin Wanrong's anxiety was evident. But he knew Sister An's temperament; if she was unwilling to speak now, she would definitely not reveal anything until the end of the Flower Mountain Festival the next day.
