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Finest Servant Chapter 550
🕑 Added 2023-10-11 09:48:23 +0000 UTCChapter 550 The Fleeing Nomad
Lin Wanrong looked puzzled. "Miss Yujia, what are you talking about? It's all a bit vague. Can you explain it more clearly and in detail?"
The young woman, defiant with integrity, stared intently at him. "Do you genuinely not remember what happened last night? I woke up this morning on your bed. What did you do to me?"
"Why were you lying on my bed?" Lin Wanrong's eyes widened in disbelief. "Miss Yujia, even if that happened, shouldn't you be the one explaining? It was you who climbed onto my bed, yet now you're blaming me—"
"Nonsense! How could I possibly—?" She cut herself off, her face flushing with anger and humiliation as tears began to stream down her cheeks.
This Turkic maiden could be intelligent at times, naive at others, sometimes noble, sometimes vulnerable. Lin Wanrong was mesmerized by her ever-changing expressions. "You didn’t climb onto my bed? How odd. Then who was it that I found in my bed when I returned from patrolling the camp this morning?"
"I—I don't know." Yujia lowered her head, her voice barely audible. "When I woke up, you were nowhere to be seen."
Lin Wanrong nodded slowly. "Well, it must have been the god of the grasslands lending a hidden hand—ah, no matter. I won't hold it against you, even though my bedding has been mysteriously ruined. I'm a very easygoing person. Let's let bygones be bygones. You don't even have to wash the sheets—"
"Stop it. Your bed is as filthy as a dog's kennel; what bedding are you talking about?" Yujia was both embarrassed and angry.
"Oh, is it? You seem to remember it quite vividly," Lin Wanrong laughed. "It's a campaign bed; simplicity is to be expected. You'll get used to it—perhaps you might even grow to like the smell."
"I certainly will not," Yujia snapped back, glaring at him, her cheeks flushed and her eyes captivatingly deep.
Her figure was alluring, her chest heaving softly, her slender legs firm and agile under her thin skirt. From a distance, she looked like a young leopardess ready to pounce, full of raw power and sensuality. Every scowl and every flash of anger seemed to intensify her exotic allure.
‘Good heavens, is she trying to tempt me into sin?’ Lin Wanrong's heart pounded, and he swallowed hard. Yujia was a complex blend of innocence, wisdom, nobility, and allure. What intrigued him most was her indomitable spirit, something any male would want to conquer.
Seeing Lin Wanrong gaping at her, almost drooling, and his eyes fixated intently on her, Yujia felt a surge of blush color her cheeks even more. "Shameless rogue, what are you looking at?!"
"Watching a game—ah, no, I'm using my wise and profound gaze to search for the laws that govern the growth of all things in the universe." Lin Wanrong wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth, focused on her chest, and said without blinking, "Little sister Yueya’er, after the battle, could you take me to your home? I want to see what kind of fertile grass can nourish you to be so—big!" His eyes widened, and his hands formed a round shape, exaggerating a spherical gesture.
"If you want to go, I'll give you the chance," Yueya’er responded, her lips curling into a sweet smile, her expression irresistibly charming, and her tone inexplicably gentle. "Sir Wo Lao Gong, where will you attack next?"
The bandit with the dark face had a glint of green light in his eyes, and drool flowed freely from his mouth. Seemingly unaware, he mused, "The next target? I'm planning to attack—"
Yujia's eyes lit up with joy, but she kept her expression calm, quietly hummed in acknowledgment, and listened to him continue.
"—to attack right here!" The bandit didn't even have time to wipe his drool as he pointed straight at her chest, his laughter both lecherous and despicable.
Yueya’er was slightly stunned; her pretty face flushed red, and she inwardly hummed in annoyance. When she looked up at Lin Wanrong, she saw his eyes filled with green light and his mouth dripping with saliva, completely captivated by her beauty. This didn't look like a joke.
Was this his true intention? Yueya’er thought, her cheeks burning. "Shameless Great Hua man!"
Her eyes glinted, her brows furrowed slightly, and her face turned cold as she said, "Sir Wo Lao Gong, I hope you respect Yujia's dignity and refrain from making such indecent remarks. We Turkic women are not to be trifled with."
‘Huh, this young lady was just acting as charming as a vixen a moment ago; how did she become an ice cube so quickly?’ Lin Wanrong thought, intrigued by the sudden change. "I can respect your dignity, but I also hope Miss Yujia respects my 'beastliness.' Evolution from man to beast was not easy for me either!"
Yujia chuckled lightly, responding, "I've never heard anyone proudly proclaim themselves as a beast, and yet you seem quite pleased with yourself. Are all Great Hua men as thick-skinned as you?"
"What's the use of having thick skin? It's not like it can be eaten," Lin Wanrong stared at the young girl's beautiful and captivating face and smirked. "On the other hand, how many beautiful women like little sister Yueya’er do you Turkic people have? I'm really looking forward to it."
Yueya’er gave a slight nod, the cold light in her eyes almost imperceptible. "Turkic women are hardworking, simple, and endowed with wisdom, beauty, and resilience. They can fight on horseback and remain behind the scenes, shining like pearls on the grassland, and there are countless outstanding individuals among them. The strength of our tribe owes much to the contributions of our women."
‘So she's a feminist too,’ Lin Wanrong exclaimed, laughing, "Indeed, women hold up half the sky! But from what you've described, little sister Yueya’er, the status of Turkic women seems much higher than I had imagined."
"Can a woman hold up half the sky?" Yujia chuckled, her demeanor exuding unparalleled charm. "Your analogy is quite amusing. Sir Wo Lao Gong, ever since I met you, this is the only phrase that has been music to my ears." She laughed softly, her beauty radiant and her ample chest moving in gentle waves, reminiscent of a tempting red apple.
At times she was regal, at others cold, and then seductive. These ever-changing moods made Lin Wanrong itch with curiosity. He couldn't help but chuckle, "Really? Have we found common ground then?"
Yujia playfully shook her head, "Not necessarily. Sir Wo Lao Gong, the difference between you and me is like that between man and beast. How can we have a common language?" She looked at him with a faint smile, her face slightly flushed, her lips curved in amusement, and her long eyelashes quivering. She looked both adorable and alluring.
Lin Wanrong seemed entranced by her face, nodding seriously, "Alright then. Tonight, let's act like beasts!"
...
"Tsk. Shameless!" Yujia exclaimed softly, her cheeks flushed like a sweet, tempting red fruit. The sight made one's heart race. "Sir Wo Lao Gong" stared at her, drooling.
Watching the infatuated look on Lin Wanrong's face, Yueya'er's deep eyes revealed a hint of a smug smirk.
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"First touch, touch the edge of sister's hair. Second touch, touch sister's face..." Lin Wanrong sang as he rode his horse, swaying from side to side, humming happily.
Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu exchanged glances, both surprised. The song he sang in the morning was so refined. How did he become so lewd in just a few hours?
Gao Qiu hummed and laughed, "Oh, is this a new song by Brother Lin? I've never heard it before. My apologies."
‘Acting!’ Hu Bugui shot him a disdainful look. ‘When you, Old Gao, sang the 'Eighteen Touches', General Lin was probably still playing in the mud!’
[TL: here is the YouTube link for the song Eighteen Touches: (4352) 【黑瞎子】十八摸 - YouTube ]
"Brother Lin," Gao Qiu caught up and whispered into Lin Wanrong's ear with a sly grin, "How are things with Yueya'er? Earlier, I saw you two getting quite close. What were you two talking about? I bet something happened last night."
Lin Wanrong narrowed his eyes and smiled, "Don't think of me as someone so casual. We discussed serious matters. About heaven and earth, yin and yang, man and woman, human and beast..."
Heaven, earth, yin, yang, man, woman, human, beast? That's deep. Gao Qiu smirked, "Then, congratulations on finding someone to warm your bed."
"Warm my bed?" Lin Wanrong grinned, "Brother Gao, you've got it wrong. I think she wants me to warm her bed."
Gao Qiu's eyes widened in shock, "Really? She dared to invite you? Can the bed even handle it? How is that possible?"
"All these cunning and inappropriate matters might harm your pure soul, Brother Gao. Let me handle them," Lin Wanrong said with a smile, patting his shoulder, "Your main task now is to ensure everything goes smoothly tonight."
Gao Qiu patted his bulging chest confidently and declared, "With me around, you can rest easy, Brother Lin. I excel at tasks like these."
Lin Wanrong nodded with a smile. Just then, Hu Bugui approached and reported, "General, according to our scouts, over 3,000 Turkic cavalry are heading directly for Dalanzha. They're currently only less than 50 miles away from us."
Lin Wanrong looked up at the sky, where the setting sun was slowly sinking toward the horizon. He hummed thoughtfully before asking, "Brother Hu, how much longer do you think the Turkic cavalry will take to set up camp?"
Hu Bugui pondered for a moment before cautiously answering, "These 3,000 Turks have been riding nonstop since last night, only pausing for the time it takes to drink two cups of tea. Such a rapid advance would wear out not just the people but also their horses. They must camp to replenish their supplies; otherwise, they won't get another thirty miles before their horses collapse from exhaustion. According to our scouts, they've already sent out fast riders up ahead. It appears they're planning to set up camp as night falls. Once their horses have water and fodder, they could recover most of their stamina within two hours. They could then continue their advance during the latter half of the night."
Hu Bugui knew the Turkic people well and was an expert in horse rearing. His analysis was meticulous and aligned perfectly with the reports from their scouts.
"Regardless, the Turks will certainly have to replenish their supplies tonight," Lin Wanrong affirmed, pacing slowly. "If they set up camp, even if they only rest for an hour, that should give Brother Gao enough time to execute our plan."
Hu Bugui chuckled, "Having enough time is one thing. The real challenge will be for Brother Gao to appear at the right moment before the Turks, and then infiltrate their camp without making a sound."
"Difficult, yes, but not impossible," Lin Wanrong nodded. He then raised his voice, "Instruct our scouts to keep an eye on the Turkic cavalry's movements and report back at all times."
As Hu Bugui scanned the surroundings, he suddenly exclaimed, "Wait, where did Brother Gao go?"
Lin Wanrong offered a mysterious smile, "Just wait, he'll reappear soon enough."
No sooner had he spoken, shouts erupted from behind their ranks, "It's bad, the nomads have escaped!"
Both men turned quickly to see that the forty or so captives, members of Yueya’er’s tribe who had been bound together, had somehow been untied. They let out furious roars as they seized nearby horses, swiftly mounting them and galloping away into the distance.
"Do not let them escape, kill them!" Lin Wanrong's fiery roar echoed far and wide. Hundreds of soldiers fiercely pursued the fleeing Turks, arrows shooting out like raindrops. The last three Turks screamed as they were hit and fell off their horses.
Among the fleeing nomads, one man had his hat pulled low, his face obscured by a full beard. This man kept looking back and letting out enraged roars at Lin Wanrong's soldiers, appearing very menacing.
Hu Bugui stared at the defiant figure of the escaping nomad for a moment before suddenly bursting into laughter, "Well played, Brother Gao. You even managed to fool me!"
