Chapter 1098: Chapter 321: Feng Zhaoyang Arc (4)
Yuchi, Feng Zhaoyang, and the courtesan sat and talked for a long time. By the time Yuchi and Feng Zhaoyang finally left Yunxiang Pavilion, Feng Zhaoyang was already staring at Yuchi impatiently: "So? Fellow Daoist, didn’t I tell you she’s actually a very positive, upbeat sort of person? She’s pretty great, right?"
He’d noticed that the courtesan and Yuchi actually got along quite well; their conversation had been very relaxed. So would Yuchi choose to help this courtesan now?
Would he?
Would he!
Yuchi scratched his head in confusion and said:
"Uh, isn’t this something between the two of you? What’s it got to do with me, Zong Liangqing? I just came over to be a background extra, and after tonight you won’t see me again. I’ve still got other things to do."
He’d already said a lot to Feng Zhaoyang earlier. Anyway, he’d talked it out to this point; what happened with Feng Zhaoyang and the courtesan after this had nothing to do with him, Yuchi.
Right now he just wanted to go back to the inn, soak his feet in peace, then buy a roast duck to eat. A bite of roast duck, a bite of skewers—tonight would count as splurging a bit.
Feng Zhaoyang instantly deflated:
"Fellow Daoist Zong, don’t you think Li Ruolan is a good woman? Why do you look so unenthusiastic, even saying you’re leaving? You seemed to be chatting quite happily just now. Don’t tell me it’s because you’re mindful that she’s my woman, so you feel awkward about it?"
"If that’s the case, then your concern is unnecessary. There’s absolutely no problem with this kind of thing. Not to mention she’s not even my wife yet. The most, most, most important point is that you are you, Fellow Daoist Zong. So if you have that sort of thought, then don’t overthink it at all. You can’t hide the look of someone who likes a woman. I definitely won’t harbor any harmful thoughts toward you. I’d actually be quite happy."
"Why don’t you give it a try?"
The look of someone who likes a woman can’t be hidden; the look of someone itching to stab a man also can’t be hidden. Yuchi was utterly baffled. He glanced at Feng Zhaoyang, puzzled: "I really don’t get it. If she’s the woman you like, why are you trying to shove her at me?"
It was genuinely weird. In the ethical codes of his previous life, where did you ever see something like this? This simply wasn’t a mainstream morality. And it wasn’t just Feng Zhaoyang now—back then his own big brother Wei Zhe had also wanted to introduce Miss Xiangxiang to him.
That was really bizarre.
Are men in this world this enthusiastic about sharing? You can even share something like this? What next, treat her like an ice pop—half for you, half for me, and you’re my "better half"?
This time it was Feng Zhaoyang’s turn to be curious. Walking beside Yuchi, the two of them strolled down the streets of the State Capital as night quietly fell.
Lanterns were just being lit, night still young, pipes and flutes and singing, by the old road.
He explained:
"Because it really isn’t that complicated. It’s like a very good cup of tea, or a very good pot of wine, or a really great book, or a particularly fun game. When you, Fellow Daoist Zong, taste such tea soup or come across a good book, you’ll definitely want to share it with others, right?"
"Since all those things are like that, why is it suddenly not okay when it comes to a courtesan? Are you looking down on courtesans?"
"Or are you just being a double-standard dog?"
Yuchi: "..."
How the hell are these the same thing?
A big hat was slammed right down on his mangy dog head. So feelings really can be shared like that?!
Although Yuchi had told himself again and again that, as an outsider, he shouldn’t use his own fragile values to judge the mainstream values of this world, this was still a bit too bizarre.
No way, no way. If the heavens saw something like this, his life would definitely be forfeit. Anything that directly crashed headlong into his way of thinking absolutely could not happen.
And even if it did happen, he couldn’t let that thieving heaven see it.
Feng Zhaoyang: "..."
This guy looked unreliable at a glance. But since Yuchi had already said as much, he still reminded him: "Fellow Daoist, it’s not just me who’s supporting her. From what she’s vaguely let slip, there seems to be another big shot secretly backing her, wanting to make her a palace courtesan."
"Big shot?"
Yuchi casually snagged a roast duck from a stall by the roadside. "What kind of big shot? Could they outrank you, the Great Sect Leader of the Legendary Sect? Hahaha."
You really are a dog... Feng Zhaoyang chuckled and said, "I don’t know exactly what kind of big shot it is, but I think maybe we should support her together. Who knows, we might even get to be friends with that big shot. And didn’t you say you wanted to make money here in the State Capital? This is an opportunity."
"If you can profit from this matter, you could rake in a huge sum all at once. Then you wouldn’t need to seize my Storage Ring, and you certainly wouldn’t have to care about my measly odds and ends."
Uh.
Yuchi pondered for a moment. Would a big shot really support this Li Ruolan? Why? Would a big shot ever be short of women? That made no sense. So why would a big shot back Li Ruolan? Logically it just didn’t add up. Could it really be as simple as being bewitched by her?
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