Shadow Guard Delivering a Mantou: Chapter 16 "Hundred Flower Festival"

Updated: Feb 25





"What's the matter? Is there gold in the blanket?" Xing Beiming, in a good mood, sat down on the bed. He patted the blanket, accidentally or deliberately, touching the round form under the quilt.

"Master!" Hearing Xing Beiming's question, although it was a tease, Seventeen, who had been accustomed to proper etiquette, suddenly jumped up, reddened but still preparing to bow and ask for forgiveness. "Master, this Subordinate was disrespectful--please punish me!"

Xing Beiming's good mood vanished in an instant. "Disrespectful? Tell me about your disrespect. This Bao Zhu has said many times before. You are now a personal guard. A guard has the rules of a guard. You keep kneeling every time. Are you ignoring my words like the blow of the wind? Or do you think that this Bao Zhu won't punish you because of your current condition?"

Seventeen's red face turned pale, still kneeling awkwardly, he stammered, "No... this Subordinate dare not, but...please punish me, Master."

Seeing him like this, Xing Beiming couldn't help but miss the crimson face from before. It was more pleasing to his eyes, but now that it's like this, he was irritated! "Get up, lie down, lay on the blanket, and reflect. The next time you repeat such behavior, this Bao Zhu will not go easy on you, do you hear? Don't let me say it a second time."

"Yes, Master." Seventeen obediently went under the blanket, straightening himself to sleep.

Xing Beiming grew tired from his sleeping posture, but earlier, he did speak too harshly. At this moment, Seventeen's nerves would still be alert, fearing of making mistakes again. After a moment of thought, he felt it was necessary to leave. So Xing Beiming, who had just entered less than a quarter of an hour ago, got up again and left.

Meanwhile, Seventeen's stiff body took a while to finally relax.

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The Hundred Flowers Festival was postponed for two days due to the Flower Snatching case. The Martial Law in the city was over, and the town was crowded with people once more. Children must be careful not to be lost in the crowd when they go out!

The Hundred Flowers Festival, in layman's terms, is the beauty pageant. This beauty pageant, held once every ten years, brings together all the flowers from the north of Yan State, south of the Yangtze River, including the southwest coast. Of course, beauty is not the only requirement and talent among the well-known beautiful women selected from various places. Women who have confidence can also recommend themselves. Still, they have to rely on their ability to get into the eyes of the public, so in the end, the girls who have made it into the city of Suoyun, where the Hundred Flowers Festival is held, are all well prepared!

A large stage platform was erected on Yunliu Lake's shore, and there was an exquisite background curtain. In front of the curtain were the gentry, wealthy, and dignitaries who held the Hundred Flower Festival. Behind the curtain were various temporary tents. The girls were preparing in their tent, and the martial law team of Suoyun County stayed at their posts to prevent riots and unforeseen accidents.

Relying on their strengths and Qinggong, Xing Beiming, and Ke Weiqing had long chosen the most suitable place for viewing: the Zuiyan Building roof on the opposite side of the platform. Although they could sit in front of the curtain with their identities, however, this trip was only a personal adventure. They were willing to be low key in such an event.

Their method was admired by the people below, since others had to endure the crowd and sweat searching for a better view. The people flooded in, their clothes fluttering, enhancing the magnificent and colorful scenery. The ordinary folks who don't know martial arts could only sigh at the rooftop above with envy, but continued to hustle on.

Someone with a fair amount of Qinggong landed not far away from Xing Beiming with the others, and was about to flash them a triumphant look -- See. I can do it too! But before his face could express such meaning, his eyes were caught, followed by an open-mouthed speechlessness.

Zuiyan Building is located on the bank of Yunliu Lake, the most beautiful place in Suoyun City. As a famous restaurant, not only the pillars on the walls were beautifully decorated, but the roof is also meticulously built. Although there are sharp stone pillars in the middle, there are platforms around them. The corners of the eaves are just right for people to sit cross-legged. On this narrow platform, the first four people who came up sat on a thick mattress that appeared very soft, and there were fruits and pastries beside them. Chatting and laughing, their appearance was really….magnificent...

Actually, it's because of...Xing Beiming's "The Master's Illness." Ke Weiqing was used to such comforts, with Seventeen was still in the observation period, while Yingqi just followed along for pleasure...

Yingqi picked up a crisp apple and handed it to Seventeen. "Shiqi, it's good to eat more fruit."

Ke Weiqing narrowed his eyes at him, "Oh~ so you have to eat more nutritious fruit. Shiqi Guard, this is the last snow pear. Let this Shao Ben give it to you?"

Ke Weiqing had already consumed the snow pears multiple times, which is why only one was left, an indication enough to show his love for snow pears. Seventeen hurriedly shook his head, "There's no need, Ke Gongzi, you can eat it yourself."

Ke Weiqing then serenely stretched his hand and opened his mouth wide, preparing to take a bite, squatting. The sound of the upper and lower teeth colliding and a loud voice attracted Seventeen and Shadow Seven to look back. Ke Weiqing held his right hand in a circle with his mouth open about to bite, but there was nothing in his hand...

"Eat." A snow-white pear suddenly appeared before Seventeen, and he was taken aback. Xing Beiming handed the pear into Seventeen's hand, without caring for others' looks. He continued to eat the pastries and watch the pageant.

Seventeen looked at the pear in his hand for a long, long time but couldn't help but take a bite. It was so sweet...

Ke Weiqing finally regained his senses and couldn't help but burst. "Xing Beiming, you value beauty over friends! How dare you!"

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