I Have a Date with a Thousand-year-old Female Corpse
Chapter 763 Brother-in-law, you’re so naughty_1

Chapter 763: Chapter 763 Brother-in-law, you’re so naughty_1

A more dramatic scene unfolded. Under Su Liyan’s performance that was as plaintive as rain beating on banana leaves, that young master actually drank a small bottle given to him by Su Liyan without any caution.

Afterward, the young master earnestly promised that he would come to marry her riding on the Colorful Auspicious Cloud.

Once the young master left, Su Liyan skipped over to you all with a grin, "Brother-in-law, how was my acting just now?"

"It’s a shame you’re not an actor," you gave her a thumbs up.

Su Liyan wore a triumphant look, "Of course, I’ve studied with a master for several years."

Su Zhenghe opened his mouth to ask, "Sis, what exactly did you feed that idiot?"

Su Liyan spoke dismissively, "I don’t know, I haven’t even named it yet. I was bored the night before last, so I specially mixed a new kind of gu poison. I don’t know its effects or toxicity yet, but now I’ve got a guinea pig, anyway. We just need to wait and see what happens. Hmph, if it’s successful, I can take this thing and claim credit from Grandma!"

"Hey, do you know what the idiot’s name is?"

Su Liyan, who had just been incessantly calling him "Brother Zicong," frowned in thought, "What was it again? Oh, I think it’s Cen Zicong, yeah, Cen Zicong."

So, Cen Zicong is likely related to Cen Ziho.

As you were thinking, Su Zhenghe provided an answer, "Isn’t this idiot the legendary genius of the Cen Family, Cen Zicong, who could recite ’The Teacher’s Table’ at three, finished high school at nine, and completed a graduate degree at fifteen!?"

"Probably?" Su Liyan also seemed a bit uncertain, "His lower-class men mentioned his name when introducing him to others."

"Cen Zicong is renowned as the bright star of the Cen Family. Many of their clan’s plans are his handiwork. How did he end up being such an idiot in a third-rate idol drama with you?" Su Zhenghe, this sinister little boy, had a specialty: his sharp tongue.

At that moment, Su Liyan sneaked a glance at you for no reason.

Furrowing your brows, you asked, "Why are you looking at me? I’m not familiar with that Cen Zicong."

"Brother-in-law, you’re not mad at me, are you?"

"Mad at you? Why would I be mad at you?" you asked in surprise.

Su Liyan once again sneakily surveyed her surroundings before whispering to you, "I put a love-gu on that idiot."

"Love-gu?"

"Yeah, it’s a new strain I developed and improved when I was fifteen. The effect on someone infected is just like that idiot’s behavior earlier," Su Liyan blinked her bright eyes at you, "You’re not mad at me, right?"

"As long as you don’t target my relatives and friends, it’s your freedom as to what you do with anyone else. I can’t control that."

Hearing this, Su Liyan finally breathed a sigh of relief, patted her plump chest, causing her white peaks to tremble.

"Good, good, I thought you were the kind of noble person with a great sense of justice who would dislike me for this."

"Cut it out." You rolled your eyes, not taking half of what Su Liyan said seriously, "Besides, I’m not a Taoist priest. As long as it’s not an innocent person, that’s fine by me. It’s often said, ’A crooked beam makes a crooked post.’ Grandma Cen is clever and ruthless in her ways, and Cen Ziho is an outright scumbag. As their progeny and brother, Cen Zicong is certainly no kind man. If you were to cripple him, I would be clapping in joy."

"Cripple him?" Su Liyan waggled a jade finger gently, "No, no, no, brother-in-law, you know too little about my gu poison. Merely crippling someone is such a poor outcome. I wouldn’t let down the reputation of my Grandma, the Gu King of Shu region."

"There are other effects too?"

Su Liyan smiled mysteriously, "Ordinary gu poisons only target individuals, but the one I’ve developed is contagious."

"Contagious? How does it spread, through air or blood?"

Your question made Su Liyan, for the first time ever, blush on her delicate, beautiful face, and she looked at you shyly, "Brother-in-law, you’re so naughty, I’m not telling you anymore."

Then, she ran off, blushing and bashful.

After a moment of stunned silence, you turned to Su Zhenghe beside you and asked, "Hey, did I just say something?"

"No, everything’s normal." Su Zhenghe’s expression was also blank, clearly also at a loss as to why his older sister’s brain had suddenly short-circuited.

At half past seven in the morning, you left Star Picking Manor with Zhao’er, Wu Qiyi, Xi Yu, Su Liyan, and Su Zhenghe, gradually coming into everyone’s line of sight.

While the old lady from the Cen family was posting the martial arts competition notice, she was surreptitiously spreading the information that anyone who killed you would receive a very generous reward. So, almost everyone who appeared in front of you was your enemy!

According to Wu Qiyi, the venue for the martial arts competition was improvised.

Originally, Grandma Cen had planned to use the Mount Mao Sect’s venue, taking advantage of their formation to limit the Sen Luo Eye’s power.

But because of Wu Qiyi’s intervention, the Mount Mao Sect rejected the proposal, and the venue for the competition was changed to Dayan Rock instead.

The entire Dayan Rock is the private territory of Luanfeng Pavilion. Only now half of it is temporarily open to serve as the martial arts venue.

Wu Qiyi specially built a wooden platform for the competition, two meters high and roughly the size of a basketball court.

There weren’t many people who could get up to Dayan Rock, and there was no media.

You scanned with the Sen Luo Eye and knew at a glance how many people were there.

"The first match, Zhang San versus Li Si."

...

"The second match, Wang Wu versus Wu Liu."

...

"The third match, Zhu Qi versus Liu Ba."

Standing at the edge of the arena, Su Zhenghe complained to you, "Brother-in-law, aren’t these extras’ names a bit too casual?"

"Cough, maybe their parents were just as careless as the people of Yamato, randomly giving birth and naming them by number."

Apparently unaware of the anecdote about how people from Yamato named themselves, Su Zhenghe eagerly asked you, "Brother-in-law, tell me about the people of Yamato. It’ll give me something to brag about to my classmates when I go back to school."

You smiled, seeing that it would be a while before it was your turn, and immediately said with a laugh, "Actually, it’s nothing much. It’s just a rumor that’s circulating among the public, not to be taken seriously."

"But I love rumors, tell me, tell me."

Shrugging your shoulders, "The surnames of the people of Yamato sound quite odd, right? Things like Matsushita, Inoue, Asami, Watanabe, Koizumi, Kojima."

"Right, right, right." Su Zhenghe nodded eagerly.

"Before 1875, most ordinary people in Yamato didn’t have surnames, only given names; only the aristocracy had surnames. For the purpose of conscription and other reasons, their emperor issued an order, requiring all ordinary people to choose a surname for themselves, and they could pick any name they wanted, whatever they fancied. As we all know, after the Meiji Restoration, the people of Yamato experienced a great degree of liberation in matters of sexuality. Especially in the rural countryside, it was common to see men and women, naked as the day they were born, intertwined with each other on the ridges of fields, atop stone slabs by wells, under pine trees, by the riverside, or in the bushes next to a ferry point. Illiterate commoners found choosing a surname to be a difficult task, so in order to make do, those people began using their favorite ’hee-hee-hee’ spots as their surnames."

Hearing this, Su Zhenghe looked up at you with a serious face and said, "Brother-in-law."

"Hmm?"

"You’re so dirty."

"Get lost!"

Just then, you heard your name being called, "The ninth group, Li Muyun versus Zharang!"