Chapter 397: The Peach Blossom Blocker

"To answer the young master, it was Miss Huang, the girl who was rescued from the carriage by Guard Lu in Tan City." Chu Liuzheng stepped aside two steps, revealing the person outside the door.

Her move allowed Huang Ting to see the situation inside the box clearly.

She bowed to Xiao Jingfan, who was standing by the window, and said softly, "I'm sorry if I disturbed Young Master Wang's pleasure by coming here without any hesitation."

Hearing this, Xiao Jingfan raised the corners of his lips slightly. "A few days ago, the young lady came to express her gratitude, but I was meeting a friend and couldn't get away. It was impolite. If the young lady doesn't mind, please come in for a cup of tea and let me express my apologies."

Under the bright candlelight, the young man stood tall and graceful, with a noble demeanor and charming appearance.

The smile on his lips made the young man look more approachable, and Huang Ting was almost stunned immediately.

[Tsk tsk, the tyrant actually used his beauty to lure Miss Huang. Look how bewitched she is, she can't even move her eyes.]

Xiao Jingfan's eyes twitched and he almost changed his face on the spot.

At the same time, a few light coughs were heard in the box. Zhou Yuande put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the woman at the door with disgust in his heart.

He knew his Majesty was good-looking, but it was rather rude for an unmarried girl to stare intently at a strange man. As expected, they were from a small family, and their etiquette and manners were not as good as those of the ladies in the capital.

Huang Ting came back to her senses, her cheeks immediately flushed with shame, a little hot. Fortunately, she was covered by the veil, so no one noticed.

She calmed herself down and bowed to Xiao Jingfan again, her voice softer than before, and if you listened carefully, there was even a hint of tenderness in her words: "In that case, sorry to bother you."

[As expected, humans always act as if they don't care about money when facing their own white moonlight.]

Chu Liuzheng sighed secretly, and while inviting people in, he said, "Second Miss will inevitably feel lonely if she stays alone in the box. Why not invite everyone in as well?"

Hearing this, Huang Ting looked up at her, and Chu Liuzheng saw a hint of surprise in her eyes.

Chu Liuzheng blinked. Was there anything wrong with what she said?

"Thank you for your concern, young lady. You don't have to bother me." Huang Ting's eyes turned and she spoke with a doting tone, "Ying'er couldn't sit still in the box, so she took Dong'er backstage. I'll only sit for a while and then go back."

In this case, Chu Liuzheng would not mention inviting Huang Ying over.

The box door closed again.

Xiao Jingfan walked over and sat down at the table. Huang Ting was embarrassed to sit directly next to him, so she turned slightly sideways and sat opposite him.

Chu Liuzheng picked up the teapot and poured tea. He placed the cup in front of Huang Ting and wanted to step aside to watch the show, but he heard Xiao Jingfan say, "Sit here."

He raised his hand and pointed to the place beside him.

Chu Liuzheng: “…”

She subconsciously glanced at Huang Ting.

Because of the veil, it was impossible to see her expression.

Chu Liuzheng glanced at Xiao Jingfan again.

[Tyrant, do you want me to be a tool to block your romantic interests?]

She rejected it in her heart.

After all, eating melons is fun, and being eaten like a melon is...

She cleared her throat and was about to find an excuse to refuse when Xiao Jingfan glanced over and Chu Liuzheng sat down quickly.

[Hmm~ It's not that we didn't try hard, but the tyrant's eyes are too scary. ]

Xiao Jingfan: "..."

Chu Liuzheng faced Huang Ting's gaze, his eyes looking at his nose and his nose looking at his heart, as if he were a piece of emotionless stone.

From time to time, a gaze would fall on her, and although it would disappear in an instant, Chu Liuzheng could tell that the owner of the gaze was Huang Ting.

Xiao Jingfan's expression was normal, no, abnormally so, his expression and tone were gentle as he spoke to Huang Ting. If this happened in the Golden Palace, he would be treated like a second-rank official.

And his hands didn't stop. Sometimes he handed Chu Liuzheng a piece of fruit, sometimes a piece of snack, feeding him very naturally.

Chu Liuzheng didn't want to eat, but he didn't dare not to eat.

【Ah! What's going on?】

It's so unlucky.

She opened her mouth and took a bite of the fruit as if to vent her anger. It was unexpectedly sweet. Her eyes lit up and her resentment of being forced to be a tool dissipated a little.

Xiao Jingfan glanced at her, and when she finished eating, he reached out and gave her another one.

Chu Liuzheng began to gnaw without distraction.

Watching the interaction between the two, Huang Ting silently clenched the handkerchief in her sleeve, and a dark light flashed across her eyes.

At the same time, in box number three.

A young man with a dot of cinnabar on his brow was standing next to a handsome young man. At the man's request, he let down his wild red hair and picked out the finger-thick strands of hair and braided them into several braids.

The man looked at the braids hanging in front of his chest with boredom, humming a tuneless song. His voice was surprisingly soft and gentle, and occasionally he let out a chuckle.

This man was Yin Lanci in disguise.

She reached out and hooked her eldest disciple's belt, her tone carrying a strange rhythm: "Has the message been delivered?"

"I've sent it over," Ping Xuan replied softly, his fingers nimbly threading through the red hair. "Master, why did you suddenly want to dye your hair red?"

In the past, Yin Lanci always wore a wig even when he wanted to change his appearance. This was the first time he used his real hair.

Ping Xuan knew that Yin Lanci actually liked her hair that was mixed with black and white, and the whiter it was, the happier she was.

"It's a good omen." Yin Lanci's eyes, which had been carefully drawn to resemble Ping Xuan's, tilted sideways and asked with a smile, "Isn't it pretty?"

"It looks good." Ping Xuan straightened her braid. "Master looks good no matter what."

"Be good." Yin Lanci pulled him to sit beside him and leaned against him like a boneless person. Just as he was about to tease his apprentice, a man in green clothes suddenly pushed the door open and came in.

"Master, Huang Ting has entered box number one."

"My sister is really anxious." Yin Lanci giggled, her shoulders trembling, and even her newly braided hair trembled along with it. No one knew what she found funny.

She laughed enough, raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, and suddenly her brows darkened: "Everyone go out, and proceed according to the plan."

"Master, please let me stay." Qingju glanced at Pingxuan, "You can't live without someone by your side."

"Master, I'm here." Ping Xuan never had a good face towards him. When he said this, not only his face was cold, but his tone was also cold.

Qingju ignored him and continued, "If the master doesn't want me to stay, then I can leave Chi Nian behind. I can do whatever the master asks me to do by myself."

Yin Lanci raised his eyes to look at Ping Xuan and snorted, "Do you want him to stay?"

Ping Xuan: "No."

"All up to you." Yin Lanci stretched out his hand and waved at Qingju, asking him to leave.

Qingju was anxious: "Master, slave——"

Before he could finish his words, his body suddenly trembled, and he knelt down on one knee, making an uncomfortable hoarse sound in his throat.

Yin Lanci didn't even look at him. Her white fingers slid slowly across Ping Xuan's cheek, occasionally creating some harmless little wounds, then she leaned over to lick the blood clean, her eyes narrowed in enjoyment.

Qingju looked at her stubbornly, veins bulging on his neck and the back of his hands, black blood constantly flowing from the corners of his lips and dripping down his jaw.

Yin Lanci: "Back off."

Chi Nian hurried forward and half-supported and half-carried Qingju out.

(End of this chapter)