His handsome face was reflected with warm orange light and had a smile as gentle and bright as the spring breeze.

It seemed as if the wind and snow in the sky had become gentler with his arrival, the wind was soothing and the snowflakes were light.

Juanbi felt relieved.

Gu Yanfei in the pavilion turned his head and looked in the direction of Chu Yi.

The moment their eyes met, Chu Yi smiled slightly, and the smile couldn't stop overflowing from his eyes, making his face even warmer.

Sihai walked beside him like a shadow, holding a tung oil umbrella in his hand. Gu Yuan also rushed to the farm with Chu Yi.

Gu Yuan walked behind Chu Yi, one hand quietly slung over the long sword at his waist, striding with his head held high and full of vigor.

He looked around warily at the shadows lurking in the darkness, and heaved a sigh of relief: Fortunately, my sister is safe, fortunately...

Gu Yuan was on duty now and couldn't speak casually. He could only blink at her quickly, meaning, are you okay?

Gu Yanfei nodded slightly, looking calm.

The snow suddenly subsided and a gentle breeze blew. After a while, only a few scattered snowflakes remained in the night sky.

Soon, Chu Yi walked to a place less than ten feet away from the pavilion, and his eyes slowly moved from Gu Yanfei's face to the beautiful young man in red clothes sitting opposite the table.

He raised his lips and smiled softly, his brows relaxed, his eyes fixed firmly on the young man's stunning face, and pointed out the other party's identity in one sentence: "Lord Xiahou, long time no see."

"Why didn't you tell me that your lord was coming to the capital? I can entertain you and catch up with you."

The gentle tone is neither fast nor slow, neither light nor heavy.

Of course Gu Yuan also heard it. He was stunned at first, but then he reacted and realized the person this name represented.

The young man in red sitting with my sister was actually Xiahou Qing from Nanyue.

The Lord of Tianyuansi, who was rumored to be in charge of half of the government of South Vietnam and held half of the military power, was a person who even the Crown Prince of South Vietnam had to be humble when meeting him. He was a person who could make everything happen in South Vietnam with a wave of his hand!

According to rumors, Xiahou Qing was ruthless and courageous in killing people. He once helped Nanyue conquer the southwestern Qiang tribe in one fell swoop, allowing Nanyue to expand its territory by 30%. He also imitated the previous dynasty and massacred ten clans of people, which shocked the whole country. Literati and scholars took up their pens to denounce him, but Xiahou Qing continued to do as he pleased.

This Xiahou Qing was a madman. It was said that once an imperial censor in the Nanyue court impeached him as a "treacherous and cunning man", he killed him on the spot. His blood splattered all over the Fengtian Palace and no one in the court dared to say a word.

There are countless such incidents.

Gu Yuan's expression changed uncontrollably in an instant, his heart tightened slightly, and he couldn't help feeling a little scared. He once again thankfully said to himself: Fortunately, he didn't come too late.

No one can survive Xiahou Qing's killing of anyone he wants to kill. The number of lives he has taken is probably more than the total population of the capital city.

Gu Yuan stared at Xiahou Yuan in the pavilion with complete concentration.

"So it's Master Yi." Xiahou Qing smiled familiarly, with his red lips raised high, as if he had just recognized Chu Yi, and said lazily, "Forget the hospitality, I have never liked these red tapes."

There was a dangerous light flashing in his inky black eyes, assessing the situation, speculating, thinking, and also a hint of fear.

Many speculations flashed through my mind like a flash of light.

Chu Yi smiled slightly and walked beside the haggard old man, his steps graceful and steady without any change.

The silver-haired old man's body tensed, and a sharp murderous intent flashed across his eyes, but when he saw that his master didn't say anything, he didn't move, and stayed rooted there like a dead tree.

Chu Yi walked into the pavilion alone and sat down comfortably between Gu Yanfei and Xiahou Qing without being invited.

Almost at the same moment, Xiahou Qing told the old man, "Old Qi, let them leave."

What?! The old man widened his eyes in disbelief and looked at Xia Houqing instinctively.

Xiahou Qing stroked his sleeves casually.

The great prince of Jing State dared to come to the pavilion alone, so what was he afraid of? ! Besides, if Chu Yi wanted to attack him, he would have brought more than just these small soldiers and crab generals to this manor.

How could the old man dare to question Xiahou Qing's decision? He put his fingers in a circle between his lips and immediately blew a sharp whistle.

Then, the ghostly black shadows on the roofs, walls, treetops, etc. disappeared silently into the darkness.

Sihai glanced at Chu Yi's eyes and raised his hand to wave him away.

The next moment, the royal guards around retreated like a tide without hesitation.

The torches also retreated and the surroundings became dark again.

On a night without wind and snow, the stars and the moon in the sky appear dimly between the dark clouds, and the scene is peaceful and serene.

The courtyard suddenly became empty again, leaving only muddy footprints on the snow.

Chu Yi looked at Gu Yanfei with a warm smile, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, with a smile at the corners of his eyes and a gentle expression.

Gu Yanfei's eyes rolled around, and he held his snow-white cheek with his right hand. He exchanged glances with him tacitly and started the conversation:

"It's better to arrive at the right time than to arrive early. I'm thinking about helping Master Xiahou seize the power of Yue State."

Hearing this, the old man outside the pavilion twitched his mouth again.

Chu Yi's eyes lightly swept over the purple pinch marks on Gu Yanfei's neck. His voice was tinged with a bit of coldness as he said calmly, "This matter is simple. Master Xiahou, do you want to listen to me?"

He imitated Gu Yanfei's tone and called the other party Master Xiahou. With just one sentence, he created an invisible boundary between the three of them.

He and Gu Yanfei were on this side, while Xiahou Qing belonged to the other side.

"Simple?" Xiahou Qing raised the last syllable of his voice, his eyebrows curved in a strange arc, making it impossible to tell whether he was happy or angry, let alone his true emotions.

"Yeah." Chu Yi nodded straightforwardly. His smile was as pure as the spring water flowing after the snow. "Would you like to talk?"

As the gentle evening breeze blew, the snow on the bamboo leaves fell like icing sugar. The low but unbending green bamboo proudly straightened its back, still green.

A faint, cool bamboo fragrance floats in the air, mixed with a hint of cool water vapor, quiet and elegant.

Xiahou Qing's fingers began to stroke the blood ring again, he looked at Chu Yi, and then at Gu Yanfei.

That day in Tianyin Pavilion, the two of them were together.

"You say." Xiahou Qing finally uttered two words, and a devilish smile appeared at the corner of his lips.

As he spoke, Chu Yi's eyes swept across the dagger on the table and the red sleeve cloth on the ground, knowing that Gu Yanfei had definitely not suffered any loss.

Chu Yi picked up the short sword and said slowly, "The current saint of Yue State, Baili Hong, has been on the throne for more than 20 years. He created the Qianming prosperous era and the national strength was once at its peak."

"However, in the past five or six years, Baili Hong has grown old and weak, and has indulged in extravagance and pleasure. He has lost the ambition to expand the territory, and the determination to work hard to govern the country."

"The Kingdom of Yue may seem to be flourishing, but in fact it has already begun to decline."

His warm voice flowed in the air as cool as ice water, with a slight smile on his face. He exuded an undeniable self-confidence in his bones and carried an imposing aura.

After a pause, he glanced at Gu Yanfei's focused little face from the corner of his eye, and his eyes curved with infinite warmth.

The flowers and trees in the courtyard danced in the evening breeze, and the rustling sound was like a low hum.

"According to the hexagram, the monarch is seriously ill." Gu Yanfei pointed at the compass with her index finger and said seriously, "The crown prince is regulating the country, brothers are at odds with each other, and nine sons are competing for the throne... Your country is in such chaos!" She concluded with emotion.

"I remember the fifteenth prince has just turned one year old." Chu Yi added at the right time.

The two of them are singing the same tune, and they are just short of saying it directly, how about just holding the emperor hostage to control the princes? !

Xiahou Qing's eyes twitched almost imperceptibly, and he began to look back and forth at the two of them. His charming pupils were as deep as an impenetrable valley.

He was at least certain that Chu Yi and Baili Yin were not in the same group.

“It is much more interesting to truly stand in that supreme position than to watch the wars between Yue and Jing from afar.” Chu Yi took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped the sword.

The silver blade exuded a chill colder than snow in the light.

Xiahou Qing's lips condensed slightly. He stroked the broken left sleeve and hid it under the stone table, out of sight, out of mind. At the same time, he slightly tilted his head to look at Chu Yi. His beautiful profile was smiling and mocking in the dim light and shadow.

The young man in white clothes as white as snow is thin and fair, with an ethereal air, giving people a feeling of being too weak to wear clothes.

"Master Yi," Xiahou Qing smiled, his flawless features becoming even more beautiful, "You have been in Yue State for eight years without revealing a single detail. It's really hard for you."

What a sick young man!

Chu Yi's words were very convincing and he persuaded himself to use the emperor to control the princes. Naturally, he did not have good intentions. He hoped that there would be civil strife in Yue State so that Jing State could have some breathing space. This was similar to his plan of "diverting troubles to the east".

Xiahou Qing clapped his hands in admiration and said mockingly, "I am ashamed of myself!"

The narrow, thin, shiny and smooth sword blade clearly reflected Chu Yi's eyes which were deeper than the night sky.

Chu Yi smiled without saying anything. Suddenly, he twisted his wrist and danced a beautiful sword flower towards Xiahou Qing, emitting silver light.

However, Xiahou Qing did not dodge at all. Instead, the old man changed his expression and exclaimed, "My Lord!"

The sword flashed, and the next moment, the dagger was put back into the sheath with a crisp collision sound.

The action of returning to the sheath is as smooth and natural as flowing water, without any drag.

There was a bloodstain on the back of Xiahou Qing's right hand.

The red blood and white skin formed a sharp contrast.

This is also a response from Chu Yi.

Is this also a demonstration? Xiahou Qing's eyes swept across the pinch marks on Gu Yanfei's neck thoughtfully, and he licked the blood on the back of his hand with the tip of his tongue. A little blood stained his lower lip, making him look even more charming.

(End of this chapter)