Chapter 175 I Can't Live Like This Anymore

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Afraid to drive?

Does this mean they're assuming the person knocking is one of the seven men?

But the thought of who was coming still made him hesitate.

She withdrew her fingertips. "Um, maybe you shouldn't avoid this area?"

Although Yun Weize lived in Lianfutai, Xu Yanzhou rarely saw him.

Not to mention those who are direct disciples.

Lying in her yard late at night, it's a bit...inappropriate, isn't it?

In case I get recognized.

Yun Weize abruptly lifted his eyelashes, fixed his gaze on her, and uttered two words:

"Go, open."

Jiang Xianwan: "..." Fine, I'll open it then!

She had never seen Yun Weize so domineering before, and suddenly she had the feeling that if she dared not open her mouth, Yun Weize could strangle her in the next second.

Jiang Xianwan suddenly stood up, slipped on her shoes, ran a few steps, and turned back, saying, "Then please don't make a sound."

Yun Weize: "..." Is he some kind of shameful, shady man?

Or is the person who arrived one of the remaining two?

Yun Weize's chest heaved slightly, his eyes narrowed slightly, and one corner of his lips curled up very gently.

The eyelids cover the eyes like a thin veil, the outer corners of the eyes are condensed into a single line, extremely restrained, where is there any trace of warmth or aloofness, only endless resentment.

Jiang Xianwan, enduring that piercing gaze that seemed to peel away skin, opened a crack in the window and coughed lightly, "Senior Brother Qin."

The young man carrying a long sword outside the door was none other than Qin Qin.

He doesn't smile much, so when he does, it's with a hint of shyness.

"Junior Sister Wanwan, did I disturb you?"

Jiang Xianwan glanced at the pavilion, which was blurred in the rain and mist, out of the corner of her eye. "...No."

After hesitating for a moment, he asked again, "Did Senior Brother Qin want to see me about something?"

Qin Qin nodded slightly. "May I come in and talk?"

Jiang Xianwan, with one foot stuck on the threshold and one hand gripping the door frame, was speechless.

How should I put it? It's inconvenient.

The two people, one outside the door and the other inside, stared at each other through the crack in the door and through the lingering misty rain.

"How about we go outside..."

"despair."

The crisp sound of teacups clinking clearly pierced through the rain and mist, interrupting their eye contact. Qin Qin subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound.

He was positioned perfectly; by tilting his head slightly, he could clearly see the pavilion shrouded in the misty rain.

A person was lying on a bamboo chair under the pavilion.

The flowing robes, adorned with delicate gold and silver threads, were bathed in a soft, flowing light. The wide sleeves slid down to the elbows, creating layers of soft cloud patterns that revealed slender wrists.

Her jet-black hair, like the finest silk, almost blended into her black clothing.

It's as if ink marks are lazily spreading across a painting in the rain.

Her face is not fully visible, yet one can still glimpse her stunning beauty from half a profile.

Completely relaxed, he sank into the bamboo chair, one straight leg slightly bent, the other leg lazily stretched out, a lychee between his fingertips, leisurely and comfortable.

It was as if he were the master of this courtyard.

It's not Su Qingliu, not Bai Ziye, not Lin Yujin, not Fengyi Sword Master.

Qinqin's mind went blank for a moment.

He tried to look away, forcing a smile, not even knowing what he said, before turning and disappearing into the night.

His dazed gaze fell upon a figure in green robes, holding a green umbrella, walking towards him. He became even more distracted, forgetting to greet her, and brushed past the man who was not looking at him.

Jiang Xianwan closed the door, and, braving the fine rain, jogged back to the pavilion.

His tone carried a hint of resentment.

Didn't I tell you to keep quiet?

Senior Brother Qin probably never imagined that a man was hiding in her courtyard late at night.

Jiang Xianwan had a headache, so he listlessly kicked off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the prayer mat.

Yun Weize paused slightly as he peeled the lychee, placed the flesh back on the plate, rested his elbow on the bamboo chair, propped his chin on his hand, and gazed at her hair, which was damp with a layer of mist.

Jiang Xianwan was dressed casually, perhaps because she was in her own courtyard. Her black hair was tied up haphazardly with a bone hairpin, and her long black hair flowed down her slender neck, cascading down her back like a waterfall, making her waist appear excessively thin.

She was wearing a white dress, with a snow-white belt wrapped around her waist three times. Her skin, exposed outside the dress, was as white as snow, but her complexion was as radiant as fire.

Yun Weize's gaze swept over the pink toes beneath the hem of the skirt, a fleeting flicker in his eyes. Without a sound, he deftly flicked his fingertips, skillfully swatting back the newly emerging black flower buds.

"I am upright and honorable."

Unlike someone else.

"Hiding it away."

Someone: "..."

Jiang Xianwan felt as if she had been struck in the chest by three arrows in quick succession. She instinctively wanted to retort, but then glanced at the sky with a sense of frustration.

Okay, okay, she's hiding it, she's concealing it.

That's enough.

Does she expect her to dig two men out of their coffins, show them to them, and say, "These are the other two?"

That's way off track.

But then Yun Weize chuckled and said, "Am I right?"

Jiang Xianwan wanted to retort, but then she heard a deep and indifferent voice behind her, "That's certainly true."

She instantly tightened her skin again.

Hua Buxiu, dressed in a blue robe, looked languid as he closed his umbrella and put it down.

Jiang Xianwan suppressed the urge to run away, stood up, her eyelashes drooping guiltily, not daring to look at him, "Master."

Didn't you say you were ignoring her?

She tried to climb out the window several times, but Hua Buxiu swept her out each time.

They even put up a sign outside the door.

as follows:

Disobedients and dogs are not allowed to enter.

Jiang Xianwan felt exhausted just thinking about it.

Hua Buxiu ignored her, gathered her sleeves, and lay down on the bamboo chair on the other side.

With a droopy lift of her eyelashes, she landed on the lychee, still not glancing at Jiang Xianwan, and said, "Peel it."

Jiang Xianwan: "..."

Given that she didn't want to be the first disciple to anger her master to death, Jiang Xianwan silently sat back down on the futon, placed the plate on her lap, lowered her head, and began peeling.

Unexpectedly, the two brothers, one of them and the other of them, took the lychees she had just peeled from her fingertips, chatting leisurely as if she, sitting in the middle, did not exist.

Yun Weize: "I remember, this is the disciples' curfew?"

Hua Buxiu looked at the lychee flesh on his fingertip, then took a bite after a moment. "You ordered it, and you're asking me?"

Yun Weize took the lychee that Jiang Xianwan had just peeled: "Hmm."

Hua Buxiu: "What brings you here?"

Yun Weize: "Are you asking me, or him?"

Hua Buxiu snatched the lychee that Jiang Xianwan had just peeled: "..."

Yun Weize: "Naturally, it depends on someone."

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Xianwan slowly straightened his back.

Hua Buxiu: "You're really free."

Yun Weize: "..."

Yun Weize: "I'm quite free. Unlike some people, who are always busy."

Jiang Xianwan: "...?!"

Hua Buxiu: "..."

Jiang Xianwan shifted her body slightly.

Hua Buxiu: "If you don't speak, no one will think you're mute."

Yun Weize: "..."

Hua Buxiu said calmly, "However, you could learn from some people."

Yun Weize smiled and said, "I can't learn it, so I can only coax one person."

The person sitting between the two: "..."

I can't live like this anymore!