Chapter 447: Deep Mansion (Thirty-Five)
Although the main house faced the sun, Yu Huo felt it was even colder than outside.
He walked quietly to the bedside. At this time, Aunt Pan had her eyes closed. When she was quiet, her appearance looked even more outstanding.
But perhaps because of her poor background, her outfit looked very out of place. She wore a large light yellow velvet flower on her hair and peach pink satin. If it weren't for her youth and beauty, one would have thought she was a matchmaker looking at her from behind!
Yu Huo secretly raised the corners of his mouth, but before he could laugh out loud, Aunt Pan on the bed suddenly opened her eyes.
Yu Huo's smile froze instantly, and he raised his hand to cast a talisman to immobilize the victim. Aunt Pan was stunned and could only blink innocently.
He let out a long sigh and then helped Aunt Pan close her eyes manually.
The immobilization talisman can immobilize this guy for 6 hours. Yu Huo didn't think about what would happen next. Anyway, things would work out in the end. He immediately gave up calling Tian Guihua to get up. He roughly wrapped Aunt Pan with a quilt, tied a knot around the quilt with a rope, and then started searching Aunt Pan's bedroom.
People who are born as young masters are really not good at stealing. Yu Huo struggled for a long time before he got the bamboo slip from under Aunt Pan's pillow.
When I opened it, it was indeed written on it - Yin Yang Rotating Formation.
This formation is considered a forbidden technique. Once it is used, a thunderbolt will strike the person who casts the spell to death.
This consequence was not written on the bamboo slips, and Aunt Pan certainly didn't know about it.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have said that he would take Pan Quan away with him once he was resurrected...
Yu Huo silently put away the bamboo slips, lowered his eyes to look at Aunt Pan who had opened her eyes again, and smiled slightly.
"With your intelligence, you're definitely not the boss of this dungeon."
Aunt Pan: “…”
After saying this, he ignored the other party's murderous gaze, stuffed the bamboo slips into the space package, stood up and left Xiyuan.
When he walked out of the West Garden, the outside of the garden was already hung with red silk, which looked very festive from a distance.
Because Simpson was tall, Manager Liu gave the job of pasting the red paper to him.
Yu Huo stood at the gate of Xiyuan, caught a glimpse of someone walking towards him from afar, and smiled at him.
Simpson's cheeks were flushed, perhaps from tiredness or cold, making his eyes look as deep and blue as the sea.
Yu Huo was in a good mood when he saw good-looking people. He stretched out his hand and offered, "I'll help you put it on, and give me half."
Simpson thanked him and, as he had said, gave him a stack of '囍' characters. Then, the two of them began to paste red paper in the West Garden. As they did so, Simpson looked out at the unusually quiet courtyard and couldn't help but ask, "Where are Aunt Pan and that Tian Guihua?"
Yu Huo shrugged: "Sleeping."
"Are you all sleeping?" Simpson asked in surprise.
Yu Huo nodded perfunctorily: "Yeah."
Simpson nodded suspiciously, pasted the red paper in a conspicuous place on the paper window, and didn't ask any more questions.
The evening breeze gradually began to cool, and the orange light fell on the young man's exposed arms, like cream drizzled with orange jam...
Simpson felt as if his throat were going dry again.
At the same time, he also deeply realized that something was wrong with him.
That's right, he finally realized that his sexual orientation seemed, might, perhaps, probably... had changed.
What? Tian Guihua was right. Could he really be gay?
Impossible? He had pursued the campus beauty before! Even though he didn't succeed...but he clearly liked girls back then!
The more Simpson thought about it, the more frightened he became. He stared at the young man's exposed, thin, white arms, and became more and more excited.
The sound of the piano in the main hall was sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes gurgling like a stream, sometimes rushing like a river. Fortunately, the piano sound accompanied him and managed to temporarily cover up his heartbeat that was like a drum.
Simpson withdrew his gaze and forced himself to stick the red paper in his hand. Perhaps because he was in a trance, he forgot that he was still standing on the wooden ladder, and his foot tilted and he fell down.
Fortunately, the snow had not been cleared yet, and the fluffy snow cushioned his fall, so he didn't break any arms or legs, but his whole body was still in terrible pain.
Simpson lay on the thick snow with his eyes closed. He felt so embarrassed that he wanted to bury himself in the snow.
Unfortunately, this was a huge project. The young man beside him quickly came down from the wooden ladder and stood beside him, looking down at him: "Are you okay? How did you fall?"
Simpson's face flushed, and he struggled to sit up, rubbing his knees, not daring to look directly at the other person: "It's okay, I just forgot I was standing on the ladder, and I accidentally..."
The next second, the young man's slightly disgusted voice came from his ear: "You can even forget this, are you a pig?"
“…”
Simpson's expression froze slightly. Just as he was about to raise his head, a slender, white hand suddenly appeared in front of him and waved impatiently at him who was in a daze.
"Come on, do you want to sit on the ground forever?"
Simpson pursed his lips awkwardly, endured the dryness in his throat, and clenched his hands tightly...
"Zheng!!!"
The guqin that was faintly ringing beside my ear suddenly rose in pitch, making a huge cracking sound.
The lady's slightly closed eyes suddenly opened, and she looked at the silent musician with her head bowed in shock, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"
Yuan squeezed his eyes shut, reached out and pressed the trembling strings. His voice was flat and he shook his head calmly, "Nothing."
"Master Wen, are you tired after playing the piano all afternoon?" The lady stood up, picked up the teapot and cups from the table, walked over to him and pretended to pour tea: "Come, have some tea and take a break..."
Yuan leaned back upon seeing this, snatched the teapot, and his expression revealed aloofness: "No need, I can do it myself."
The lady stood there motionless, tilting her head to look at the guqin on the stone table, without saying another word.
After Simpson stood up, he did not let go of the young man's hand, which attracted a puzzled look from the other party.
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Yu Huo moved his wrist but still couldn't break free.
He couldn't help but frown. Before he could speak, Simpson's face seemed to turn even redder. He stammered, "Um...are you single?"
Yu Huo was so frightened by the young wife's appearance that he was speechless and forgot to break free from her hand...
On the other side, the lady looked down at the teapot and the water stains on the table, and couldn't help but remind him: "Master Wen Qin, the tea is overflowing."
Yuan instantly regained his composure, looked at the water continuously overflowing from the cup, and put the teapot back.
He glanced down at the tea stains on his cuffs and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.
At this time, the lady asked again: "Master Wenqin, what are you thinking about?"
What is he thinking about?
He wanted to chop off the foreigner's hand!
"Master Wenqin?"
Hearing the endless calls in his ears, Yuan became more and more impatient. He stood up and nodded to the mistress of the house, then said, "Madam, I'm tired and plan to go back to rest. Please do as you please."
After saying this, he turned around and left the yard without even picking up the guqin.
Liu Ruyin stood there, watching the other person walk in a completely different direction from her own residence. Her eyelashes trembled, and the suspicion in her eyes grew even stronger...
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