Chapter 3 Chapter 3
Chapter 3
Because of the young master's change in attitude, the two were invited to the teahouse again.
He was not put in a sack, his hands were not tied, and he sat down willingly opposite the 'robber'.
Two white porcelain teacups were added to the tea bed made of fir wood. The first tender buds of spring, after being soaked in boiling water, emitted a refreshing fragrance. The young lady's light-colored eyes stared at the young man's face through the faint white smoke.
Her unrestrained posture seemed as if she was admiring what was in her bag.
The young man had just experienced a fierce battle, and there were still some petals and leaves in his hair, but his expression was calm, and there was a frosty look in his eyes, which fell silently on the bronze sword in her hand.
After the current emperor ascended the throne, he explicitly stipulated that ordinary people were not allowed to carry weapons without reason. Anyone who carried weapons privately would be sentenced to one year in prison. There was only one person who could carry a sword so openly as him.
He is a warrior and probably runs a security agency business.
The medicine applied to his body had almost dissipated, and having seen his kung fu, Qian Tong did not return the sword to him, but put it in his arms in front of him.
The worn cowhide sword sheath fell into her piled-up snow-white skirt, like falling clouds, giving people a very strange feeling of collision. The young man avoided her gaze, and finally looked up and met her eyes.
The close eye contact was much clearer than the previous one upstairs and downstairs. He indeed had a handsome appearance. Qian Tong was a little dazed, but he was not guilty at all. He asked politely, "Sir, what is your name?"
Song Yunzhi said indifferently: "Song."
Chen Che beside him looked at him. It was too hasty. The two of them had only secretly colluded to hide their identities and infiltrate the unscrupulous businessman, but they had not thought about what alias to use.
The young lady also stared at him, waiting for his next words. However, the young master was very frugal with words and said only his surname, and then nothing else. Qian Tong had no choice but to ask, "What's your name?"
"Yun Zhen."
Shen Che’s eyelids twitched.
Song Yunzhi is the only son of Marquis Song and the eldest princess.
Character: Yunzhen.
Some people in the court called him Prince Song, General Song, or Minister Song, but few knew his courtesy name.
"Song Yunzhen." The young lady held the three delicate words between her lips and whispered them softly. As she did so, she observed the changes in the young master's eyes. Seeing that his dark eyes were calm, like shimmering waters, and he was not afraid of her suspicions at all, she no longer doubted them and smiled, praising him, "What a nice name."
Then he asked, "How old are you?"
This time she saw a slight fluctuation in the young master's eyes, but that fluctuation was gradually suppressed by the determination in her eyes. After a moment's silence, he said, "I reached the age of twenty last year."
It was exactly as she had guessed.
"Then..." The defensiveness in his eyes was too obvious. Qian Tong finally paused, holding the teacup in front of him with both hands and stroking it, then raised his eyes to look at him, "Have you agreed to marry me?"
Facing someone who dared to rob openly, even if she was a young lady, Song Yunzhi did not dare to be careless. From the moment he sat across from her, he was always on guard against her tricks. His eyes followed her movements and moved to the pink fingertips on the white porcelain teacup. Hearing this, his brows could not help but frown, and his gaze fell back on her face.
The young lady's eyes were quiet, with distinct black and white pupils. Unlike the shy or crazy looks she had given him in the past, there was nothing in her eyes except the spring light reflected in them, without any flattery or joking.
As if just out of curiosity.
However, this did not prevent him from rejecting such questions. He said coldly, "What does it have to do with you?"
"Speak nicely!" Fu Yin spoke first.
After Chen Che spoke, "How dare you!"
Fu Yin looked at the down-and-out young man who suddenly jumped up in surprise. He was already in the frying pan and didn't understand where he got the confidence from. She slapped her hands with a cold face. Four tall and strong warriors pushed the door open and came in, like four mountains. They crossed their hands in front of their chests, blocking the door and showing an attitude of bullying.
The two grassroots offended a group of ruffians as soon as they got off the boat. I'm afraid the people from the Cui family are already waiting outside.
Fu Yin is not afraid of his arrogance.
In his heart, Chen Che was assessing the situation. Prince Song was right. He was indeed a powerful local tyrant, but he didn't know how far he had come. Although impulsive, he wasn't stupid. He matched Prince Song's calmness and remained silent.
In the stalemate, Qian Tong took a step back, "Then let's change the question." She turned to ask Chen Che, "What about you, young master, what's your name?"
Regardless of why he was no longer called "Young Master" but "Little Young Master" when he came to him, Chen Che really didn't know what his name should be. Looking at Song Yunzhi again, an idea suddenly occurred to him, "He is my brother. My given name is just 'Che'."
Prince Song did not deny the sudden appearance of his younger brother, and his expression remained unchanged.
The young lady then asked questions, all directed at Chen Che, “Where are you from?”
"what for?"
"How many people are there in the family..."
The two of them had already established their identities on the way here, and Chen Che answered questions fluently.
"Kyoto native."
"My family runs an escort business, but since we have no one to lead us, we can't make it in Kyoto, so my brother and I came to Yangzhou to make a living."
"My parents are gone, leaving only my brother and I."
Qian Tong didn't doubt what he said, "If you're just trying to make a living, your vision is too shortsighted."
"I can give you more." Qian Tong adjusted the beaded gold crown on his head and spoke slowly, "You may not know me, but this teahouse you are in is mine..."
As she tilted her head, the golden light once again burned Song Yunzhi's eyes. The moment he closed his eyes, he continued to listen to her generous voice: "Half of the streets and alleys outside are mine."
The scent of prey grew stronger.
The two of them held their breath unconsciously, and Song Yunzhi also secretly set a target in that golden light, "I'm investigating you."
"I'm not mistreating my master. If you follow me, I'll guarantee you'll have your own place in Yangzhou within a day." Qian Tong made a promise for their future and pushed the teacup in front of him. "This cup of spring tea is for Young Master Song and I to celebrate our first acquaintance."
After being drugged by her once, who would dare to drink her tea again?
Song Yunzhi did not move.
Qian Tong didn't mind. She picked up her cup and drank it all in one gulp. After finishing it, she didn't put it down. She turned the white porcelain teacup in her fingers for a while and asked, "Mr. Song, do you recognize this porcelain?"
Song Yunzhi had noticed the things around her the first time he went upstairs to see her.
This thing is extraordinary, but it should not be something that he can recognize with his current status.
"The teacup is made of 'snow-like' white porcelain." The young lady answered her own question and suddenly extended her hand to him. "I inlaid a golden cicada on it. Sir, please help me estimate its value in Kyoto."
White porcelain inlaid with golden cicadas, such extravagance, Song Yunzhi didn't want to pay attention to it, but then he heard her say: "If you guess correctly, I will return the sword to you."
A qualified warrior should always carry a sword with him.
She handed him the teacup with one hand and gripped the hilt of the sword with the other, insisting that he give a definitive answer.
It's nothing more than doubting his identity.
Song Yunzhi leaned forward, his five fingers like strong bamboo joints, slender and beautiful, skillfully passing through her fingers and taking the white porcelain cup that she had turned over several times.
The golden cicada she was talking about was the size of a soybean and was embedded in the bottom of the porcelain cup.
However, just as he was paying attention, the golden cicada suddenly moved, and it turned out to be a living creature. Before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in the palm of his hand.
Song Yunzhi's pupils shrank, and the white porcelain teacup was thrown out and shattered on the ground. He raised his eyes and glared at him.
Shen Che also saw it, and stood up angrily, pointing at Qian Tong, "What did you do to him?!"
"Don't move." Qian Tong restrained Young Master Song's wrist in time, reminding him and also reminding the young master of the Song family who was excitedly about to draw his sword, "The insect is dead, and you will not live long."
Blood dripped from Chen Che's eyes as he observed Prince Song's expression in fear.
There was a chill in Prince Song's eyes as he stared at the bold young lady in front of him.
Qian Tong seemed unaware of the young masters' anger and gently patted his clenched knuckles. "Relax! You're squeezing too hard, and it's not working for you either."
Just as she said, the golden cicada penetrated into the blood vessels, and with a little force, the whole arm would feel numb.
This woman's tricks one after another are hard to guard against. They are really abominable and hateful.
"Don't worry, sir. When this poisonous insect wakes up, it will only make you temporarily unable to use your strength, but will not harm your life." Qian Tong knew that he was angry, and without looking into his eyes, he pried his fingers apart, but failed to do so. Then the fingers began to drill into his fingers one by one.
Sensing her intention, Song Yunzhi couldn't help but stare blankly and asked sternly, "What are you doing?"
However, he was now unable to use any strength, and resistance was futile. Moreover, the young lady had a tenacious heart, and her delicate fingers quickly interlocked with his, and with a "snap", she spread out his palm.
There was a small wound the size of a pinhole in his palm, with blood oozing out. Qian Tong sighed and looked up at him, "Look, it's bleeding. I told you not to use force."
The gentle gaze came without any reason and made him shudder. He had never had skin contact with a woman before, and the entanglement of their fingers made his blood rush faster, his expression tensed, and his face became stiff.
He was not a kind person who could be bullied at will. At this moment, he decided to change his plan and did not want to be entangled with this woman anymore.
He wants to kill her.
"All is fair in war, and you've lost." Qian Tong tried to calm him down while pulling out a silk handkerchief from his sleeve and wiping the blood from his palm. Only then did he meet the young master's deep, fiery eyes. "I'm sorry, it's not that I don't trust Young Master Song, but people's hearts are unpredictable. Before I hand over my fate to you, your life should also be in my hands."
Her fate?
Did she notice something?
But the young lady didn't say much, and pressed the handkerchief into his hand, "Sir, you can't kill me. Although the poisonous insects are not life-threatening, I will still die if I don't take medicine every month."
Deciding that he would not act rashly, she smiled faintly, revealing the triumph of a winner.
It's not that Song Yunzhi has never dealt with women before.
Most of the women I've met are well-behaved. Occasionally there are some naughty ones, but they just use some shameless tricks. I never knew a woman could be so cunning.
The woman in front of him was dressed much like the ladies from the aristocratic families in Kyoto, and her behavior could be described as dignified and polite. However, it was only when her light-colored pupils smiled that the almost evil cunning in her eyes was revealed.
That triumphant smile undoubtedly stimulated his anger. He struggled to free his hand from her fingers and stood up. The remaining blood-stained silk handkerchief gently fell on the tea table.
This young lady was too abominable. Shen Che could no longer bear it and struck her with a palm, "You are seeking death..."
Fu Yin, who was making tea just now, grabbed his shoulder in time. She was agile and ruthless, and her kung fu was not inferior to his.
Qian Tong saw the anger and surprise of Young Master Song and warned him, "Young Master, you can't kill me either. If you kill me, you won't have a brother anymore."
Holding the opponent's lifeline is always the most effective.
Now she was fearless. If Young Master Song had not wanted to answer before, she could ask again, "Young Master Song, can you tell me?"
Song Yunzhi was still immersed in her smug look, and repeatedly swore in his heart that once she fell into his hands, he would make her get the retribution she deserved.
Seeing the sparks in his eyes, and that he had forgotten everything except hatred, Qian Tong didn't mind asking again: "Have you got engaged?"
The furious young man raised his eyes, and the slanted light reflected in his eyes, which were like a deep pool of amber, flashing three parts of astonishment and seven parts of vigilance.
Knowing he was difficult to tame, Qian Tong had resorted to a last resort. He lightly fiddled with the bloodstained silk handkerchief on the tea table and urged, "Young Master Song?"
Even if he wasn't afraid of her threats, he would still lurk around and capture her entire clan. The answer wouldn't hurt him in the slightest. Song Yunzhi replied, "Not yet."
The young lady seemed very satisfied. She stood up from the futon leisurely and handed the bronze sword to him. "My dear, take it. I will take you home."
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