Chapter 377 A Guest Arrives
"How much brotherly love does the Emperor have for Prince Rui? No matter what means, I want Prince Rui alive."
"Yes." Ping Xuan nodded. Thinking of the two people who were also imprisoned on the Thousand-foot Cliff and were also worrying, he asked, "What should be done with Jiang Zhou and Zhang Qian?"
"Hmm..." Yin Lanci twirled his hair with his fingertips, tilted his head and smiled, "If you don't obey, I'll kill you."
"But Prince Rui..."
"Um?"
"Disciple understands."
Being alive and kicking is living, and being able to only breathe is also living.
Ping Xuan brought another jade cup and poured wine for Yin Lanci.
The sound of the piano was pleasant in the room. Yin Lanci snuggled into his arms softly and tenderly, her fingertips gently sliding open his clothes and wandering freely on his naked chest, as if caressing a piece of fine jade.
Ping Xuan was so aroused by her that her breathing became unstable, but because of the kick just now, she didn't dare to be more reckless and even didn't dare to hug her with any more strength.
"You asked Ziluo to pick up your brother. Calculating the date, they should be here by now. Is your brother as good-looking as you?"
The beauty in his arms spoke softly, but Ping Xuan's heart trembled with fear, half because of Ping Yu and half because of Zi Luo.
Yin Lanci always had a total of six medicine men by his side, named Qingju, Chi Nian, Huang Tang, Bai Ou, Hei Fu, and Zi Luo respectively.
Zi Luo is Ji An, the one that Yin Lanci is most dissatisfied with. He is also the only one who doesn't want to be a medicine man and only thinks about escaping all day long.
Yin Lanci was so annoyed that he simply pulled out his tongue with his own hands, confused his mind, and made him into an obedient tool.
If the Nine-Eyed Gu had not caused too much damage to Yin Lanci, and she had not been reluctant to waste it, a disobedient medicine man like Ji An would have been thrown into the poison pool on the Thousand-Foot Cliff as food.
Ping Xuan had actually lost contact with Zi Luo, but he didn't dare tell Yin Lanci, so he secretly sent out the Shadow Chaser to look for her.
Although Yin Lanci disliked this medicine man, he was still able to use him easily. If he disappeared for no reason, he would definitely be furious.
Thinking of the consequences of angering Yin Lanci, Ping Xuan felt a chill in his heart. He dared not show any emotion on his face and agreed, "If he doesn't come today, he should be here tomorrow. Master, since you asked this, I regret bringing my brother here."
There was a hint of bitterness in his words. He intentionally moved closer to Yin Lanci, as if wanting to steal a kiss from the beauty, but he was slapped in the face, causing him to turn his head away.
Half of her cheek instantly became red and swollen, with horrifying fingerprints and even the corner of her lips was broken. It was obvious that Yin Lanci had not held back at all.
But after a moment, Ping Xuan's face returned to normal.
He seemed to have forgotten that he had just been slapped. He smiled and pressed forward, saying in a sweet and coquettish voice, "Master, be gentler. This hurts."
Yin Lanci liked the look of him very much. She scratched his chin like teasing a pet. Seeing his face flush, she couldn't help but become interested. Just as she was about to pull him to roll on the couch, there was a knock on the closed door.
"Master, a guest has arrived."
It was the voice of the second disciple.
Yin Lanci let go of Ping Xuan and signaled Chi Nian to open the door.
Seeing that Yin Lanci was no longer paying attention to Zi Luo's affairs, Ping Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and quietly wiped the sweat from his palms on the sides of his legs. For the first time, he felt that this second junior brother was not so annoying.
The door opened, and a young man also dressed in white walked in, leading a veiled woman.
The young man's appearance was not as delicate as Ping Xuan's. His hair was slightly curled, his facial features were rugged, and his eyebrows were sharp. He had another kind of handsomeness.
"Master." Zheng Qianqian bowed respectfully to Yin Lanci. "I happened to run into Miss Huang on the street. Miss Huang heard you were here and wanted to come and reminisce about the past. Thinking Miss Huang wasn't a stranger, I brought her here."
As he spoke, he glanced at Ping Xuan who was standing next to Yin Lanci. Looking at his still rosy cheeks and the rouge at the corners of his lips, a hint of anger and sarcasm flashed in his eyes.
"Sister Lan, long time no see." Huang Ting stepped forward, knelt down and bowed to Yin Lan. "I apologize for disturbing you so hastily."
Yin Lanci glanced at her and saw that she was still wearing a veil and behaving in a proper manner. He felt it was boring and waved his hand for her to sit down.
Huang Ting was used to his lukewarm attitude. She put the gift on the table and sat down sideways.
Yin Lanci leaned back lazily on Ping Xuan, his fingertips sliding slowly across his legs, completely ignoring the fact that Huang Ting was in the room.
The two were so close that Huang Ting didn't know where to put her eyes. Her gaze wandered around the room awkwardly, and she stammered at the greetings she had prepared. Her shoulders trembled when she heard Yin Lanci laughing.
Ping Xuan hugged the person casually, but noticed a sharp gaze. When he looked up, it was Zheng Qianqian.
There seemed to be flames in the young man's eyes, and he glared at the man who betrayed his teacher and ancestors.
Ping Xuan raised the corners of his lips slightly, and his fingertips glided across the snow-white skin in an ambiguous manner. He pulled the coat that had slipped off the person in his arms onto his shoulders and carefully arranged it.
Zheng Qianqian:!!!
This shameless thing!
If looks could kill, Ping Xuan would have died a thousand times over.
Listening to Yin Lanci's unbridled laughter, Huang Ting felt annoyed and embarrassed. Her face flushed red under her veil. She wanted to get up and say goodbye, but when she thought of the purpose of her visit, she had to give up the idea. She sat stiffly on the stool, waiting for Yin Lanci to stop laughing.
"Sister, what brings you here?" Yin Lanci smiled enough and wiped away the tears from her eyes. Seeing that Huang Ting made her so happy, she was willing to give Huang Ting a chance.
Huang Ting was delighted, but looking at the room full of men, she felt worried and kept silent, holding her handkerchief.
"Sister is still so shy." Yin Lanci got up from Ping Xuan and poured a glass of wine for Huang Ting himself. "Everyone, go out. I want to talk to my sister alone."
Everyone retreated, Ping Xuan walked last, turned around and closed the door, and was about to do what Yin Lanci asked him to do when he suddenly heard a cold snort from behind.
He turned around and saw that it was indeed his good junior fellow apprentice.
Zheng Qianqian raised his eyebrows and stared at the corners of his lips that were dyed red: "Brother, you have such a good color, and you have rouge on your lips. Don't let people mistake you for a girl when you go out."
"Don't worry, Junior Brother." Ping Xuan raised his hand and stroked the corner of his lips. "Even if I was robbed, Master would come to save me. Unlike Junior Brother, I don't even have the chance to be robbed."
"You!" Zheng Qianqian was hit in the sore spot and raised his palm to hit him, cursing, "Fox spirit!"
Originally, he was the eldest senior brother, but Ping Xuan squeezed him out as soon as he came and became the master's beloved. How could he be willing to accept this?
"Thank you." Ping Xuan was not ashamed but proud. He dodged the blow and smiled softly, "Who told me that Master likes a vixen like me?"
"Shameless! You bad thing!" Zheng Qianqian was so angry that his eyes turned blue. He completely forgot that he had used a poisonous palm on Ping Xuan just outside Yin Lanci's gate.
Ping Xuan did not dodge or evade. A second before the palm wind hit him, Zheng Qianqian suddenly knelt on the ground, holding his heart. Veins bulged on his neck and forehead. He seemed to be enduring severe pain and could not utter a single word.
"Disciple thanks Master." Ping Xuan bowed towards the door, reached out and grabbed Zheng Qianqian's collar, and dragged him into the opposite room like a dead dog.
(End of this chapter)
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