Chapter 237: The Cold Buddhist Girl and the Sinister Young City Lord 33
When Cha Jiu learned that Shen Ci Ye had Yin-Yang eyes, he was worried for a while.
She was afraid that those messy evil spirits would scare the young children.
But later she discovered that there seemed to be a layer of barrier around Shen Ci Ye, which could prevent evil-minded and dark-minded ghosts from approaching.
Cha Jiu had witnessed an incident with his Bull's Eye Tears where an evil ghost tried to break through the barrier to harm him, but was instantly reduced to ashes at the first step it took into the barrier.
It was as if something was protecting him in the dark.
Even the long-tongued ghost, who looked a little shabby but had no malicious intentions, wanted to get close to Shen Ci Ye to listen to some opera, but was driven out by the barrier.
Cha Jiu: "...Good guy, it's still a card Yan Bureau."
Ugly-looking ghosts are not allowed to enter the barrier.
When Shen Ci Ye turned one year old, Jing Tan came to his house and performed a blessing ceremony for him.
Cha Jiu sat on a futon holding the child. The surroundings were filled with the smell of incense and the dull reading of scriptures. She thought the child would fall asleep out of boredom.
Who would have thought that Shen Ci Ye was actually listening with great interest, his round eyes fixed on Jing Tan, without crying, making a fuss, or sleeping.
After the conversation ended, Jingtan and Hedi looked at Shen Ciye and said, "This child has great merits. I think he was not an ordinary person in his previous life. If he can enter the Buddhist monastery and practice diligently in this life..."
Shen Suyuan on the side raised his eyes coldly and put his hand on the long sword.
Jingtan finished the second half of the sentence slowly: "Entering the Buddhist monastery will definitely lead to great success, but when the Purple Star is born, you should still enter the world to have greater fortune. Support the collapse of the great building, or let the chaotic world return to unity."
Cha Jiu was surprised: "Ci Ye is the Purple Star"
She looked down at the little lotus in her arms.
Shen Ci Ye's cheeks were round and chubby, and he sucked his little hands with them.
Knowing that his mother was looking at him, he stopped moving, turned around and grinned at his mother: "Hehe."
The little fist of flesh that he had sucked until it was shiny was exposed, emitting an intoxicating smell of saliva.
Cha Jiu: “…”
Silly Ziweixing.
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The fact that Shen Ci Ye can see ghosts is not entirely a bad thing.
He is followed by kind... and gossipy ghosts who wander around all day and have access to countless pieces of information.
Whenever something happens in the Shen Mansion, Shen Ciye always gets to know it firsthand.
No matter if a cat or dog is missing or a servant has embezzled something, as long as you ask the little city lord about these things, you will always get the correct truth.
When Shen Ciye was three years old, Shen Zhong held a 60th birthday banquet.
As an ally of Qingzhou, Chenzhou sent hundreds of boxes of gifts. The scale of the event was so great that it shocked others.
Shen Zhong exchanged a few pleasantries with the City Lord of Chenzhou: "City Lord Chen, just come. Why spend so much money?"
A gleam of light flashed across the eyes of the City Lord Chenzhou, but no one noticed it. He smiled in a friendly manner, "As I should."
Shen Zhong had people move these boxes into the backyard of the Shen Mansion.
At this time, Shen Ci Ye jumped down from Cha Jiu's arms, walked to Shen Zhong with his short legs, and tugged at his robe.
Shen Zhong looked down and saw his darling grandson. His resolute brows softened instantly and he picked him up.
"Quit the night, what's wrong?"
The Lord of Chenzhou City said with a smile: "This must be Lord Shen's good grandson, he looks so smart and cute..."
Shen Ciye said sternly, "Grandfather, you can't bring these boxes into our house. They contain men in black and explosives."
Chenzhou City Lord: “…” What a cute ghost.
Shen Zhong's expression changed slightly.
The Lord of Chenzhou City remained calm in the face of danger and still had a smile on his face, but there was a hint of fear in his eyes that only Shen Ciye could see: "It's obviously filled with rare treasures, how could it be explosives? Young Master Ciye, there are some things that cannot be said carelessly, as they will damage the diplomatic relations between the two cities."
Everyone in the Shen family knows that Shen Ci Ye has the ability to communicate with ghosts and can obtain a lot of unknown information.
And even though he was only three years old, he never told a lie.
Shen Suyuan heard the threat to Shen Ciye in the words of City Lord Chenzhou, sneered in his heart, and immediately ordered people to stop moving the boxes into the palace.
The Lord of Chenzhou City was angry: "The alliance between Chenzhou and Qingzhou has lasted for decades. Do you think that today I will lose face by opening the box and inspecting the gift in front of the Shen Mansion just because of the words of an ignorant child?"
Shen Suyuan was calm and composed: "I won't open the box."
The City Lord of Chenzhou secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Shen Suyuan: "I'll have someone lock and tie up these boxes and put them in the courtyard for someone to watch over. They'll be opened and counted after two months."
Chenzhou City Lord: "!"
Two months later!
Two months later, all the assassins he had placed in the box would be turned into dried corpses!
Shen Suyuan looked at him with a half-smile and reached his hand in: "City Lord Chen, please."
The Lord of Chenzhou originally only wanted to transport assassins and explosives into the Shen Mansion to launch a sneak attack to destroy the alliance, and then take advantage of the civil strife in Qingzhou to lead Chenzhou's troops to break through the city and annex Qingzhou.
Now the assassin couldn't get into the Shen Mansion, and he had no troops to support him outside the city, so he naturally didn't dare to easily go into the enemy's territory.
So the Lord of Chenzhou pretended to go in, but actually turned a corner at the Shen Mansion and escaped by climbing over the wall.
Shen Ciye put his chubby little hands around Shen Suyuan's neck, listened to the ghost woman's anxious report, and turned to his father and said, "Dad, the old uncle who loves to send men away has escaped by climbing over the wall."
Cha Jiu almost choked on his own saliva.
Shen Suyuan smiled, pinched his son's little face, and taught him: "I know, but we can't let him die in Qingzhou."
Shen Ciye was puzzled: "Why?"
"Because openly, we cannot be the first to break the covenant."
Three-year-old Shen Ci Ye seemed to be lost in thought.
Cha Jiu could see that Shen Suyuan had already started his political training for this little Ziwei Star.
Later, Shen Suyuan threw hundreds of boxes directly outside the Qingzhou city gate and burned them. The sounds of explosions and the cries for mercy from those trapped inside were endless.
The spies who had been lying in ambush outside Qingzhou City were terrified and immediately returned to Chenzhou to report the situation.
Sure enough, Chenzhou, who was guilty of his crime, immediately launched the first round of sneak attacks on Qingzhou.
The war between Qing and Chen states began.
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Chenzhou's strength was not to be feared, and it was against morality. Qingzhou quickly captured another city and became the overlord of the three cities that could not be underestimated in the chaotic world.
That afternoon, Cha Jiu was sorting out documents in the study when he found a pile of discarded rice paper half a person's height in the corner.
She walked over and picked up one to look at it. It only showed a woman's eyebrows.
And every one of them is like this.
The paper underneath was more yellowed, and looked like it was from an earlier time. The eyebrows drawn on it with a black pen also looked a little unfamiliar and ugly.
But with gradual practice, the eyebrows drawn on paper became better and better, and even different styles appeared. The latest batch of styles practiced were all popular in Qingzhou recently.
Cha Jiu recalled how Shen Suyuan skillfully drew her eyebrows every morning, and then looked at the pile of rice paper for practice, and couldn't help but smile.
Shen Suyuan happened to walk in and saw Cha Jiu discover the pile of rice paper. A hint of embarrassment suddenly flashed across his eyes.
Cha Jiu waved the paper in his hand towards him, and said with a smile: "Young City Lord, this is what you said, born with it..."
Seeing those wrinkled rice papers, Cha Jiu could already imagine how Shen Suyuan angrily crumpled up the unsightly results at first, but then had to control his temper and calm down to continue practicing.
Shen Suyuan coughed twice, walked over and sat down on the chair behind the desk.
"Thrush-drawing is not something that comes naturally."
"But being attracted to you and falling in love with you seems to be natural."
Having said that, Shen Suyuan stretched out his hand to hold Cha Jiu's slender waist and let her fall into his arms.
The kiss was full of love.
Cha Jiu's slender nose, plump lips, and thin white neck were all tasted one by one.
Hot breaths exchanged, and rapid gasps escaped.
Just when Cha Jiu thought something unspeakable was going to happen, Shen Suyuan stopped, bit her earlobe and asked, "In addition to practicing eyebrow drawing, I also learned to draw flowers. Do you want to give it a try?"
Cha Jiu: “Yeah.”
Shen Suyuan helped Cha Jiu adjust her sitting position, letting her sit astride his legs, with her elbows resting on the edge of the desk, facing him.
This posture made Cha Jiu feel a little shy.
Her outer garment fell off and hung at the crook of her arm, and her waist was slightly straightened, as if waiting for you to pick it.
Looks very charming.
But Shen Suyuan had a serious expression. He picked up the brush, dipped it in the paint on the desk, and concentrated as he drew a lotus pattern on her collarbone stroke by stroke with bated breath.
Cha Jiu: “…”
Well, he is actually painting flowers.
While painting, Shen Suyuan also introduced: "I heard that Qingzhou women like to paint flowers on their faces recently, some on the forehead, and some on the end of the eyebrows. But after thinking about it, I think it's not appropriate for you to paint flowers on your face."
He paused for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at her.
The dark emerald eyes reflected Cha Jiu's beautiful face and his fascination with her.
"Your appearance does not need any embellishment, it is the most beautiful in the world, surpassing all the dazzling and famous flowers."
That woman would be unhappy with such praise.
Cha Jiu laughed so hard that her body trembled slightly, and the tip of the pen, which had not yet been taken away, drew an erroneous stroke on her collarbone.
Cha Jiu quickly stopped smiling: "Oh, I ruined your painting."
Shen Suyuan: "Don't worry."
He put down his pen and moved his thin lips closer to the half-painted lotus.
Cha Jiu lowered her head, but her vision was blocked by his hair.
She only felt a slight and hot breath brushing against her collarbone, and then some moist, deft, numbing touch like a feather tail, wiping away the erroneous pen stroke bit by bit.
Her whole body tensed up, and an electric current rapidly spread from the contact point of her clavicle, radiating to every part of her body.
"Hmm..." The corners of Cha Jiu's eyes turned slightly red.
Obviously I didn't do anything.
But she was uncontrollably moved.
Cha Jiu held up his face, his cheeks flushed, and whispered, "You can't lick the paint off like this."
Shen Suyuan looked at her with a gentle gaze: "Sure, I've wanted to paint lotus flowers on you for a long time, so I asked someone to make non-toxic paint."
Some flower juice and paint made from fruit juice.
Cha Jiu looked down at the lotus, which seemed lifelike.
Shen Suyuan's slender fingertips gently scraped the skin around the lotus and whispered, "Lotus grows from the clavicle, a beautiful lady."
Cha Jiu's heart trembled slightly when he touched her, and she blurted out: "I thought you meant something else when you said painting flowers."
Shen Suyuan paused: "Oh, what do you think it is?"
Cha Jiu remained silent.
A knowing smile flashed across Shen Suyuan's bright eyes, and his fingers gradually moved downward from the flower.
"Is that so?"
The paintbrush is picked up again.
The tip of the brush stained with paint flicked and swept slowly, casually outlining the petals and stamens of the lotus.
Every detail is taken into consideration, and the brushstrokes are delicate.
Sometimes it is understated, sometimes it is vividly described.
Between the light and dark strokes of the brush tip, the lotus is light pink and white, blooming gracefully with every stroke.
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