Chapter 509 I Promise You We’ll Get Engaged
Lu Yingxue asked softly, "Ayi, why don't you leave?"
Zhong Yi took a deep breath, suppressed the disgust in his heart and said, "It's nothing, let's go."
Lu Yingxue was not rejected and moved closer.
The cool and sweet fragrance of the cassia flowers from her body wafted over, making Zhong Yi purse his lips even tighter.
The two followed the old butler through the spacious living room and passed through a flower corridor before arriving at the dining room.
The old butler pushed open the door of the dining room. The long table was already decorated with flowers and decorations, which was very tasteful.
At the head of the long table sat an old man with white hair and beard. Although he was over ninety, he looked quite energetic. His face was etched with wrinkles left by the years, but his deep-set eyes seemed exceptionally bright and insightful.
This is the old man of the Zhong family, Zhong Hongfei’s grandfather, and Zhong Yi’s great-grandfather.
The entire imperial capital respectfully calls the old man of the Zhong family the master, and this is the pride of the era.
"sit."
His every word and action was full of aura, which made it impossible for people to have any thoughts of rebellion in their hearts.
"Thank you, old man."
Lu Yingxue sat down carefully, with just the right amount of flattery on her face.
It seems much more casual if you like it.
The old butler rang the dining room bell: "Serve the food."
Soon, the servants brought the fragrant dishes to the table one by one. After the old man started eating, Zhong Yi and Lu Yingxue followed suit.
The restaurant was exceptionally quiet. The Zhong family believed in not talking while eating or sleeping, and there was not even the sound of dishes and chopsticks hitting the wall.
A quarter of an hour later.
The meal is finally over.
The old man put down his chopsticks, and the old housekeeper handed him a towel to wipe his lips. The servant brewed tea and placed it in front of everyone to relieve the greasiness.
The old man of the Zhong family put the handkerchief aside and said, "Today is the first round of the needle testing competition. I heard that Yingxue's performance was unanimously praised by everyone. It's really good."
"Thank you for your compliment. I still have a lot of room for improvement." Lu Yingxue glanced at Zhong Yi and said hesitantly, "Grandpa, I have a humble request."
The old man's voice was a little muddy and low: "You said, sooner or later we will be a family."
Lu Yingxue clenched her fists and spoke softly, "My father was appointed to be a judge for the acupuncture competition in a critical moment, and I am a contestant. Whether it is avoiding suspicion or favoring me, it is unfair to the other contestants. I heard that the old man and Mr. Huang, the heir of the golden needle technique, are old friends, so I would like to ask you to invite Mr. Huang... I wonder if..."
Lu Yingxue couldn't figure out the old man's temper, even though she had met him so many times.
"You want me to convince Huang Bingyi?"
"Yes. This will be good for my father, as it will save him from the dilemma of choosing between the two. If Mr. Huang could be invited to the needle-testing conference, many people would be happy too."
Lu Yingxue felt more and more that this was a good idea!
Anyway, the ultimate goal of their Lu family is to win the championship of the needle testing competition, and she will serve as the vice president, rather than a temporary judge.
Old Master Zhong glanced at Zhong Yi with a deep gaze. Seeing him leisurely sipping tea, he said, "You are a filial child. In order not to embarrass your father, you came to me for help. I will also fulfill your filial piety."
Lu Yingxue asked tentatively, "Did you agree?"
"Yes. I will call Huang Bingyi. He won't refuse for my sake. After all, it's just a judgeship, not a cure, so it won't be considered a violation of his oath."
"Thank you, old man!"
Lu Yingxue's face was full of joy, and she felt more and more that Zhong Yi's idea was a good one.
Little did they know that he was doing this to prevent future troubles and prevent Lu Bannong from making any moves at the critical moment.
"Let the housekeeper take you out for a walk first. Ayi and I still have something to discuss." Old Master Zhong spoke slowly, his tone casual but not one that would allow anyone to refuse.
Lu Yingxue was very tactful and quickly stood up and said, "I've heard that the Zhong family's greenhouse has cultivated many new varieties of flowers. I want to go and see them."
The old housekeeper smiled and said, "Miss Lu, please come this way."
"Thanks."
Lu Yingxue followed the old butler out, and the heavy door of the restaurant slowly closed.
Very quiet.
The old man sipped his tea and looked at Zhong Yi with his bright eyes: "Was it her idea to change the judges, or was it your idea?"
Zhong Yi smiled innocently, "The Lu family's father and daughter want to save face. Isn't that the first time you've heard this? Since the Lu family has the championship in the acupuncture competition within their grasp, why not earn some more fame? Besides, Lu Yingxue covets the golden needle technique. Mr. Huang has never accepted any disciples. If he could accept her as a disciple... Lu Yingxue would be a powerful figure in the traditional Chinese medicine world."
Although Lu Yingxue is the successor of the Thirteen Ghost Needles, the Chinese medicine community does not emphasize having only one master for a lifetime.
If the strengths of all schools were combined, Lu Yingxue's future would be bright.
The old man leaned back in his chair and pondered, "It sounds like it was her idea, and it would benefit her in many ways. But others don't know your background, but I do... Zhong Yi, are you helping the Lu family or that girl from Haicheng?"
The look he gave me seemed to be able to read people's hearts.
Zhong Yi did not avoid the question, but looked him in the eye and said frankly: "Anyone with a discerning eye can see that I am helping the Lu family."
Old Master Zhong laughed in a deep voice: "Really? I'll make this call for you. If you want to be absolutely sure, just agree to one thing I ask."
Zhong Yi's eyes turned colder: "What's the request?"
Old Master Zhong said calmly, "After the acupuncture competition, regardless of whether Lu Yingxue wins first place or not, you two must get engaged and have children as soon as possible."
Zhong Yi looked at him and asked this question seriously for the first time: "Why Lu Yingxue? Did you choose this fiancée just for me?"
"The Zhong family needs a mistress. She always considers interests first. She has a good family background and a good reputation, and she is scheming. As long as the benefits are sufficient, she is easy to control."
Zhong Yi lowered his eyes and murmured, "I agree to your engagement. Anyway, all you need is a tool to carry on the family line."
He hates profit-driven people the most, and feelings are always more stable than interests.
"Stinky boy, I didn't mind your mischief before, but if you harm the interests of the Zhong family..." Old Master Zhong's eyes seemed to be filled with a chilling coldness. "I can find you and train others."
Zhong Yi twitched the corner of his mouth: "Can you live that long?"
After he finished speaking, he walked away quickly. A porcelain plate shattered behind him, and the fragments flew all over the ground.
…
The golden crow sets in the west.
The night is shrouded in darkness, and the moonlight tonight is exceptionally clear and bright, as if the ground is covered with a layer of silver frost.
The Huo family's garden villa in the imperial capital.
Qiao Xi lazily leaned against the sofa in her bedroom, her face flushed. Sun Shao had urged her to drink a lot of medicinal wine that night, and after washing up, she put on a light nightgown and leaned against it to dissipate the alcohol.
There was a faint sound of water coming from the bathroom.
It was Huo Xingzhou taking a bath.
After a while, the sound of water stopped and the bathroom door was opened. A man came out casually wearing a bathrobe. Qiao Xi turned her head and paused when she saw him.
Under the influence of alcohol, his reaction was a few beats slower than usual, but he became much braver.
She stretched out her fair, delicate fingers to touch it.
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