Chapter 8: Waiting for the Rabbit, the General Enters the Game
"What kind of person is Ikou Sumikado?"
Although Shang Yuwan has been in Baijialou for some time, there are still many people she has never seen. At this time, Cheng Yishui is taking her to meet people.
There are many talented people in Baijialou. Although Shang Yuwan knew that the owner of the building had already issued an order to inform all the guests of Baijialou that the two of them were equal, and she also held the power equivalent to half of the owner of the building, but the person who could use real human skin to transform into the appearance of another person must be no ordinary person, so she was naturally a little curious.
"He's a 12-year-old brat. Sometimes he gets so engrossed in his drawings that he doesn't even hear people calling him. I hope you'll forgive me."
Shang Yuwan shook her head to indicate that it was okay, but she was surprised in her heart that such a powerful person was just a child four years younger than her?
"Sir, this is the place—Acheng, Sir Shang is here."
Cheng Yishui knocked on the door while calling for help, then opened the door and stepped aside.
When Shang Yuwan walked into the room, he saw a young man with a messy hairdo hunched over a desk, working hard, scribbling on a drawing and muttering something. There were scattered drawings all around him.
"This place won't work, it needs to be changed..."
Cheng Yishui, who followed in, was about to speak when Shang Yuwan put a finger on her lips and shook her head. He understood what she meant and closed his mouth quietly.
Ju Gongcheng's mind and eyes were full of conspiracy, and Shang Yuwan avoided the papers on the ground and walked to the desk without noticing.
"It's done!"
Ju Gongcheng was drawing when he suddenly shouted and slammed the charcoal pencil on the desk. His back straightened instantly with excitement, but his eyes were unwilling to move at all.
Cheng Yishui coughed twice, and Ju Gongcheng raised his head, his face covered with charcoal color.
"Brother Cheng...?"
Ju Gongcheng was stunned when he saw Shang Yuwan.
Although he had been following the OP everywhere, he seldom went out to see people, and he had only heard of Shang Yuwan in front of him but had never seen him in person.
Cheng Yishui couldn't bear to look at this harlequin cat and reminded him, "This is Master Shang Yuwan."
Ju Gongcheng reacted and quickly stood up: "Greetings, sir."
"No need to be so polite." Shang Yuwan smiled lightly, "We came to see you for something. We'd like to borrow your human skin mask."
Ju Gongcheng understood, "Brother Cheng, lie down on the couch. Someone come——"
A guest's voice came from outside the house: "Here."
"Go get a basin of water."
"yes."
Watching Ju Gongcheng take the basin from Lou Ke and walk towards Cheng Yishui who was lying down, Shang Yuwan was confused and asked, "What's going on?"
Ju Gongcheng took out three silk handkerchiefs with two holes cut in the lower half from the wooden box and covered Cheng Yishui's face with them.
"Human skin masks are thin and fragile. To put them on, your face needs to be moistened enough so that they can be applied gently and firmly."
Shang Yuwan understood, "I see."
Cheng Yishui's face was covered with the mask for half an hour. Shang Yuwan looked around and asked, "Can I take a look at the books you have here?"
Ju Gongcheng lit some incense to calculate the time, and then replied, "Of course, sir, please do as you please."
Shang Yuwan took out a book and opened it. The words in the book were both familiar and unfamiliar to her, as if the laughter and joy of the past were still echoing in her ears.
She was born in Yanmen in her previous life. Her father was the General Zhenxi, and he loved to read her books about military deployment and weapons since she was a child.
"......" Shang Yuwan lowered his eyes and opened his mouth slightly, as if there was something stuck in his throat, but his heart was empty.
People always say that life is like a dream, as if it were a lifetime ago.
Haha—a self-deprecating laugh appeared in Shang Yuwan’s heart.
How could it be just a dream?
Ju Gongcheng turned his head and saw Shang Yuwan's back, and gradually, his eyes changed slightly.
He asked, "What are you looking at, my Lord?"
"On Miscellaneous Soldiers."
"Do adults like this book too?"
"It's very familiar. I seem to have read it a long time ago." Shang Yuwan's gaze shifted to Ju Gongcheng. "It contains detailed information on various weapons and mechanisms of the Dayu people, as well as some battle formation techniques. Do you like it?"
Ju Gongcheng nodded and shook his head, "I don't understand the formations inside, I just like to see the weapons and mechanisms."
Shang Yuwan nodded, and thinking that she would have to wait for a while, she found a seat and sat down to read.
Seeing this, Ju Gongcheng stopped talking and continued to wet the handkerchief.
He had also seen the sad and lonely back of the master just now on the host.
Lord Shang, have you ever lost something very important?
“Knock knock.”
Ju Gongcheng heard someone knocking on the door and said, "Come in."
The person who pushed the door open was a man in blue clothes, with feminine features and a missing left ear.
"Master Shang, am I late?"
Lu Heying greeted Shang Yuwan with a smile, but without any seriousness.
"Deputy landlord?"
Lu Heying smiled at Ju Gongcheng.
Shang Yuwan had met this man briefly when he came to Baijialou, but he didn't expect that he would be the deputy owner.
She smiled faintly in response, "How could that be? The deputy host always comes the fastest."
An hour later, Ju Gongcheng finally carefully and intactly attached the human skin mask to Cheng Yishui's face.
It was getting dark, and soon Zhang Jiuquan would be returning to Zhenxi Prefecture.
Ju Gongcheng warned Cheng Yishui: "Be careful, there is only one human skin, no more."
Cheng Yishui naturally knew, "You told me last time, don't worry, I won't damage your baby."
The three of them headed straight for Zhenxi Mansion, but on the way, Lu Heying was called away by Shang Yuwan.
"Arsenal?"
Shang Yuwan explained: "It's not the one in the open, it's the secret room hidden in the rockery in the backyard. There might be something in it."
When she was little, she loved to hide away all her favorite things, weapons being the most common. Shang Junhu and Lu Xu did not object to this, but instead had someone dig a secret underground room in the rockery in the backyard so that their daughter could hide her things there.
In Lu Xu's words, this is called a secret base.
Shang Yuwan remembered that she once felt someone was secretly following her when she went to the secret room to put something, but she didn't find out who it was later. She guessed that the person might be Zhang Jiuquan?
Lu Heying is very good at light work and can run very fast, so he will be fine if he goes to investigate.
"......" Lu Heying hesitated to speak, and finally did not ask anything. After agreeing, he told the two of them to be careful and disappeared.
Cheng Yishui was a rough man who practiced martial arts. He didn't have any complicated thoughts, so naturally he didn't notice anything wrong. He just went to Zhang Jiuqun's study with Shang Yuwan and waited for the opportunity.
Tonight's moon, unclouded, hung exceptionally bright in the sky. Shang Yuwan sat on a low stool at her desk, dressed in a turquoise dress, a chessboard before her. Moonlight streamed through her black veil, making her face, hidden within, appear especially hazy. A breeze blew a corner of her face, revealing the half that remained, as smooth as jade. In her downcast eyes, her gaze was as sharp as the cold gleam of Cheng Yishui's long sword.
This was the scene Zhang Jiuquan saw when he opened the door.
Quiet, mysterious, and exuding a dangerous aura.
"Will......"
The guard at the door was about to rush in without noticing anything, but was stopped by Zhang Jiuquan.
"Guard the door. No one is allowed to come in without my order."
Zhang Jiuquan had a cold face, but suddenly he smiled. The wrinkles on his face deepened, and were full of ruthlessness. There was no longer the humble attitude he had when facing Bai Nongqiao.
If he was really a humble and subservient person, how could he have been the deputy general under a general?
"It's Zhang's fault for keeping you two waiting."
Zhang Jiuquan first bowed perfunctorily, then sat down cross-legged in front of the desk with his legs crossed.
"No, General, you've arrived just in time."
Shang Yuwan's voice was light, "I wonder if my daughter would be interested in playing a game with you, sir?"
Zhang Jiuquan didn't even look at the chessboard. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'm just a rough man and don't know how to play chess."
Shang Yuwan still chuckled: "General, you have already entered the game, why deceive yourself?"
Zhang Jiuquan didn't say anything, his eyes seemed to see her face through the veil.
Shang Yuwan raised his hand and placed a black piece, spreading his hands to indicate, "But General, instead of being a chess piece, why not try your best and be the one playing chess? How about that?"
"......OK."
Zhang Jiuquan's smile was not friendly, but rather a bit fierce.
"Then Zhang will show his ugliness."
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