Chapter 28: Honey Trap? Don’t remember it anymore. I hate that time…
Chapter 28: Beauty trap?
Zhongzhou City borders the misty Yaowang Valley to the north and the Imperial Capital Road to the south, making it far more prosperous than Yuzhou. Along its long streets, carved red-lacquered beams and painted buildings, lined with pearls, are a constant stream of merchants and travelers.
Qing Guiyu entered the city, feeling a sense of unease. The inn's gilded decor was reminiscent of the style of the girl adorned with rings. As she and Li Chengjin journeyed, she felt a growing unease in the girl's behavior.
Even the daughters of noble families and wealthy merchants did not dress so gorgeously and complicatedly, with so many accessories that they almost looked vulgar and abrupt.
Besides "Chaofeng" and "Pulao", the girl in gorgeous clothes is "Baxia" Li Chengjin, one of the nine leading dragon sons in the Jiulian Tower of Tianji Pavilion.
"Baxialou manages all the business routes of Tianji Pavilion," Li Chengjin said in a clear voice, the pearl necklace swaying in front of her, the tassels embellished with gold filigree trembling with it. "Sister, but I don't want you to ask more." "Instead of staying with me, why not go and meet our young master?" The girl frowned and pushed a carved box towards her, her bright eyes looking at her expectantly.
"Lest he be like a dull-witted peacock, spreading his feathers all over the place."
He was the man known as the mastermind of heaven's secrets. No matter what, Chen Juansheng had nothing to do with the word "stupid".
Qing Guiyu took the box and felt extremely cold. Curious, he asked her, "What is this?"
"Xuanbing." Li Chengjin smiled slyly again, "Don't lose it, sister. Back then, the Tianji Pavilion dug out half of the snow mountain to obtain it, and even caused the entire sect to be buried with it."
She waved her hand and continued, "Sister, don't stare at me like that. Cheng Jinke wasn't even born at that time. How many sins has the Tianji Pavilion committed? I'm only fourteen. I won't bear this infamy for others."
Li Chengjin lowered her head and continued to flip through her account book, pointing her finger at the door in the air.
Qing Guiyu weighed the black ice box and remembered that day when Chen Juansheng used it in a hand warmer to meet the enemy.
This is easy to guess. His cold marrow skill has almost reached perfection in the past seven years. Now he can barely keep his life. In addition to the same bone-eroding nails as before, Tianji Pavilion must have some other means.
As she walked, she pondered in her mind how to use the black ice, how to regulate the pulse, how to circulate the qi, and finally felt that something was not good. This was just an unorthodox method of fighting poison with poison. Using the black ice to temporarily save her life would surely double the accumulation of cold poison.
But I never imagined that this black ice was used for bathing.
Qing Guiyu, holding the bamboo flute, walked to and from the door with a stern face. He paced back and forth again, wishing he could strangle himself for agreeing to Li Chengjin out of curiosity.
The black ice box is extremely cold and it is almost burning in the hand. What a damn sense of responsibility.
Finally, Qing Guiyu held his forehead, cheered himself up, and knocked on the door.
“I came to deliver something, and I wanted to ask,” she paused, “but I don’t think Shen Tianji would tell me where those attackers came from.”
"Young lady,"
She was stunned for a moment. She had never heard such a damp, mute sound like Shen Jiansheng's. Her voice, usually clear and melodious like the sound of jade striking, now seemed to sink to the depths of a cold pond. Qing Guiyu scratched her hair, her fingertips tightly gripping the bamboo flute.
"Of course I won't tell Miss Qing, otherwise what value would I have?" There was a hint of sadness in his words.
But this sorrow did not last long.
Then I heard him say softly, "My eyes are healed. Do you want to come... and see me?"
Are your eyes better?
How is that possible?
Qing Guiyu was filled with doubt. Her fingers unconsciously tightened, and the bamboo flute creaked softly in her palm. She stood outside the door, unsure whether to go in or out.
Finally, she took a deep breath and opened the door.
He took a half step back because of the cold fog blowing in his face. The temperature suddenly changed. The black ice box suddenly made a crisp clicking sound. The room was filled with fog and the cold air was pressing.
Qing Guiyu finally understood what Li Chengjin meant by "peacock with its tail spread out".
Young Master Jin Sheng was half-immersed in the misty, cold water. The pool was as clear and translucent as jade. Fragments of black ice condensed into tiny pieces on his shoulders, forming a strange and gaudy ornament amid the ripples.
Her collarbone, tangled in wet black hair, still had a few bone-eating nails pierced into it, a sickly red tinge. He didn't care, leaning over the edge of the pool, his peach-shaped eyes staring at her unblinking from beneath his wet eyelashes.
There was a layer of water on his eyeballs, which looked as if the thin glass film that had covered him for seven years had completely melted away.
Shen Juansheng knew that he was good-looking many years ago.
Beautiful. A voodoo charm. Completely letting down all defenses, devoutly offering a nearly dangerous attraction.
The most wonderful honey trap bait in the world.
Qing Guiyu's ears suddenly felt hot and she subconsciously looked away. "Are your eyes okay?" she asked in confusion.
"Is it really okay?" She suddenly remembered something and asked anxiously, "How many times have you been blind in these years?"
"Well," Shen Juansheng avoided the question. Her reaction clearly did not satisfy him. "I rely on my blood to flow backwards, and I'm hanging on to this pool of icy water."
Long, black hair clung obediently to his shoulders. The young man raised his hand and used a golden thread to gather the loose hair. As his movements tugged at the skin's muscles, some water droplets trickled down to his defined waist and abdomen, creating a breathtaking arc in the mist.
"Come closer, the water level will freeze if you stand there." He said with a smile.
She didn't know whether this was true or not, but there was no need to take the risk, so she took two steps forward.
The water suddenly rippled, and Shen Jiansheng's fingertips, stained with ice chips, brushed against her sleeves. Qing Guiyu was too late to retreat, and he grabbed the hem of her skirt, causing her to stumble and fall into the pool.
"Miss Qing," he raised his head by the pool and looked up at her, his voice ending in a hoarse voice soaked in mist.
In the hazy darkness, some ice patterns gathered by the cold marrow skill spread from the heart to the side of the neck, reflecting the cinnabar needle mark at the corner of the eye.
"Why don't you ask more questions? I am your slave. What do you want? I will find a way for you."
Young Master Jin Sheng is so resourceful.
He is probably the most resourceful person in the world.
But the love Gu is fake. It is not worth exchanging it for the third needle of the Yellow Emperor or her life.
Qing Guiyu nodded, "Can I ask you to stay away from me?"
"Miss Qing," Shen Juansheng said without anger, his voice so soft that it almost sounded like a whisper, "look at me."
"Look at me."
He said it again, his eyes fixed on her, and then he leaned forward slightly, his voice low and hoarse, with some sick breaths, "Do you really want me to stay away from you?"
Chen Jiansheng turned his head, his eyes still looking straight into hers, his wet black hair sticking to her neck. He smiled softly and repeated, "Miss Qing,"
The cold mist of black ice rose thinly, and it was very cold everywhere, but there was something hot secretly mixed in the mist, hovering and floating upwards.
He lowered his eyelashes in a low voice,
"Do you really think I can stay away from you?"
At that moment, she even admired herself for being able to remain calm in the face of such temptation.
But compared to beauty, being alive is more important.
So Qing Guiyu stopped looking at him, rubbed her face, tried to reduce the blush on her cheeks, and turned away.
Considering that Chen Juansheng's cold poison had just broken out, it was actually a lot lighter to just walk away than the two slaps before.
She was about to leave, but Shen Juansheng's reaction was unexpected.
He seemed to be genuinely injured. The injury was even more severe than the last time, like a venomous snake, already bright red, now oozing blood the same color as its scales.
"Why?"
The young man's Adam's apple moved, and condensed ice beads slid down his collarbone, creating tiny ripples on the surface of the black ice pool.
He shook his head slowly, his drooping black hair disappearing into the cold mist. His tone suddenly became difficult, almost close to disgust.
"Seven years ago, I could. Now, I can't."
The voice was so unfamiliar that it almost made her stunned.
The young man in the medicine house was thin and taciturn. But Young Master Jin Sheng always appeared calm and composed, as if nothing in the world could embarrass him.
However, no matter when, considering the character of Shen Juansheng, when had he ever used such a tone of deep dislike and awkward questioning? Qing Guiyu thought carefully and it seemed that he had never done so before.
But after his repeated calculations, hearing him say these words only made people feel weird.
"How dare you say that? Compared to seven years ago?" Qing Guiyu turned his head and asked calmly, "Love Gu? Golden Needle?"
He was silent. The room was filled with mist, and the coldness of the black ice was enough to penetrate the human body.
"I shouldn't be like that, Qing-Miss."
Shen Jiansheng finally spoke, raised his head, and smiled softly as he usually did. He waved his hand, causing a subtle sound of water.
"Don't remember it anymore. I hate that time."
Although this is also human nature. Who in the world would not want to be the famous Golden Voice Master today, but want to be the lonely young man in her medicine house back then?
But these words did make her feel a little sad. With Master Jinsheng's talent and wisdom, he could answer ten questions with one answer and had a deep understanding of people's hearts. He wished he could speak eloquently, but he had to say it so bluntly and harshly.
When people finally reach a high position, it's not uncommon for them to be reluctant to face the path they've taken from. Furthermore, being taken in and treated in Medicine King Valley as a young man wasn't exactly a glorious experience, and perhaps even owed a favor to a discarded disciple of Medicine King Valley.
Even if Chen Juansheng didn't want her to live anymore, it wasn't hard to understand. Furthermore, he still had to rely on her to save his life, so it was only natural for him to feel some dislike for the kindness he had shown her.
This is how she comforted herself.
Qing Guiyu sighed. To be fair, although their separation was not pleasant, she had not treated him harshly during those days.
At most, I would play some slightly bad jokes on him.
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