Chapter 82: That's it? Calculating the hearts of the people?
Qing Guiyu folded his arms and waited for him.
She waited for his rebuttal, for his ridicule, for him to come up with some new, more ingenious trick to entangle her.
But this Young Master Jin Sheng did nothing.
Chen Juansheng slowly lowered his head, his jet-black hair intertwined with the golden thread, sliding softly down his cheeks, hiding most of his face in shadow.
Qing Guiyu felt uneasy when he saw his appearance.
I even felt a little suspicious, wondering if my words were a bit too harsh.
After all, it doesn't seem like a glorious thing to argue with a blind man who was mentally ill and was driven crazy by one's own treatment.
——It seems even more embarrassing to do so little in summary.
She hated to see others looking so distraught, especially when she was the one who caused them to look so distraught.
Damn it. She sighed inwardly, having fallen into his trap again.
This guy must have anticipated that she would say this, and was waiting here, using his pitiful appearance of being exposed, abandoned, and degraded to the dust to win her last bit of sympathy.
She was wondering whether she should scold him a few more times to wake him up, or just turn around and leave, out of sight, out of mind, when she saw Chen Juansheng's body sway slightly.
Quiet.
Deathly quiet.
Just as she was struggling with her conscience and wondering whether she should say something to make up for it, Shen Juansheng suddenly took a very light breath.
Then, Qing Guiyu watched helplessly as the bright red color, which was so familiar and intimate, suddenly burst out from under his cold fingertips.
From the jaw, to the corner of the lips, then to the bridge of the nose, finally, it surged up vigorously, and the eyes, which were always covered with a layer of ice, and the temples, which were set off by the golden thread and looked a little more luxurious, were all burned into a gorgeous rosy color.
Qing Guiyu was stunned by the shock.
Are you a peach blossom? Your face is full of peach blossoms after just one sentence?
What kind of trick was this? How could anything she had just said match his demeanor, like a lady from a wealthy family being proposed to in public?
"You..." She took a half step back warily, suspecting that this was some new trap.
Shen Juansheng seemed completely caught off guard by his own body's reaction. He suddenly raised his hand, trying to cover his burning face, but as soon as his fingertips touched it, he felt as if he had been burned and hastily withdrew it.
The ice in those eyes, now melted by the violent emotional fluctuations, seemed to be covered with a thicker, wet mist. Her eyelashes trembled violently, almost forming drops of water.
"This..." Qing Guiyu had lived for over twenty years, and this was the first time he had seen someone blush so intensely, so intensely, that it almost burned him out. He didn't care about being surprised, and stepped forward to feel his pulse.
"Don't...don't come over here."
He suddenly spoke, his voice was extremely hoarse, and he let out strangled, broken gasps.
Shen Juansheng turned his head away in embarrassment, finally covering his horribly red face with his hands. But the blush refused to let him go, flowing freely from between his fingers, making them look like bright jade.
"Chen Juansheng, are you..."
"No!" he interrupted her abruptly, turning his head, the sinister golden hair swaying past his ears, and added fiercely, "No!"
She was not afraid of his threat, but was stunned by his rare harsh words.
Young Master Jin Sheng seemed to have exhausted all his strength to barely keep himself steady and avoid falling down. One hand tightly grasped the corner of the table beside him.
She was about to say something, but she saw that Shen Juansheng's fingertips were trembling slightly as he covered his face with his hands.
A bolt of thunder struck her head directly.
No, no, no!
If he cried again, and his icy haze worsened, would he truly be beyond help? Would this Heavenly Secret Pavilion Master truly be condemned to the eternal legend of "blinded by love, weeping blind"?
Then she, Qing Guiyu, will probably also be infamous for eternity.
"Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry!" When she saw him like this, she panicked and didn't care about the rules between men and women. She grabbed his hand that was covering his face and shouted repeatedly, "Shen Yansheng! Eyes! Eyes! Eyes!"
Her movements were too fast and her strength was too strong. Shen Juansheng staggered when she pulled him, and the hand slipped from his face.
"I don't……"
He didn't cry, but his eyes seemed to be filled with thick fog, hazy and dim, shattering her reflection in them.
"I know you're not crying!" Qing Guiyu stamped her feet anxiously, but she didn't dare to loosen her grip, fearing that tears would fall if she did. "I'm afraid you'll cry! You don't understand what I'm saying, do you? If you cry again, you'll lose these eyes!"
She was so anxious that she was spinning around, but she didn't dare to move too hard, for fear of touching him and causing more trouble. It felt like holding a glass lamp, and with a whoosh, before she could react, the lamp ignited in her hand.
This urgent scolding, mixed with worry and anger, was like a basin of cold water poured over his head, finally extinguishing some of the surging emotions in Shen Juansheng.
She held his hand, and the frightening blush on his face seemed to have been cut off from its source by the rebuke, and began to fade away slowly and arduously, bit by bit.
The color faded reluctantly, leaving mottled and beautiful traces of moisture on the somewhat sickly and pale face, like peach petals blown to the ground by the wind after the rain.
He finally stopped pretending to be about to cry, and Qing Guiyu felt a little relieved. But she still didn't dare to loosen her grip, fearing that he would become upset and cause her to have another attack.
"Shen Tianji,"
She leaned over, looking up at his handsome face, which still had some red marks on it. She felt like a worried old woman again, so she had to be patient and try to reason with him, "Look at you now, what's the point of saying this?"
He didn't say anything, just pursed his lips slightly.
"You are the dignified Master of the Tianji Pavilion, with your meticulous planning and your unparalleled influence. What about me? I am just a wandering doctor who knows a few acupuncture techniques."
She stretched out her hand and gestured in front of him.
"According to those storybooks, you're a powerful official who can make the world go round and round with a wave of your hand. And I," she pointed at herself, "am at best a, uh, chivalrous knight with unique skills, who comes and goes like the wind."
She lifted herself up and thought to herself that there was nothing wrong with her.
"But look now," she nodded at him and then at herself with her chin.
"I stand, you sit. I scold you, you listen. I tell you not to move, you don't dare to move. I tell you not to cry, you hold back your tears."
The more she spoke, the more ridiculous it seemed to her, and she couldn't help laughing.
Shen Juansheng was not frightened by her sarcasm.
“Yes…yes.”
It took a long time before he finally found his voice again.
The tone was light, yet clear, and carried a sense of sober tragedy.
"Miss Qing, you are right."
He admitted it.
He actually admitted it like that.
"Miss Qing is like a knight, and a knight always wants to save a beautiful woman."
"But," he suddenly said anxiously, "in the storybooks, the beauties who are rescued are usually powerless. Besides their beautiful appearance, they are left with nothing but grievances and nowhere to vent. They are bullied and framed, and can only wait for the knights to rescue them. The knights run around for them, heal their wounds, shield them from snipers, and think about them..."
He gave a mournful laugh.
"But I am a poisonous snake, a disaster, and the source of disturbance to your peaceful life." He spoke in such a low voice, appearing embarrassed, and each word was like a carving knife hanging on ice, dissecting himself.
ah?
Qing Guiyu stared at him, and Shen Juansheng's face suddenly turned red again.
Weird, so weird.
Beauty? The ruthless and scheming Master Jin Sheng, who could plot against people without leaving any bones behind in the blink of an eye?
But she really couldn't go against her conscience and say that he was not a beauty.
Even at this moment, his face was red and pale, and he looked exhausted.
For a moment the bright moon leaves its cold light,
For a moment the lotus gave off a special color.
She couldn't say the word "no" and swallowed her words.
"Hmm," she said in a deep voice, taking it as her agreement. She smiled lightly and continued,
"After being rescued, the beauty should be docile and obedient, serving the knight wholeheartedly, hoping that he will marry her."
"But I...but I..." He suddenly seemed to have something stuck in his throat. The expression on his face changed from embarrassed to irritable, and finally fell into a sad confusion.
"...But I..." Shen Juansheng took a deep breath, "But this 'beauty' of mine...really wants..."
He lowered his entire face behind his hair and golden thread, and his voice became trembling.
"I really want...the knight who saved me to...can,can marry me."
"What should I do?"
Young Master Jinsheng, the master of strategists, pondered for a long time with his mind that could calculate the hearts of the people in the world.
I was genuinely worried about this absurd cause and effect that I had derived from a street novel.
But Qing Guiyu was really in trouble. At this time, she thought of what Huo Erniang said, that Shen Tianji could actually say sweet words.
But this is not just about saying sweet words, this is clearly about being able to say sweet words and becoming an immortal.
Master Jinsheng was really good at speaking sweet words with his lobbyist-like rhetoric.
Qing Guiyu looked at him like this, and remembered that he had acted on his own back then, and felt very guilty.
I could only push up his drooping hair and comfort him solemnly,
"You see, I can always find some way to offset the effect of the needle. Then, perhaps I can be freed from all the suffering caused by these chaotic emotions."
Shen Yansheng was stunned.
The chaotic expression and embarrassment suddenly disappeared, and he looked up at her blankly with his blind, dark eyes.
"But..." His brows seemed to be gloomy, "But I..."
Then his eyes turned red and he stood up suddenly, with golden threads fluttering. His movements were so quick and decisive that he didn't look like a blind person at all. Qing Guiyu was stunned by the shock.
"A deep voice? Eyes—"
"Well, Miss Qing, it's okay," Young Master Jinsheng interrupted her, turned around, and said to her gently, "The man downstairs tells a very good story. I'll go and listen to it too..."
He continued quietly and softly,
"Listen to how that loyal and righteous woman in the martial arts world finally stabbed me to death."
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