Chapter 85: A bloody feast at Tunyun Tower, a meticulously planned siege...
Chapter 85
Qing Guiyu was being held in such a way by him again, but she felt a little confused. She had no right to control how the Tianji Pavilion acted. But he was blind, and if he really insisted on holding a banquet, she couldn't say anything at that time.
"Master and uncle, this is my new favorite concubine. I scolded her and made her cry a few days ago, and she cried until her eyes went blind. I brought her here today to pay her respects to you two."
So she had to make her own plans.
*
The finest restaurant in Longcheng was called "Tunyunlou." Its name was impressive, and so was its architecture, clearly in keeping with Li Chengjin's wishes. With its soaring eaves and brackets, carved railings, and jade masonry, it soared three stories high that it practically reached the walls of the nearby imperial palace.
This is the Hongmen Banquet, of course.
Before going to the banquet, Qing Guiyu looked in the bronze mirror and felt that his appearance was a living footnote to the phrase "going through fire and water".
She had to be extremely alert, lest Shen Juansheng fail to find the needle for her and be stabbed to death by Uncle Meng's sword first.
Therefore, she only wore the most ordinary green clothes, wore the old bamboo flute at her waist, and tied her long hair up high so that the two copper rings were stuck.
There is no reason for this outfit, just so that I can take action at any time, or escape at any time when I can't bear it anymore.
But when the door was pushed open and Shen Jiansheng walked in, she really felt like a dusty girl who had just crawled out from under the stove.
Young Master Jin Sheng was obviously dressed up carefully.
He changed into a more complicated black robe. The lapels and wide sleeves were densely embroidered with curling grass patterns using darker black silk threads, and the edges were outlined with fine golden threads. As he walked, a clear light flowed.
She wore a small hollow black jade crown on her head, her black hair was wrapped with gold, and thin gold threads hung down on both sides. The gold threads extended all the way to her waist, where they were tied into an exquisite necklace, with the heavy iron order of Chiwen Tower hanging below.
The frailty caused by long-term illness and the dangers of planning the world were perfectly concealed by this carefully tailored robe, leaving only a harmless grace.
He was already too good-looking, and now with the careful decoration, he looked like a gorgeous and noble young man from a noble family who had walked out of an ancient painting.
The last remaining thoughts of protecting Qing Guiyu were completely shattered by his ostentatious appearance.
"Chen Juansheng," she walked over and looked him up and down, "Are you going to ascend the throne, or to choose a concubine? Or to attend the Luming or Qionglin Banquet? Who are you showing off to, dressed like this?"
"For Miss Qing to see." He answered as matter-of-factly as flowing water, with a smile, and then added, "And for everyone in the world to see."
Then stop for a while,
"Miss Qing," Chen Juansheng turned his head and explained with a smile, "This time, not only are the teachers from Medicine King Valley watching, but also the various factions in the martial arts world. If Chen Juansheng looks down and out today, with his clothes disheveled, wouldn't that be embarrassing for Miss Qing? Wouldn't it make it seem like this love poison was cast with such poor judgment?"
The young man in black embroidered robes lowered his voice, almost like a sigh, "I've been ill for a long time. Others would say you've put so much effort into this sickly, weakling. That's really... wronged you."
It's a great honor that Qing Guiyu actually has such a luxurious thing.
She was almost so angry that she wanted to laugh, but she couldn't.
"Let's go." She stopped pestering him and turned around to walk out.
"Miss Qing," he suddenly called her, his voice slightly embarrassed, "Your eyes..."
Qing Guiyu was stunned and touched his face, "What's wrong with my eyes?"
"It looks good." He said softly, and a faint blush began to appear on his pretty face. "It's just that mine doesn't look very good."
He pointed to his empty eyes.
Qing Guiyu's heart sank. This was the most difficult part. A blind man, facing a room full of charismatic figures in a dangerous place, was practically committing suicide.
She quickly stepped forward and raised her head. "How are your eyes today?"
"Not very good," he said with a smile, not at all discouraged. "The light and shadows are blurry, too. It's almost like being completely blind."
She could ignore the rumors, but she couldn't ignore the teachers in Yaowang Valley.
Master Chen and Uncle Meng are both experts in medicine. If people could tell that he was blind, they would not be able to hide the fact if they questioned him.
"How are you going to explain it?" She pointed at his face. "Tell people you've been missing me so much these past few days that you've become sick and cried every night, and that's why you went blind?"
She had meant it to be sarcastic, but she hadn't expected the blush on Shen Juansheng's face to actually deepen. He lowered his eyelashes and remained silent for a moment, looking as if he were in deep thought.
Jiang Qing Guiyu regretted it so much that he quickly waved his hands, "I was just talking nonsense! Don't take it seriously!"
If word of this gets out, her reputation as the "poisonous witch" will probably be more secure than the throne.
"Well," Young Master Jinsheng showed a hint of disappointment, then leaned down slightly, facing her so close, and said softly, "So... can you lend me something?"
Before he finished speaking, a cold light flashed.
The golden thread on her wrist suddenly appeared, and a two-finger-wide strip of cloth was cut off from the side of her green dress.
Qing Guiyu was startled by his sudden action and took a half step back, and the cloth belt had already fallen into his palm.
The young man in black held the green cloth belt in front of his eyes. Although he couldn't see it, he seemed to be examining it carefully. The blush on his face deepened a little, and he even looked a little embarrassed and ashamed.
Then, Master Jinsheng raised his hand and gently covered his eyes with the soft blue cloth. The soft cloth covered his eyes, which were always filled with mist, and also concealed the bright needle marks left by the needle.
"If anyone asks," he tied the cloth belt and raised his head. The blush on his face had not faded, but he had regained his calm look. He even blinked his eyes covered by the cloth at her.
"I said—'That's how she likes it, and there's nothing I can do about it.'"
It's just like a handsome man in the boudoir, who is forced by his sweetheart to do something ridiculous and is helpless.
Before Qing Guiyu was pissed to death by him,
He chuckled again, "Well, Miss Qing. No one in the world is willing to reveal their true feelings, so I'm sure no one will ask about such elegant boudoir interests in public."
Boudoir...elegant interest?
Who has such elegance?!
Your home has it! Shen engraved sound!
Qing Guiyu resisted the urge to ask him who liked this. He would only make more mistakes if he continued to talk, so he just swung his bamboo flute, showing some anger, and turned away.
"Miss Qing," Shen Juan suddenly called her, his gentle tone suddenly filled with anxiety and embarrassment, "I... have something to ask of you."
Young Master Jin Sheng's strategies for her were always messed up, but they were always effective, so Qing Guiyu turned around and listened carefully.
But a thin layer of red appeared on Shen Juansheng's face. He seemed to be unable to speak, and lowered his eyelashes.
"Later, no matter what happens at the banquet, no matter what others say or do..." He looked shy, but his voice was clear and penetrating. "Miss Qing, you... you must not leave my side, okay?"
"Please." Shen Juansheng picked up the hanging cloth belt in his hand, lowered his eyelashes, and continued.
The snake was so beautiful and uneasy that it made her more cautious and suspicious.
She didn't answer, and the silence was taken as her consent.
*
With such grandeur, the Tianji Pavilion was already packed with distinguished guests within two days of the invitation being posted. Not only did the heroes from Yaowang Valley and those who had come to search for the needle, but even prominent figures from Dragon City had rushed to the venue, eager to join in the excitement of this grand event.
There were a lot of cars and horses outside the building, and a lot of noise inside the building.
Qing Guiyu stepped into the noisy hall and felt like every step was walking on the edge of a knife.
The private rooms on the upper floors of the three pavilions of Swallowing Clouds Tower were enormous, large enough to accommodate a hundred people. By this time, the seats were already completely occupied, with nearly all the well-known sects in the martial arts world, each with their own agenda, sending representatives.
Then the young man in black clothes with gold thread and a bright silk crown walked up slowly with the girl in green clothes.
He has an upright figure and a gentle demeanor. The black hair tied around his eyes is more like a token of trust than a cover, indicating some subtle restraint and intimacy.
Everyone present saw that Mr. Jin Sheng, who was infected with the love poison, was truly handsome and charming.
Looking at the girl in green beside him, he saw that the belt around her waist was obviously too short. Thinking about the rumors circulating in the martial arts world, his expression suddenly became weird and wonderful in an unpredictable way.
Even though Qing Guiyu had experienced many storms, he couldn't help but feel his scalp tingling and his palms sweating when he was slowly being stared at by hundreds of gazes.
Shen Jiansheng seemed oblivious. He couldn't see, so he ignored those glances. He simply tilted his head, leaning slightly toward her.
The two elders of Medicine King Valley were seated at the head of the private room. Meng Ziliu's face was ashen, his hand already on his newly acquired longsword. Qing Guiyu watched, a flicker of pity in Chen Yunfeng's eyes.
"Master, Uncle." She had no choice but to walk forward under everyone's gaze and bow deeply to the two of them.
"You..." Meng Ziliu stood up suddenly, pointing at her, shaking with anger, "You even know about Medicine King Valley! You...you are actually involved with this..."
"Junior sister, sit down." The elder Chen Yunfeng beside him spoke. His face was gentle, and although his expression was unpleasant, he was still calm. He looked at Qing Guiyu, his eyes filled with deep pain and disappointment, and then shook his head. "Guiyu, you... are confused."
Meng Ziliu sat back in his seat and glanced at Chen Jiansheng. Seeing his expression, he thought he was just being mysterious again. He snorted coldly, slammed the table, and said angrily, "Master Chen, you were so arrogant in my Medicine King Valley that day! Why are you pretending to be so arrogant at the banquet today?"
"Elder Meng, please calm down." Young Master Jin Sheng bowed to the ground, his eyes, covered by a green cloth, turning in Meng Ziliu's direction. "That day, it was the junior Meng Lang who was trapped by love and lost his composure for a moment. I came here today because of this matter."
He straightened up, took a step forward, and his golden silk fluttered in the wind.
"Master Zhanggu's benevolence and medical skills are admired throughout the world. His life's work, besides saving countless lives, is the secret art of the golden needle. The method of warming the jade needle contained within it is a medical treasure. The whereabouts of this needle is unknown, which must be Master Zhanggu's lifelong regret."
Chen Yunfeng and Meng Ziliu looked at each other. This matter had been a secret of Yaowang Valley for many years and there was no way outsiders could know it.
"Warm Jade Needle..." Chen Yunfeng said with difficulty, "There was once one in the valley. Now that it's lost, the story behind it can be explained."
When Meng Ziliu heard him talk like this, he put away his anger and continued doubtfully,
"That warm jade needle was given to our Valley Master by the Snow Mountain Sect when Junior-nephew Lu was a child, as a token of gratitude for our sect's medical care. With all the fanfare and fanfare going on today, is there truly a second one in the world?"
Master Jin Sheng pondered for a moment, then suddenly bowed again.
"I am not talented, but I am willing to atone for my past mistakes," he said loudly to the crowd of people in the Jianghu. "I am Chen Juansheng, honored to be the head of the Tianji Pavilion."
"I am willing to devote all my efforts to finding this needle for Medicine King Valley. If any of my fellow jianghu have any clues, the Tianji Pavilion will reward you with a huge reward. If you can find this needle, everyone in the Tianji Pavilion will follow your lead."
These words were like thunder out of the blue.
What kind of a clan was Tianji Pavilion? They were actually making such a solemn promise for a lost item from Yaowang Valley.
Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment. Just as the whole room was filled with confusion and silence, the atmosphere was extremely subtle.
A seemingly ordinary drinker at the next table trembled slightly as he held the teacup in his hand.
With a "click".
The teacup slipped out of his hand, fell to the ground and broke into several pieces.
The sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in the silent hall full of people.
Almost at the same moment,
A gray shadow suddenly rose from the side of the drinker like a ghost, and the short blade in its hand drew a strange arc and stabbed directly at another guest in fancy clothes who was drinking at the next table.
Something unexpected happened.
The merchant in fancy clothes also reacted very quickly. He lowered his body, threw out the wine glass in his hand, and drew the soft sword at his waist with his backhand.
But the gray shadow moved faster. He turned the short blade, which was obviously a feint. He suddenly pulled out another short knife from his waist and followed up.
Seeing that the merchant was about to die on the spot, the man suddenly turned his head towards the people at the top.
"Master, be careful!"
Qing Guiyu shouted loudly, twirled the bamboo flute, and was about to pounce forward.
But as soon as she moved, she was grabbed by a strong force, and then she fell into a cold embrace.
The silk blades on the black robe swayed, covering her whole body tightly behind her. Shen Juansheng held her tightly with one hand, and suddenly raised the other hand.
Almost at the same moment, Qing Guiyufu was about to start practicing his skills, but suddenly he remembered what Chen Juansheng had told him when he came. In that split second, he was led by Master Jinsheng and took a half step back.
Suddenly the string turned, and the golden thread rose horizontally.
"Do it." The young man in black clothes said sternly.
There was no gentleness in that voice, only a cold murderous aura like ice and iron.
Almost at the same time,
In the lobby, from all directions, several figures were mixed and moving forward one after another.
On the east side, Fuxi had appeared behind a swordsman who was watching. He spread out his crimson robe sleeves, and the sword light flashed like stars, piercing the swordsman's back.
To the west, Chaofeng's hunched figure tumbled down from the beams. With a flick of his right hand, over a dozen bone-eating nails rained down on him, emitting a sinister, cold light. A four-pronged iron hook, attached to the severed arm of his left hand, snarled with a shrill sound as it clawed at a swordsman who was rising in shock.
The gray-clad assassin who was fighting with the merchant was Pulao.
Swords and knives came out from all directions, sharp light burst out, and the sound of metal came one after another, forming a continuous sound.
The entire Tunyun Tower instantly turned from a feast into a carefully planned bloody siege.
The one being surrounded was none other than the one who had long since vanished from the Nine Dragons of the Tianji Pavilion.
"Suanni!"
Chaofeng is on the top, Fuxi is on the left, and Pulao is on the right.
The golden threads flickered, the Chiwen reached the center, and the voice of Master Jinsheng suddenly rang out indifferently in the midst of this momentary chaos.
"How long are you going to hide?"
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