Didn't she come to Tianyin Pavilion specifically to see him? Gu Yanfei was an honest child, and answered honestly: "I came to watch the show."
Xiahou Qing looked at her deeply with an evil smile in his eyes.
Gu Yanfei also looked at Xiahou Qing with a faint smile.
The two looked at each other quietly.
Xiahou Qing narrowed his sparkling black eyes and looked at Gu Yanfei intently with a deep gaze.
She looked extremely relaxed and had a casual attitude.
Unlike other people, when they saw him, their eyes were always filled with fear, disgust, uneasiness and nervousness.
It seems to have been like this since the last time we met.
She was not afraid of him.
In her eyes, he seemed no different from everyone else.
There was a moment of silence in the private room. Only the singing of the actors outside and the slow sound of drums and strings could be heard coming from the lobby on the first floor.
Xiahou Qing casually turned the blood ring on his finger and slowly said four words:
"The saint is ill."
He just said this and stopped talking, with a few eerie lights flowing in his eyes.
She said last time that the Emperor's Star was dim and the Saint would fall seriously ill in a month...
And now, less than a month has passed, and the saint has fallen ill.
The atmosphere in the private room suddenly became cold, and the air seemed to be frozen.
Xiahou Qing's left hand, which was wearing the blood ring, made a fist and tapped lightly on the window sill twice, as if he was impatient and threatening, but the movement was not large.
The next moment, the music outside stopped abruptly, and the actors on the stage all fell silent, as if their voices had been sucked away by some magical spell.
This sudden silence gives people an eerie feeling.
The audience in the hall below didn't know what was going on. They looked at each other, and then started to make noise in twos and threes.
Gu Yanfei was still lazily leaning on the windowsill, his right fist supporting his cheek, without even moving his eyes or eyebrows, and said calmly: "I said one month, and it means one month."
"If your country's saint is sick now, he must be faking it."
"Oh?" There was a dangerous cold light in Xiahou Qing's eyes. He neither said he believed it nor said he didn't believe it.
"Come, I'll calculate for you again." Gu Yanfei took out a compass from his sleeve with nimble fingers, and with his other hand he made a finger gesture towards him, smiling with half-curved and half-narrowed eyes, with a bit of amusement on his face, looking like a charlatan.
An icy chill emanated from Xiahou Qing's body, and he knocked on the windowsill again without saying a word.
After knocking twice, not only the sound of opera but even the voices of the guests could no longer be heard.
Inside the huge Tianyin Pavilion, there was a dead silence, which formed a sharp contrast with the previous hustle and bustle.
It was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, as if there was an invisible barrier separating this private room from the surroundings, and as if everyone else had disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It seemed that only Gu Yanfei and Xiahou Qing were left here.
The silence continued, as if silently telling Gu Yanfei that this was his, Xiahou Qing's, territory.
Since she chose to step in, life and death are no longer hers to decide.
"Forget it." Xiahou Qing stared at her, his blood-red thin lips curved into an arc that seemed like a smile, like a crescent blood moon, revealing an ominous aura.
Gu Yanfei sighed leisurely and thought that she should talk to Wei Jiaoniang next time and decide that they should go to another place to watch the show.
What a pity, the opera here is really good.
She fiddled with the compass casually, and the needle on the compass began to move rapidly.
Xiahou Qing lowered his eyes, looked at the left hand that had just knocked on the windowsill, frowned, took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, and carefully wiped his slender jade-like fingers.
It became quieter around.
The pointer turned very quickly, making a slight sound similar to the vibration of wings.
The pointer's speed changes from fast to slow...
Then, the thin needle broke in the middle, and the tip of the needle gently fell on the compass, while the remaining half of the needle was still spinning...
Huh? Gu Yanfei raised his eyebrows, a rare look of surprise between his brows.
She looked at him, sighed, revealed a one-sided smile, and said hesitantly: "Well...if I say that this is God's will, do you believe it?"
"What do you say?" Xiahou Qing asked, casually rubbing the handkerchief in his hand.
His knuckles crackled, but that beautiful and enchanting face was smiling, and his slightly raised phoenix eyes revealed a sinister evil charm.
Gu Yanfei shook his head honestly and rubbed his chin with his index finger as if he was thinking.
Not to mention Xia Houqing, even she herself couldn't believe it. How could the needle break at this moment ? What did she calculate with this compass last time?
She lowered her eyes and thought, her gaze shifted, and suddenly she felt a darkness in front of her eyes, as if a layer of dark clouds was coming.
When she looked up again, she saw Xiahou Qing had stood up at some point, leaning forward towards her. The red ribbon in his hair fell down and just fell on his cheek, as if there was a bloodstain on his cheek, weird and dangerous.
In the blink of an eye, the two were only two inches apart.
So close that if she moved her hand half an inch further, she would be able to touch his scarlet luck...
Gu Yanfei's fingers curled up restlessly, ready to move.
"Is it fun to play tricks on me?" Xiahou Qing said slowly, enunciating each word with a charming and dazzling smile on his face. As he spoke, a cold breath touches her cheek vaguely, like a ghost.
"Second Miss Gu."
He pointed out Gu Yanfei's identity in one sentence, telling her clearly that he had checked her background thoroughly and that the monk could run away but the temple could not.
"Or do you have any tricks to convince me today?"
As he spoke, Xiahou Qing moved an inch closer to Gu Yanfei. His eyes, which were as dark as ink, seemed to contain endless darkness, and he stared at her almost with murderous intent.
His left hand wearing the blood ring was placed on the windowsill again, as if he would give instructions to his subordinates hiding in the darkness in the next moment.
And this time, he will take her life!
"Your temper is still as bad as before!" Gu Yanfei raised his eyebrows and muttered with a sigh, complaining but showing no fear.
"Hmm?" Xiahou Qing narrowed his charming eyes.
"Heavy..." Gu Yanfei wanted to ask her to recalculate, but suddenly noticed that the inner and outer corners of his eyes were full of bloodshot and the whites of his eyes were slightly blue. She raised her hand and touched his pulse on his right wrist, only to find it was cold.
She asked casually, "Are you sick?"
Is she trying to please him?! Xiahou Qing stared closely at every change in Gu Yanfei's expression, his eyes cold and cold, with a charming and mocking smile.
Gu Yanfei didn't expect him to answer. Feeling the pulse under his fingers, he continued to mutter to himself: "Insufficient Yang Qi, blocked Governor Vessel, and even imbalanced Yin and Yang. When Yang is deficient, Yin is strong..."
Gu Yanfei muttered to himself.
She had never seen Xiahou Qing's pulse like this before.
The Ren meridian governs blood and is the sea of yin meridians; the Du meridian governs qi and is the sea of yang meridians.
Young people in their twenties are in the prime of their life and should have abundant yang energy. How come they have insufficient yang and excessive yin?
He had only said half of this when Xiahou Qing's expression changed completely. The smile froze on his lips, and his eyes were filled with murderous intent, like the ice and snow on Mount Tianshan that had not melted for thousands of years.
She is so brave, she dares...
The scarlet aura around him also gushed out, like a sea of fire raging wildly in the dark night, so crazy, so weird, and with a determination to destroy the world.
This guy really gets angry at any time, his temper is too bad. Gu Yanfei muttered in his heart and reached out to touch his sword.
Alas! This private room is too small, just like the pavilion on the farm, which makes her feel constrained. She must find a bigger place next time! "Meow!"
A spirited cat's meow sounded, and the next moment, the calico cat, which had eaten and drunk its fill, came up from the lobby downstairs again, still acting like an immortal without touching the ground, and landed lightly on the table.
The cat didn't pay any attention to Xiahou Qing. It turned its back to him and meowed at Gu Yanfei, announcing contentedly: It was full!
Xiahou Qing didn't care about a kitten at all. The hand with the blood ring crossed the table and attacked Gu Yanfei...
The cat heard the noise behind it, turned its head suddenly, and meowed in confusion. Its emerald green eyes sparkled and met Xiahou Qing's blood-red phoenix eyes.
When the man and the cat looked at each other, Xiahou Qing's left hand paused in mid-air, and his almost crazy eyes were fixed on the charming cat's eyes.
At this moment, time seemed to stand still.
The standing Xiahou Qing was much taller than the calico cat squatting on the table. His forward-leaning body cast a shadow on the cat, bringing an invisible sense of oppression.
Cats don't like the feeling of being looked down upon by humans at all.
"Meow!" The calico cat straightened up and slapped him in the face with one paw, pushing him back.
It doesn’t hurt at all when the soft pads hit your face.
There was a flash of strong resistance in Xiahou Qing's eyes, and he struggled for a moment, but when he met the kitten's beautiful and clear eyes, he sat back involuntarily.
As he sat there, neither smiling nor speaking, the evil and enchanting aura around him disappeared.
Qingguang looked at the two people on both sides of the table, who were as tall as him, and shouted with pride.
It had just eaten downstairs and was now a little thirsty. Seeing that there was water in the cup in front of Xiahou Qing, its voice softened and it meowed again, half asking for food and half acting coquettishly.
Xiahou Qing lowered his eyes and stared at the kitten in front of him. His snow-white cheeks were slightly flushed. He asked softly, "Do you want to drink?"
If you only look at his face, he looks like an innocent and naive boy.
His voice is very unique, clear and ethereal. When his voice softens at this moment, it is like a river of spring water flowing into one's heart.
The cat nodded and meowed happily again. Of course it wanted it.
Xiahou Qing handed his white porcelain cup to the cat's mouth.
Qingguang leaned forward to the cup and licked it happily...
The next moment, the round cat face froze, revealing naked disgust.
This is not water, it's wine! Pah! The cat spat the wine in its mouth back into Xiahou Qing's cup.
The cat with its head down didn't notice at all that there seemed to be two ferocious beasts fighting fiercely in Xiahou Qing's pupils.
(End of this chapter)
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