"Meow!"
"Meow~"
Inside the carriage, the pleasant, soft meows of cats could be heard from time to time, sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes high, sometimes low, adding a sense of leisure and contentment.
"Long live, long live, long live!"
After the cheers, a young man in blue clothes quickly walked to the side of the carriage, with a corner of his black shirt exposed at the collar. He leaned against the carriage and reported softly, "Master, the man has been beheaded. His head has fallen to the ground."
The young man in blue responded with a long silence.
When he thought he would not get any response for so long, a cold male voice came from the carriage:
"Walk."
The voice was ethereal and clear, as if it came from the clouds and blue sky on the top of Mount Tai.
The curtains fell, hiding the big red sleeves embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.
The young man in blue responded in a low voice, his expression and tone were very respectful.
Just as he was about to get on the shaft of the cart, he heard the driver in front of him say in a deep voice, "It's Miss Gu Er!"
"Meow!" An excited cat's cry was heard in the carriage.
"Second Miss Gu?" The young man in blue patted the driver's shoulder. "Where is she?"
"In the Rong Xiang Teahouse in front." The driver pointed to a teahouse in the front right with his right hand holding the whip.
The young man in blue raised his eyes and saw a familiar face behind a window on the second floor of a teahouse a few feet away. The face was smiling and looked extremely beautiful.
As the coachman uttered the last word, the curtain of the carriage was suddenly opened from the inside.
Xiahou Qing, dressed in a bright red shirt, walked down from the carriage with a look of disgust on his face. The bright red shirt shone brightly in the sunlight, as if the surroundings had been colored with more gorgeous colors because of his appearance.
"Meow~"
In his right hand he was holding a long-haired calico cat about five or six months old. He pinched the back of the cat's neck with two fingers. The cat's four paws were waving in the air, and its emerald green eyes were wide open.
The young man in blue looked at this scene, his eyes slightly widened, and he looked at Xiahou Qing with silent condemnation.
It seems to be saying, Master, you are so rude!!!
Xiahou Qing gritted his teeth, and the corners of his red and charming lips formed a cold and stiff arc.
He glanced coldly at the young man in blue. The young man looked at the soft and cute little kitten infatuatedly, thinking that if the master felt tired, he could help hold it.
Xiahou Qing pursed his thin lips even tighter and quickened his pace towards Rong Xiang Teahouse on the street. His tall back revealed a sense of irritability that was about to burst out.
The young man in blue jumped off the shaft of the cart and quickly chased after it.
Xiahou Qing strode into Rongxiang Teahouse carrying the cat and walked up the stairs to the second floor in a dignified manner.
The waiter at the back yelled, "Sir, the seats on the second floor are full."
"Sir, are you looking for a friend?"
Xiahou Qing ignored the waiter and floated to the end of the corridor on the second floor like a ray of red cloud.
"Bang!"
He didn't knock, but kicked the door of the private room open rudely, and the waiter exclaimed.
There were two people sitting in the private room, one in white and the other in purple, facing each other across the table.
The young man in white was pouring wine for the girl in purple. Even though the door was kicked open, the young man's hands remained steady and not a drop of wine was spilled.
Gu Yanfei leaned casually against the window. When he heard the sound, he looked towards the door. His eyes lit up and his brows smiled.
"Clear light!"
Almost at the same time she shouted, the calico cat was thrown out by that beautiful right hand.
"Your cat." Xiahou Qing said impatiently.
"Meow!" The cat stretched its body and limbs in the air and "flew" towards Gu Yanfei's arms like a young swallow returning to its nest. Its posture was so graceful and agile that it fell right into her hands.
It feels soft to the touch.
Gu Yanfei knew as soon as he touched the cat's soft belly that the cat, which had been kidnapped for seven days, had become fat.
The waiter at the back saw that they seemed to know each other, so he quietly retreated.
"Meow, meow!" The cat was in a very good mood and rubbed her palm happily with its cheeks.
Qingguang's eyes narrowed into two small crescent moons, and his long hair was shiny and smooth, looking finer and softer than the finest mink hair, and it shone with a beautiful luster in the sunlight through the window.
Around the cat's neck was a brand new bright red bib embroidered with flowing cloud patterns, and on its back was a small fist-sized backpack of the same color, also embroidered with flowing cloud patterns.
Gu Yanfei stroked the cat's back and casually pulled the drawstring of the small backpack. In an instant, round beads rolled out of the small backpack.
There are bright red coral beads, black and white pearls, luminous pearls, mutton-fat white jade beads, and agate beads... Finger-sized beads rolled on the table.
"Meow~"
The cat's eyes lit up, and it jumped onto the table excitedly, busy picking up the beads with its claws.
Gu Yanfei looked at the cat, then at Xia Houqing at the door, and asked with a strange look on his face: "Do you still have this hobby?"
She could see clearly that the material used for the bib and small backpack on the cat was the same as the robe on Xiahou Qing! There was silence in the private room.
The air suddenly turned cold.
The cat was unaware of anything and continued to play with the beads, having great fun.
He spoke softly, as if he was chatting casually, but the young man in blue who chased him outside the private room felt a chill and seemed to smell a faint smell of blood.
Xiahou Qing took a step closer to Gu Yanfei, her graceful eyes like a phoenix tail slightly raised, and her enchanting pupils were filled with strange waves.
This girl is really unscrupulous. Can't she learn to speak? !
Since you can't speak, just sew it up! He raised his thin lips, and with his right hand he pulled the blood ring on the middle finger of his left hand, suddenly pulling out a thin blood-red line.
It was unknown what material the thin line was made of, but it shone with a blood-cold luster.
A murderous aura was silently released from his simple action.
His temper is still so bad! Gu Yanfei curled his lips and touched the cat: "Qingguang, he didn't bully you, did he?"
"Meow meow meow!" The cat squatting on the table stopped playing with the beads. It squatted obediently in front of Gu Yanfei, pointed a paw at Xiahou Qing, and complained.
He kidnapped the cat and locked it up, not allowing it to go home.
Mao wanted to exaggerate and tell Gu Yanfei all the grievances he had suffered in the past few days.
Xiahou Qing looked at the complaining cat, his eyes twitched again and again, his pupils as deep as the abyss.
“Pah.”
Chu Yi gently put down the wine jug in his hand.
The sound of the wine jug hitting the table was not loud, but it just interrupted the tense atmosphere in the air.
Chu Yi raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the vegetable market outside the window, and said calmly: "What do you think, Lord Xiahou?"
Xiahou Qing turned his gaze to Chu Yi and stared at him for a moment, as if weighing something.
After a moment, the gloom in his eyes gradually subsided, and with a flick of his wide sleeves, the blood line was retracted into the ring.
"As for your country's affairs, I am just here to watch the fun." Xiahou Qing smoothed the wrinkles on his sleeves nonchalantly.
After a pause, he raised the corners of his bright red lips and said, "Besides, the chaos in Jing Country is not a bad thing for me."
His voice was light and casual, but there was a faint smell of blood, which clearly revealed his desire to create chaos in the world.
Chu Yi curled his lips and smiled, then took out a piece of agarwood token engraved with curling grass patterns from his sleeve.
He placed the palm-sized token on the table, with the word "Yu" engraved on the front.
Xiahou Qing, who was standing ten feet away, saw it clearly, and his pupils deepened as he stared at the token.
This is the family order passed down from generation to generation in the Yu family.
Chu Yi held the cup in one hand and took a sip of the wine leisurely, with a faint smile on the corner of his lips. He stretched out two fingers and pushed the token an inch in the direction of Xia Houqing, "Here."
Xiahou Qing's pupils shrank into a dot and he stared at the token intently.
He understood that what Chu Yi gave him was not just the token, but the Yu family.
Chu Yi gave him the entire Yu family.
To him, this is a great gift.
The corners of Xiahou Qing's lips slowly curled up, and his eyes and smile revealed an extreme madness and hatred.
The air in the private room became heavy, and the atmosphere became tense and weird.
All I could hear was the angry meows of cats.
The chatterbox cat kept complaining to its owner: "Meow, meow, meow..."
Gu Yanfei listened to the cat's complaints intermittently, patted its head perfunctorily, and said lazily: "I don't understand."
"Meow meow meow!" The cat was completely angry, puffing out its beard and glaring, even its long, furry tail was standing on end.
The man and the cat seemed unaware of the tense atmosphere around them.
Chu Yi put his fist to his lips and chuckled, then raised his hand elegantly to Xia Hou Qing and said, "Lord Xia Hou, please take a seat."
Xiahou Qing shifted his gaze from the token to Chu Yi, with a slight flash of blood in his eyes.
After standing still for a while, Xiahou Qing finally moved and walked over slowly. His long robe almost dragged on the ground, but when he walked, the hem of his robe flew up like flowing water, spotless.
He lifted his robe and sat down on a chair facing the window. He raised his eyelids, the whites of his eyes slightly turned outward, and looked at Chu Yi steadily, uttering two words: "Conditions."
"That's refreshing." Chu Yi clapped his hands lightly, the smile on the corners of his lips deepening by three points.
His voice was gentle and calm: "I want to cross the country."
The soft and charming sunlight cast a shadow on his handsome face. His expression was gentle and elegant, and he had an aura of profound and majestic nature that made people dare not take him lightly.
There was silence in the private room.
Xiahou Qing held his forehead with his hand and suddenly laughed: "Haha...haha, hahaha..."
His laughter grew louder and louder, his thin shoulders shook violently, causing his clothes to tremble along with it, and the smile on his face was like a suddenly blooming flower, flamboyant and enchanting.
After a moment, Xiahou Qing stopped laughing, his eyes were tinged with blood, and he snorted, "What a big tone!"
Chu Yi dared to ask for the Kingdom of Yue in front of him. This was not just a big talk, his ambition was even bigger.
"It's only been a few days, Master Yi," Xiahou Qing said with a sneer of sarcasm, "It's not good to be too greedy."
(End of this chapter)
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