Xiahou Qing's enchanting phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a strange light burst out of his eyes.
“Pah!”
Xiahou Qing suddenly clapped his hands softly and a charming smile appeared on his face.
Yes, that was one time and this is another time.
Chu Yi could be the sickly Prince Yi who had been hiding in Nanyue for eight years;
Chu Yi could also calmly encourage himself to support the fifteenth prince to ascend the throne, and use the emperor to control the princes;
Of course, Chu Yi could also ambitiously seek to seize the territory of South Vietnam.
"Lord Xiahou," Chu Yi said calmly, playing with the wine glass in his hand, "What you want is not this world, but I am."
Chu Yi looked directly at Xiahou Qing without any hesitation, his ambition clearly revealed in his black jade pupils.
The two people's eyes met quietly in mid-air, as if they were engaged in a silent duel.
In the silence, the young man in green walked in silently holding a tray. On the tray were two celadon pots, one large and one small, and two emerald green luminous cups.
The young man in blue first poured a glass of wine, and then used another smaller celadon pot to pour a glass of goat's milk into another luminous cup.
Two identical luminous cups were given out separately, the wine was given to Xiahou Qing, and the goat milk was given to the cat.
After doing all this, the young man in blue quietly walked out with the tray in his hand.
Xiahou Qing picked up the luminous cup filled with wine and shook it gently. The aroma of the wine gradually spread in the air.
He did not directly answer Chu Yi's question, but spoke in a soft and charming voice, "Are you going to change a country just for the Yu family?"
"The Yu family is just a small token of my sincerity." Chu Yi's smile was still as gentle as the spring breeze, and his tone was neither hurried nor slow, "With Lord Xiahou's ability, if you want Yu Si to die, it can't be easier."
"but……"
Having said that, Chu Yi stopped talking abruptly and took a sip of the wine elegantly.
The Yu family is an aristocratic family that has existed for three or four hundred years, and has played a vital role in the history of the previous dynasty for more than a hundred years. Such a behemoth has always enjoyed prestige among the people.
If Xiahou Qing wanted to exterminate the Yu family, it would not be difficult to do so given his ability to make things happen at the drop of a hat. He could do it by sending dozens of assassins.
But it is not so easy to destroy the Yu family's century-long reputation, collapse its family lintel, be despised by the world, and leave a bad name in the history books for eternity.
As far as he knew, Xiahou Qing had been planning for this day for a long time. This time, he pretended to be plotting against "Taizu's Handwritten Notes" and risked his life to come from Yue State to Dajing, just to witness the demise of Yu Family with his own eyes.
But even so, if Yan Fei had not intervened, Xiahou Qing would at most have caused the entire Yu family to be wiped out, which was far less satisfying than what he is experiencing now.
Chu Yi chuckled: "If it's just about killing people and exterminating the clan, then of course you don't need to cooperate with me, but if you want something bigger, I'm afraid you can't accomplish it alone."
"What's more, the Yu family is just an appetizer."
"Lord Xiahou's enemy also has..."
He smiled slightly and pointed his finger to the sky.
From beginning to end, his tone was calm and casual, as if the two of them were not discussing the fate of a country, but just reminiscing about the past.
Xiahou Qing snorted coldly, gently stroked the blood ring between his fingers, with a dangerous smile in his eyes.
Chu Yi seemed to be unaware of this, and continued calmly, "Even if Lord Xiahou aspires to become the emperor, he will be nothing more than a traitor, and will instead help Baili Hong achieve his prosperous reign."
The young man in blue who was guarding outside the private room was so frightened that he almost fell to his knees.
What Young Master Yi meant by this was that their master had a bad reputation and even if he conquered the Great Yue, he would be infamous for eternity and the people would only say that it was Xiahou Qing who ruined the prosperous Qianming era.
"Young Master Yi, are you saying that I'm a traitor who stole the country?" Xiahou Qing clapped his hands again and raised his long eyebrows. His tone was sinister and his beautiful face showed no emotion.
As soon as these words were spoken, even Gu Yanfei and the cat looked over with the same expression.
Chu Yi sipped his wine calmly and said with a smile: "One man's honey is another man's poison. What do you think, my lord?"
To him, the State of Yue was honey, which was what he wanted; but to Xiahou Qing, the State of Yue was arsenic, which was enough to drag him into another endless abyss.
Xiahou Qing paused for a moment while shaking the glass of wine, brought the luminous cup to his lips, and slowly tasted the wine in the cup.
"Young Master Yi, my enemies also include your Chu family." Xiahou Qing's words sounded half true and half false, with a half smile on the corners of his lips, making it impossible to figure out his true thoughts.
The deep red wine dyed the corners of his lips red, as if they were stained with blood.
"My Chu family may have a grudge against your father," Chu Yi met his probing eyes, curled his lips, and said bluntly without beating around the bush, "But with you, not necessarily."
The last two words were deliberately spoken slowly to make them sound more meaningful.
Xiahou Qing placed the empty wine glass in his hand heavily on the table, making a "bang" sound, causing the cat that was drinking goat milk to choke accidentally.
“Meow!”
The cat got angry and jumped up instantly. When it kicked up its hind legs, it kicked the wine jug on the table. The wine spilled onto the token with the word "Yu" engraved on it. Various beads on the table also fell to the ground with a crackling sound and rolled all over the floor.
Having said this, Xiahou Qing was convinced that Chu Yi knew everything.
Xiahou Qing stared at Chu Yi motionlessly, his eyes becoming darker and deeper, and more and more evil.
Chu Yi picked up the white porcelain wine pot filled with Lihuabai from the messy table, elegantly refilled a glass of wine, and handed the glass of Lihuabai, which was full of fragrance, to Xiahou Qing, "Please."
Their eyes met again.
Even Baili Hong misjudged this Young Master Yi.
"You've already thought about it since the time of Zhuangzi." Xiahou Qing used a questioning tone, but his expression was quite confident. "First, you let me hold the emperor hostage to control the princes. When the time is right, you will issue an order to the world in the name of the treacherous usurper, and raise the banner of justice to attack the Kingdom of Yue and punish me."
From the beginning to the end, Chu Yi was aiming for the whole world.
But now, he revealed his ambition directly without any concealment.
Chu Yi smiled but said nothing, without denying it.
At this moment, no denial is tantamount to admission.
There was silence in the private room, as if time had stopped.
Suddenly, Xiahou Qing moved.
He did not take the glass of wine from Chu Yi, but stood up suddenly. His bright red cuffs brushed across the table, and the Yu family patriarch's order on the table disappeared.
He turned and walked away without a word.
The wide hem of his robe flew up like a gorgeous phoenix tail, and it seemed as if a red flame was burning under his feet.
"Bang!"
The door of the private room slammed shut again, shaking the beads on the floor.
"Gululu..."
Qingguang's emerald green eyes lit up, and she meowed, leaping towards the rolling beads, and using her furry paws to move the beads around.
Gu Yanfei rested one hand on the window sill, propped up his chin with his fingers, and shook his head, saying, "What a bad temper!"
This guy is moody all the time, luckily someone can tolerate him.
Just like this cat!
Gu Yanfei shook his head and sighed as he looked at the mess on the table.
"Meow!" The cat heard it, and jumped in front of Gu Yanfei, echoing loudly.
That's right, this guy surnamed Xiahou has a really bad temper! The cat felt very aggrieved, and rubbed Gu Yanfei's skirt with its furry cheeks, rubbing it over and over again, as if to say that it had suffered a lot since being kidnapped these days.
It's a pity that its fur is so shiny and slippery that it's not convincing at all.
Gu Yanfei was too lazy to pay attention to this intrusive cat, and could not help but lean over to Chu Yi and asked curiously, "What is the grudge between that Xiahou man and the Yu family?"
Chu Yi looked at her pink little face. They were only a foot apart, so close that he could almost see the fine sweat hairs on her face that were almost transparent under the sunlight, and her skin was smooth and flawless.
The big eyes, with distinct black and white, are clear and transparent, as if not a speck of dust had ever fallen on them, and thousands of words are condensed in them.
He couldn't help but reach out his hand and gently touch the corner of her eye. The skin under his fingers was delicate and soft.
Gu Yanfei thought there was something stuck to the corner of her eye, so she blinked, and her long eyelashes just brushed the tip of his thumb.
Chu Yi's heart trembled slightly, and he withdrew his hand. He stroked his thumb with the index finger of his right hand and said slowly: "After the fall of the previous dynasty, Empress Yu faked her death and escaped from the palace. She was quietly taken back to the Yu family and gave birth to a posthumous child for Emperor Hongwu, named Wei Heng."
"Wei Heng has half of the Yu family's blood. The head of the Yu family at that time hid him and raised him secretly. He also used his name to recruit remnants of the previous dynasty and won over people's hearts and money. He was quite successful."
"It's a pity that Wei Heng was displaced in his mother's womb. He was also a premature baby with congenital deficiencies. He was weak since childhood and was always bedridden. The Yu family spent a lot of effort to keep Wei Heng alive despite his illness."
"The Yu family was afraid that he would die, so they arranged for a concubine to serve him early on."
"All the hard work paid off. Wei Heng left behind a son before he died."
Chu Yi spoke calmly, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
Gu Yanfei just listened to the story with great interest, and said with certainty: "So, Xiahou Qing is the son of Wei Heng."
She was a qualified listener. Not only did she not interrupt him, she also obediently poured Chu Yi a glass of wine and handed it to him with a smile.
Chu Yi took the wine glass handed to him by Gu Yanfei, lowered his eyes and played with it for a few times.
The wine in the glass created ripples, which were reflected in his dark pupils, sparkling with light.
Gu Yanfei couldn't help but think of the fortune she had told Xiahou Qing that night: You are a beautiful woman, born from fire; you are a Shura in blood-stained clothes, with bloody rain and wind.
(End of this chapter)
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