Zaisuke

In the capital city of Nanman, during the Lantern Festival, firefly red candles shine through the lantern paper, and the streets illuminated by lanterns are brightly lit.

Qiao Xuange walked in front, Zhang Yao followed, his eyes fell on the beauty beside him.

Qiao Xuange paused, and said, "Master Zhang, if you do this again, I will go back."

Zhang Yao quickly waved his hands and looked away, "Don't be angry, I'm just fascinated by you."

"Xuange, do you have a lantern you like, I'll buy it for you."

Qiao Xuange shook her head, "Young Master Zhang wants me to go shopping with you, please show me the way, if not, then Xuange will leave."

Qiao Xuange's patience with Zhang Yao is due to the love of avoiding pursuit together.

After halfway through the Lantern Festival, Qiao Xuange and Zhang Yao rested in a teahouse. The tea waiter brought a tray, and a tea artist made tea for the teahouse guests.

It was a gentle and handsome young man who made tea for Zhang Yao and Qiao Xuange. The man had picturesque features, and even Qiao Xuange took a second look.

After the man brewed the tea, he poured it into the cups of two people. The fragrance of the tea filled the room.

After taking a sip of tea, Zhang Yao said, "Xuange, what's wrong with me that you look down on me so much?"

Qiao Xuange raised her sleeves and drank tea with her face half covered.Hearing this, he put down the teacup and said, "You are good everywhere, but I should like you?"

"Look, you can't find a reason not to like me." Zhang Yao said.

Zhang Yao moved his fingers on the edge of the teacup, leaned forward slightly, looked directly at Qiao Xuange's beautiful eyes, and said, "When you have a heartbeat, you have to grasp it yourself. One sentence is 'this is my husband'."

"Xuange, you really don't have any feelings for me? Why don't you give each other a chance."

Qiao Xuange lowered her eyes, not looking into Zhang Yao's gaze, then pursed her lips and smiled lightly, "Yes, I have no feelings for you at all. I can't tolerate other people in my heart. I like him alone."

Hearing this, Zhang Yao seemed to give up, relaxed his body and stopped leaning forward, took a sip of tea, and said, "It's Xi Yin, you look at him differently than you look at me, I've noticed it a long time ago."

Immediately Zhang Yao smiled wryly, "The rival in love looks at the rival in love, that's extremely jealous. Come on, I wish you both."

The slightly depressing admiration that surged like the fragrance of tea in the tea room receded like a tide. Qiao Xuange raised his glass and said to Zhang Yao, "I also bless you and find a beautiful woman soon."

Zhang Yao didn't answer Qiao Xuange's words, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "Xuange, do you know that there are many ways to leave someone alone."

Qiao Xuange frowned slightly, the meaning of Zhang Yao's words made her feel a little uncomfortable.

Zhang Yao said: "Don't go back, what's the good of following that poor boy? It's not good at all."

At this time, Zhang Yao's eyes that were still looking directly at Qiao Xuange seemed to be poisoned, looking cold and gloomy, not at all the usual personable young master of Wuchen Palace.

"Xuange, you are very kind, so kind that I can't bear to keep you by my side in a way that makes you sad."

"When you saw someone chasing and killing you that day, you subconsciously classified me as a weaker party that needed protection. Have you ever thought that it was a righteous man who had lost his relatives to get rid of an evildoer?"

The tea was warm, but Qiao Xuan's heart was cold. She opened her mouth to say something, but she couldn't say anything under Zhang Yao's sinister and more unscrupulous eyes.

"I'll give you one last chance, Xuange." The words were soft, like a lover whispering, but the temperature of the tea couldn't warm Qiao Xuange's palms completely drenched in cold sweat.

What she saved was not the young and promising young master of Wuchen Palace, but Zhang Yao who didn't know what to do.

The flow of dense tea smoke in the tea room became sluggish. After a long silence, Qiao Xuange stretched out his hand to hold the hilt of the sword. The scabbard and hilt saw a sharp bright appearance, and the saber was slowly unsheathed.

"Young Master Zhang is talking about this, and he wants me to seek justice for those righteous people who have lost their relatives."

"Xuange, you can't protect yourself, and you still have time to think about other people's affairs." Zhang Yao casually glanced at Qiao Xuange's unsheathed sword.

Zhang Yao stroked the void with his hand, and the strings of the guqin with condensed spiritual power emerged under his hand.

Qiao Xuange was no longer sitting, but got up on a half-kneel, tightening her hand on the hilt of the sword.

Zhang Yao picked it up in his hand, and the strings under his hands trembled, and what he played was not a harsh magic sound, but a clear and clear piano sound.

The tinkling spring water flows through the valley, as if the ominous conversation just now was Qiao Xuange's illusion.

However, after playing a string of zither sounds, Zhang Yao stopped, held down the strings, and shook his head at Qiao Xuange with a little regret: "You still had a chance to escape just now, it's too late now."

As soon as Zhang Yao finished speaking, a woman walked into the tea room, her ankles and wrists were covered with iron rings filled with complicated runes. Although she was dressed like an ordinary female cultivator, she didn't have the slightest breath of life on her body.

"I remember I asked you a question." Qiao Xuange looked at this beautiful woman in a wide-sleeved dress and said.

"Do you have a marriage contract? Why do you want me to be your equal wife?"

Qiao Xuange's throat felt a little rough, "Although she is dead, her long hair, face and clothes are well taken care of. Are you the one who takes care of her?"

Zhang Yao stretched out her hand, and the woman put her hand on his palm, Zhang Yao said: "I will take care of you with my own hands in the future."

Qiao Xuange understood the hidden meaning in the words, Zhang Yao wanted to turn him into a walking corpse like the woman in front of him.

Although her cultivation base is not shallow, but Zhang Yao came prepared, he will not let her leave easily, and the woman in front of her is giving her a kind of coercion, the animal pupil is staring at her unblinkingly, a wave The coldness crawled up Qiao Xuange's spine.

"Xuange, you want to escape." Zhang Yao slowly explained Qiao Xuange's thoughts at this time.

Before Qiao Xuange could speak, the tea artisan next to him answered, "Whoever wants to escape, my tea is not finished yet, so the three guests are leaving."

For the "ordinary people" who are irrelevant and haven't been threatened, Zhang Yao waved his hand and said: "The boy is so brave, he still dares to stay here. Don't look at what you shouldn't, don't say what you shouldn't say, and I'll deal with you later."

The young tea artisan stood up and put three cups of tea on the table, "The three of you will taste the freshly brewed tea."

Zhang Yao sneered nonchalantly, and stretched out his hand to knock over the tea tray that the tea artisan served: "Things that have no eyesight should only be the work of servants..."

After saying this, the voice became quieter. Zhang Yao exerted force with his hands, but the tray was as stable as Mount Tai, and did not move at all. Zhang Yao said, "It seems that your Excellency is the fourth guest in this tea room, and you are here to save the beauty?"

The young tea artisan smiled, sat down beside Qiao Xuange, put the tray aside, and put the four cups of tea on the table.

Zhang Yao was speechless for a while, and rubbed his fingers against the edge of the teacup, taking in the expressions of the two people opposite him.

Qiao Xuange didn't show much joy because of the tea art master's attack. The sword sheathed was held in her hand, and it seemed that she was about to strike him at any time.

The gentle and handsome man was different, savoring carefully, it seemed that he spent a lot of time in this tea room with him.

The other party had some scruples, so he didn't want to tear faces with him here, and waited for him to retreat.

After guessing about the situation, Zhang Yao guessed: "I am Zhang Yao in Wuchen Palace, what is your name?"

"Me? My friend Xuange, come to make her a cup of tea. It's a coincidence that I ran into a gangster like you, who is both lustful and deadly." The man said.

Zhang Yao held the teacup under his hands, and said, "Your Excellency has been here all along, but you only showed up when my wife showed up. This would have blocked the retreat for both of you and me."

The young master of Wuchen Palace did not have a wife. Even if Qiao Xuange and the man would not let her go after they escaped, there was no evidence at all. No one would believe what they said, and most of them took it as an after-dinner talk.

But the state of the woman is not right, she is already a dead person, but she can still move freely. The high-level murderous corpse has the same characteristics, the only difference is that the woman's godless but terrifying vertical pupils.

The man's picturesque brows were smiling, looking very soft, his slender jade-like fingers clasped lightly on the table, and said: "Young Master Zhang, why did you say that, I came here just to take Xuange away, other things, in Nanman Wuchen I don't have the ability to take care of the palace site."

Zhang Yao noticed that the information deliberately revealed to him in the man's words was a kind of warning.

Qiao Xuange is from Dongwu, and the man has a good relationship with Qiao Xuange, so it is very likely that he is from Dongwu.

The man also said that this is the site of the Wuchen Palace, and he has no ability...Combined with his identity as a Dongwu person and the information that his subordinates gave him to Qiao Xuange, Zhang Yao drank the tea made by the man in one gulp, Said: "Emperor Dongwu Changyun, Zhang did not expect to meet you in this situation."

The corners of Jiang Xiu's lips hooked into a smile, "It's a pleasure to meet you, Young Master Zhang."