Crown Jewels

Chapter 129 Dare to Hurt Her Again

"Master Fu—"

Qing Dai narrowed her eyebrows and eyes, and the light and smoky temperament between her eyebrows was even worse, Fu Sinian raised her eyebrows and took a second look.

"Others, I don't know, I only know myself—"

"I like poetry, calligraphy and painting, enjoy flowers and grass, and I like dancing and music a little bit."

Qing Dai spoke slowly, but watched Fu Sinian's reaction out of the corner of her eye.

Seeing the man was a little interested at first, but then the eyes quickly dimmed, leaving the polite smile floating on the surface.

"Master Fu—"

Covering her eyes, Qing Dai's voice overflowed with grievance.

On weekdays, whenever she looks like this, there are often men who hold her in his arms and coax her to be obedient with kind words and gentle words.

"Slave house-"

"Did the slave do something wrong?"

As the woman finished speaking, the corners of Fu Sinian's lips curled up, and there was no other emotion in his eyes.

In his eyes, at this time, Song Yan's indifference is completely clear, and he murmurs in a low voice.

"It's me, I'm stunned, the two of you are different from the beginning—"

Fu Sinian turned his head to look at Qing Dai, shook his head and chuckled again, his words returned to frankness.

"Poems, books, etiquette and music are naturally good. Girls are born with a good temperament, and they should be soaked in it for years—"

Fu Sinian was serious about what he said, but Song Yan, who was beside him, was already impatient and didn't want to listen to his ramblings.

There was a sound of tapping the edge of the table with fingertips, and the two looked at him together.

Song Yan's eyelids twitched, ignoring Qingdai's gaze in front of him, and turned towards Fu Sinian as if he were inhumane.

"Isn't the sword flower dance on the stage just now wonderful?"

"Where did the people go?"

After he finished speaking, he waited patiently.

Fu Sinian quickly understood the meaning of Song Yan's words, he raised his eyebrows, and he didn't know if it was an illusion.

No matter how he looked at it, when he mentioned the man dancing sword on the stage, Song Yan seemed to have eaten a firecracker.

Fu Siqing hissed, and turned around to make some jokes, but when he saw Song Yan's gaze after raising his eyelids, he resolutely shut up.

Under Song Yan's gaze, Fu Sinian racked his brains for a while, but his mind went blank.

On the other hand, Qing Dai noticed the interaction between the two, lowered her eyes and thought for a while, then asked uncertainly.

"The sword dancer you mentioned, is my Mr. Luoyi from Pingkangfang?"

Seeing the two people looking at each other, Qing Dai pointed towards the second-floor pavilion.

Receiving Qing Dai's kindness, Song Yan lifted his eyes and nodded slightly at her, without the impatience that he just didn't want to talk to others.

He generously took out a bank note from his bosom, exchanged glances with Fu Sinian and saw that he understood, Song Yan nodded and left the seat.

Among the most private rooms on the second floor, the innermost room has the best sound insulation.

Sangsang brought Gu Baozhu into it, and there was already a young boy waiting inside, it was the sword master Luo Yi who had raised his sword on the stage just now for fun.

He should have received the news in advance that Gu Baozhu appeared in a man's attire.

With a rare smile on Luo Yi's stern face, he cupped his hands towards Gu Baozhu and said decisively.

"Luo Yi met the new master—"

Gu Baozhu was very impressed with her, and nodded towards Luo with a smile.

The three chatted briefly about the management of Pingkangfang for a while, and Sangsang's style of painting changed slightly, and she turned to ask Gu Baozhu.

"Master, this is the scene in Pingkang Square on weekdays, do you think you can get used to it?"

Hearing this, Gu Baozhu's mind suddenly flashed across the hall, a dark and muscular man with a greedy hand full of desire, unscrupulously slid across Hua Niang's waist.

A little uncomfortable coughing, Gu Baozhu didn't answer Sangsang.

Instead, she looked at Luo Yi next to her, seeking her advice.

"What do you think?"

Luo Yi Sulai is careful, and he grew up in Pingkangfang, so he has a pair of sparkling eyes.

Just now, she saw Gu Baozhu's expression, lowered her eyes and thought about it carefully to understand a thing or two.

"Master—" Luo Yi thought, master, you have a good life. "

"If the eyebrows and eyes can reveal the aristocratic family, it's just right."

"It's like the unrestrained nature in the Wei and Jin Dynasties. It may be better if you are not restrained."

In fact, Luo Yi felt that, as the master of Pingkangfang, Gu Baozhu naturally didn't need to respond to others.

But if you want to truly accept the entire Pingkangfang, you still have to integrate into it.

Gu Baozhu felt that there was nothing wrong with these words, but because of her status, she had been taught strict court etiquette since she was a child.

If she is an occasional romantic, she might still be able to pretend, just like the flower girl she met in the garden.

But...if it's really a licentiousness in his bones, it's a bit difficult for Gu Baozhu after all.

Seemingly aware of Gu Baozhu's concerns, Luo Yi smiled and gestured slightly towards Gu Baozhu.

I saw Luo raised his hand and made his clothes a little looser.

The neckline is not as rigid as before, and the hair on the temples is flying in the wind.

Luo Yi, who was originally with a straight back, suddenly seemed to be relieved of some kind of burden, the corners of his eyes were the same, the brows were raised slightly, and his charm immediately appeared.

Gu Baozhu opened her red lips as she watched. Luo Yi, who is smiling and coquettish in front of her, could be Luo Yi who is dancing sword in the hall with great strength?

It's just a slight change in expression, but it seems to make the whole person unloaded just right.

A bright yellow lamp was burning in the box, and the whole room seemed to be bathed in moonlight.

A long shadow was drawn on the wall, recording Gu Baozhu's surprised appearance just now.

Outside the wing room, there was a dark figure, silently.

"Master, why don't you try?"

Seeing that the new master readily agreed, Luo Yi stretched out his hand to cover the front of Gu Baozhu's skirt, trying to straighten her overly rigid neckline.

This scene was projected on the tall wall.

It was the windy man who danced with swords and flowers in the hall just now, who said something to deceive the crowd!

The man's hands wanted to do something wrong, and he rubbed his hands back and forth on the front of the woman's lapel, trying to take advantage of Gu Baozhu.

Song Yan, who was covered by the door and window, hadn't even figured out why Gu Baozhu would allow others to treat her like this?
At this moment, he only felt that the seven orifices were about to smoke, his head was full of rage, and a burst of anger burst into his chest!

The flame that jumped up ignited his whole body.

The door of the wing room slammed loudly, and with the anger ignited by someone, it opened in response.

The sudden movement made Gu Baozhu slightly startled, and in a blink of an eye she was already protected by Sangsang and Luo Yi.

Song Yan, who broke in suddenly, saw Gu Baozhu being held captive by the sword-wielding man.

When she saw herself, her eyes were full of astonishment, but she didn't see her joy.

Without further ado, Song Yan stepped forward with a sword, and before Luo could make a move, he preemptively cut off his hands.

Using his wrist forcefully without holding back his hand, he directly pushed Luo Yi to the sharp corner of the square table next to him.

When Gu Baozhu came to his senses, Song Yan had already grasped his wrist.

As soon as Song Yanwei exerted his strength, he was behind him.

At the same time, Song Yan's angry eyes stared coldly at Luo Yi, who was not as skilled as him.

Sensing that Luo Yi seemed to want to draw his sword, Song Yan wouldn't give him a chance.

Turning his eyes slightly, he stepped on the scabbard hanging on the wall with his right foot and kicked lightly with his toe.

Afterwards, Song Yan deftly held the long sword with the blade in his hand, and pointed the sword directly at Luo Yi.

"who are you--"

Ignoring Luo Yi's inquiry, Song Yan's blade was three points closer to Luo Yi, with a warning tone.

"How dare you touch her!"

Seeing this unresolved situation, Gu Baozhu hurriedly walked out from behind Song Yan, but she couldn't break free from her imprisoned wrist.

Gu Baozhu had no choice but to raise his right hand, and patted the back of Song Yan's hand indiscriminately.

Seeing that this method was ineffective, she stretched out her hand to hold Song Yan's right fist holding the sword again, trying to withdraw the sword.

However, there was a huge difference in strength, Gu Baozhu stomped her feet and had no choice but to speak.

"Song Yan, put down your sword quickly!"

"I won't let you hurt her—"

(End of this chapter)