Husband-in-Law: Reborn Peasant Girl Busy Farming

Chapter 391

Liu Xiang was resting his eyes with his eyes closed, and opened them slowly when he heard the door open. Strange to say, the thick wrinkles and folds looked kindly when he closed his eyes, and when his gray brows moved, he raised his eyelids to reveal the cloudy eyes. Suddenly, there was a sense of oppression in the eyeballs without anger and prestige.

Liu Zishao lowered his head subconsciously, and said in a low voice, "Grandpa."

"You're here," Liu Xiang let out a breath slowly, raised his hand to take the tea cup on the desk, and leisurely used the tea bowl to skim off the top layer of foam, "I'm about to introduce you to a capable man .”

Liu Zishao was startled, thinking that Liu Xiang was dissatisfied with his recent performance, but his legs softened, he lifted the hem of his clothes, knelt down with a "plop", and opened his mouth to cry.

"Grandpa, calm down. Grandson knows that he is mediocre and incapable of doing things, so please forgive me." His voice trembled, his face flushed. "From now on, grandson will serve Grandpa well and will never let Grandpa work hard again."

He cried agitatedly, but Liu Xiang just sat on a high seat and held a teacup and looked at him indifferently, his cloudy eyes were very calm, and his expression was calm and calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking.

Liu Zishao's heart was pounding, and he didn't dare to speak when he was crying, for fear that his noisy appearance would make his grandfather even more angry.

The air in the room was silent for a long time. Liu Xiangcai put down the teacup in his hand, put his hands on his knees, and said calmly, "You also know that you have not been able to do things well recently."

Liu Zishao thought he was blaming him, so he cried and begged for a long time on his behalf, but Liu Xiang remained silent for a while, and when he got a little impatient, he said, "Get up, I don't blame you."

The sound of crying stopped abruptly. Liu Zishao raised his swollen eyelids to peek at Grandpa's expression from the corner of his eyes. Seeing that he really didn't show any obvious anger, he slowly got up, slowly raised his knees from the ground, wiped the corners of his eyes and numbly Stand in the middle of the room.

The two sides fell into silence again, and Liu Zishao's hands hanging on both sides of his body tightened subconsciously, and he stood in place like a wooden man, with fine sweat dripping from his back.

His mind is very dull, and he has never figured out Liu Xiang's thoughts since he was a child. If it weren't for the friendship between the two of them, with his ability to open and carry the pot and his clever mind, he might have been thrown away. Go to the street hungry.

"Grandpa," he said after being silent for a long time, "You said just now that you wanted to introduce a strange person to your grandson, who is it?"

Liu Xiang glanced at him, then clapped his hands nonchalantly, and then there was a sound of footsteps in the inner room, and after a while, an ordinary-looking middle-aged man appeared.

Liu Zishao took a closer look, and when he saw it clearly, he was shocked. This man was none other than the housekeeper who called him over earlier.

He was a little confused for a while, stretched his neck and looked the butler up and down, but found nothing unusual.

"Grandpa," his face was full of doubts, he couldn't figure it out, "Isn't he the housekeeper? Could it be that he is also a strange person?"

Liu Xiang gave him a look of resentment, then slowly stood up, "Just take a look, is this the housekeeper?"

Seeing that he seemed to have annoyed him, Liu Zishao shrank his neck again, and obediently went to look at that person again, but he couldn't see anything unusual. If he had to say something different, it was just that he straightened up a little bit, and his expression on his face became stiff. some.

"Grandson is dull." He lowered his head, speaking in a whisper, "Grandson didn't see the difference. He is clearly the housekeeper."

Hearing this, Liu Xiang suddenly stroked his beard and laughed loudly, "Okay, you can't see any mistakes when you meet the housekeeper every day, so I can rest assured."

Liu Zishao's head was full of question marks, and he was about to ask a question, but Liu Xiang turned his head to look at the housekeeper again, waved his hand and made a gesture: "Mr. Deng, just show your face."

Before the words fell, the "housekeeper" swept his face with his sleeve, and then, that face became very strange, Liu Zishao was shocked, and when he looked again, he saw a piece of skin as thin as a cicada's wing squeezed in his hand. It's just that he moved too fast for people to catch him taking off the mask.

"Ah!" Liu Zishao was so surprised that his eyes were as big as the mouth of a bowl, "You are... who are you?"

"Zi Shao, don't be rude."

Liu Xiang interrupted him, his voice was a little joyful and relieved, but also full of usual majesty. Although Liu Zishao was very surprised, he immediately restrained his expression and stepped aside.

"This is the strange man I want to introduce to you." Liu Xiang's two gray eyebrows moved, and his cloudy eyes were full of pride, "His name is Deng Xiuchun, and you also met his Yi just now." It is difficult for ordinary people to find any loopholes, and people in the Jianghu are called people with hundreds of faces."

"The man with hundreds of faces?"

Liu Zishao seldom reads, and has only heard a little about the disguise technique, and he doesn't care about the affairs of the world, so it is very hard to hear it at this moment.

"I have met the prime minister," Deng Xiuchun hid the human skin mask in his sleeve, and saluted the two respectfully, "I have met Mr. Liu."

Liu Zishao was still immersed in shock, he looked at Deng Xiuchun's ordinary face, and tried his best to recall the butler's appearance, a little dumbfounded.

"Deng...Mr. Deng," he asked stammeringly, his throat tight and his lips dry, "Can you change your face at will? What was it that was on your face just now?"

"Master Hui," Deng Xiuchun saluted with his back bowed, "a person's facial features cannot be changed, but if the disguise is done properly, with the help of a human skin mask, the facial features can be changed to be exactly the same as that of others, even relatives and friends will find it difficult Abnormal, presumably Young Master Cai has seen it before."

Liu Zishao scratched the back of his head, trembling in his heart, "So you can become whoever you want?"

Deng Xiuchun pondered briefly for a moment, then clasped his fists and said, "Exactly."

Liu Xiang stroked his beard in satisfaction, nodded frequently, and couldn't stop nodding. Liu Zishao's face was pale, but this time he changed from surprise to joy and anticipation, and he followed closely and asked, "Shicai's mask is as thin as cicada's wings. Could it be that it was made of human skin? If others can also master this skill, wouldn’t everyone be able to become a man with a hundred faces?"

Deng Xiuchun chuckled confidently, "My lord, don't worry, this disguise technique is a unique technique of my Deng family. This mask is indeed made of human skin, but the process is so complicated that others can't learn it. There are still people with thousands of faces, people with thousands of faces."

"So that's how it is," Liu Zishao pinched his chin, raised his lowered head, just met Liu Xiang's observing eyes, and sighed again, "You really are a genius."

Liu Xiang's eyes sank, and then he winked at Deng Xiuchun, "My lord has seen your ability, you should step back first."

Deng Xiuchun bowed obediently and left, and closed the door behind him when he went out.

(End of this chapter)