Lord of the Desert

Chapter 290 Euphemism
February two.

West of Xijing City.

Outside the side wall of Shen's mansion, a maid in a white skirt and brocade jacket came out from the crack of the side door.

She glanced around and quickly found the person she wanted to pick up.

His face was covered by gauze, only his white chin and scarlet lips were exposed.

Wearing men's clothing, it can't hold down the bust that is about to come out.

"Is it Sister Ao?"

The maid glanced at her overly flat chest, leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Lingxi, it's me."

The other party replied, lifting up the gauze curtain to show his true appearance.

The two entered Shen's mansion through the small door.

"My young lady thought that her sister had left Xijing a long time ago, and she was sighing."

Lingxi said.

As soon as she entered the house, her voice became louder.

"At first he left."

Ao Zhixian took off his curtain and hat and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"I came back alone from more than a thousand miles away. I bought and exchanged horses along the way. I entered the city early this morning."

"It's so far, or riding a horse? How hard is that?"

Lingxi asked.

"With my current situation, what's the point of talking about whether it's hard work or not?"

Ao Zhixian smiled bitterly.

The Shen Mansion occupies a vast area, and Shen Tiexin, as the most favored one, has a three-entry courtyard with its own garden.

Among them, the room next to the pool and surrounded by layers of curtains is called "Like Spring".

Here, Ao Zhixian met Shen Tiexin.

Dried flower petals burn in a brass stove, emitting heat and fragrance.

Next to it is simmering fruit tea.

The beauty is lying lazily on the couch, her white hair spread like a waterfall.

"Tie Xin, I am no better than before."

As soon as Ao Zhixian opened his mouth, his eyes turned red.

"You took me in. If someone finds out, I'm afraid I'll be implicated."

"Xiao Yu'er, you sent me a letter, and you're only talking about this when people are in front of you?"

Shen Tiexin glanced at her sideways.

Ao Zhixian was a little embarrassed.

"Huh, besides, I work in Xijing and I never know what it means to be involved."

Shen Tiexin said casually again.

Ao Zhixian then relaxed and followed Lingxi to bathe and change clothes.

When she came back in a dress with her hair pulled back, the stove was filled with flower petals.

The stove was replaced with boiled rice wine.

"So you left your father and brother to come here to find Su Peifeng? I thought you were reluctant to leave me!"

Shen Tiexin asked with raised eyebrows.

"Then why bother?"

She looked amused.

"I'll take you to see him now. I'll just arrange a carriage."

Ao Zhixian wanted to agree, but when he saw his friend was about to call Lingxi, he quickly stopped him.

There was a burst of panic in her heart for no reason.

"No, I'm not going to see him."

Ao Zhixian said firmly.

Shen Tiexin was puzzled.

"Then I'll ask him to come see you."

She changed her suggestion.

Ao Zhixian still shook his head.

"Then what do you want?"

Shen Tiexin didn't understand.

"I……"

Ao Zhixian sat up straight and clenched the hem of her skirt with both hands.

"I-I don't just want to see him."

She hesitated for a while before speaking.

"I still have to make sure of his intentions first."

"After all, things are different now..."

Ao Zhixian hesitated for a while, but still did not tell Su Peifeng about breaking the contract.

She was a little scared.

She had never been afraid before.

He is not afraid when he sees blood, and he is not afraid when he kills someone.

Even the night she disobeyed her father and jumped ship, she was never afraid.

"Okay, okay, I understand."

Shen Tiexin waved his hand in disgust.

"What happened to your family this time is quite troublesome, so it's good to be careful." "Then be more tactful.

For the next three-day banquet, you can write an invitation to Su Peifeng in my name. He will always recognize the handwriting.

If you are sincere, people will find you.

This way you can advance and retreat, right? "

She easily came up with a plan, and then took the rice wine and drank it lightly.

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Ao Zhixian could only answer this way.

She could tell that the other party was getting a little impatient.

"Xiao Yu'er, don't worry so much."

Shen Tiexin drank wine and comforted her good sisters again.

"Anyway, it's just an unknown person who died."

"As long as you don't reveal your identity and don't leave this mansion, as long as I'm here, who can do anything to you?"

She said as she drank her wine.

A light blush appeared on her snow-white cheeks.

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In a blink of an eye, February [-]th.

It's almost Hai hour (nine o'clock) in the evening.

Xijing Go Academy.

White first, then black, the four-pointed star is in the seat.

Master Lu Yun sat on his knees in front of the chessboard, holding a sunspot and moving unsteadily.

The chess room is spacious and located on the second floor beside the Yao River.

There were more than thirty people playing chess and watching chess in the court, and there were only occasional whispers.

Go is an elegant affair.

To pursue this hobby, one must not only have money but also have leisure time, so Gudu was born in a wealthy family.

Master Lu Yun originally had no interest in playing chess.

But after the flower tasting party last year, he finally became disgusted with his recklessness, so he forced himself to learn chess to hone his character.

After a long test, the sunspot fell and the sound of jade was heard.

There were footsteps coming up the wooden stairs at the same time. They were walking faster and seemed noisy.

Many people looked sideways.

Master Lu Yun also glanced away.

He is about 24 years old, wearing a jade belt and purple robe.

Seeing that he had aroused public anger, this man quickly bowed and sat down next to an acquaintance.

"Why are you here so late and smelling like drunk?"

another asked in a low voice.

"Excuse me."

The young man in purple replied, but there was no apology on his face.

"I just came from Shen's Wuxian Garden."

He raised his voice a little louder and gave a reason that didn't seem to be a reason.

"Wuzhenyuan, whose three-day banquet did you go to?"

There was an immediate exclamation.

Seeing the expected response, the man in purple was so proud that he couldn't stop talking.

From the layout of the garden, the cost of the banquet, the extravagance of food and wine, to the host’s unparalleled appearance...

Master Lu Yun curled his lips and focused on the chessboard.

Until the man said something about the guests.

"Miss Shen's cousin also came to the three-day banquet this time."

"He said he is from Hongyi City and his name is Shen Zhiyin."

"I recognized it at the first sight. Isn't that Ao Zhixian?"

When Master Lu Yun heard this, he almost crushed the chess piece.

"Are you sure it's Ao Zhixian?"

The dozens of chess moves he had calculated in his mind immediately fell apart, and he turned around and asked.

"Absolutely, and I'm not the only one who recognizes it."

The purple-robed young master replied.

"With the Ao family girl's style, is it possible that there will be a second one in Xijing? It's just a red dress replaced by a white dress, and there is no red-faced god following her around."

"She is now on the evil list."

Master Lu Yun's tone turned cold.

"So what if we collect evil lists?"

The purple-robed young man couldn't stand the questioning and shouted loudly, with the smell of alcohol gushing from his mouth.

"If you change your identity and don't take the initiative to challenge the Zhangwuyuan, who would dare to search the Shen family?"

After saying this, someone immediately came over to whisper to him.

It was probably talking about the Tiqi identity of the person who just asked the question.

Hearing this, the purple-robed young master lost a little of his drunkenness and smiled mockingly without saying a word.

But Master Lu Yun's face had completely turned cold.

PS: After writing these recent chapters, I feel that my abilities have increased again.

Thinking about the comparison between Hideaki Anno's TV version of EVA and the new theatrical version, depression may be a buff for creation.

If you don't suffer yourself, how can you feel the pain of others and how can you write about it?
Just say it casually, don't let me relapse.

(End of this chapter)