Abandoning the Emperor and Paying the World: Peerless Master

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Uncle Feng also had a period of daze. In the past, all the big and small things in Suxinzhuang were handled by him. Now he only needs to manage the board and lodging of three people every day, and the life becomes more and more boring, especially the young lady recently. He didn't bother the young master very much, he didn't even have a good show to watch.

On this day, the three of them rested in a relatively quiet tea house.

In early summer, the cool wind after the rain pushes through the quaint windows layer by layer.

Zixi lay on the tea table, with her head resting on her arms, and fell asleep soundly. The light ice silk ribbon fluttered leisurely behind her, just like her state of mind at the moment, flying nine days away, enjoying herself in a dream. [

Uncle Feng is quite dissatisfied with her life attitude of being content with the status quo and living wherever she lives. Why didn't she maintain her enthusiasm for a month?Not long ago, I was worried and asked him to discuss how to win the young master's heart and soul. In the blink of an eye, I forgot all about it. I was decadent and depressed every day. I was in a daze when I was full, and fell asleep when I was sleepy. Two pages started yawning, day after day.

If she doesn't take the initiative, should the young master take the initiative?Don't say that the young master doesn't have that thought, even if he has that thought, he doesn't have that desire.

Uncle Feng stared at the back of Zixi's head, wishing to kick her ass, why did the young master ignore her, and she indulged herself like this?

Duanhua sat by the window, holding a scroll in his jade hand, and read it silently.The wind blowing on the face is cool and comfortable, and the ink-like black hair is flying with the wind, entangled with the ice silk ribbon in mid-air, chasing and playing as if alive.

The shop waiter quietly walked into the private seat, refilled tea and water for them, and then quietly withdrew, not daring to disturb the tea customers.

The lounge is quiet and serene.

Duanhua reads.

Zi Xi sleeps.

Uncle Feng stared at him for a while and felt bored, so he propped his head and closed his eyes to rest his mind. His life was more ordinary than when he was in Suxinzhuang.

I don't know how long ago.

In absolute silence, only the sound of Duanhua turning the pages every once in a while, like hypnosis, made Uncle Feng and Zixi more and more sleepy.

Duanhua's cold eyes never left the scroll, and his soft and elegant hands silently landed on the teacup, holding up the cup to drink lightly.The warm tea flowed into his mouth, and the fragrance of the tea overflowed, but he frowned suddenly, raised his plain hand, and he poured out a cup of tea mercilessly.

The tea splashed, the sound was very soft, but it still disturbed Uncle Feng and Zixi, who were sleepwalking nine days away, they woke up almost at the same time, their eyes met, and they looked at each other blankly. It took about two blinks before they gradually returned to their bodies, and looked back He poured tea all over the place, and then looked at Duan Hua with an indifferent expression.

"What's wrong, young master?" Uncle Feng had lived a peaceful life for too long, and his vigilance had dropped to zero.

Duanhua stared coldly at the tea that was slowly flowing on the floor, and suddenly felt a tingling pain on his left arm, as if being pricked by an embroidery needle. He lifted the left sleeve with his right hand, and a little black mark the size of a black bean appeared on the left wrist three inches away. , shaped like a datura flower.

Zixi held up Duanhua's arm, looked at it carefully, and murmured: "When did Master light Shougong sand?" Except for the color and shape, the position and size are exactly the same as the Shougong sand on her arm.

"This is not Shou Gong Sha." Duan Hua squinted at her.

"Master, is this...poisoned?" Uncle Feng didn't dare to confirm.

"No, I don't have any signs of poisoning in my body." Noticing the change in the taste of the tea, although he only took a small sip, he checked whether he was poisoned at the first time. There is a black mark. [