Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1274 Weird Eyes

Cangtou master's bottomless black eyes were mixed with many incomprehensible messages.My God, what the hell happened, why did that hair stylist look at my child with such horrible eyes?
My heart was trembling, and I subconsciously hugged the child tightly.Across the table, Ting Lu was watching this side vigilantly, always ready to deal with emergencies.

At this time, the child grinned at the head Tibetan teacher, laughing so hard that his saliva flowed out.The Zangtou master was frightened by something, and he lowered his head at me in a state of shock and awe, as if nodding in greeting, then turned and went to another seat, as if he did not dare to sit next to me.

The other head Tibetan masters didn't know who I was, and a few of them followed the example of the leader and nodded to me. After asking for seats and giving up their seats, the group of head Tibetan masters took their seats one after another.

Seeing this situation, looking at the emperor quietly raised his eyebrows slightly, and continued to narrow his eyes again, with a thoughtful expression.When the emperor sat down, the crown prince and Yinti also sat down with a sigh of relief.

The emperor really wanted to find out what the cup technique was all about, and at the same time wanted to experience its magic, but at the same time deliberately guarded against the Zangtou masters, in case they would inadvertently pour the cup on him.

Therefore, the emperor seemed to be talking and laughing with them casually, but in fact he did not relax his guard against them for a moment.

The reason why I think this is because I noticed that the shrewd black eyes of the emperor glanced at those people from time to time, and I believe that their every move did not escape his sight.

Not long after Master Zangtou and the others entered the table, the emperor ordered the opera, and soon, the troupe on the stage danced, accompanied by the sound of accompaniment, shouting, and applause from the audience, and the hall became lively.

When everyone stopped paying attention to me, Wu Yashi leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I was scared to death just now. That Tibetan man's eyes are so scary. I thought he had a grudge against you."

"Mulan, do you recognize that person?" Fujin couldn't help asking.

I shook my head in confusion, "When they first arrived in the capital, I met them on the street. I just had a face-to-face meeting with that person, so I didn't have that kind of expression."

I turned my head to look at Ting Lu, who was also talking softly with Chang An, and then turned to give me a reassuring look.

(End of this chapter)