books44 Chapter 110 A Very Talented Person
Chapter 110 A Very Talented Person
"Miss Xue, where are you going?"
Jun Xian hasn't digested what just happened, but it doesn't affect his admiration for Xue Zhiyu.
He followed the right person this time. This princess was indeed not an ordinary person.
"Of course I'm going out for a walk. I haven't taken a closer look at the customs and practices of Qiyue. I'll have to go back to Yan Country tomorrow after I finish the matter with that young man."
Xue Zhiyu rubbed her wrist and looked around. She would not treat herself badly. Although the food in the inn was indeed good, she believed that there must be a lot of delicious food in the market.
Seeing that she didn't look worried at all, but instead looked very interested, Jun Xian shook his head helplessly.
Forget it, it’s not a big deal after all. I’m sure the princess has her own plans.
Suddenly, his brows furrowed, and he glanced at the eaves not far away with his eyes narrowed slightly.
What exactly does this person want to do?
Since yesterday, he noticed that this person had been following them from a distance, but had no intention of harming them, so he did not get rid of him.
Could it be that someone came here to find out the truth?
Thinking of this, Jun Xian walked over and whispered a few words to Xue Zhiyu, then turned and turned into the alley.
The secret guard sent by Nangong Ye was still following on the roof not far away. When he saw Jun Xian suddenly leave, he didn't think too much and continued to stare at Xue Zhiyu's back.
I originally thought she was just an ordinary female doctor, but who would have thought that this princess could actually use only one Poria cocos to accurately shoot it into the knee pit of the doctor named Gao.
He suddenly felt that it was unnecessary for his master to ask him to protect the princess, as the princess could protect herself.
Moreover, she has the No. 1 killer by her side, so who would dare to offend her?
It happened so quickly that the secret guard felt a gust of wind coming and dodged it.
Jun Xian held a long sword in his hand and whispered, "Who are you, and why are you following us?"
The secret guard jumped onto the tree and bowed to Jun Xian, saying, "I have no ill intentions. I'm sorry I can't tell you anything else."
Jun Xian did not force him to answer this question. After all, some things should be left at the right time, and the rules of the underworld cannot be broken.
"But if I find you doing anything inappropriate, don't blame me for being blind!"
Jun Xian swung the sword in his hand, and a stream of sword energy chopped off a small branch next to the secret guard like a sharp blade.
The secret guard looked at the branch that was still intact in the previous second, and fell to the ground in the next second, and couldn't help but make a few clicks of the tongue.
You see, the master's decision was wrong. The number one killer has a very bad temper. Who would offend him?
Forget it, he'd better just follow along obediently. If he's found to be absent from his post, he'll probably be thrown into training.
That's a place where people are eaten without leaving any bones behind. Only if the master is not an ordinary person can one get out of this safely.
After Jun Xian left, he looked at the tattered sword in his hand and swung it around lovingly. He thought that he would feel a little uncomfortable holding the sword again, but it was still as easy to use as before.
The sword seemed to sense the return of its master and excitedly made a slight sword sound.
He nodded towards a dilapidated courtyard at the end of the alley and said loudly, "Thank you."
"Hey, brat!"
An old voice came from the small broken courtyard, the sound was like a loud bell, hitting people's ears directly, which shows how profound his internal strength is.
The wooden door outside trembled at the sound, as if it could fall down at any time.
The white-haired old man walked out with his hands behind his back, flew in front of Jun Xian, and slapped him hard with his palm.
Jun Xian quickly dodged backwards and saw a large hole in the ground where he was standing. He said speechlessly, "Master, how much hatred do you have for me? Fortunately, I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have died at your hands."
The old man snorted disdainfully, "That only proves that you are inferior to others in skills. You deserve to die."
"You broke up with that woman?"
"Ah."
The old man's wrinkled nose finally relaxed, but his tone was still not very good, "What did I say at the beginning? That woman is a femme fatale, but you just didn't believe it. What are your plans now?"
"I work for the princess."
"What?! You, you, you! You're going to piss me off to death!"
The old man stared at Jun Xian with eyes wide open. If possible, he really wanted to pry open his disciple's brain to see how he got out of the wolf's den and into the tiger's den!
Jun Xian explained seriously: "Master, Princess Kangle is not the kind of woman you think. She is a capable woman. Not only is she extremely intelligent, but she is also kind-hearted. After you meet her, you will definitely admire her very much."
The old man turned his head away, feeling somewhat curious about this Princess Kangle. Since his silly disciple could say such words, it seemed that this Princess Kangle must be good in other aspects besides her ability to cure diseases and save lives.
Seeing that the old man ignored him, Jun Xian said goodbye and hurried back to find Xue Zhiyu.
Xue Zhiyu has a pretty good understanding of the products that Qi Yue sells. Apart from the basic necessities, there are also medicinal herbs and fabrics.
Qi Yue's unique medicinal herbs and unparalleled fabrics are well-known. It is said that one foot of this fabric is worth several taels of gold, not to mention the price of a whole piece.
The reason why this fabric is called unparalleled is that it will show layers of stars under the moonlight, and the color will also show different gradients according to the moonlight. It is even more beautiful under the sun. It is a combination of rosy red and light yellow, as if the afterglow of the sunset is worn on the body, poetic and picturesque.
There are only three pieces of this cloth left now, one is in the Mohist family, and the remaining two are kept in the national treasury.
Xue Zhiyu just felt that the sun was shining high in the sky and it was so hot that she didn't want to walk anymore. She bought a paper umbrella from a stall nearby.
The current weather is perfect for eating cool food. She can make fruit salad and ice cream in the store.
We will hurry back to Yan Country as soon as the work is over tomorrow. I believe that batch of porcelain should be finished.
When Jun Xian found Xue Zhiyu, she was staring blankly ahead with her chin propped up. He knew she was thinking about something, so he didn't rush to speak and just sat quietly opposite her.
When Xue Zhiyu came to her senses, he poured her a cup of tea and asked, "Do you want to continue shopping?"
"No, you will accompany me to the Ye family later."
"For that boy?"
"Yes, I am sure I can convince him," Xue Zhiyu looked at her reflection in the tea, drank it in one gulp, then stood up and left with an umbrella.
Jun Xian paid the bill silently and followed them. He didn't notice that not long after he stood up, the old man who had been eating buns a few tables away turned around and looked at the two people as they left.
This person was Jun Xian’s master whom he had just said goodbye to not long ago.
He looked at Princess Kangle's back, not knowing whether it was because he missed that adult too much, but he always felt that her back was very familiar.
In front of the Ye family mansion, Xue Zhiyu looked up at the two words "Ye Mansion" on the plaque. As expected of a family that devoted itself to literature, the plaque was majestic and the ending of each word showed the owner's calmness.
She walked forward, pulled the door knocker and knocked three times, then stepped back a few steps.
Soon, the door opened, and a man dressed as a servant looked at Xue Zhiyu. Seeing that she was dressed unusually, he suppressed his impatience and asked, "Who are you?"
"Just say that I have a way to restore your young master to normal. After all, this is not an ordinary illness, but I need to see Master Ye. Please inform him."
The attendant did not dare to neglect him. After saying "wait a moment", he closed the door and trotted into the mansion. After walking through the corridor, the attendant thought of the master's temper and did not dare to be too reckless. He took a deep breath and then walked to the study and said respectfully, "Master, there is a girl outside who wants to see you. She said she has a way to make the young master back to normal. Do you want to see her?"
Ye Wenhao was writing his latest article carefully in his study. The more he read, the more satisfied he was. When he was about to put pen to paper and continue writing, he heard the servant's words. His hand holding the pen trembled, and a drop of ink dripped down instantly, staining the paper.
He put down the brush and rubbed his eyebrows with a headache. What worried him most now was his youngest son's illness. Many doctors said that it was incurable.
Now we can only treat the dead horse as a live doctor.
"Invite her in."
"Yes."
The servant walked back to the door again, opened it, and then made a cautious gesture of invitation, "Please follow me, our master is waiting for the girl in the study."
Xue Zhiyu then walked into the mansion. Jun Xian had just stepped in when he was stopped by the servants, "Sir, can you wait outside for a while?"
"That's my friend, please let him in."
The attendant then put down his hand and let Jun Xian follow in.
Led by the attendant, the two came to the study and looked at Jun Xian and said, "I will take this young master to the front hall to rest for a while. The weather is hot and it would be bad if he gets a heat stroke."
Jun Xian glanced at Xue Zhiyu and saw her nod at him, then he followed the attendant down.
"The girl said she had a way to help my little one?"
Ye Wenhao didn't beat around the bush and asked directly, still looking at Xue Zhiyu from time to time.
"Does Master Ye know about depression?"
Seeing Ye Wenhao shaking his head, Xue Zhiyu continued, "Young Master Ye has this disease. He came to Nian Xitang this morning, and I prescribed him some medicine. However, this disease cannot be cured by just taking medicine. He also needs to resolve this knot in his heart."
When this was mentioned, Ye Wenhao's face suddenly changed. He said without thinking, "No! Our Ye family has been engaged in literature for generations. I will never let my youngest child go to such a low-class thing as opera!"
"Why do you insist that folk art is low-class, Master Ye? There are many writers who write folk art scripts. Are they also low-class?"
Xue Zhiyu knew that in ancient times, professions like opera were considered low-class by most people, but she still felt angry when she heard these words with her own ears.
"Speaking eloquently! How can this be compared?! Not only does a folk artist have to be in the limelight frequently, but he also has to make the audience happy. Isn't this low-class?!"
Ye Wenhao became angrier and angrier as he spoke. He thought that his Ye family had been scholars for generations, so how could they have such an unfilial son?
"No matter how well an article is written, it still needs someone to interpret it. For example, Tang Xianzu's "A Dream in the Garden" must have been heard by Mr. Ye. Only a good article plus a good interpretation can interpret the story of Du Liniang and the scholar Liu Mengmei to the fullest. Mr. Ye is so talented in opera, why not let him give it a try?"
"But he should focus on getting a good academic performance instead of performing arts!"
Xue Zhiyu also knew that she couldn't wake up a person who was pretending to be asleep. She sighed and decided not to persuade him anymore. Instead, she threw down a sentence.
"In that case, I will not persuade you any more. Master Ye is a smart man. It is better not to point out some things."
After saying that, Xue Zhiyu turned around and walked out of the study without any hesitation.
Ye Wenhao lowered his head and unconsciously clenched his hands into fists on the table. No one knew what he was thinking at the moment.
After the two of them walked out of the mansion, Jun Xian looked at Xue Zhiyu, who didn't seem to be worried at all. He opened his mouth and couldn't help but ask, "Aren't you worried that Master Ye will hate Young Master Ye for learning opera even more?"
"I'm not the one who needs to worry. Just wait. Master Ye will definitely come to the Quyi Pavilion in person tomorrow."
The next day.
The area in front of the Quyi Pavilion was particularly lively, for no other reason than that the Qian'an Troupe would be performing here today, and some people who couldn't sit still inside had already run out to wait for it.