lcionline Chapter 117 Was it Su Huayue who saved him?
Chapter 117 Was it Su Huayue who saved him?
Half an hour later, Su Mowan put down her pen, turned her stiff neck, and habitually called out "Qinghe".
No one responded.
It was only after the second-class maid outside the door reminded her again that Qinghe was not there that Su Mowan finally let out a breath and began to ponder.
This is somewhat unusual.
It's almost lunchtime, and there's still no sign of those two.
She stood up, casually tidied up a stack of Xuan paper on the table, then weighed it down with an inkstone before leaving the room.
It wasn't to find someone, but to go to the kitchen.
Aunt Li was busy cooking when she saw her come in and quickly greeted her.
"Consort Su, what brings you in here? It smells terrible in here, please go out! The food will be ready soon!"
Su Mowan could tolerate the slight smell of cooking oil. She smiled, walked to the side, picked up a cucumber, and started eating it.
Aunt Li was startled when she saw it.
I could barely hold onto the little shovel.
Aunt Li said anxiously, "That concubine Su's thing is unclean! Please put it down quickly! It's bad for the baby in her womb!"
"...Cough, cough!"
Su Mowan almost choked on her own saliva. Looking at Aunt Li, who had an uncompromising expression, she felt that she couldn't live like this anymore.
Granny Wei actually managed to turn Aunt Li into a comrade-in-arms!
With Emperor Mo Yao in the palace, Granny Wei in Feng Hua Hall, and now Aunt Li in Huang Feng Garden, Su Mo Wan finally understands what it feels like to be surrounded by enemies.
The culprit who caused all this is still at large, leaving all the trouble to her!
Su Mowan threw away the half cucumber and went back inside dejectedly. She had just sat down when she heard footsteps outside.
Qinghe and Yinshuang have returned.
But Su Mowan didn't understand what the two were carrying.
"I haven't asked you to do this recently, have I?"
Qinghe and Yinshuang each carried a half-full basket of pebbles, the very kind Su Mowan had initially used to grind pigments.
Qinghe put down the basket, feeling like she was about to collapse, while Yinshuang looked a little better.
“Consort Su, it wasn’t you who sent us, it was the Prince who sent us.”
As Qinghe spoke, her mouth was agape like a fish dying of thirst.
Su Mowan poured tea for the two of them without hesitation. Qinghe, disregarding all hierarchy, took the tea and gulped down a large mouthful.
After the two of them breathed a sigh of relief, Su Mowan raised an eyebrow and asked, "Did Murong Jing send you? I didn't tell him I needed it."
Once Qinghe recovered, she became full of energy again.
"Oh dear, you didn't say it, but the prince instructed us to do it. That's what you call being considerate!"
Isn't that called acting on one's own initiative?
Su Mowan racked her brains but couldn't figure out what Murong Jing was up to.
"Why would Murong Jing send you to collect stones out of the blue? I don't need them right now."
Qinghe smiled and said, "The prince said that you will need his help someday."
This is completely puzzling.
Su Mowan remembered how strongly Murong Jing had opposed her wanting to paint another picture. Now, he was busily preparing paints for her.
Is he trying to please her?
Or perhaps to apologize to her for what happened last night?
Regardless, Su Mowan was pleased.
"Since we've already brought them back, let's just leave them there."
Although the painting pavilion is still under construction, she can practice by painting a few pictures if she gets bored.
In the evening, Feng Yue noticed that although his master was reading a book, he was clearly distracted.
Seeing that it was getting late, Feng Yue bowed and said, "Master, it's getting late, you should rest."
Murong Jing then came to his senses, closed the book he had barely read, and placed it on the table.
"Go and check on the situation at Huangfeng Garden."
Feng Yue responded and went out.
He kept thinking about how strange his master had been these past two days. He would get distracted while eating, reading, handling military affairs, and even while sleeping...
They're not on time anymore.
This was the first time in twenty-three years that his master had experienced such a strange situation. Although Feng Yue didn't understand much about matters between men and women, he knew that his master's recent behavior was closely related to Consort Su.
So, the master is now sending him to Huangfeng Garden to check on the situation, but what situation? To see if Consort Su is asleep?
I guess this is all we can look at.
Because his master was waiting for him to return and report, Feng Yue did not take the proper route. He used his lightness skill to fly directly from the rooftop towards Huangfeng Garden.
Feng Yue stopped before he even reached Huangfeng Garden.
Well, it seems there's no need to go check. Huangfeng Garden is pitch black, so Consort Su must have already gone to sleep.
Feng Yue turned around and went back to report.
In fact, Shang Su Mowan was not asleep, nor was she in Huangfeng Garden.
She was at the Wan Hua Lou (Ten Thousand Flowers Pavilion).
He was dressed in men's clothing as usual, in the same old place, and sitting opposite him was Chi Yi, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Did Young Master Yi go on a robbery? He's ended up like this."
"What's wrong with how I look? I still charm a lot of women!"
Chi Yi poured himself a glass of wine, took a leisurely sip, and sighed with great enjoyment, "Finally, I'm back in the human world. It's wonderful!"
Su Mowan also poured herself a glass.
"So, Young Master Yi ascended to paradise before, but has returned now?"
"Pfft—cough, cough, cough!"
Wine dripped down his stubble-covered chin, and Chi Yi raised his wide sleeve to wipe his mouth, a gesture that carried a touch of the heroic spirit of a young swordsman.
"Isn't Young Master Yi usually the one who can't stand looking sloppy? Today, his attire is quite weathered, and quite 'charming'!"
Su Mowan began to offer her opinions.
Chi Yi is usually such a glamorous person, and no matter how much imagination she has, she can't imagine her looking so disheveled in front of Chi Yi.
Such a fine young man, yet he already has the air of an old man.
Chi Yi waved his hand dismissively.
He gave a sly smile.
"You don't understand. A weathered look is good. A weathered look makes you seem more reliable and can fool more naive young girls."
Su Mowan rolled her eyes. Old habits die hard.
"Let's not talk about the young girl, let's get down to business."
"Okay, come on."
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The study in Fenghua Hall.
Murong Jing sat quietly at the table, while Feng Yue accompanied him cautiously.
Now that Consort Su is asleep, shouldn't Your Majesty go to sleep too? There's no point in just sitting here like this!
However, Feng Yue had exhausted all his courage for the day and dared not speak casually again.
After a long while, His Highness the Prince of Qin moved his fingers thoughtfully and said, "Do you think it was Su Huayue who saved me back then?"
What is this and what?
Feng Yue was stunned for a moment before he realized what those words meant, and immediately asked, "Why do you think so, Master?"
A hint of doubt flashed in Murong Jing's deep eyes.
“Yesterday, I was in a moment of panic and didn’t pay attention. Only today did I discover many suspicious points. When Su Huayue saw the assassin, she froze on the spot, which means that she was frightened.”
Feng Yue's expression changed.
How could someone who was frightened by a mere assassin have had the courage to save his master in a situation like two years ago?
Given that person's skill and courage back then, how could he have rescued his master amidst numerous crises and enemies on all sides, and be frightened by a female assassin?
Thinking of this, Feng Yue's eyes lit up.
He blurted out excitedly, "Master, if it's not the Princess Consort of Chu, could it be Consort Su?"