Chapter 33: One mountain suppresses another, one mountain pounces on another.

  "Oh?" Zhao Zun's voice was extremely cold, and he asked very slowly, "Which one?"

  On the seventh day of summer, my heart skipped a beat, and I had a faint feeling that something was off.

  As expected, Dongfang Qingxuan's smiling eyes turned towards her, "Just to pour you a drink. I suppose Your Highness won't... be willing to part with it?"

  Zhao Zun looked at Xia Chuyi with a straight face, "Since the Eastern Queen has spoken, how could I, the king, not comply? However, this little slave of mine is accustomed to being reckless and disobedient, and may end up offending Your Excellency."

  Xia Chuqi was so angry and frustrated that her face turned red with rage.

  No matter what, it's still better than letting her be ravaged by that half-human, half-demon "Dongfang Bubai".

  Just as her expression had just relaxed, Zhao Zun continued to say, "Why don't Master Dongfang go and rest first? I will tame her, dress her up neatly, and then send her to your room to serve you."

  What?

  On the seventh day of summer, it was like being struck by lightning, and the depressed air "whooshed" upwards.

  She knew that in the feudal era, slaves had no social status and could be given away by their masters at any time, but she didn't expect this Zhao villain to do such a thing.

  "Very good."

  Eastern Qing Xuan gave a slight smile, his narrow and long phoenix eyes curved slightly, almost imperceptibly glancing at Xia Chuqi's small face which was flushed with anger. His head of ink-like black hair fluttered and swayed as he turned away, leaving with an elegant and captivating demeanor that sparked the imagination.

  "Yuè Yù, take Chu Qi down to prepare."

  Zhao's voice was soft and gentle, shattering her fantasy, "You're really playing with me?"

  "Don't you like it?"

  Only a ghost would be willing to fall into the hands of Dongfang Qingyun, that pervert.

  To know, that day in the small woods, she had also sprinkled the itching powder of the nettle leaf on him, which was used on Yuan Xiao Gongzi's body. Dongfang Dàyāo at this moment must be furious and want to tear her into pieces. Falling into his hands, can there be a good outcome?

  She thought of Dongfang Qingyun's enchanting appearance when she beheaded people, and she grabbed Zhao Zhu's sleeve.

  "Grandpa..."

  He lowered his head and looked at her hand, "Something's up?"

  She swallowed hard and gulped back the "don't want" that was almost out of her mouth.

  No way. The two of them still have a "useful fool", he's keeping her because she's still useful, how could he really send her away?

  Let go of your hand, she smiled slyly and said, "It's nothing, I just thought that the Eastern handsome guy had fallen in love with me at first sight, his soul was shaken, and he got so excited that his hand cramped up."

  He took a deep look at her, then turned and walked away without another word, his face expressionless.

  In the western wing of the house, Xia Qiu was helped by Yue Rong and Mei Zi to dress up on the seventh day of the summer month.

  Still dressed as a young servant boy, but with makeup on his face and powder applied, he looked just like a little plaything for men.

  She hooked up with a three-point smile, ignoring their advice and comfort, humming a little tune all the time.

  She wanted to know when Zhao Zhu would stop playing around.

  Dressed up, Yuè Yù let out a sigh of relief and nodded slightly at Zheng Er Bao who was waiting outside the door.

  "Second treasure, it's done."

  "Come on, tie up Chu Qi and send him to the Grand Commander's residence in the East Wing!" Zheng Er Bao shouted in a shrill voice.

  "Yes!"

  Seeing the two guards with black scabbards and waist knives walking in with an air of intimidation, Xia Chuyi's humming stopped, and her face turned dark. Wasn't Zhao Zhuang trying to give her a warning? But instead, he really didn't care about a young girl's chastity or life and death?

  Scum! Despicable person!

  No! A combination of scum and trash.

  As she was being dragged towards the east wing, her overly made-up face finally cracked.

  "I want to see Grandpa."

  Lowering his head, Zheng Er Bao was very honest, "Master is tired, no one will see anyone tonight."

  At the beginning of summer, I was extremely resentful in my heart. There is a request for someone, still approaching Zheng Erbao, lowering his voice, "Er Bao Gonggong, you think of a way for me, and I will definitely thank you well."

  She believes silver is the most useful thing.

  She also believed that Zheng Er Bao would definitely have a way to let him see Zhao Zhu.

  As expected, there is no eunuch in the world who does not love money. Zheng Erbao agreed without hesitation after a brief consideration, and drew five fingers.

  "Five taels?" Chuyi slightly pursed her lips, "Alright."

  Zheng Er Bao shook his head, "No, fifty taels."

  It's just over 100 yuan, is it necessary to be so ruthless?

  Die, Taemon! She gritted her teeth, "Deal."

  Zheng Erbao was indeed a resourceful person, and it's unknown what he said to the two guards, but they gave her a strange look and untied her. Zheng Erbao took her and sneaked into the backyard of the Jade Emperor's Pavilion. As soon as they entered, they saw Zhao Zhuo practicing sword alone in the cold wind, his clothes fluttering, dancing with such vigor that it was like flying sand and walking stones, leaves scattered everywhere, and birds flew away in fright.

  "Chu Qi, it's none of our business. Our family can't help with this matter." Zheng Er Bao said, and then quietly retreated.

  At the beginning of summer, Qiuzi coughed lightly and slowly moved towards Zhao Yu, her hands hanging down, her head lowered, and with her originally small stature, she looked even more like a naughty little girl who had done something wrong, obedient to a fault.

  "Th-that... grandfather..."

  Zhao Zun seemed to have not seen her and continued dancing with his sword.

  Yu Guang stole a few glances at him on the seventh day of the new year, before curling up the corners of his mouth and humming softly.

  "I can make 18 kinds of unique and efficient housekeeping secrets, 32 kinds of rare weapons you've never seen before, 64 ways to save people from the brink of death, and 128 kinds of nutritious and delicious foods you've never had before. Most importantly, I have 365 ways to help you monopolize the world's fisheries..."

  "So?"

  Huh? Can't hear clearly?

  Her throat was about to spit out a knife, but she still had to put on a smiling face.

  "With someone as useful as me, where can you find another? Can you bear to let me go?"

  "Hmm."

  "What's wrong?" Xia Chuqi's anger was about to erupt. In her heart, she thought that if he didn't agree, she might as well kill him, and at worst, the two of them would perish together. Let this big fool eat his own words!

  "Isn't it because you like how handsome he is?" He glanced over, his dark eyes unfathomably deep.

  "What's wrong? He doesn't look as good as you. Haha, I was just joking, don't take it to heart."

  Zhao Zhen made a "back stab", with the sword tip pointing directly at her, her posture was as if merged with the sword.

  "I heard you earned one hundred taels from Fan Cong Liang?"

  "...only fifty taels left."

  "That's fifty taels."

  She glared at him fiercely and asked, "What did you mean?"

  "Fifty taels, and I'll help you decline Eastern Qingxuan's proposal."

  Xia was completely frightened by his words on the seventh day of summer.

  "Hey, you're not feverish, are you? You're a prince, after all. I'm asking you, is it that you lack money or lack virtue? You just can't bear to see poor people have a bowl of thin gruel, can't bear to see poor cancer patients get treated?"

  "Pathetic!" Zhao Zun sheathed his sword with a lukewarm expression, looking down on her with an air of superiority, as if gazing at a pitiful little beast that had fallen into a trap. "Go wash your face and change that crying face."

  "What does it mean?"

  "You're not crying, you're not willing, how can I explain to Dongfang Qingxuan? You should know that the Brocade Guards are not to be trifled with." He said it lightly, coldly, his emotions tinged with a chill, as if he really had made great sacrifices for her.

  One minute later——

  At the beginning of summer, Xia followed Zhao You behind his back, all the way to the east wing, like a wronged little servant girl, thinking about her own one hundred taels of silver that had flown away, feeling both heartache and resentment.

  "Your Highness actually sent someone over personally, how can this be?"

  The first words that Dongfang Qingyun spoke as he came out were filled with malicious intent.

  With a crook of his arm, he hooked around Xia Chuqi who was hiding behind him. Zhao Zhen's eyes gleamed with a hint of coldness as he lowered his head to glance at her, his words dripping with profound meaning.

  "The Eastern Lord doesn't know, my little slave has always had a bit of a temper, and has been spoiled. Especially with this matter of the bed curtains, he says he can't bear to part with me, making a big fuss as if his life depended on it. You see, I also can't be too harsh on him. After all, he is my person now, I shouldn't force him to obey you."

  What does it mean to live and die for him?

  What is called "the affairs of the boudoir" has already reached a point where they cannot be separated from him.

  This son of a bitch got lucky and still shows off, and also boasts about his family's sexual ability in front of the Eastern demon?

  A belly full of anger accumulated in her heart, and on the seventh day of summer, it was hard to get off the tiger's back. With a hint of ginger in her eyes, tears kept falling uncontrollably. Under such a sky, anyone could see that she couldn't bear to part with Prince Jinwang, especially when it came to matters of the bedchamber.

  Zhao Zun is simply a pervert.

  She sulkily nestled in his arms, hanging her head, spitting out teeth and blood, putting on a little daughter-in-law's appearance, and still a male-dressed little daughter-in-law, the more suffocating the better. But no matter how suffocating, revenge had to be put off till another day, first she had to go along with him.

  "Master of the East!"

  Zhao's gentle hand stroked her hair, while his cold gaze turned to the strangely-behaving Dongfang Qingxuan. "The taste of a long and lonely night is indeed unbearable. I have prepared another generous gift for you, which I think you will like."

  He turned around and said in a cold voice.

  "Bring people up."

  Soon, two golden guards in armor and with swords at their sides brought someone up.

  Yes, it was carried up.

  Because that person had already lost one leg, and the other leg was still wrapped in thick white gauze. What's even more ridiculous is that his face was also smeared with grease and powder, just like Xia Chuzi before, making him look like a big show-off.

  Summer begins on the seventh day of July.

  Isn't this Wu Canjun whose leg was blown off by his "Brother Thunder"?

  Almost subconsciously, her mind was wide open, and she suddenly realized -

  Digression

  Er Jin (sighing): No interviews today.

  Everyone (staring): What's going on?

  Two pieces of brocade (hanging down): No one praises me.

  Everyone (in unison): Did you get your head caught in the door again?

  Er Jin (fainted): Brag a bit, will Mimi be small? —— Humph, I won't tell you, on the seventh day of the new year, I was coaxed by Nineteen again. And even less will I tell you, now Nineteen is so proud, in the future there will be more ears to listen.

  Is there anyone who can tell me how many girls are chasing Wen? It feels like business is slow, the door is deserted and horses and carriages are rare, it's like one person is putting on a big show behind closed doors.

  ——

  Roar! To all the girls who gave me diamonds, flowers, rewards and evaluation votes... I've taken note of it in my heart! Mwah mwah!