bayedsolid Chapter 780: Green Plum Drunk (18)
Chapter 780: Green Plum Drunk (18)
As Jiang Que requested, Cheng Hui, who was left alone, obediently did as he was told and sent the person to the black market to be listed under the bounty order.
Wearing a mask, he stood on high ground, coldly observing the various martial arts heroes below discussing the matter.
Amidst recent torrential rains and the cooler weather, a lone figure on horseback, armed with a sword and a straw raincoat.
When Cheng Hui rushed back to Kyoto from the black market, almost half a month had passed.
Along the way, the most discussed topic among Cheng Hui was the royal family: when the crown prince returned to the palace from his travels, the empress couldn't sit still and poisoned the emperor, trying to force him to write an edict decree for her second son to succeed to the throne.
The Crown Prince discovered the affair, and the Empress was banished to the Cold Palace. She would be dealt with after the Emperor was treated and awoke by the imperial physician.
Such royal secrets were spread far and wide, even reaching him, a stranger traveling the world.
Although Cheng Hui was unwilling to admit it, Jiang Que was the first person he suspected in this matter.
...
Guide bees.
It was raised by Cheng Hui along with the bell on Jiang Que's foot, and it could find people by following the scent of the medicine soaked in the bell.
The chubby little bee flapped its wings laboriously ahead of Cheng Hui and finally stopped at a teahouse.
Cheng Hui, dressed in light black attire with his long hair tied up high, stood under an elegant teahouse in a bustling area of Kyoto, holding the Jiaoyin Sword. His unrestrained and chivalrous air was completely out of place in Kyoto, a city full of rules and high-ranking officials.
Before they could find anyone, the fat bee got tired and perched on Cheng Hui's shoulder.
Cheng Hui thought it was lazy and was about to flick it away when a familiar herbal scent wafted in on the wind.
Following the scent, Cheng Hui looked up and happened to see Jiang Que on the second floor of the teahouse. Dressed in a white dress and wearing a veil, she stood inside the railing, her posture aloof, looking down at him with her eyes downcast.
Cheng Hui chuckled and excitedly waved to the person upstairs from downstairs: "Zhao'er."
Before his smile had even lasted two minutes, a man dressed like a peacock, holding a folding fan, and with a face like a peach blossom, suddenly stepped out from beside his beloved Zhao'er. He offered Zhao'er tea with tender and affectionate eyes, and Zhao'er, who usually disliked others getting close to her, accepted it.
Cheng Hui's smile froze on his face and slowly faded.
The man upstairs followed Jiang Que's gaze, as if he had just noticed him, and said with a look of surprise, "Brother Cheng Hui, you've come to Kyoto too."
Cheng Hui saw Gu Feibai standing next to Zhao'er, greeting him, a guest who had come from afar, with the air of a host.
Cheng Hui felt uncomfortable.
He simply nodded and hummed in agreement, his gaze falling on the person beside him who was looking down at him but remained silent.
The man's gaze met Cheng Hui's. He looked at her for a few seconds, then looked away. Before turning away from the railing, he left Cheng Hui with only one sentence: "Go upstairs."
Go upstairs…
To my surprise, Gu Feibai was also there.
Cheng Hui felt extremely uncomfortable.
When did Gu Feibai arrive?
He always stayed with Zhao'er.
They also went out for tea together.
Then they...
They walked heavily to the private room where they were staying.
Cheng Hui stood at the door, not even having the courage to push it open. In the end, it was the waiter who had the sense to help him and respectfully invited him in.
The private room had an exceptionally quiet atmosphere, with incense burning and flowers arranged in the air.
Dressed in flamboyant attire, Gu Feibai sat at another small table, brewing and preparing tea. After finishing, he served the tea to a white-clad woman who was reclining on a soft couch, reading a book.
The woman only took a sniff and didn't say anything. Gu Feibai knew she didn't like it, so he went back and ordered it again, working tirelessly and patiently as if treating someone he cherished.
Cheng Hui felt like an outsider who was disturbing them, and even her steps as she entered the room seemed hesitant.
“Brother Cheng Hui, you’ve finally arrived. I was just saying that Sister Zhao’er is in the capital, how could you bear to leave her alone?”
Gu Feibai came over with a smile to greet him.
Cheng Hui didn't really want to talk to him. He gripped the sword tightly, wishing he could pull it out and stab him to death.
Zhao'er, little sister, Zhao'er, little sister, is she yours? You call her that without any sense of boundaries.
As Cheng Hui entered, the person on the soft couch stirred, sat up, tidied their long hair, and looked at Cheng Hui, asking, "Is everything taken care of?"
Cheng Hui felt uncomfortable, but he didn't vent his anger on the person in front of him. He didn't know what he was angry about, so he could only hold it in and nod, "Mm."
They were soaked in his special medicine and transported all the way to the black market. Two of them died, but the rest were still alive.
It was displayed on the wanted poster, taking up a huge amount of space.
He went out to work, but when he came back, his house had been robbed.
"Perfect timing, you've arrived. I also have something to tell you." The person on the soft couch sat upright, and Gu Feibai, dressed in flamboyant attire, smiled and walked to Zhao'er's side with a gentle and joyful expression. Before Zhao'er could speak, Gu Feibai spoke first: "You've come at the perfect time. Zhao'er has already agreed to marry me. When she comes of age, I will personally come to propose marriage. Considering that you and Zhao'er grew up together and you treat her like your own sister, and we are also sworn brothers, it would be even closer than marriage. As Zhao'er's brother, I should tell you this joyous occasion first."
The joyful laughter on the faces of his sworn brothers was, in Cheng Hui's heart, a living hell.
He didn't even know what he was thinking at the time.
All I could do was frantically listen to Jiang Que's inner voice, but I heard nothing.
All that came was a faint "hmm," indicating his agreement with Gu Feibai's words.
Cheng Hui felt a chill in his body.
The ten-odd days he arrived late seemed to have taken away his entire life, along with the news of someone else's engagement to another.
Looking at the two of them.
Cheng Hui's words of congratulations stuck in his throat; he couldn't bring himself to say them.