Volume 19: Legend of Lu Xiaofeng Chapter 457: Palace Master and Shaman
Five positions.
There are two seats left.
Su Weiyun only waited for a while before a girl came in.
She had a high chest and a thin waist, and was not very old. She wore shoes with green patterns and a crystal-clear dress, a sea-blue palace dress. She also had a very long and thin gold hairpin inlaid with seven pearls on her hair.
"The Palace Master is here."
Every maid bowed when she saw her, lowered her head, and did not dare to look her in the eye.
The palace master smiled sweetly and said, "Such a beautiful face, why don't you raise your head so I can take a closer look ?"
The maids dared not speak.
The always cold Shaman actually spoke: "Is my face beautiful? Why don't you look at mine?"
The Palace Master's expression suddenly changed, becoming strange and embarrassed, and he said, "Isn't your face born specifically for Brother Nine to see?"
After she said that, she walked aside and sat down.
Of course, she was not sitting in the main seat, but the first seat on the right, next to Su Weiyun.
"Is this the distinguished guest?"
Su Weiyun said: "I'm not expensive. My entire body of flesh won't sell for much."
The palace master smiled and said, "The guest is really good at joking."
Her eyes rolled around with a cunning look on her face, and I wonder what she was planning.
The old man introduced her, "This is my little girl, not very capable. Master Su will surely laugh at me."
The palace master looked lively and open-minded, but she couldn't get angry at all with this old man.
The old man said, "This is the incomparable hero Su Weiyun, who is famous in the martial arts world. I'm sure you have heard of his name."
The Palace Master's eyes lit up immediately. She had certainly heard of this name before, but in her opinion, he was already a martial arts master of the previous generation. She didn't expect him to look so young.
Su Weiyun said: "It's just a small reputation, not worth mentioning."
After he said this, he found that the palace master had been looking at him. That kind of look was not an ordinary look, but a look that was fixed on him without blinking or moving.
Su Weiyun fiddled with the chrysanthemum in her hand and asked, "Excuse me, young lady, are you looking at the flowers in my hand?"
The Palace Master said: "No. I am looking at you."
Su Weiyun asked, "How can I be as pretty as a flower?"
The palace master smiled and said, "I don't like flowers, I like you!"
She was so bold as to confess her feelings to Su Weiyun directly without holding back her words at all.
Su Weiyun was calm and composed, smiling, "Some people like me, but no one likes flowers. What a pity, what a pity, what a pity, what a pity."
He said "what a pity" four times in a row, and it seemed that he really felt sorry for her.
The palace master glanced at the cold Shaman and said, "Since it's a pity, why don't you give this flower to that icy beauty?"
Su Weiyun said: "Oh? Is she a flower lover?"
The Palace Master nodded and said, "Of course, I heard that Brother Nine even said once that he must carve a sacred ice flower from the far north and give it to her!"
On this nameless island, it is spring all year round, the temperature is only high and never low, and ice is almost never seen.
Su Weiyun really stood up, walked over, and handed the chrysanthemum to Shaman.
Shaman didn't answer.
Su Weiyun looked back at the Palace Master helplessly and said, "It seems that she doesn't like flowers."
The Palace Master shook her head and said, "Maybe she just doesn't like chrysanthemums?"
Su Weiyun said: "Wait until September 8th in autumn, when my flower blooms, all other flowers will die. If people do not love autumn chrysanthemums, then they cannot be said to understand flowers."
Shaman suddenly sneered and said, "You read the poem wrong."
Su Weiyun pretended to be surprised and said, "Oh? What did you read wrong?"
Shaman said: "Huang Chao's poem says 'When my flower blooms, all other flowers die'! How come it becomes ten thousand flowers in your poem?"
Su Weiyun said seriously: "Because this is an autumn chrysanthemum that emerged from a sea of thousands of flowers. This little old man can testify to this!"
Shaman looked at the old man, only to see him smile and nod. Shaman's expression changed slightly, and he stretched out his hand and took the flower.
Su Weiyun sat back in his original seat, but as soon as he sat down, the Palace Master started staring at him again without blinking.
"You still want to see me?"
The Palace Master smiled and said, "You've heard people say before that if you keep staring at someone at a banquet, that person will soon be unable to bear it and will find an excuse to leave."
Su Weiyun said: "But a beautiful woman like you won't have such an effect."
The Palace Master asked, "What effect will that have?"
Su Weiyun said: "I just thought you were interested in me and liked me very much!"
The Palace Master did not deny it. She hugged Su Weiyun's arm, leaned over, and whispered in his ear, "I like you anyway!"
Su Weiyun said calmly: "Are you seducing me in front of your father?"
The Palace Master glanced at the old man and chuckled, "How do you know it's not my father who disagrees? Before he came here, he asked me to use the honey trap on you!"
Su Weiyun said: "No."
"Why?"
"Because he wouldn't be that stupid."
The main seat in the middle was still empty, but when the palace master heard this, he almost jumped to the main seat!
"What? You think I'm not qualified enough to seduce you?"
The palace mistress straightened her chest and deliberately pulled her clothes down a little. Although she looked young, some parts of her body were quite large.
Su Weiyun said: "You can't compare to Shaman."
The palace master almost yelled, "Why do you say I can't beat Shaman?!"
Su Weiyun said slowly, "Your brother likes Shaman, so you are a little jealous and want to compete with her for favor; so you deliberately seduce me to make your brother anxious , right?"
The Palace Master asked, "So what?!"
Su Weiyun said: "But you made a wrong calculation. If your brother saw you seducing me, he would never be jealous, he would just kill you!"
The Palace Master said, "Nonsense! Why would my brother kill me because of you?"
"Yes!"
A man walked in from outside the door and said these two words.
There is absolutely no one in the world who is more qualified to say these two words than this person.
Because he is Gong Jiu!
…
According to legend, Gongjiu is composed of nine things.
——The liquid of a poisonous snake, the heart of a fox, the ice and snow in the North Sea, the rocks on the Tianshan Mountains, the bravery of a lion, the cruelty of a jackal, the patience of a camel, the wisdom of a human, and a ghost from the eighteen levels of hell.
When Su Weiyun first met him at Baozhu Villa, he was still a stubborn boy.
At that time, Su Weiyun thought this sentence was very correct.
Until now, ten years later, when Gong Jiu has grown up, Su Weiyun agrees with this sentence even more, and even feels that there is no more appropriate description than this.
"Gong Jiu, hello, long time no see."
"How long is a long time?"
"ten years."
"Wrong. You calculated it wrong. It's eleven years, four months and thirteen days!"
The Palace Master and Shaman suddenly raised their heads and looked at him closely, because in their minds, although Gong Jiu was a very powerful and omnipotent person, he was not very good at arithmetic.
If you ask him how many people are left if seventeen of a hundred people die, he might actually go find the hundred people, kill seventeen of them, and then count how many are left.
But Gong Jiu actually remembered how long it had been since he and Su Weiyun had met.
Is this a friendship higher than the mountains, or a hatred deeper than the sea?
Probably the latter.
The Palace Master and Shaman suddenly felt a little cold, so cold that they dared not speak again.
The chrysanthemum in Shaman's hand seemed to be a little cold. It was shivering and its petals seemed to be about to fall.
Gong Jiu has seen the flowers in Shaman's hand.
"Who sent you flowers?!"
Gong Jiu's eyes suddenly twitched slightly.
