The lotus lakeside is already crowded with people. Most of them are Confucian scholars, with fluttering robes, indescribably chic and elegant.
In such an environment, even if you are not a literati or poet, you may have to pretend to be like this. Quite a few young people, while pretending to be elegant, glanced at the faces, bodies, chests, waists and other places of the girls passing by.
Then he tried his best to put on an upright appearance of an upright gentleman, hoping that the beautiful woman would see him as reliable and agree with him.
But they don't know, the more you are like this, the more useless it is... It's true that women don't like hooligans, and they don't like boring chats; but if you don't even dare to strike up a conversation, then no matter how decent you are, you are not as good as hooligans There are many opportunities...
In the heart of the lotus lake, three camps are faintly forming.
One group of purple clothes, one group of white clothes, and one row of black clothes. From a distance, Chu Yang knew that the people in black clothes were probably Jun Lulu's camp. It really deserves to be called 'Dark Bamboo', even the music competition has a faint atmosphere of the underworld pervading it...
In the center of the lotus lake, many large boats are also used to gather together to form a super large platform. Standing tall, the colorful streamers flutter in the wind, and the sound of silk and bamboo flutters down and falls in all directions.
The competition has not yet started, and this place is already bustling.
Too many merchants and peddlers seized the opportunity and sharpened their heads to get in, taking advantage of this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to make money. This is a great business opportunity; no matter how stingy you are, you won't bargain at this moment, so let's slaughter as much as you want!
Dressed in black, Chu Yang walked slowly among the willow bushes on the bank, his thoughts racing, seemingly aimless.
His heart was also a little chaotic.
Mr. Wei had already left and went to Jun Lulu's big boat, but what he said before leaving revealed a mystery in Chu Yang's heart. It also made his heart flustered suddenly.
He finally knew why the man in Tsing Yi suddenly disappeared. It must have been recalled by the family. But after hearing the news, Chu Yang suddenly felt an unknown feeling.
When the man in Tsing Yi was around, he tried every means to get Chu Yang to go home with him, or take out the jade pendant to have a look, but Chu Yang also tried every means to escape.
It's not that he doesn't want to solve the mystery of his life experience, it's just... he's very scared.
Yes, fear; Chu Yang, who has been a man for two lifetimes, has already seen through life and death, and the only thing left in his heart is just a trace of obsession. But only in this matter, it can make him feel terrified.
Although Chu Yang avoided it, he had a faint feeling in his heart that his background probably had more than half the chance... that he was the baby that the Chu family discarded in the early years.
There is hope in my heart, but there is also resistance; there is also fear.
This was Chu Yang's ambivalence about his life experience.
If it was true that he was ruthlessly abandoned, then Chu Yang would feel relieved. Cut off this part, and there will be no worries and worries from now on; it's nothing to wander around the world. Because there is no extravagant hope, and there is no disappointment. Even if you hate them, you can't kill them, right
But now, knowing that might be missing... the feeling is much more complicated.
Chu Yang sighed softly, leaning against a willow tree, looking up through the green branches, swinging leisurely up to the sky, as if to block all the sounds of the entire lotus lake!
The sound of the flute unfolded slowly, and it turned out to be a piece of "The Cyclamen Comes to Heaven"; joyful, a burst of cheers came out spontaneously; everyone who heard it couldn't help but show a sense of joy on their faces.
At the same time, a painting boat slowly approached the shore, and six men in white got off the boat neatly, heading towards Chu Yang all the way. Chu Yang leaned against the tree and looked at the six people walking towards him expressionlessly.
"Is this the young man who pulls the big fish and boat?" The six white-clothed men approached, bowing respectfully to the first one, and asked.
The son of the big fish pulling the boat... Chu Yang was a little speechless, what is this called? But it was also a wry smile in his heart, the other party didn't know him at all, so it was understandable to call him this way, and there was no malice.
"how?"
"My lady was very grateful to him when she heard about Mr.'s strange events that day. If you want to invite him to board the boat, what would you like?" This man's attitude was very respectful, even a little cautious.
"Your lady..." Chu Yang's eyes flashed: "Di Jue?"
"Exactly." The big man unconsciously raised his chest and said proudly.
It was only then that Chu Yang understood; he thought that the song "The Immortal Comes From Heaven" was to welcome Di Wuqingrou, but he didn't expect that it was to welcome himself...
However, when Wu Wuqing came, he played this song to greet himself... This also meant to please Wu Wuqing. It can be said that both sides have the same source...
However, if Miss Dijue knew that she had greeted Di Wuqing and Chu Yanwang, the mortal enemies, at the same time with a piece of music, she would have a very exciting face, right
"Tell you ladies, I will visit on the ship; but not now." Chu Yang said with a smile. Out of the corner of his eye, he had already seen Jing Menghun, the first throne of the Knights of the Golden Horse Hall, walking towards him with a look of surprise, so he had no choice but to decline this person's invitation.
While speaking, Jing Menghun had already hurried over, and cupped his hands: "What a coincidence, it turns out that the young master is here, no wonder I feel the air in this willow forest is so fresh and refreshing."
He didn't even look at those men in white clothes. The men in white clothes were about to get angry, but the leader immediately recognized that this person was the one who had followed Wu Qingrou just now, and was startled; he saluted Chu Yang, and hurriedly retreated.
Chu Yang smiled and said without moving his flesh: "Based on King Jingzuo, it seems that I should live in the Fifth Prime Minister's residence. It will also make Fifth Prime Minister feel happy every day."
Jing Menghun looked up to the sky and laughed, and said, "Fifth Prime Minister must be wishing for it."
Chu Yang secretly smiled in his heart, thinking, Wu Wuqingrou is not what he wished for, if he really lived in Wuqingrou's base camp, he should vomit three liters of blood directly.
"If you have nothing to do, my lord, how about getting on the boat and talking about it?" Jing Menghun said enthusiastically.
"Forget it; I'm used to idle clouds and wild cranes, and I don't like worldly etiquette." Chu Yang refused. Although I have changed my appearance, but being able to hide it from Jing Menghun does not necessarily mean that I can hide it from Fifth Qingrou!
Thinking of how well-prepared he was to pick up Tianlou, he still couldn't dispel Wu Wuqingrou's suspicion; Chu Yang felt terrified of Wu Wuqingrou's super spiritual sense.
If he sees through it again this time, it will be really bad.
"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, when the young master comes, I will welcome you wholeheartedly!" Jing Menghun didn't feel disobedient at all, still smiling all over his face.
"Well, King Jing doesn't serve Xiangye with him, so where is he going?" Chu Yang asked wonderingly. Judging by Jing Menghun's appearance, it is clear that he is about to go out.
"Well, something small happened, Mr. Xiang asked me to deal with it, and go back to get some things by the way." Jing Menghun said.
Go back and get something? Chu Yang's mind suddenly came alive.
"What a coincidence, I just want to go there to buy some medicinal materials, why don't we go together." Chu Yang's attitude suddenly became enthusiastic.
"Alright..." Jing Menghun was overjoyed. The fact that this mysterious expert is willing to walk with him proves that the relationship between the two parties is one step closer.
The two walked side by side, walking quickly.
"I don't know what medicinal materials the young master needs?" Jing Menghun asked tentatively as he walked.
"Hey, it's also helpless." Chu Yang said: "The day before yesterday, I was injured in the battle with Mr. Wei, and I was looking for some elixir to recover, but after three days, where did I go to find the elixir? ? Besides... my sword was also destroyed by that guy during the battle, and I still need to get some good steel and metal... "
Speaking of this, Chu Yang shook his head helplessly, and said, "These things were easy to do in the last three days, but here... hehe, it's fine if you don't talk about it."
Last three days? Little effort? Jing Menghun's eyes lit up immediately.
"If you don't give up... I don't have a few top-quality materials..." Jing Menghun leaned forward and said, "However, the top quality in my eyes is probably the average stuff in the eyes of the young master... But it is better than nothing..."
"Huh?" Chu Yang turned to look at him, finally smiled, and said, "Forget it, you've been here for three days, and it's not easy to collect some materials... I'll just find two pieces of iron."
Jing Menghun became anxious immediately, and said: "My lord, I am sincere. Although the materials are precious, they are not as important as friends!"
"Hmm..." Chu Yang looked at him intently, and said in a deep voice, "In that case..."
"I'll take you there right away." Jing Menghun beamed with joy.
"Forget it, I owe you one more time." Chu Yang sighed. Xindao, it's no wonder I'm the one who insisted on presenting the secrets of the Golden Horse Knights Hall to me...
Jing Menghun felt light all over immediately, and almost laughed a few times to vent his excitement: "My lord, please."
"I haven't asked yet... what is your surname?" Jing Wangzuo asked cautiously.
"My surname..." Chu Yang looked at him with a half-smile, and after a long time, he said softly, "My surname is Ye, the night of the night."
"So it's Young Master Ye." Jing Menghun staggered and almost fell, his heart was full of turmoil. No wonder he was able to push Mr. Wei down at such a young age. It turned out that he was from the Ye family, who ranked first among the nine wealthy families in the last three days!