Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Chapter 421: The first encounter in the private room, the situation changes suddenly with thunderous

"Brother Lu."

Duan Jiashu stood in front of the hanging flower gate at the corner of the street. When he saw the familiar figure passing through the screen wall of the hanging flower gate, he hurried forward.

Wu Feipeng was seen standing in the corridor with his hands behind his back, a meaningful smile on his lips. His eyes moved around Lu Wensheng's red ears and the untidy hair, and a few very light laughs came out of his throat, which was very intriguing.

"What's going on?" Duan Jiashu frowned and looked between the two of them, feeling a little strange.

"Cough cough cough," Lu Wensheng cleared his throat and rubbed his fingertips across the tip of his nose. The tip of his ear still had some lingering blush.

"nothing......"

He calmly kicked Wu Feipeng's heel with the tip of his boot and glanced at Wu Feipeng, but in return he received a more obvious smile from the other party.

Wu Feipeng smiled and made a gesture of closing his mouth - the smile contained a mocking "I understand you", which made Duan Jiashu even more confused.

The three of them boarded the ebony carriage parked at the door. The wheels rolled over the wet bluestone slabs, making a creaking sound.

Lu Wensheng lifted a corner of the window curtain and looked at the eaves of the princess's mansion that were gradually receding. The gilded beasts glowed coldly in the twilight. He suddenly said, "Hongyu sent a message on the way, saying that he had seen the marquis. How do you feel after meeting him?"

The sound of the carved wheels rolling over the bluestone slabs mixed with the shouts of the street sugar painting stalls penetrated through the gaps in the curtains, and the floating dust was reflected into golden flakes by the sunlight.

Lu Wensheng looked at the two people sitting opposite him. The halo of light sprinkled down and fell on their faces, making their outlines soft, leaving only a gleam in their eyes.

If it weren't for the undercurrents behind the scenes, it would seem extremely peaceful at the moment.

Duan Jiashu stroked the jade pendant on his waist and said thoughtfully, "When I first met him, he was indeed a playboy, but his conversation was not as foolish as the rumors said. It seemed that he was deliberately hiding his incompetence. He knew some things about formations, but not much. He was an okay person, but... whether he was willing to sacrifice himself was hard to say."

Wu Feipeng tapped his knees with his fingertips, his tone was a little cold, and his words were even more pointed: "You are very self-righteous, conceited and confused."

He thinks he can see through people's hearts and feels that everything in the world is just like that, but he turns a blind eye to his own obsessions - indulging in romantic affairs is just a decoy, and deep down he believes that "sober people" should play around in the world, but in fact he is using his unruly behavior to cover up his escape from reality.

It's like an audience member who has seen through the script and knows that the plot is clichéd, but still insists on eating melon seeds and cheering in the audience, thinking that this way they have transcended it, but in fact they are even deceiving themselves - he has seen many people like this.

"Why do you say that?"

The carriage jolted to a stop on the bluestone road, and the shafts creaked.

When Wu Feipeng opened the door curtain, the copper bells on the eaves were blown up by the draft. The tinkling sound mixed with the noise of rock-paper-scissors from the tavern next door, weaving into a noisy scene in the late spring afternoon.

He turned to Lu Wensheng and kept it a secret: "It's hard to say, but he is waiting for us in the restaurant. You'll know when you get there, brother." He felt that if the other party showed that kind of look at that time, he would probably be scolded by his brother.

Brother, it seems that the most annoying thing is the kind of whining without any reason?

When you step into the private room on the second floor of "Zuixianlou", the scent of sandalwood mixed with rouge and powder hits you in the face.

The carved lattice window was half-closed, and through the gap one could see a man in purple reclining on the main seat.

He was twirling a gilded wine cup between his fingers, his long hair was loosely tied up with a black jade hairpin, a few strands of hair hung in front of his eyes, and the corners of his lips were curved in a way that seemed to be a smile - it was Xiao Yan.

The moment I pushed open the door, a warm fragrance mixed with the smell of alcohol hit me in the face.

Xiao Yan was leaning on the main seat covered with snow-white fox fur, with his wide sleeves hanging down like a waterfall. The jade cup between his fingertips was filled with amber wine, which was swaying slowly.

There were seven or eight young men in brocade clothes sitting around him. Some were tuning their pipa, some were holding dice and shouting. Only he raised his eyelids slightly, his gaze fell on Lu Wensheng, and the corners of his mouth raised in an arc that seemed to be a smile, his posture was very much like a cat playing with mice and sparrows.

"The number one scholar has arrived," Xiao Yan flicked his fingers, splashing the wine on the lotus pattern on the edge of the table, "It makes the threshold of this Zuixianlou look shabby."

As he spoke, the gold foil appliques on his temples trembled with his movements, making his peach blossom eyes look even more charming, but his tone revealed a sense of arrogance that showed he looked down on everyone.

The gilded incense burner on the table was emitting the scent of agarwood, and the wisps of smoke formed a hazy web around him, making his brocade robe blurry - the broken plum branches embroidered with silver thread on the robe glowed coldly under the candlelight, just like the sarcasm hidden deep in his eyes.

The young men surrounding him were still minding their own business, but their eyes wandered over Lu Wensheng and the other two, with undisguised scrutiny and contempt.

This scene was more like a carefully choreographed show of force than a sincere invitation - the table was full of delicacies from land and sea, but before anyone had even started eating, the surrounding singers and musicians were already waiting in line, and the gilded wine jug reflected a cold light in the hands of the maid. It was clearly a Hongmen Banquet with hidden intentions.

Lu Wensheng stroked the dark patterns on his cuffs with his fingertips and suddenly chuckled. The smile did not reach his eyes, but he raised his eyebrows first. He untied the jade belt from his waist and put it on the back of the chair. As he moved, the ink-black hem of his clothes swept through the air, bringing with it a hint of the spirit of the martial arts world.

He pulled over the carved wooden chair and sat down on it with a creaking sound. He crossed his knees casually and tapped his knuckles on the lotus pattern on the table, making a clear sound.

Wu Feipeng and Duan Jiashu looked at each other, and stood on the left and right with their swords in tacit understanding. The black and moon-white robes hung down like flags behind them. The light and shadow of the lanterns in the corridor shone through the window lattices, casting interlaced silhouettes on the three of them, just like unsheathed swords.

The three of them said nothing, but with their thunderous force they overwhelmed the noise of the seven or eight people opposite them, and forced the scent of powder and alcohol in the room to retreat a little.

Just by standing still, he forcibly split the luxurious aura in the private room into a crack, which in turn pressured all the young men in brocade clothes in the room to hold their breath subconsciously.

Xiao Yan's fingers holding the cup paused in mid-air, and a few drops of wine swayed out and fell on the fox fur. He looked at Lu Wensheng's eyes immersed in the candlelight - there was a golden light surging in the depths of the brown pupils. He was clearly smiling, but it made people want to avoid his edge.

He had originally thought that the new number one scholar would be cautious and abiding by etiquette, but he did not expect that he had such an unpolished sharpness. His brown eyes were astonishingly bright, like tempered steel, which pinned the contempt and temptation in his eyes to the spot.

The young men who were teasing him suddenly became quiet. The sound of the dice rolling on the brocade cushion seemed particularly abrupt. They swallowed their saliva, feeling a little uneasy. Several pairs of eyes subconsciously glanced towards the main seat, waiting to see how Xiao Yan would respond.

The air suddenly solidified.

The gentlemen in fine clothes around Xiao Yan didn't even dare to breathe, but the people on the other side looked nonchalant and calm.

Only the water-scented incense in the gilded incense burner was still curling up, weaving the different thoughts in the room into a hazy web.

The situation seems to have reversed.