sbdcsierra Chapter 172: It May Be a Bad Fate
Chapter 172: It May Be a Bad Fate
The Nanzhao High Priest raised her eyes and met Feng Jiuqing's cold gaze. She frowned slightly. Why did the Great Yue Grand Master have such strong hostility towards her?
If she remembered correctly, she had never provoked this Grand Tutor.
Could it be that the Grand Tutor knew that she had drugged him? This shouldn't be the case. The people who were behind this were from Dayue. Apart from the fact that she gave him the drug, her people had no contact with this matter at all.
Moreover, the person who was sent was the prince's man and had nothing to do with her. Could it be that she was taken out on because the prince was not there?
Who did the damn prince send to offend the Grand Tutor of Dai Viet like this?
It is said that this Grand Tutor always does whatever he wants. She just saw it. What kind of existence is this Grand Tutor to Dai Viet? Even if the Grand Tutor is not here, the Dai Viet Emperor will protect him. She can't afford to offend this person. She just hopes that this Grand Tutor will not go too far.
If I had known earlier, I would have kept that fool. Every grievance has its perpetrator and every debt has its creditor. At least the Grand Tutor wouldn't come after her.
"Isn't this the first time the high priest has come to Dai Viet? I think the high priest looks familiar, and he looks like an old friend of mine."
Feng Jiuqing leaned lazily on the back of his chair and looked at the high priest meaningfully.
The high priest could clearly feel the coldness in Feng Jiuqing's eyes, but now they were in Dayue, so no matter how dissatisfied she was, she could only endure it for the time being.
"Grandmaster, you are joking. I have been in Nanzhao for many years. This is my first time to Dayue."
"is it?"
Feng Jiuqing swung the wine glass in his hand, but did not drink. He just looked at the high priest quietly.
"I heard that the Saint of Nanzhao was stranded in Daiyue twenty years ago. I wonder how your country is sure that Lu Yu's mother is the Saint of Nanzhao. After all, she has been dead for twenty years."
The high priest said calmly: "This is a secret technique of Nanzhao that is not passed on. I am sorry that I cannot tell you. Grand Master, please forgive me."
"I see."
Feng Jiuqing put down the wine glass and asked casually, "Does the high priest have any sisters of similar age who have ever been to Dayue?"
Why did the Grand Tutor keep asking her if she had been to Dai Viet? Was her identity exposed? Impossible. Given the Grand Tutor's age, it was impossible for him to have seen her twenty years ago.
"The previous Saintess of Nanzhao was my cousin."
There was a hint of smile in Feng Jiuqing's voice, but his eyes were still cold.
What is her cousin? It's full of nonsense! Even though Feng Jiuqing had never seen the High Priest of Nanzhao, he would never forget those crazy eyes. Even if the two people were similar, their eyes and temperament were different.
Just like he and the person sitting next to Lan Shu now, they look almost exactly the same, but no one would recognize that person as the Grand Tutor!
This high priest is clearly the psychopath from twenty years ago!
"Oh~, no wonder I always have a feeling of familiarity with the high priest, I guess it's because of the saint."
The high priest's eyes suddenly became sharp as he looked at Feng Jiuqing, but his voice was as calm as ever.
"Grand Master, have you met the Saint Girl of Nanzhao?"
Feng Jiuqing chuckled: "We just met once."
It turned out that he had only seen her once. The high priest breathed a sigh of relief. Twenty years had passed. Even if he had accidentally seen her that year, Feng Jiuqing would not have recognized her.
"I never thought that the Saint Girl and the Grand Master would have such a fate."
"fate?"
Feng Jiuqing's laughter turned cold, "That may not be the case. It may be a bad fate."
The high priest's heart skipped a beat. How could she not remember when she had offended this Grand Master? Could it be that the Grand Master was trying to cause trouble?
"Did the Saint ever offend the Grand Tutor? I apologize to the Grand Tutor on her behalf. I also ask the Grand Tutor to be lenient on the grounds that the Saint has been gone for twenty years."
"Hahaha!"
Feng Jiuqing laughed out loud, "Don't worry, I am not so petty as to bother with a "dead man"."
Feng Jiuqing pronounced the word "dead" particularly clearly. A hint of coldness flashed across the high priest's eyes, but he quickly returned to his usual attitude as if nothing had happened.
The words of the Grand Master just now were obviously meant to be pointed, but she was sure that the Grand Master would not know that she was the Saintess of Nanzhao back then. After all, the Grand Master was only in his twenties and less than thirty, and even if he had seen her back then, he probably would not remember it very clearly. Moreover, she was replacing her cousin's identity, and her cousin had never been to Dayue.
"Thank you, Master."
Feng Jiuqing still smiled and said, "Okay, okay."
Feng Jiuqing picked up the wine jug, stood up and slowly walked to the high priest, handed it over, and signaled the palace servant next to him to bring an empty wine glass to the high priest and fill it with wine.
"It's just a small matter, but I always hold grudges. But after all, it's the High Priest's honor, so I can't refuse. How about the High Priest just drink up this pot of wine, and I won't pursue it. How do you think?"
The high priest's mouth twitched. The amount of medicine in this pot of wine was enough to turn ten cows blue at the same time. If she drank it all, she would probably just drag someone to do something indecent on the spot.
The Grand Tutor had disappeared for almost half an hour just now. She didn't believe that the Grand Tutor didn't know what was in the pot of wine. She also blamed the useless Crown Prince. The wine that was spiked with something had been drunk by the Grand Tutor, so why didn't he take it away and keep it as a handle?
idiot!
But now the Grand Master was right in front of her. It was said that the Grand Master of Dai Viet did not even give face to the Emperor of Dai Viet, not to mention that she was only the High Priest of Nanzhao. It seemed that she really did not know how she had offended the Grand Master, so that the Grand Master still held a grudge against her twenty years later.
"Okay! Since the Grand Master is so magnanimous, I will respectfully obey your orders."
Feng Jiuqing looked at the high priest coldly as he finished the whole pot of wine, then chuckled and said, "As expected of the high priest of Nanzhao, you have a good alcohol tolerance. Since the high priest has fulfilled the agreement, I will not pursue it. Come on, serve the wine."
Soon a new pot of wine was brought to Feng Jiuqing. Feng Jiuqing walked slowly to Lu Yu. Lu Yu came to his senses and saw a hideous mask. His face turned pale with fright.
He is indeed a child who grew up in a honeypot. He hasn’t done anything yet, but he is so scared.
Feng Jiuqing picked up the wine pot and filled Lu Yu with wine, then poured himself a glass and said softly, "The journey to Nanzhao is long and the mountains are high, take care on your journey."
After saying this, Feng Jiuqing didn't care what Lu Yu was thinking. He picked up the wine glass and drank it all. Without stopping for a moment, he returned to his seat and sat down lazily.
Lu Yu blinked in confusion. The Grand Tutor didn't seem as bad as he looked. He had scolded the Grand Tutor many times before because Prime Minister Lu and the Grand Tutor were political enemies, but the Grand Tutor had never met him.
Now he was about to leave Dayue, but Lu Yu looked at Prime Minister Lu and his wife, who wished they could give their hearts to A He, and his elder brother, whose eyes were always on A He.
Unexpectedly, the only person who came to care about his departure was the Grand Tutor whom he had scolded many times.
Lu Yu's eyes were red. He suddenly felt that he had never seen the world clearly. He thought his parents and elder brother were just loved because he replaced others. As for him, no one really cared about him. They only cared about Princess Lanshu's youngest son, not him.
As for the people of Nanzhao, he had no idea why they came to take him back, but he didn't think it was a good thing. After all, the name of Nanzhao Holy Son didn't sound that easy, and he just wanted to be a little waste under the protection of his parents and brothers.