coobybook Chapter 58 is probably a trap.
Chapter 58 is probably a trap.
She stopped, turned around, walked to Su Fengling's side, stood on tiptoe, and covered his mouth with her hand: "Shut up!"
He lightly kissed her palm, then took her hand and placed it on his face.
His eyes were filled with a mad tenderness as he gazed at her, his voice soft: "What my brother said is all true."
Zhongli Yueluo awkwardly withdrew her hand; who cared whether he was healthy or not?
Her limbs began to move somewhat unnaturally.
Yan Ruoyu and Su Fengjun walked to a pavilion, sat down, and waved their hands. Hot tea and two plates of pastries appeared on the table.
Su Fengjun's perpetually cold expression showed no sign of softening at this moment.
He doesn't beat around the bush; he gets straight to the point.
"Young Master Yan, I have a question for you, and I hope you will answer truthfully."
"Young Master Feng, please speak." Xuan Gu Shan closed his fan and assumed a proper sitting posture, unlike his usual nonchalant demeanor.
"Is your purpose in coming to West Demon Mountain also to gain the princess's assistance in order to improve the border issues between our two races?"
"If that's the question you're asking, then I have a question for you too. Please answer me first: can you believe everything I say?"
"I believe."
Yan Ruoyu smiled slightly, tapping her fingers lightly on the table before picking up a cup of tea.
"I always thought it was your Wind Spirit Ghost Clan that was provoking my Zhen Clan's border, which is why the conflict occurred."
Su Fengjun clenched his fist; they had indeed not conducted an on-site investigation.
I don't know who to blame for this mistake.
“That’s what we thought too.” He clasped his hands together and placed them on the table.
Finally, they looked at each other, as if they saw the answer in each other's eyes.
They all uttered the same phrase in unison: "Ghost Sorrow Abyss!"
Then, a rare smile appeared on Su Fengjun's face, and he picked up his teacup.
"Young Master Yan, if that's the case, then the many misunderstandings between our two clans can be resolved, right?"
"Yes, thanks to the princess's marriage selection, we have learned more about the truth. It is likely that Gui Chouyuan is not the only one involved; there is another person behind the scenes."
"We also found other cases mixed in with this."
"But many large clans seem to be involved, and their relationships are so complex that they may be difficult to deal with."
Both of them frowned, each lost in their own thoughts.
Yan Ruoyu had many things on her mind, but she couldn't tell Su Fengjun. After all, there were some secrets that they shouldn't know right now.
“What Young Master Feng says is true, but if you need the help of the Zhen Clan, I will definitely do my best to assist you.”
Su Fengjun cupped his hands in greeting. He also had many secrets in his heart and didn't know whether he should tell the man in front of him.
For example, Zhongli Yueluo's mother was involved in their Wind Spirit Ghost Clan's affairs.
Zhongli Yueluo was walking ahead, while Su Fengling was chasing after her.
They were still saying some shameless things, which made her feel both ashamed and angry. Finally, she saw the two of them in the pavilion.
She didn't want to face Su Fengling alone anymore, so she quickened her pace and headed into the pavilion.
She saw the two of them from afar, and they seemed to be chatting and laughing. She had never seen Su Fengjun smile before!
I don't know what they were talking about, but they seemed to be having a great time. However, given their personalities, it's unlikely they were discussing trivial matters.
They were all talking about major events that could change the world in the blink of an eye.
She walked in a few steps, looked at the two of them, and there was still some resentment in her eyes.
She sat down unceremoniously on the stool next to the two of them, casually picked up some pastries from the table, and stuffed them into her mouth.
"You guys continue?"
As if by prior arrangement, the two of them shut their mouths and changed their expressions.
So, Su Fengjun just doesn't like to smile at her, right?
Su Fengling stood with his hands on Zhongli Yueluo's shoulders, turning his head to look at Su Fengjun.
"Brother, are you done talking?"
Su Fengjun nodded, a rare tenderness appearing in his eyes.
At least he understood that the powerful young lord of the Zheng clan was not their enemy, which made him feel slightly relieved.
Su Fengling secretly hoped that his brother would fight Yan Ruoyu.
Unexpectedly, the two were so peaceful, it seems that the matter really had nothing to do with their Zheng clan.
He snorted coldly and wrapped his arms around Zhongli Yueluo's neck.
She instinctively shrank back, truly afraid that he would suddenly put his arm around her throat again.
He bent down and rested his head on her shoulder, but Zhongli Yueluo turned her head away in disgust.
Su Fengjun glanced at Su Fengling, then let go of his hand, pouted, and sat down next to his brother.
But her gaze remained fixed on Zhongli Yueluo.
The four of them remained silent for a while, and no one spoke first.
The servants brought their breakfast to the pavilion, and they ate in complete silence.
It wasn't until He Yuhuan woke up in Ruoyu Courtyard, somewhat dazed, that she walked out and sensed Zhongli Yueluo's presence to find this place.
Seeing them eating breakfast made me unhappy.
With his hands on his hips, he stood in the hallway and shouted, "Master, you didn't even call me for dinner!"
When Zhongli Yueluo heard He Yuhuan's voice, her eyes lit up. Finally, someone had broken the awkward atmosphere.
She turned her head and smiled happily, revealing her dimples and tiger teeth: "Yu Huan, come here quickly."
When He Yuhuan saw Zhongli Yueluo smiling so happily, the anger she felt from just waking up and not having any food immediately subsided.
He bared his sharp teeth and squinted as he ran toward her.
"Master." He ran over only to find that there was no room next to her.
Su Fengling was sitting on the left, and Yan Ruoyu was sitting on the right.
Su Fengling exuded a strong possessiveness that made her uncomfortable.
She nudged him with her elbow, crossed her arms over her chest, and said in a spoiled tone, "Go sit over there!"
Su Fengling raised an eyebrow, also somewhat displeased: "Why should I!"
"I want to sit next to the master, you're blocking my way!" she said, hands on her hips, with an air of self-righteousness.
There was a perceptive servant who, seeing that the atmosphere was at a stalemate, brought out a small round stool and placed it next to Zhongli Yueluo.
He Yuhuan then stopped, not even using chopsticks, but directly using her fingernails to pick up a cake and put it in her mouth, shivering with delight at the delicious taste.
Seeing that no one was moving, she blinked and slowed down her movements.
Finally, he obediently took the spoon and put the porridge into his mouth.
Perhaps because her nails were a bit long and it was inconvenient, Zhongli Yueluo gave her other meat buns.
She turned her head and snorted coldly, giving Su Fengling a provocative smile.
Su Fengling continued to challenge her, holding the bowl and extending it to Zhongli Yueluo.
She sighed softly and served the food to the three of them one by one.
Su Fengling shook his bowl proudly, while He Yuhuan pouted and ate her meal by herself.
Yan Ruoyu smiled, while Su Fengjun remained indifferent, thinking his younger brother was really childish.
But before they had finished eating, Taoxia somehow found them.
He spoke respectfully outside: "Princess, the Queen requests your presence. She says she wants to discuss some details of the lantern festival with you."
Zhongli Yuelu sneered inwardly. If someone wanted to discuss something with her, it was probably another trap!