C17 Humility 'what Is That Thing?

Surprisingly, Xiao Yue thought that her Prime Minister father would find out about this matter, but after waiting for a whole day, no one came back. She couldn't help but admire the Xie family's thoughts, as expected, they were calm and meticulous, no wonder Xiao Yue's mother was no match for her.

However, unfortunately, she coincidentally bumped into her. No matter how capable she was, she still had to obediently accept it.

After staying in the mansion for the past few days, Xiao Yue had been rather bored. Now that no one had come to cause trouble for her, she was not used to it. This made her wonder if she was used to being tortured.

Bored and bored, she went to the place where she had left Xiao Yue's mother's remains. Although the old zither had dropped a lot of dust, its luster was extremely good. She could not help but play with it.

He didn't think that this seemingly ordinary and broken guqin would have such good sound. Just as he picked up the dusty guqin and was about to turn around, he thought of the music books and took them with him.

"Bai Zhi, go outside and ask your master to repair this damaged part of the zither. Be quick about it."

Xiao Yue handed the guqin to Bai Zhi, who was still beaming red. Bai Zhi looked at her strangely without moving for a long time.

"What is it? Is there something on my face? "

Bai Zhi froze for a moment before saying, "No, it's just, Miss, you're not thinking of playing the zither, are you?"

This time, it was Feng Yue's turn to be weird. She just wanted to play the zither, so what about it? Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly thought of something. Could it be that Xiao Yue from before?

"Miss, I'm in the mood now. I just want to train. Go quickly."

With that, he didn't give her the chance to question him. He directly stuffed the zither into her arms, turned around, and walked towards the lounge under the tree to take a breather. Bai Zhi held the zither and looked at her from afar. The tree's shadow left mottled spots on her face. The curled corners of her lips made her feel a bit absent-minded, as if her young miss was becoming more and more beautiful.

With the zither in hand, he didn't waste any more time. He turned around and walked towards the entrance of the courtyard, disappearing from Xiao Yue's sight. Under the tree, she was leisurely resting with her legs crossed.

A light and normal wind woke her up. She opened her eyes and saw that the figure on the tree was curled up one leg, while the other was swaying leisurely.

The corners of his mouth curled up, and his eyes behind the mask were full of smiles. For some reason, he looked like he deserved a beating.

"Come down for a cup of cold tea!"

Following which, a cup accurately struck at his mask, but stopped an inch away. The masked man lightly dropped the cup and impolitely sat on the edge of her reclining chair.

He watched silently until he had drunk his fill. Then he said, "To think that you can be so carefree living in such a desolate place, how can you be so free? Why don't you go out today?" As he played with the cup, he casted a sidelong glance at her. He saw that she was slightly dozing off. The shadow under her eyelashes made him want to look at those blurry eyes even more.

"Even if I'm pretty, you don't need to look at me like that, do you?"

She opened her eyes. It really was the illusion that she had imagined. It was hazy, as if no one could tell what she was thinking.

He smiled. "You're not modest at all!" As he spoke, he placed the cup on top of the stone table, picked up the teapot and prepared to add another cup to his own.

Xiao Yue raised her eyebrows and said, "Modesty?" What is that? "How do you know?!" With that, she began to ponder, as if she really didn't understand. Little did he know that the hand of the person pouring the tea began to tremble at her words. Without saying a word, he wiped off the water droplet that overflowed his body and drank it all in one gulp.

He sighed and said, "I really don't know if the current Crown Prince would marry an interesting girl like you, but marry that vase instead. It's really puzzling."

"Do you think anyone can marry me? Even if he wants to marry, this young miss will not! "

It wasn't surprising that Lu Li was so clear about his own affairs. After all, it wasn't a secret. she said contemptuously, remembering the insult of that day when she had spoken of the crown prince and one day she would cleanse her shame with his blood.

The killing intent that flashed through his eyes didn't escape the masked man's sight. He was a bit curious. The girl in front of him was like a mystery and he couldn't help but want to explore her.

It was because he really couldn't think of any reason why a young miss who was raised in a room, even if she wasn't favoured, would understand those strange killing moves. Furthermore, her movements were more like an exercise that had been practiced countless times, smooth, familiar, ruthless, and cold-blooded.

"I don't think you came here today just to drink a few cups of my tea? If you have anything to say, just say it. " Once again, she closed her eyes. The surroundings were very quiet. Only a warm breeze could be felt blowing, dispersing a strand of hair in front of her forehead and blowing it towards her ears.

He suddenly wanted to smooth out that strand of hair until he stretched out his hand. He suddenly felt that he had done something else, so he composed himself and unnaturally said, "This is for you. It works wonders when you apply it to those scars of yours." After saying that, without waiting for Yingyue's reaction, he flew past her like a gust of wind.

Before he left, he shot a small stone in a direction before disappearing.

Yueyue took the blue porcelain bottle with gold inlay. She could read the words on it and they were called Muscle Cream. Seeing how gorgeous the packaging was, she guessed the items inside must be worth a lot! When did this fellow become so generous? Could it be that he wanted to make up for the loss of so much money and his conscience? she thought strangely.

The masked man did not know why he had given her this item, but the last time he had seen that fair white body covered with scars from years of accumulation, he had only felt that this woman should not have those wounds on her body. That was why he had given this item to her this time to find out about her background.

It was absolutely impossible for him to repay her for her kind intentions, because he was famous for being a rich man who would make money.

At night, when Yingyue had washed her body, she sat in front of the mirror and applied the white flesh paste. A wave of coldness hit her, making her feel much better on this hot night. It was indeed worthy of being called a good item. It was even better than an air-conditioner.

In the Chen-Xing Hall in the royal palace, the Concubine Ye listened to the man's report and dismissed him. She frowned as she thought about it, but there was nothing she could do at the moment.

"Who could it be?" It surprised him, she thought, to be caught without even seeing him. Although the person she had sent wasn't a first-rate expert, he was still a mid-tier expert. How could he be restrained without any ability to resist? Just who was it!

The night swallowed up the entire land, leaving only the sound of the wind in the air.