"Be careful."
The voice was gentle and clean, but it carried a tinge of alienation. Following the voice, a white shadow flitted across the air and, with a swoosh, grabbed Fuyao's hand, which had been subconsciously grabbing at the ground.
Fuyao's body was dangerously slanted, at a 45-degree angle to the rock beneath her feet. Not far below her was a pool of clear water. Her long hair hung on the surface of the water, and some of the longer strands swayed in the water. It was a teetering, yet beautiful posture.
Because her sleeves were pulled tight, her clothes were stuck to her body, revealing those exquisite and perfect curves. The robe below her willowy waist spread out like a dancing skirt. Even though she was wearing men's clothing, it couldn't hide the natural charm of her figure.
Many people by the stream could not help but stare at her. There was a moment of silence in the air.
In Qi Xunyi's group, the curtain of the carriage in the middle was suddenly lifted slightly. Pei Yuan, whose face was covered by a veil, looked at the body above the clear water with a gloomy expression. Her eyes revealed a sinister killing intent born of jealousy.
In the first carriage, a pair of bright eyes turned and let out a faint sound of "Huh?"
Fuyao herself did not realize that the tug had exposed her. She hurriedly used the belt that was wrapped around her to straighten her back and stand up. Only then did she have the time to look at the kind-hearted person who had lent her a helping hand.
The afternoon sun shone through the green shade, and the yellowish tips of the grass by the clear stream became more and more dazzling under the fine rays of sunlight. On the top of the grass was a gentle and distant man, elegant and slender, with clean eyebrows and eyes. His lips and eyes were a little lighter than ordinary people's. When he smiled, the golden wind of autumn seemed to suddenly turn into the spring breeze of cherry blossoms blooming and withering.
Because he had thrown out the belt, his robe was already loose, but it did not seem inelegant or unkempt. Instead, it made his originally distant temperament seem more natural and casual.
Meng Fuyao was taken aback. She wondered if she had been lucky with the ladies lately. Seeing so many outstanding men, she handed the belt over.
Just as she was about to say a few words of gratitude, the other party calmly smiled and softly said, "This belt is already a little dirty. Miss, just throw it away."
He nodded politely, turned around, and boarded the carriage behind Qi Xunyi. The carriage stopped on the other side to rest, leaving Meng Fuyao standing on the rock in a daze, clutching her belt.
This belt was clearly brand new, okay? It was so white that even tofu would die of shame if it saw it, and he actually said it was dirty?
This person's personality was really strange. You could say that he was aloof and disdainful, but he was polite and considerate, gentle and modest, and would give you a reason that would not hurt your self-esteem if you didn't want the belt. You could say that he was easy-going, but he clearly didn't look like he was easy to talk to. Even the belt that he had grabbed was immediately thrown away like it was a worn out shoe.
She stared blankly for a moment before wiping her hands with the belt. 'That guy doesn't want it anymore!'
After wiping it, he took a closer look and realized that it was a belt made of natural silk mixed with platinum silk. In the middle, it was decorated with mutton fat jade of the same color. It was expensive and low-key, just like him.
Meng Fuyao thought about it and put the belt in her bosom.
Yuan Zhaoxu, who had been hiding at the side, suddenly appeared out of nowhere. He looked at her strangely as she stuffed the man's private item into her bosom. After a while, he asked, "What are you keeping this for?"
"It's very valuable," she answered matter-of-factly. "I'll keep it so that I can exchange it for my living expenses when I run out of clothes and food."
Yuan Zhaoxu frowned slightly. "It's not worth much, so don't take it. I'll give you money if you need it."
"Are you trying to trick me?" Meng Fuyao pouted. "Do you think I can't see the value of this jade? Also, I'm a lady with a backbone, and I don't accept charity. "
Yuan Zhaoxu glanced at her and smiled faintly. "Yes, you don't accept charity, so you pick up trash that people don't want."
"You!" Meng Fuyao was exasperated. She turned to see Yuan Bao poking his head out of Yuan Zhaoxu's bosom. It seemed that he was very happy that she had been humiliated, as he was squeaking non-stop. In a rage, she used the One Finger Flick, causing Yuan Bao to squeal and open his mouth to bite.
Meng Fuyao had long since escaped with a laugh.
After a few steps, she turned a corner and found herself in the shade of a tree. Not far ahead was Qi Xunyi's team. Meng Fuyao was about to retreat when she heard someone call out, "Hey, you."
She turned around and saw that it was the servant who had pushed her and almost caused her to fall into the water. Meng Fuyao didn't want to argue with him, but the servant's eyes lit up when he saw her. "Hey, you, come over here."
Meng Fuyao was startled. She squinted at him. "You're calling me?"
"Yes, you," the servant said bluntly. "Our princess doesn't have enough people to serve her. Come and help."
He looked at Meng Fuyao's expression and said impatiently, "I won't be using you for free." He took out a string of copper coins from his sleeve and threw it on the ground. "Here, 100 copper coins. It's enough for you to eat at the Yan Jing Broth Shop for half a month."
Meng Fuyao lowered her head and looked at the coins by her feet. After a while, she smiled and picked them up, even blowing away the dust on them.
The servant looked pleased with himself and handed her a copper basin. "Go fetch some water from the stream. I want water from upstream. Bring it over and order some rose juice and hibiscus dew from Sister Jinyan next to the second carriage. Mix them and send them into the carriage. Remember, don't let your dirty hands touch the water. Alright, that's all. I'll help Her Highness change her clothes."
He stuffed the basin into Meng Fuyao's hands with a face full of joy as if he had found a scapegoat. Meng Fuyao didn't need to think to know that Pei Yuan must have been in a bad mood after her disfigurement. She had always been domineering, so her servants must have suffered even more. If not, why would they have been willing to pay for servants to serve them?
The servant handed the basin over. Seeing that Meng Fuyao didn't take it immediately, he shook it impatiently. "Hey, are you stupid?"
Meng Fuyao raised her eyebrows and looked at the basin. Suddenly, she laughed and slowly reached into her sleeve.
The servant frowned and scolded, "Idiot …"
He stopped abruptly and his eyes slowly widened.
In front of him, Meng Fuyao was holding a golden leaf in her palm. It was of excellent quality, no less than two taels.
According to the Taiyuan currency system, one tael of gold could be exchanged for twenty taels of silver, and one tael of silver could be exchanged for a thousand wen. One tael of gold could not be earned even if he worked in the Qi King's Residence for three years.
The servant sucked in a breath of cold air, stunned.
Meng Fuyao waved the golden leaf in front of the servant and smiled warmly. "Do you recognize this?"
The servant stared at the golden leaf, his face alternating between green and white. "It's gold …"
Meng Fuyao smiled. "Yes, this is two taels of gold. It's enough for you to go to the best Heavenly Fragrance Restaurant in the capital and have a feast for a whole month."
She smiled and suddenly loosened her fingers, letting the golden leaf fall to the ground.
The servant instinctively squatted down to pick it up, but Meng Fuyao stepped on it and stepped on it.
Bending down, she pushed the copper basin into the hands of the servant, who was looking at her in a daze. "Please fetch some water from the stream, water from upstream. Bring it here and order some rose juice and hibiscus dew from Sister Jinyan, who's next to the second carriage. Mix it up and give it to me. Remember, don't touch the water with your dirty hands. Alright, that's all.
She moved the basin closer to the servant, whose face had turned completely black. She shook the basin in the exact same way and smiled. "Hey, are you stupid?"
The tip of her foot loosened slightly, and the golden leaf shone in the dust, tempting his greedy gaze.
The servant's hand trembled, and he gritted his teeth. Suddenly, he took the basin and strode towards the stream.
Meng Fuyao stood still and raised her eyebrows. After a while, she said in a low voice, "What a pity …"
With a flick of her foot, the golden leaf flew into her palm. Unhurriedly, she put it into her bosom and shook her head gently. "If you had the guts to reject me, I might have really given this to you. But now … you don't deserve it."
She shook her fingertips, and the string of copper coins hanging on her fingertips, which was enough to feed a cheap stew shop for half a month, flew up and landed on the spot where the golden leaf had fallen.
"I'll return it to you. Go eat your meat stew. I forgot to tell you why the meat stew shop in Beijing is so cheap. I heard that it's rat meat."
She laughed heartily and turned to leave. Her light footsteps soon disappeared behind the shady trees, like a refreshing breeze sweeping past in an instant.
At the place where her figure disappeared, the grass and trees were silent and the surroundings were silent.
After a while, a faint shadow suddenly appeared from behind the trees. It was a man in clean white robes with cherry red lips.
With his hands behind his back, he looked in the direction of Meng Fuyao. With a calm expression, he suddenly said softly, "I'm sorry to have wronged you."
His words were out of the blue, but someone immediately responded.
"I'll do anything for you, Young Master, not to mention being wronged."
That person lowered his head and bowed, a copper basin glistening beneath his feet. It was the snobbish servant from before.
But now, his expression was calm and his temperament was calm. There was no trace of the snobbish attitude from before.
After a moment of silence, the man in white asked, "How is it?"
The servant thought for a while. "Young Master, when I knocked her into the river, did you not feel anything when you pulled your sleeve?"
"Yes." The man in white raised his head, his expression deep in thought. "The angle and strength of the wound on Pei Yuan's face indicate that the technique she used is extraordinary. Even though she hid it well, I still felt something when I pulled her sleeve."
"But," he smiled faintly, "I've finally confirmed that she's not one of Qi Xunyi's people."
"Why?"
"Does Qi Xunyi's subordinate deserve someone like her?" The man in white let out a long sigh, his voice carrying a hint of amusement.
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