Seeing that things were about to get out of hand, Zhang Shucheng shouted loudly, "Stop!"
He quickly stepped in between the two to smooth things over, pushing Mo Shengtu away from the Lady Boss's side. At the same time, he reached out his hand to press down the spearhead in Miao Yi's hand, "We are all on the same side, don't let such a small matter interfere with proper business."
He then turned to the Lady Boss and smiled, "Lady Boss, please calm your anger. I don't have any other intentions, I just want to borrow your cooking utensils to boil some tea."
The Lady Boss calmly said, "There's no need to trouble an escort to personally handle such a small matter. Cook, quickly help the escorts brew some hot tea."
"Aye!" The cook responded, but who knew that Zhang Shucheng would extend his hand to stop him, "My brother has offended you just now, we haven't even had the time to apologize, how would we dare to trouble you again." As he said this, he pushed Mo Shengtu, "Hurry up and go fetch some water."
Mo Shengtu suppressed the haze on his face, a stern look flashed through his eyes. With a muffled voice, he picked up the bucket of water from the ground, and strode out of the shaky hall.
On the other hand, Zhang Shucheng retrieved the pot, and conveniently dragged Miao Yi back with him, setting the pot on top of the fire.
The Lady Boss noticed the peculiar look in Mo Shengtu's eyes, and immediately put on a look of someone who had seen many storms while soliciting customers, as if she didn't take what had just happened to heart. She stretched her charming waist, and smiled at her subordinates, "Everyone, pack up and go to bed early! We still have to continue our journey early tomorrow morning. "
As she spoke, she inadvertently glanced at the cook, raising her eyebrows. The cook understood and blinked his eyelids.
They all agreed, and immediately began to pack up their things. The cook, on the other hand, took off his clothes that were drenched when he went out to wash the dishes, and pretended to go to the back hall to wring out the water.
The Lady Boss swayed her soft waist as she lay back down on the bed. That scene was so alluring that even Zhang Shucheng couldn't help but stare. It was a pity that the Confucian scholar immediately went over to cover the pink gauze curtain, covering up the alluring spring scene, but adding a bit of reverie to his imagination.
Outside the hall, beside the ancient well between two ancient pagoda trees, Mo Shengtu fetched a bucket of water. After looking around, he quickly took out a small porcelain bottle from his sleeve, opened it, and poured out a white powder into the bucket. The small porcelain bottle was put away, and a red pill was placed into his mouth, before he carried the bucket of water and hurriedly went back.
And on the roof of the grand hall, the cook had appeared out of nowhere, braving the wind and rain. He saw Mo Shengtu of his actions, and quickly left.
Mo Shengtu returned to the grand hall, and poured the water from the bucket into the iron pot. To to to of of of of of of the pot. the pot, the pot. the pot
The cook had also returned to the Grand Hall. Picking up the bowls and plates on the floor, he took the opportunity to pinch some of the ashes on the floor. When he turned around with his back facing Miao Yi and the others, he faced the Fragrant Imperial Consort's couch and scattered the ashes in his hands into the bowls, indicating Mo Shengtu's actions outside just now.
Yi, the Mo. Lady, the., and Time, and of Master of the others, of the others. the. the the Fang. the Boss, Sh. Everyone, time, and, time.
Understanding tacitly, they continued to tidy up their own things.
Outside the grand hall, the ancient pagoda trees in the courtyard whistled in the wind and rain.
It was quiet inside the grand hall. Under the flickering light of the fire, the lofty Buddha statue sitting high in the middle of the lotus pedestal was dim and gloomy. On both sides, old and damaged Arhats and Bodhisattvas were of all shapes and sizes. The projections on the walls were sometimes long, sometimes short, sometimes thin, and sometimes strong, changing unpredictably like demons and ghosts.
The sound of boiling water could be heard in the iron pot on the fire rack. Mo Shengtu took out a jar from his luggage, opened it, and grabbed a handful of tea leaves, scattering them into the boiling iron pot.
Zhang Shucheng took the opportunity to secretly put a red pill into his mouth.
Not long after, the fragrance of tea wafted from the iron pot. Zhang Shucheng removed the big fire from the fire below, leaving a small one to keep it warm. He took three bowls and scooped up the hot tea.
At this moment, the cook and the confucian scholar came running over with a bowl. The confucian scholar bowed and asked with a smile, "Can I ask for a cup of hot tea to drink?"
Zhang Shucheng and Mo Shengtu glanced at each other. The former smiled and extended his hand towards the tea pot. "Don't be shy, feel free to use it!"
"Thank you!" The two of them thanked him profusely.
The cook inadvertently stood in front of Miao Yi, swaying back and forth to fetch the tea.
Miao Yi's gaze fell on the cook's back and was stunned. On the back of the cook's clothes that had yet to dry, there were actually five words written in charcoal: There's something in the tea!
Miao Yi raised his eyebrows slightly, glancing at the tea pot on the fire. He picked up the silver spear at the side, lifted up a corner of his clothes, and slowly wiped the spearhead, wiping it very hard.
The cook and the confucian scholar both scooped up a bowl of hot tea and bowed in thanks. When the two of them turned around, the confucian scholar seemed to have inadvertently blocked the cook's back as he returned.
The two of them looked as though the tea was very hot, and quickly ran back while sighing. Who knew that just as they returned to their own fire, the two of them would accidentally bump into each other.
'Crash!' The two porcelain bowls filled with hot tea accidentally shattered on the ground.
The two of them looked at each other in dismay. Miao Yi, who was wiping the spearhead, glanced at them.
On the other side, Zhang Shucheng smiled and said, "There's still half a pot of tea, the three of us can't finish it. If you want to drink, just come and get it. You're welcome."
He then shoved two more bowls of tea into Mo Shengtu's hands, and gave him a light shove. "You were in the wrong just now, hurry and apologize to Brother Miao."
Mo Shengtu understood tacitly, and took the tea into his hands. He walked to Miao Yi's side, and squeezed out a sincere expression. "Brother Miao, I was blinded by greed just now. If I have offended you in any way, please forgive me. After drinking this bowl of tea, how about we let bygones be bygones?"
Miao Yi, who was wiping his spear, stood up, and looked at him quietly.
"I was in the wrong just now." Mo Shengtu said sincerely, and once again placed a bowl of tea in front of Miao Yi, asking him to accept it. He really did look like he was sincerely apologizing.
Miao Yi didn't accept it, and looked towards Zhang Shucheng, asking, "I was also in the wrong just now. Isn't Brother Mo being too courteous? How can I accept it?"
Zhang Shucheng, who was holding a cup of tea in his hands, was immediately lured over, and acted as the middleman, saying, "No matter who is in the right and who is in the wrong, once we drink this bowl of tea, we can forget about our grudges and let bygones be bygones!"
"If that's the case, then Miao Yi will gladly accept!" Miao Yi extended his hand to take the tea from Mo Shengtu's hands, and raised his bowl towards the two of them, saying, "Let's drink together!"
"Let's drink together!" The two of them smiled and nodded.
The three of them clinked their teacups, and smiled at each other. They lifted their teacups to their mouths, and lifted their heads to drink.
On the other side, the confucian scholar and the cook looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt, as though saying, 'Did I not see the hint just now?'
Who knew that the sudden change would happen in an instant, causing the confucian scholar and the cook to instantly widen their eyes!
Puff!
Taking advantage of the moment when Mo Shengtu and Zhang Shucheng's faces were blocked by their tea bowls, the silvery spearhead in Miao Yi's hand flashed, and pierced into Mo Shengtu's heart with lightning speed.
Without waiting for Mo Shengtu to scream, the bloodied spearhead protruding from his back furiously swept towards Zhang Shucheng beside him.
Zhang Shucheng, who sensed that something was wrong, quickly dodged, but it was already too late.
One of his arms instantly detached from his body, and the bloodied spearhead swept towards his armpit.
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
