Huangxiu

Chapter 51 Response
It was not yet time for dinner, but there were already quite a few people in Qiyun Building.

The first floor is the busiest.

Many people who had nothing to do after dinner would stay and order a pot of tea, two or three servings of fruits, and four or five servings of snacks. They would drink tea, eat snacks, and chat.

We chatted for half a day and then went home after having our next meal.

Such are the boring days of these rich and idle people.

Chu Zhiyuan and the other two went straight up to the second floor. Someone saw the crane-shaped badge on Chu Zhiyuan's waist and his face changed slightly.

There were many retired officials who had leisure time to drink tea and chat in Qiyun Tower. They recognized the badge on his waist at a glance.

Then I knew he was the prince's son.

Even if he didn't recognize Chu Zhiyuan, the prince of Qing, he knew he couldn't afford to offend him.

Chu Zhiyuan came to a square table by the window.

Zou Fang knew his habits and preferences, so she walked forward and opened the window.

The bright sunshine and the cool air poured in together, and the warmth and coolness mixed together, refreshing people.

Chu Zhiyuan sat down: "Pen and ink."

Guo Chi went to the side to find the shopkeeper and quickly got writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone.

Zou Fang stood by the window and ground ink against the wall.

Chu Zhiyuan looked relaxed, looking at the scenery outside with boredom.

There are all kinds of shops and stalls on both sides of the street. The white jade-like ground has been swept clean, and the boots of most people passing by are clean.

There are always people sweeping the streets busy, sweeping over and over again, as if they will never stop.

There were also city patrol guards and military officers mixed in with the crowd.

The people in the crowd looked relaxed, even a little bored, as if they were worrying about how to pass the time and have fun.

Chu Zhiyuan admired this magnificent scenery and felt the prosperity and bustle.

Zou Fang ground the ink and handed a purple brush to Chu Zhiyuan with both hands.

Chu Zhiyuan looked at the street outside the window, while his right hand moved swiftly as he wrote two letters.

Zou Fang took the pen with both hands, blew the two letters dry, and folded them into the envelope.

Chu Zhiyuan took a sip of tea and whispered to Guo Chi: "Ask the waiter to deliver a letter. One letter to Huang Shirong, the head of the Huang Hall, and one letter to Old Feng in the mansion."

"Yes."

Guo Chi slid out gracefully.

……

Huang Shirong was walking in the bustling crowd, with two girls in white following her.

The two women were dressed in fluttering white clothes, and they exuded an invisible force to push away the people around them. They looked at Huang Shirong who swam as easily as a fish, and were very envious.

Huang Shirong was wearing an apricot-yellow silk gown, which mostly concealed her graceful figure. However, her graceful gait could not conceal her elegant and graceful demeanor.

A beautiful round-faced girl in white said, "Senior Sister, there are more and more masters trying to get into the inner city. Should we restrict them in advance?"

Another beautiful girl with a melon-seed face and white clothes said, "If there are restrictions, isn't that a sign of weakness?"

"If you are weak, then show weakness. Just don't let anything happen."

"If you show weakness, it's more likely to cause trouble."

"We can't just watch them increase in number. If they cause trouble, it will be a big mess. I don't know how many innocent people will be implicated!"

"..."

"Special treatment is given during special periods. It's not like restrictions are imposed all day long. We will resume after the Dazhen envoys leave."

"I still need to think about it..."

"Alright." Huang Shirong interrupted the two women's argument: "These are not your concerns. What you need to do is to pay more attention and observe more to see who is here and whether any of those guys listed in the arrest warrants have sneaked in!"

"Yes." The two girls agreed obediently.

"If you want to shut other people up, you can only do so by performing meritorious deeds in your current position, instead of worrying about the upper echelons' affairs." Huang Shirong said softly, "Don't look up, look down!"

"Yes, senior sister." The two girls responded obediently.

"You two... If you weren't my junior sisters, I wouldn't bother saying these things!"

"Sister!" The beautiful round-faced girl in white laughed, "We know that you have good intentions and are giving us careful guidance."

Huang Shirong said: "Think more before you act, Zhenwu Division is not our Baiyun Sword Palace!"

The pretty girl with an oval face smiled and said, "Sister, we will only say this in front of you. We will never say a word more in front of others."

Huang Shirong snorted: "I can't always be with you. There will always be a time when you have to stand alone."

The two girls' eyes suddenly lit up, and they widened their eyes in surprise: "Senior Sister, are you going to be promoted?"

Huang Shirong waved her hands.

At this moment, a young man in gray clothes squeezed out from the crowd, came forward respectfully, bowed and saluted: "I greet Master Huang."

Huang Shirong stopped and looked at him, then asked calmly, "Who are you...?"

"I am a waiter at Qiyun Tower, and I am here to deliver a letter to Hall Master Huang on the orders of the noble."

He carefully took out the letter from his arms, held it forward with both hands, lowered his head and dared not look at the three women any longer.

In his eyes, the three women were like fairies standing on the clouds. Looking at them made him feel ashamed and he dared not look at them any longer.

The beautiful round-faced girl in white was quick to react. She stepped forward, took the letter, flipped it over and over, and asked, "Which nobleman?"

"The noble man said that you will know after reading the letter."

"Qianqian, let me see it." Huang Shirong said. The beautiful round-faced girl Wen Qianqian stepped back to Huang Shirong's side, presented the letter with both hands, and smiled, "Who is it, Senior Sister?"

Huang Shirong's face darkened as soon as she saw the words on the letter. She looked solemnly at the gray-clothed servant and asked in a deep voice, "How is this noble man now?"

"The noble is resting in Qiyun Tower."

"Besides this, who else is there?"

"…There are only the noble's attendants, and it seems that there is no one else."

Huang Shirong nodded, took out the plain paper and glanced at it quickly.

The pretty girl with an oval face took out a small piece of silver from her sleeves and gently threw it to the gray-clothed servant: "Thank you, little brother."

The servant caught it skillfully, then looked struggling.

I wanted to return it, but I couldn't bear to do so. I was conflicted and hesitated, and was frozen for a moment.

Huang Shirong waved her hand.

The pretty girl with an oval face smiled and said, "Young man, go back first."

The young servant took a deep breath, clenched the silver tightly, clasped his fists and bowed deeply again, then turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"Senior sister, who is it?"

"Junior Sister Wen, go find Senior Brother Hu Chunlai...Junior Sister Xu, go find Senior Brother Zheng Lang, and have them go to the middle of Xinghua Alley within half an hour to hide and protect the Prince of Qing...They all recognize the Prince of Qing, so have them follow his orders."

"Sister..."

"Go!"

"……Yes."

The two women had no choice but to accept the order.

"By the way, don't follow them."

"What about you, senior sister?"

"Across from Xinghua Hutong is Baosheng Tower. Let's meet up there."

"okay!"

The two women turned around and dived into the crowd, and the white figure disappeared in the blink of an eye.

……

Chu Zhiyuan finished his meal and stood up slowly: "Let's go."

Most of the dishes on the table were eaten by Guo Chi.

Zou Fang ate quickly and elegantly and finished his meal ahead of time.

The three of them went downstairs, talking as they walked out.

"Let's take a shortcut to Xinghua Alley. There are too many people and it's too noisy here."

"Yes." The four palace guards who surrounded them responded in a deep voice.

They stood in four directions and pushed aside the crowd to make room for Chu Zhiyuan to stroll leisurely, slowly moving forward, and then turning left into an alley.

It is Xinghua Lane.

This apricot blossom alley has many twists and turns, and when it turns to the third turn, Chu Zhiyuan suddenly stops.

The alley is so narrow that only two people can walk side by side, and carriages cannot pass through.

There is no way to siege a place like this.

Zou Fang and Guo Chi protected Chu Zhiyuan in the middle, one in front and one behind.

From what Super Sense saw, the two masters of Zhenwu Division were already clinging to the walls of the courtyards on both sides of the alley, ready to climb into the alley at any time.

The three middle-aged men who had been following him about fifty or sixty meters away were all masters.

They all had dull expressions and dark faces, and were obviously wearing masks.

Yuding Sect’s revenge?

But they didn’t have the Yuding Sect’s small jade tripod on them.

It may be to conceal his identity.

But hiding one's identity does not fit in with the Jade Tripod Clan's arrogance.

More importantly, they had no murderous intent.

It's really weird.

……

Chu Zhiyuan stopped thinking and also stopped walking.

Everyone hurriedly followed him and stopped.

Chu Zhiyuan said: "Manager Feng."

Feng Xi came from the other end of the alley, whistling in the cold wind, and came in front of Chu Zhiyuan. She clasped her fists with a cold expression and said, "My Lord, am I not late?"

Chu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "You came just in time."

Feng Xi arrived, and he also had three masters on his side, which was enough to hold off the enemy one against one.

"Mr. Hu, Mr. Zheng, let's surround them from behind." Chu Zhiyuan said loudly.

The position where he stopped just allowed the three masters following him to pass by the two masters of Zhenwu Division.

(End of this chapter)