Chapter Thirty-Three
The person behind her was too close to Bo Chi, and Bo Chi didn’t even think deeply about how Yu Zhao appeared behind her silently. She was directly scared, her hair standing on end, and she jumped away screaming: “You, you, you, don’t blow on me!”
Yu Zhao always unconsciously curled her lips when facing her, and this time was no exception. She smiled and looked at the bouquet in her arms: “For me?”
Bo Chi failed to scare her and was scared instead, quite losing face, she said fiercely: “No!”
Yu Zhao walked up to her, raised her hand to touch the delicate flowers, but her gaze always fell on her face, and said softly: “But I like this bouquet very much… I want it.”
Her eyes were long and narrow, her eyes slightly darkened, and her slow words added a bit of seduction because of her smile. Bo Chi’s ears turned red, and she hurriedly pushed the flowers into her arms, and said gruffly: “Okay, okay, okay, it’s for you.”
“Thank you, Chi’er.” Yu Zhao’s smile deepened as she took the flowers. When she turned to put them in a vase by the window, a faint white powder sprinkled silently from her long sleeves.
The powder fell on the pink and white petals, completely inconspicuous.
Bo Chi didn’t notice, followed her to the small window, and invited Yu Zhao to play chess together.
They admired the flowers, played chess, tasted fragrant tea, and chatted and laughed until evening.
According to the usual habit, Bo Chi should get up and go back to her own room at this time.
But for some reason, she was very sleepy today. Before she could say goodbye, she closed her eyes in a daze.
Yu Zhao, who was sitting opposite her, remained calm, calmly put down the chess pieces, surrounded Bo Chi’s white pieces into a dead end, then leisurely came to the door and said faintly: “Miss Bo will sleep with me tonight. Without my permission, you are not allowed to come in.”
The maids hurriedly agreed.
After giving the order, Yu Zhao came to the beauty couch, bent down and carried the girl to the bed.
When Bo Chi fell asleep naturally, she would always have a little reaction, either muttering words that others couldn’t understand, or habitually rubbing against the person closest to her.
But at this time, Bo Chi was quiet, like a sleeping beauty without a sound. Yu Zhao stared at her for a while, and for a moment felt that it was cuter for a little girl to be lively.
This was completely different from her usual preference for quietness.
Thinking of this, Yu Zhao immediately restrained her expression, no longer staring at the girl’s eyebrows and eyes and thinking about some things, but turned the vase on the bookshelf and entered the opened secret door.
Bo Chi slept deeply and soundly, and didn’t wake up until the sun was high in the sky. When she woke up and found herself sleeping in Yu Zhao’s bed, she got up in confusion and went to find a maid.
The maid briefly explained Yu Zhao’s instructions last night, and added: “Miss has already gone to the academy. Before leaving, she instructed the servants to keep the food warm. Do you want to eat now, miss?”
Bo Chi nodded.
After eating, she meditated honestly, and then practiced her lightness skills in the flower trees in the backyard.
After busily finishing her daily routine, Yu Zhao still hadn’t returned. Bo Chi sat in place for a while, finally feeling lonely and bored, and decided to sneak out to see what the other party was doing.
The Yu Mansion had been passed down for hundreds of years, and the mansion was extremely large. Elegant buildings like the academy were built directly in the house for the children of the mansion to study diligently every day.
Bo Chi easily found the academy. Seeing Yu Zhao sitting by the window, she lightly tapped her toes on the petals, twisted her waist, and sat down on the branch.
A breeze suddenly rose, and the petals fluttered. The girl’s thin gauze skirt swayed like white waves, revealing her snow-white and slender ankles from time to time.
Yu Zhao originally lowered her eyes, quietly playing a quiet and lonely tune.
Hearing the slight movement in the wind, she raised her eyes without changing her expression and glanced out the window.
At a glance, she saw the girl swaying her legs freely, excitedly picking flowers from the tree, then puffing up her cheeks and blowing, having a great time.
Yu Zhao’s calm state of mind was suddenly disrupted, and she played a wrong note in the tune, turning the sorrowful emotion into a strong but secretly restrained joy.
The people in the academy who were listening with admiration were stunned. The music teacher came back to his senses and said with a smile: “In this beautiful spring scenery, playing some autumn wind and bleakness is indeed out of place. The eldest young lady’s change is just right, just continue to play.”
Yu Zhao lowered her eyes and responded faintly.
Everyone thought that she changed the tune because of the season.
Only she herself knew that it was because she saw the bright and lively girl, and thus saw the spring, and could no longer feel sad about spring and autumn, only full of joy.
Bo Chi’s days of recuperation were easy and happy. When Yu Zhao was in class, she would observe secretly. When Yu Zhao came back, she would play with her. Although strictly speaking, she was the one making trouble and she was the one laughing, but in Bo Chi’s eyes, there was no difference.
The only thing that bothered her was the Third Young Master Yu Zhou, who always came to her to learn martial arts, eager to learn a trick or two to travel the martial arts world.
Bo Chi herself was stumbling in her exploration of martial arts, how could she have the energy to teach him.
Fortunately, Yu Zhao somehow learned about this matter, and casually said a few words in front of Yu’s father. Yu Zhou was overwhelmed by the heavy workload, and could no longer find time to harass Bo Chi.
In the blink of an eye, half a month passed, and Bo Chi’s injuries healed, and there were no major problems.
Just as she was planning to go boating with Yu Zhao, a secret letter came from the spies of the demonic cult.
[The cult leader has ordered that the Holy Maiden go to the Yaolang shop in the west of the city tonight.]
Bo Chi exclaimed.
In the plot, the leader of this demonic cult was just a background character.
‘He’ was in seclusion all year round, and occasionally appeared wearing a large black robe and a bronze ghost face mask, making it impossible for people to know whether ‘he’ was male or female, or what ‘he’ looked like.
But because ‘he’ had superb martial arts skills and profound internal strength, and five years ago, he overwhelmed all the cult members and forcefully sat in the position of the leader, everyone was convinced and respected him, and did not dare to offend him.
The original owner, the witch, was not familiar with this cult leader. She became the Holy Maiden after the cult leader went into seclusion.
Now that she received this urgent summons, Bo Chi couldn’t help but feel a little nervous, and instinctively didn’t want to go. After thinking calmly, she was worried that if she didn’t go back, Yu Zhao would inexplicably enter the eyes of the demonic cult and provoke a murderous disaster.
For now, she still had to think of a reasonable way to deal with it.
Bo Chi had various thoughts in her mind. When it got dark, she slipped out of the Yu Mansion and went straight to the west of the city.
And not far behind her, there was always a hazy figure, following her slowly.
The streets in the west of the city were already dark, and the night watchman had just started his shift.
The front yard of the Yaolang shop was closed, but the back yard was lit.
Bo Chi was very conscious of being a member of the demonic cult. She was wearing a black robe when she went out, and she didn’t take off her hood when she entered the house. She just asked nervously: “Where’s the cult leader?”
Yaolang didn’t answer, but frowned and asked vigilantly: “Why is the Holy Maiden so serious today?”
Bo Chi: “…”
Oh, she almost forgot, the original owner was a little vixen.
She coughed lightly, and when she spoke again, she smiled: “It’s my first time meeting the cult leader, so I should be more proper. But since Yi Liu, you like my usual appearance, then I will…”
Yaolang interrupted her: “You’re not wearing makeup today either.”
Bo Chi covered her lips and smiled lightly, her eyes swirling, really a bit charming: “What, do I not look good like this?”
Yaolang frowned, looked at her coldly for a while, and moved aside: “Holy Maiden, please come in.”
Bo Chi smiled enchantingly, her slender white fingers toying with her hair as she glided gracefully into the room.
In the simple room, someone was already sitting in the first seat.
Even though the other party was wearing a mask, Bo Chi could still feel that the other party was staring at her with interest.
Her little heart trembled, but her expression remained unchanged, and she said in a delicate voice: “Holy Maiden Bo Chi, greets the Cult Leader.”
“Yes.” The cult leader spoke concisely, his voice seemed to have been processed, hoarse and low, vaguely carrying a bit of charm, blurring and making it impossible to guess his gender: “Come here.”
Bo Chi’s heart skipped a beat, and she braced herself and approached.
As soon as she stood still, the cult leader suddenly stood up and pinched her pointed chin condescendingly.
The force was not heavy.
But Bo Chi was still frightened, and almost screamed and ran away.
“Are you afraid of me?” The cult leader narrowed his eyes.
Bo Chi pretended to be calm: “I am a member of the demonic cult, how can I be afraid of the cult leader? It’s just that the cult leader suddenly got close, which made me a little overwhelmed.”
The cult leader chuckled lowly, and was quite tolerant and let go of her hand. His fingers rubbed slightly in a place that Bo Chi didn’t notice, and then he continued: “Why did you infiltrate the Yu Mansion?”
Here it comes.
Bo Chi’s heart tightened, but she was not flustered.
She had long expected the cult leader to ask this, and immediately took out the witch’s plan in the plot: “The leader of the martial arts alliance, Ling Zheng, and the only daughter of the Yu Mansion have been engaged since childhood. I can’t defeat Ling Zheng head-on, so I thought of infiltrating the Ling family through the Yu Mansion, and then finding an opportunity to kill him!”
The cult leader fell into a long silence.
Bo Chi waited and waited, seeing that he was neither happy nor angry, his aura gloomy, she couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy, and whispered: “If the cult leader is dissatisfied…”
The cult leader suddenly let out a short, cold laugh: “What dissatisfaction can I have? The Holy Maiden is so considerate of the demonic cult, it should be the fortune of the demonic cult.”
Bo Chi: “…”
What’s going on.
I feel like this cult leader is being sarcastic.
Bo Chi was stunned, and for a moment didn’t dare to speak, lowering her head and pretending to be dumb.
The cult leader’s anger was rolling in her heart. No matter how she thought about it, she didn’t expect Bo Chi to be so ruthless. She clearly smiled so sweetly and softly at her every day, but her heart was so cold.
But looking at the top of the other party’s head, she couldn’t bring herself to punish her, and could only say in a cold voice: “I understand your plan, go ahead and do it.”
Do what?
Don’t tell me she, a Holy Maiden, has to single-handedly assassinate the leader of the martial arts alliance?
Bo Chi’s face collapsed, but she didn’t dare to show it, and could only say firmly: “Yes!”
Walking out of the Yaolang shop, Bo Chi quickly wilted, her steps heavy as she thought about the next countermeasure.
When she returned to the Yu Mansion in a bad mood, the person standing in front of her door made her shiver again, and she opened her mouth: “Ah Zhao? It’s so late, why are you standing here and not resting?”
Yu Zhao turned around, her eyes gleaming coldly in the moonlight. After seeing Bo Chi, the coldness melted a little, but there was still a bit of danger. Even though she soon curled her lips leisurely, that unkind meaning still made people’s hair stand on end: “The moonlight is beautiful tonight, I want to invite you to drink fine wine and enjoy the moon together.”
Bo Chi was very upset, and after hesitating for a moment, she readily nodded: “Okay, wait for me, I’ll be right there.”
She simply tidied up her clothes in the room, and when she came out again, she saw a small table set up under the tree in the courtyard, with clear wine already poured on it. Occasionally, the wind blew, and a table of fragrant petals fell.
Yu Zhao was already sitting at the table. Bo Chi followed and sat opposite her, raised her wine glass and lightly clinked it with the other party’s, and then drank it boldly.
Yu Zhao stared at her without blinking. Seeing that she loosened her eyebrows after drinking the wine, as if she had relaxed, she tentatively asked: “I didn’t see you when I entered the room just now, where did you go?”
Bo Chi said “ah” dully, and after a while, she smiled brightly: “Come closer, and I’ll tell you.”
Yu Zhao followed her words and leaned closer to her. Just as she was about to ask again, the girl in front of her suddenly kissed her cheek with a sweet wine fragrance.
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