Chapter 127 - Gathering in Falling Snow Pavilion

Chapter 127: Gathering in Falling Snow Pavilion

Translator: Guy Gone Bad

Under the warm sunlight, Murong Xue was sitting under the viburnum tree. She poured a cup of green tea and pushed it to Ouyang Shaochen, “Any news from Lady Du and her daughter?”

The spies from Lord Freedom Mansion were around the Marquis Mansion. So they knew every move of Lady Du and her daughter.

Ouyang Shaochen took a sip and said casually, “They didn’t take any action for now…Song Qingyan wakes up. But she is severely injured, and needs at least half a month’s rest.”

“Really? It seems Ye Yichen did give her a hardcore kick.” said Murong Xue bitterly: Ye Yichen was the mighty God of War who hated dirty tricks and intrigues the most. Murong Jian and Song Qingyan were really bold enough to use the rosemary acid on him. It was already their luck that Ye Yichen hadn’t cut them into pieces…

Looking at her smiling face, Ouyang Shaochen also smiled lightly, “The doctor said, if that kick had been a little harder, Song Qingyan would have broken all her internal organs, and no one could save her then…”

So serious? Murong Xue was startled: It seemed Ye Yichen indeed meant to kick Song Qingyan to death. But the rosemary acid weakened his internal power, so she was lucky enough to have survived…

“It nearly scared the shit out of Lady Du and her daughter. So they wouldn’t have the guts to provoke Ye Yichen again. Now you should figure out another plan!” Ouyang Shaochen said softly.

Murong nodded, “I know.” Lady Du and her daughter had always played the bully. But this time they met a bigger bully Ye Yichen, so they would behave themselves before him, otherwise they would invite a death wish.

Song Qingyan was only her first move to nose into Old Prince Jing’s situation. And Ye Yichen also started to behave much more discreetly. So it wasn’t an easy thing to let them agree to cancel the engagement…

“Prince Ouyang! Miss Murong!” suddenly a gentle voice was heard. Murong Xue raised her head and saw Dongfang Li was walking towards them. His purple long robe was waving in the wind, making him extra charming and noble.

“Prince Li!” Murong Xue thought to herself, surprised with her eyes popped out, “What is he doing here?”

“Today is my detoxifying day. You don’t forget it, do you?” said Dongfang Li with kind of teasing tone, while looking at her.

Murong Xue smiled gently, “Of course not. I was going to your mansion later…”

“You are not feeling well. So I came here. As your patient, I should visit you for treatment. So what I’m trying to say is, I will come here for treatment every three days, what do you say?”

Speaking of which, Dongfang Li took a white package from Huo Tong’s hand. He shook it and smiled, “Here are the leeches. You can start to treat me anytime.”

Murong Xue, “…” He was so ‘thoughtful’ and made everything prepared.

Ouyang Shaochen’s face darkened. He looked at Dongfang Li indifferently, “Falling Snow Pavilion is her personal boudoir, not a clinic! As a rough man, how could you come here now and then?”

Dongfang Li retorted, “But don’t you also often come?”

Since having lived in Lord Freedom Mansion, he went to visit Ouyang Shaochen almost every day, but always saw no one home. After doing some inquiries, he knew that Ouyang Shaochen would come to Prince Jing Mansion for Murong Xue before dawn every day.

“How can you compare yourself with me?” Ouyang Shaochen cast a glance at him, with only contempt in his eyes.

“Do we have any difference?” Dongfang Li looked at Ouyang Shaochen with the eyebrows raised, “You are single, so am I. You got no engagement, neither did I. You preserve your moral integrity, and I also have never slept with any woman…”

Murong Xue’s eyelid twitched. What were they talking about? Why did it sound so spooky?

She looked at Ouyang Shaochen, only finding kind of cold light flashing in his eyes. His hands under the sleeves clenched. And the silk gussets were about to rise…she hurriedly said, “It’s late. Let me get detoxified first.”

“Thank you then!” Dongfang Li smiled, with his lips curled up slightly. It was all complacent and provocation written on his face.

When he came before the sling chair and was about to seat himself, Ouyang Shaochen waved his hand, and the bamboo sling chair immediately flew a few meters away, “Just detoxifying him. He doesn’t need a sling chair. A common one would do.”

“But no one is using it. Why can’t I?” asked Dongfang Li while knitting his brows.

Ouyang Shaochen replied coldly, “Because that’s only for me and Xue’er. No one else can lay a finger on it.

Murong Xue was speechless. This quarrel really came from nowhere, “Prince Li, go get yourself any chair but that one. The crucial thing is to get you detoxified.”

“All right!” Dongfang Li listened to her and stopped fighting with Ouyang Shaochen. He then leaned on a bamboo chair, unbuttoned his robe, exposing his fair but robust chest.

Murong Xue blinked and was about to get up, Ouyang Shaochen stopped her, “It’s inappropriate for a man and a woman to have any physical contact. You are a young lady. It’s inappropriate to put the leeches on his chest with your hand. You name the acupoints and I’ll let Huo Tong do it.”

Murong Xue raised her eyebrows, “30 to 40 percent of the toxin near his heart arteries is sucked out. So only using leeches may not be enough. He needs to do acupuncture to disperse the toxin and…”

“Huo Tong can also do it!” Ouyang Shaochen gave his suggestion.

“But I know nothing of acupuncture.” said Huo Tong while looking at him.

“At least you should know the acupoints, don’t you? Just puncture the needles into each acupoint a few centimeters deep.” Ouyang Shaochen told him how casually.

“But…”

“No buts! He is your master, and you have to do anything for him.” Ouyang Shaochen interrupted him. He picked up his tea and took a sip, then held Murong Xue’s hand in his tightly.

“My lord!” Huo Tong turned to Dongfang Li, embarrassed, while Dongfang was looking at their hands holding together, knitting his eyebrows. After quite a while, he said, “You put the leeches for me.”

“Yes!” Huo Tong felt much relieved. He then quickly walked to Dongfang Li, opened the cloth bag. When he was about to take out the leeches, a gasp of wind blew. Then a garnet figure suddenly appeared before them.

Murong Xue got up. Looking at that pretty but cold face, she frowned, “Ye Yiche? What are you doing here?”

“To talk about the wedding stuff with you.” Ye Yichen said word by word while looking at Murong Xue, with kind of complicated expression no one could read.

“The wedding stuff?” Murong Xue sneered, “Are you kidding me?” The only thing on her mind now was to cancel it.

“I wasn’t kidding. My father relapsed, and is dying. Doctor Sun suggested we…”

Murong Xue was stunned, “You mean…a Warding-off Wedding?!”