newbobooks Chapter 394
Chapter 394
When Yan Ji ordered his men to bring up a red coral over a meter tall, Yue Fuguang couldn't help but start complaining to her system."Little Zhu, why do you think these people suddenly came to my door with precious gifts? If we really think about it, our only relationship consists of assassinations and being assassinated."
Hearing the word "assassination," the several people sitting below—except for Yan Ji and Oshima, who couldn't hear the voice—all lowered their heads. Their faces turned either flushed or pale, and their hands twisted together beneath their wide sleeves.
[Master, is it possible that the weasel paying respects to the hen harbors no good intentions? Besides, as for these gifts, only they mortals would find them precious. Mortal items without any spiritual energy aren't even worthy of being used as decorations in our immortal cave.]
Mortals? Mortal items?
The few people, already terrified by the word "assassination," astutely caught these words. As they repeated them over and over in their minds and seemed to come to a realization, only they knew the stormy waves crashing in their hearts.
"You are all too kind. I usually dislike trivial matters and have had little contact with you all. I haven't even asked yet, are you accustomed to living in the post house?"
Bei Yue was currently so frightened by his own speculations that his legs were shaking like Parkinson's. Hearing Yue Fuguang's question, he still firmly stood up to reply on behalf of everyone, "Thank you for your concern, Junior Preceptor. The post house is very comprehensive, especially Minister You, who has been taking great care of us."
Yue Fuguang held back her laughter, really wanting to ask if his so-called "taking great care" meant sending people to watch them in three shifts. That was indeed quite the "care"! If Bei Yue hadn't said it through gritted teeth, it might have had a bit more credibility.
"Minister You is experienced and prudent, and he is familiar with you all. If you need anything, there is no need to hold back. Keeping you all safe and sound in Great Yan is something we can still manage."
Yue Fuguang's words sounded like a warning to everyone's ears. Xi Ling and the others thought back to the little schemes they had hatched at the hunting ground that day, and they couldn't help but feel even more afraid to say anything, only murmuring their agreement.
For some reason, facing Junior Preceptor Yue now gave them more pressure than facing their own imperial fathers and mothers. Of course, the two clueless brothers from Eastern Yi were the exception.
Seeing Gan Tang with her head slightly lowered, her gaze constantly falling on the exquisite guest pastries on the table before her, Yue Fuguang smiled and picked up a pastry from her own small table, taking a small bite. "The pastries made today taste quite good. Would you all like to try some?"
The group hastily thanked her. Eating meant they didn't have to speak, and they actually breathed a sigh of relief in secret. Even Bei Ye, who disliked sweets, picked up a piece of milk cake with trembling hands and took a tiny bite.
After finishing a piece of pastry, Yan Ji noticed that the group had been acting abnormal since they walked in. Now, each of them looked like frightened quails, timid and submissive. The way they gnawed on the pastries made them look exactly like ignorant country bumpkins. They hadn't mentioned a single piece of the official business they had agreed upon before coming.
Bei Ye and the others: What do you know, you trash! Speechless.
After eating the pastries, the few with decent martial arts skills immediately noticed a very faint warm current slowly flowing through their body's eight extraordinary meridians. Their previously trembling bodies and the somewhat sluggish minds from expending too much energy dealing with Yue Fuguang had now cleared up significantly.
As the group buried their heads in eating, Yan Ji, after desperately winking at Bei Yue and the others for the fifth time to no avail, could only bring up the topic himself. "The Junior Preceptor's pastries are indeed delicious. I have never eaten such novel varieties even in the Eastern Yi palace."
The system couldn't help but complain, [These pastries are all varieties from over a thousand years later, of course you haven't seen them. The ingredients are excellent things that mortals can't even grow, it'd be weird if you had eaten them!]
Cough, cough!
Cough, cough!
Perhaps because they found them delicious, or perhaps out of panic, Gan Tang and the others ate piece after piece. Hearing the system's words now, the few who were nibbling on the pastries almost choked to death on the food in their mouths, but they couldn't bear to put them down.
Lan Xuan'er looked a bit embarrassedly at the snowflake crisp in her hand, wondering if she should continue eating or continue eating!
Before Yan Ji could utter his next words, he was suddenly interrupted by their coughing. He frowned and shot a warning sidelong glance at Bei Ye; his voice was the loudest, truly detestable!
"Everyone, eat slowly, don't choke." After showing concern for them, Yue Fuguang's gaze fell back onto Yan Ji, signaling him to continue.
Yan Ji reorganized his disrupted thoughts and still decided to use the pastries as a talking point.
He glanced at Bei Ye and, seeing quite a lot of white crumbs dropped on the table in front of him, frowned in disapproval. "Brother Bei Ye, I remember you dislike sweets. If so, you could just explain it to Junior Preceptor Yue. The Junior Preceptor is benevolent and presumably wouldn't blame you for it. Why must you waste food like this?"
Bei Ye: Is this dog coming at me? Do I look like a soft persimmon?!
He carefully stole a glance at Yue Fuguang. Seeing no extra expression on her face, his heart relaxed just a tiny bit. When it came to grudges, the one he had forged with her was the biggest among them all!
Seeing Yan Ji trying to use him as a scapegoat, if it were in the past, Bei Ye would have given him a huge slap across the face long ago. But right now, in front of Yue Fuguang, he didn't dare to act out of line at all.
The moment a slight wicked thought crossed his mind, he would think of the massive crater at the hunting ground that night, and Song Tu, who had been struck into a bloody pulp.
His death was more tragic and terrifying than anyone else's, further indicating that Junior Preceptor Yue was warning him!
Seeing Bei Ye remain silent despite being spoken to like this, Yan Ji thought he had the moral high ground and had left him speechless. So, he pointed at the crumbs on Bei Ye's table. "Brother Bei Ye really shouldn't be so wasteful. A single extravagant expenditure of ours is enough for an ordinary commoner's family to live on for many days."
Those crumbs in front of Bei Ye were actually the shredded coconut attached to the milk cake. Among the six-colored pastries on the table, this was indeed the least sweet one.
However, Yue Fuguang wasn't going to say much. Watching them bite at each other was much more interesting.
Seeing Yue Fuguang's gaze also fall upon the table in front of Bei Ye, Yan Ji thought his scheme had succeeded. Since the others had no intention of supporting Bei Ye either, he continued to attack him.
"Nowadays, with constant droughts and floods across the various nations, who knows how many commoners are going hungry because of it. As members of the imperial family supported by the people, we should naturally lead by example and find ways to save the masses from their suffering in this critical moment."
He opportunely revealed a sorrowful expression, then looked at Yue Fuguang with a face full of envy. "My Eastern Yi does not have the blessing of Great Yan to obtain a divine figure like Junior Preceptor Yue, who can foresee natural disasters and make preparations early on!"
Hearing this, Yue Fuguang knew exactly what kind of nonsense he was going to spout, but she merely smiled and didn't reply.
I'll give you a big stage; if you have a dream, just speak it out!
[Master, what does he mean by this? Isn't it normal for a divine being to know these things? Since this ugly thing knows Master is a divine figure yet still has a face full of schemes, is he complaining that his life is too long? Just watch Little Zhu strike him dead with a lightning bolt, unless his life is too tough!]
"Little Zhu, look at Bei Ye and the others. They tried to assassinate me several times, and I still kept their little lives. What does Yan Ji's minor antic amount to? Calm down and just watch the show. They're nothing but ants that can be crushed casually. It won't be too late to deal with them when I get tired of watching."