Chapter 268 Meaning
Hearing this, everyone paused, and You Qi’s expression suddenly changed, “The young master I saw was lying down.”
After a while, it turned out that Everyone who had calmed down fell into panic again. After checking, a very scary scene emerged in front of everyone.
Master Huang's posture keeps changing.
As the number of people entering increased, the appearance became increasingly bizarre.
You Qi was the first to go upstairs. The young master he saw at that time was lying on his back on the bed.
Master Liao Zhi was the second one. He saw Young Master Huang lying on his stomach.
The third one is a woman named Zuo Jing. The answer she gave was that the young master she saw was leaning on the bed sideways.
An Xuan is the fourth, but he is hanging far behind the team at the moment, carrying the unconscious Tang Shirou on his back, and Qin Jian is not far away from him.
Because Tang Shirou never woke up, she became the only one not wearing costume.
An Xuan also seemed to intend to reduce Tang Shirou's contact with other people and keep her firmly under his control.
No one chose to alarm them, everyone turned their attention to Jiangcheng.
After all, what Xia Meng, who was ranked fifth, saw was clear. According to her, Master Huang had already sat up at that time.
“He was half squatting there,” Jiang Cheng said, imitating it according to his memory. He bent his knees slightly and leaned forward, giving the impression that he was accumulating strength.
Especially Jiang Cheng's grinning grin made up for everyone's imagination of the scene behind the curtain.
"Ouch!" He suddenly took a step toward his teacher Liao Zhi, who seemed to be immersed in some imagination and turned pale. He was so frightened that the latter's hair stood on end and he almost screamed.
“Are you sick?” Teacher Liao Zhi said pitifully and tremblingly: “If you hadn’t been the second to last one, I would have suspected that you were a ghost in disguise.”
As soon as these words came out, it was like the last layer of window paper was pierced. Everyone subconsciously looked at Qin Jian who was lagging behind.
At this moment, his black burial clothes were fluttering in the wind, looking so eye-catching.
Everyone’s eyes also became wonderful.
Before leaving, the middle-aged woman took away their original clothes. Now they can only bite the bullet and wear these cumbersome and weird costumes, which make them feel weird when they walk.
In Jiang Cheng’s words, there is air leakage down there from time to time.
He licked his face and asked Xia Meng if he also felt leaky, but was turned back by the latter's look. He patted his butt and turned around to harass Zuo Jing.
It was almost noon when we got back to where we were staying. Although the sun was shining brightly and making our bodies warm, everyone still looked solemn when they thought of what happened before.
The middle-aged woman left lunch in the pavilion and left.
Her pace seemed slow, but her speed was very fast, giving people a strange feeling of being erratic. In the blink of an eye, she disappeared.
Looking at the direction in which the middle-aged woman disappeared, the fat man couldn't help but swallowed secretly.
Walking along the lakeside, we came to the previous pavilion. Sure enough, all the previous meals had been packed away and replaced with a new table. Lunch was much richer than breakfast.
There is a fish in the middle position.
There is also a bowl of fish soup placed on everyone's table and chopsticks. When you touch it with your hand, the temperature is just right.
Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. The meticulousness of these servants in the Huang Mansion even made him feel like he was still at home and the fat man was serving him.
The fish soup has a thick white texture and smells very delicious.
"This fish soup smells so delicious," it was Tang Shirou who spoke. Not long ago, An Xuan woke her up somehow, and she was supported all the way by An Xuan.
The relationship between the two seemed very strong. An Xuan whispered to her from time to time. She listened very seriously and nodded from time to time.
An Xuan smiled very gentlemanly, "Miss Tang, you are weak, it doesn't hurt to drink more fish soup," he said and gently placed his bowl in front of Tang Shirou.
And with doting eyes, he watched her drink it in one gulp.
Swallowing, the fat man stared at the fish soup in front of him without daring to move.
Although the fish soup is delicious, in the final analysis, life is the most important. And as he once worked in a restaurant, he knows that this fish soup is too delicious.
It is the kind of delicious food that can impress people without tasting it, just by smelling it.
He glanced at the doctor secretly and found that the doctor hadn't touched the fish soup either.
Xia Meng was sitting opposite him. From his angle, he could just see Xia Meng's gaze, just as Ruo Youruo Wu glanced behind him, and behind him was a blue lake.
The fat man immediately figured it out. I am afraid everyone is worried that this fish was taken out of the lake.
“Ahem.” Someone coughed twice.
Teacher Liao Zhi’s hand that he stretched out to pick up vegetables trembled. He almost dropped his chopsticks in fright, and took them back dejectedly.
I don’t blame him, after all, the person who coughed was Qin Jian, who was in mourning clothes. He was sitting there with a solemn expression like a dead man.
No one answered, Qin Jian lowered his voice and said to himself: "Everyone, did you find anything abnormal when you went to see Young Master Huang today?"
"Abnormal? You are the biggest abnormality." Right?" Fatty thought in his mind, but his face was very cute.
Qin Jian's eyes slowly swept across the crowd, and it seemed that he had something to say.
"Mr. Qin," An Xuan put down his chopsticks and stared at him quietly until the latter's eyes fell on him, then he continued: "Did you notice something?"
Throwing the other person's question back unchanged, An Xuan actually did a good job in Tai Chi.
Tapping the table with one finger, Qin Jian asked calmly: "Have you heard of "Jiaohong Ji"?"
"Old sir, what do you mean?" He had already finished his drink. Two bowls of fish soup, Tang Shirou asked, blinking.
“Are you talking about the opera sung by Mr. Huang just now?” You Qi’s voice was dull.
"Exactly."
"Then why didn't you say it before?" Zuo Jing's voice seemed a little abrupt, and she stared into Qin Jian's eyes without hesitation, "Last night we also I heard the singing, why didn’t you tell me this morning and wait until now?”
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense. Was she tired of talking to a guy who was most likely a ghost?
Almost subconsciously, the teacher Liao Zhi, who was huddled next to her, immediately distanced himself from her, for fear of harming Chi Yu.
“Last night’s singing was too ethereal. I thought it sounded familiar to me, but I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t until just now, after close contact, that I fully understood the lyrics, and I was sure that what Mr. Huang was singing was "Jiao". "Red Notes." Qin Jian's answer was impeccable.
""Jiaohong Ji" sounds like a story," Xia Meng said along the way: "I would like to trouble Mr. Qin to explain its meaning to us juniors."
Thank you Jiao. Tailang also eats the lamb's reward, and there will be more tonight, scattering flowers and flowers
(End of this chapter)