Chapter 52

  "Miss, have a cup of tea."

  "En." Meng Fu Ying took the tea and slowly savored it, completely ignoring the person on the wall, causing a certain man's eyes to blaze with anger. This woman was truly heartless.

  "Hey, you're being too heartless, aren't you? I just helped you chase away that cheap slut, and this is how you treat me?" The man finally showed signs of anger, his voice full of discontented accusations.

  "The unit of measurement for grass is 'root', even if it's worthless grass, it's still one root of worthless grass." Meng Fu Ying corrected very seriously, using "root" would be too flattering to Bai Yi Chen, but towards Bu Jing Yu's description of the worthless grass, she was quite in agreement.

  Qing Zhu's lips twitched again, and Master's words were becoming more and more speechless.

  At this time, however, it is a serious correction of this issue.

  "You... you woman." Bu Jingyun was stunned for a moment, and then said in a low voice again, but his tone seemed to have a hint of helpless laughter.

  Meng Fu Ying continued sipping her tea, guessing the reason why Bu Jing Yun had come here today.

  For a while, neither of them spoke again.

  Silence, a moment of silence. The usually calm and collected Shi Yingyu, sitting on the wall, seemed to have shifted his body slightly, his eyes also gazing at her again, pondering for a moment before slowly speaking, "Do you really want to marry Xuan Yuan Ye?"

  Meng Fu's eyes widened slightly, and she hadn't expected him to suddenly ask this question. Thinking that he must know Xuan Yuan Ye, her eyebrows rose slightly, "This matter seems to have nothing to do with you."

  Whether or not she marries is not a matter of whether or not she wants to, because no one has ever asked for her opinion, who would care if she was willing to marry.

  He chose, the emperor issued a holy decree, she had to marry, if not, that would be defying the imperial order, which was punishable by death, what difference did her willingness or unwillingness make?

  "Hehe......" Bu Jingyu suddenly chuckled and said, "If you don't want to get married, then I'll take you away to elope."

  In that voice, there seemed to be a hint of laughter, yet it also seemed to carry a hint of something unusual.

  Meng Fu Ying almost choked on the tea she had just drunk, fortunately, she swallowed it in time and slowly raised her eyes to look at him, "For someone who can't show their true face, I really don't have any interest."

  Elopement, he really thought of it.

  She wouldn't be stupid enough to elope with him even if she didn't want to get married.

  Just as her voice fell, she felt a flash in front of her eyes, and Stepping Feather had already sat down in front of her, while Xue Bao was still motionless, squatting at the corner of the wall, apparently having been acupunctured by him.

  "Well, then I'll let you see my true face. How about that?" He sat opposite her, his eyes staring straight at hers, speaking slowly and word by word, with no more laughter in his voice, but a few more serious tones.

  Meng Fu's eyes widened slightly as she pondered, and her curiosity got the better of her. She had also secretly wondered what kind of appearance such a remarkable man would have.

  His eyes slightly lifted, and all that could be seen in his gaze was the faintly cold and hard mask, making it impossible to see even a hint of his true face.

  It is said that throughout the world, no one knows his true face.

  Either no one has ever seen it before, or those who have seen it are already unable to speak again.

  She knew that curiosity came at a price, especially in that bloody and violent world of Jianghu.

  "Spare me, I still want to live for a few more days." Meng Fu Ying smiled slightly and said softly. Now that he was momentarily excited, he let her see his true face. Who knows, afterwards he might regret it and kill her to silence her.

  His body stiffened slightly, his eyes hidden behind the mask stared straight at her, and although separated by a mask, it still made Meng Cuiying feel a chill of stagnant blood.

  "Is that how you feel about me?" At this moment, his low and husky voice seemed to be hiding a hint of hoarseness, yet it also carried a chilling intent that made one's heart tremble.

  Meng Fu Ying was taken aback, this change of face was too fast, it seemed that she had still provoked him. She smiled faintly and said slowly, "I don't have the habit of prying into other people's privacy, besides, we haven't gotten to that level of familiarity yet, have we?"

  She and he had just a transaction, if really counted, they were still strangers.

  "You're such an heartless woman, the river hasn't even passed yet and you've already started dismantling the bridge. Aren't you afraid of falling into the river and drowning?" His eyes were still fixed on her, his harsh voice filled with obvious anger.

  "It's nothing, I can swim." Meng Fu Ying glanced at him lightly, did he have to scold her like that? Besides, what she said was true, it was really unclear what kind of fire he was venting.

  "Women are too strong-willed, not lovable at all."

  He slightly hesitated, and his gaze into her eyes seemed to flash something quickly, and his originally somewhat cold voice also suddenly softened a bit.

  Meng Fu Ying slightly shrugged her shoulders and said with a nonchalant expression, "You're more than welcome to annoy me some more, I don't mind."

  These ancient men were all extremely inflated male chauvinists.

  Or maybe women in this era live for the sake of pleasing these men, but unfortunately, she isn't...

  To him, whether she was lovely or not didn't matter.

  "You..." He choked back his words, a few strands of thin anger drifting through his eyes once more. Did she have to reject him so thoroughly from thousands of miles away?

  "Ah, I've been out for a whole day and I'm tired. Qing Zhu, help me see the guest off." Meng Fu Ying slowly stood up, instructing Qing Zhu in a low voice, then without looking at him again, she walked alone towards her room.

  "Step aside, please." Qing Zhu was slightly stunned, then stiffened her scalp and said. To be honest, she didn't dare offend this person either, but the master's orders, she still had to follow.

  Bù Jīng Yǔ didn't move, nor did he show any anger. He simply poured himself a cup of tea and drank it slowly, his eyes fixed on the back of Mèng Fú Yǐng's figure. The mask on his face still concealed all his emotions.