GTB Chapter 239

Chapter 241: The Student Surpasses the Master

As Shí Yǎn’s words fell, the astonished gazes that had been on Shí Yuánchén instantly shifted to him.

Shí Yuánchén’s eyes widened in shock. Wasn’t it Yán Zhēng’s birthday celebration?

His gaze landed on the brocade box in front of Yáo Mèi, and his eyes widened further. He suddenly realized the embarrassing thing he had done.

Yán Zhēng looked at his mother with surprise, then at Shí Yǎn. He hadn’t heard of his mother having any other disciples besides Jiāng Jiǔchū.

Besides, how could his mother, who taught qín, chess, calligraphy, and painting…?

Yán Zhēng’s thoughts suddenly paused, as if he had suddenly realized something. Seventh Brother? Shí Yuánchén was a prince, so wasn’t his Seventh Brother Jiǔchū’s ex-husband, the current Emperor?

Thinking of this, his expression faltered, and he immediately began to scrutinize Shí Yǎn.

He seemed to understand why his face could bewitch even Xiāo Lì to some extent, but had no effect on Jiāng Jiǔchū. It turned out that Jiǔchū’s ex-husband was even more handsome than him.

He pursed his lips, thinking, “What’s the use of being handsome? He’s still blind, actually dumping such a good little junior sister.”

But what was the situation with these two coming uninvited? Did he become emperor and now want to have his cake and eat it too?

Xiāo Lì, on the other hand, gave Jiāng Jiǔchū a questioning look. She could understand Shí Yuánchén coming, but what was this person doing here? Was he here to stage a regretful love scene?

Jiāng Jiǔchū picked up a segment of orange and put it in her mouth, thinking to herself, “This person has never changed in one aspect from beginning to end, and that is his thick skin.”

Everyone’s thoughts only flashed for a moment, but Yáo Mèi was seeing these two for the first time and had no idea who they were.

She looked at the glowing pearl being offered to her and asked, puzzled, “If this young master is a friend of Jiǔchū’s, he can call me Aunt Mèi. Why would he call me ‘Master’?”

As soon as she finished speaking, something suddenly flashed in her mind. Before she could think about it carefully, Shí Yǎn said with a smile, “If you are Chū’er’s master, then you are my master.”

Everyone looked at Shí Yǎn with different expressions, as if they didn’t expect a person to be so shameless. Could it be that they had reconciled without their knowledge?

Thinking of this, everyone turned their eyes to Jiāng Jiǔchū again.

Jiāng Jiǔchū wiped her hands and looked at Shí Yǎn with an unfamiliar expression, saying, “I have no relationship with you anymore. Please don’t talk nonsense, lest people misunderstand.”

“Also, a place like Cloud Green Pavilion is really not suitable for you to come to. People who don’t know might think that the ruler of Dong Yue has a homosexual preference.”

Shí Yǎn pursed his lips, listening to Jiāng Jiǔchū’s words without saying anything. Now that he was here, he had long abandoned any pretense of dignity.

He moved the night-luminescent pearl in his hand forward a little more.

Yáo Mèi glanced at her disciple’s resistant expression and hesitated for a moment before deciding to ignore it. After all, this person was the emperor. One had to bow one’s head under the eaves!

Moreover, she didn’t understand the emperor’s temperament. What if this person secretly made things difficult for her? “Okay, thank you.”

Jiāng Jiǔchū picked up the wine cup in front of her and took a light sip, glancing at Shí Yǎn out of the corner of her eye, thinking, “If it weren’t for my master’s birthday, I would really get up and leave.”

Shí Yǎn noticed Jiāng Jiǔchū’s movements, his eyes fixed on the wine cup she had picked up. Seeing that she only took a shallow sip, he suppressed the urge to snatch the cup from her.

Jiāng Jiǔchū’s eyes flickered, then she put down the wine cup and focused on the man dancing in the center.

When the music and dance ended, she pointed to the most handsome young man in the middle.

“You, come and drink with this young lady.”

As soon as Jiāng Jiǔchū spoke, everyone looked at her in surprise, but only for a moment before they understood her unusual behavior.

The blue-clad man pointed to by Jiāng Jiǔchū was stunned when he heard this. He knew this girl. She had come twice just to watch them dance. Even though the brothers who danced with her occasionally flirted with their eyes, hoping to gain the favor of the beauty, this girl had never allowed them to accompany her before, but today… she actually asked him to accompany her for a drink.

Xiāo Lì, seeing this, rolled her eyes and immediately followed suit, pointing to a man as well.

After all, Shí Yuánchén had embraced two people yesterday. If she didn’t perform well today, wouldn’t she have made him come in vain?

The blue-clad man suppressed his joy and walked to Jiāng Jiǔchū’s side, sitting down. He picked up the wine pot and poured himself a cup, then raised his cup to Jiāng Jiǔchū and said, “This servant toasts you, Miss.”

“Yes, what’s your name?” Jiāng Jiǔchū asked with a smile while picking up the wine cup in front of her.

“This servant is called…”

As soon as the blue-clad man opened his mouth, he felt a sharp pain in his wrist, and instantly let out a soft groan. The wine cup in his hand fell to the ground with a crash, splashing both himself and Jiāng Jiǔchū.

His face was shocked, and before he could figure out the reason, he immediately apologized to Jiāng Jiǔchū, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s all this servant’s fault. This servant didn’t hold it steady. Please punish me, Miss.”

He said hurriedly took out a handkerchief from his waist, intending to wipe Jiāng Jiǔchū.

Shí Yǎn’s eyes darkened, and just as he was about to flick another peanut from his hand, he saw Jiāng Jiǔchū stand up, refusing.

Jiāng Jiǔchū did not see Shí Yǎn’s actions, nor did she see the peanut that flew over quickly, but she heard the blue-clad man’s cry of pain.

She glanced at Shí Yǎn, who was staring straight at her, and then, imitating Xiāo Lì’s usual tone, said to the blue-clad man:

“It’s just spilling some wine, a trivial matter. Don’t blame yourself, or my heart will ache.”

After she finished speaking, she smiled at the blue-clad man and said, “I’ll go back and change my clothes first, and come back to find you next time. By the way, you haven’t told me your name yet?”

The blue-clad man looked at Jiāng Jiǔchū’s beautiful face with a shallow smile, and his eyes were dazed. He quickly stood up, his face flushed with shyness, and said, “This servant… this servant is called Mòlán.”

“Mòlán.” Jiāng Jiǔchū repeated, then looked at the handsome man in front of her and praised him:

“Ink-dyed eyes,” she said, slightly leaning her head to smell Mòlán’s chest, and continued to the next sentence:

“Orchids waft in the breeze. Not bad, a good name, it suits you very well.”

Everyone nearby was stunned. It was the first time they had seen Jiāng Jiǔchū flirt with a man.

Don’t mention it, it really is like a real femme fatale, still a demon and bad, the kind that is difficult to resist.

Look at Mòlán’s still-unrecovered appearance, he was obviously hooked by Jiāng Jiǔchū’s soul.

Xiāo Lì shook her head and sighed secretly. Jiǔchū was indeed smart. Not only did she learn to dance quickly, but even her lines were surpassed her teacher.

Shí Yǎn’s pair of good-looking phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and the peanut in his hand that he didn’t flick out had long been turned into powder in his palm.

Even if he guessed that Jiāng Jiǔchū was doing it on purpose, the jealousy and anger surging in his heart still couldn’t be stopped.

Really good, this woman now understands the business of wine and women clearly, and not only drinks wine, but also hooks souls everywhere.