Chapter 269 Meaning

Everyone paused when they heard this, and Youqi's face suddenly changed, "The young master I saw was lying down."

After a while, the people who had calmed down fell into panic again. After checking, a very scary scene appeared in front of everyone.

Young Master Huang's posture kept changing.

As more people went in, he showed more and more bizarre postures.

Youqi was the first to go upstairs. The young master he saw was lying flat on the bed.

Shi Liaozhi was the second. The young master he saw was lying on his stomach.

The third was a woman named Zuo Jing. The answer she gave was that the young master Huang she saw was leaning against the bed with his body tilted.

An Xuan was the fourth, but he was hanging far behind the team at the moment, with Qin Jian was not far away from him, carrying the unconscious Tang Shirou on his back.

Because Tang Shirou never woke up, she became the only one who was not wearing a costume.

And An Xuan seemed to intentionally reduce Tang Shirou's contact with the others and keep her firmly under his control.

No one chose to alarm them, and everyone turned their eyes to Jiang Cheng.

After all, Xia Meng, who was ranked fifth, had seen the situation clearly. According to her, Master Huang had already sat up at that time.

"He was half-crouching there," Jiang Cheng said, while imitating it according to his memory. He was seen bending his knees slightly and leaning forward, giving people the feeling that he was accumulating strength.

In particular, Jiang Cheng also grinned on his own initiative, which supplemented everyone's imagination of the scene behind the curtain.

"Ouch!" He suddenly jumped towards Shi Liaozhi, who seemed to be immersed in some kind of imagination and turned pale, and frightened the latter so much that his hair stood up and he almost cried out.

"Are you sick? "Master Liao Zhi said tremblingly and pitifully: "If you were not the second to last to come out, I would have suspected that you were a ghost in disguise."

As soon as these words came out, it was like breaking the last layer of window paper, and everyone subconsciously looked at Qin Jian who was left behind.

At this moment, his black burial clothes fluttered in the wind, looking so eye-catching.

Everyone's eyes became interesting.

Before leaving, the middle-aged woman took away their original clothes. Now they could only bite the bullet and wear this cumbersome and weird costume. It felt weird when walking.

In Jiang Cheng's words, it was leaking from time to time.

He licked his face and asked Xia Meng if she felt the leak, but was rebuffed by the latter with a look. He patted his butt and turned around to harass Zuo Jing.

When they returned to their residence, it was almost noon. Although the sun was shining brightly and warm, everyone's faces were still solemn when they thought of what happened before.

Middle-aged woman The person left a message saying that lunch was in the pavilion and left.

Her steps seemed slow, but her speed was very fast, giving people a strange feeling of floating. In a few blinks of an eye, she disappeared.

Looking at the direction where the middle-aged woman disappeared, the fat man couldn't help but swallow his saliva secretly.

Walking along the lake, he came to the previous pavilion. Sure enough, the previous meals were cleared away and replaced with a new table. Lunch was much more abundant than breakfast.

There was a fish in the middle.

There was also a bowl of fish soup on each person's bowl and chopstick position. When he touched it with his hand, the temperature was just right.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. The meticulousness of the 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 had a thick white texture and smelled very delicious.

"This fish soup smells "It smells so good," said Tang Shirou. Not long ago, An Xuan woke her up in some way, and she was supported by An Xuan all the way.

The relationship between the two seemed very strong. An Xuan whispered something to her from time to time, and she listened very seriously and nodded from time to time.

An Xuan smiled very gentlemanly, "Miss Tang, you are weak, it's okay to drink more fish soup," he said, and gently placed his bowl in front of Tang Shirou.

He watched her drink it mouthful by mouthful with a doting look.

Swallowing his saliva, the fat man stared at the fish soup in front of him and dared not move.

Although the fish soup is delicious, life is the most important thing after all, and he who used to work in a restaurant knows that this fish soup is really too delicious.

It is the kind that you can smell without tasting it. It was delicious enough to impress people.

He secretly glanced at the doctor and found that the doctor had not touched the fish soup.

Xia Meng was sitting opposite him. From his angle, he could just see Xia Meng's line of sight, vaguely glancing behind him, and behind him was a deep blue lake.

The fat man immediately figured it out. I'm afraid everyone is worried that the fish was caught from the lake.

"Ahem" someone cleared his cough twice.

Shi Liaozhi's hand stretched out to pick up the dish trembled, and the chopsticks were almost dropped in fear, and he took them back in shame.

It's not his fault. After all, the cough was made by Qin Jian in a burial suit. At this moment, he sat there with a solemn expression like a dead person.

No one said anything. Qin Jian lowered his voice and said to himself: "Everyone, did you find anything abnormal when you went to see Master Huang today?"

"Abnormal? You are the biggest abnormality, right? "The fat man thought in his heart, but his face showed a very obedient expression.

Qin Jian's eyes slowly swept over the crowd, and it seemed that there was more to say.

"Mr. Qin," An Xuan put down his chopsticks and stared at him quietly until the latter's eyes fell on him, and then he continued to speak: "Did you find anything?"

Throwing the question back exactly as it was, this An Xuan was a good Tai Chi player.

Qin Jian tapped the table with one finger and asked calmly, "Have you ever heard of "Jiao Hong Ji"?"

"What do you mean, old man?" Tang Shirou, who had already finished two bowls of fish soup and blinked, asked.

"Are you talking about the opera that Mr. Huang sang just now?" You Qi's voice was muffled.

"That's right."

"Why didn't you say it before?" Zuo Jing's voice seemed a little abrupt. She stared at Qin Jian's eyes without hesitation, "We also heard the opera last night. Why didn't you say it this morning and wait until now?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the table suddenly became tense. Talking to a guy who was most likely a ghost, was she tired of living like this?

Almost subconsciously, Shi Liaozhi, who was shrinking beside her, immediately distanced himself from her, fearing that innocent people would be affected.

"The singing last night was too vague. I just felt familiar, but I wasn't sure. It was only until just now, when I was in close contact, that I heard the lyrics thoroughly and was sure that what Young Master Huang sang was "Jiao Hong Ji." Qin Jian's answer was flawless.

"Jiao Hong Ji sounds like a story," Xia Meng said, "I'd like to trouble Mr. Qin to explain the meaning of it to us young people."