eurekapd Chapter 274 How can this be considered eavesdropping?
Chapter 274 How can this be considered eavesdropping?
"shut up……"
Yuan Qi was helpless and cautious, lowering his voice to a level that was barely audible: "Don't say anything more, this is not the Yuan family, be careful, there are ears on the other side of the wall."
Zhou Chang's ears felt hot and his heart beat fast, but he couldn't help but want to continue listening.
When I think back, on the road, the people were indeed discussing how wise and virtuous King Rong was.
However, even if what Lu Ju said was true, Prince Rong might not be interested.
After all, who would pay attention to these things?
Yuan Qi's voice scolding Lu Ju could be heard from the other side: "I've already said that it's just a normal thing. Although three million taels of silver is not a small amount, my Yuan family has never been petty or worldly-wise. What's more, things that can be done with silver are not a big deal. There's no need to bring it up again. If we don't let people look down on us, we can just consider it as accumulating blessings for ourselves."
"Yes, Miss, I won't mention it anymore, and you don't have to worry about it. You should wait until Master Wen passes the imperial examination this time. Just as His Royal Highness Prince Yi said, seize the opportunity..." Lu Ju's voice became much softer and it was almost inaudible halfway through her words.
"You're becoming more and more outspoken." Yuan Qi's voice got louder.
Zhou Chang then realized that what Lu Ju said just now must have been stopped by Yuan Qi again.
"Okay, okay, I won't mention it. It's just... just..." It seems that Lu Ju is a person who is uncomfortable holding back something to say.
Yuan Qi seemed to turn around and continue walking forward, his voice gradually fading away: "I know what you want to say, and you heard it from my father. But even if the Yuan family has money but no power, they don't have to rely on outsiders. Don't we still have Yuan Jie?"
Did Wen Qingyan do something to upset Yuan Qi?
Zhou Chang couldn't help but have doubts.
These two people hope they don't break up. Wen Qingyan is not a handsome guy that appears once in hundreds of years. Just looking at him can fill your stomach.
On the other side of the wall, Lu Ju hurriedly followed, her voice unsteady: "Yes, yes, Miss is right, and there is also the young master, the young master..."
Zhou Chang pressed his ear against the wall and listened carefully, but he could no longer hear anything.
Suddenly there was a "clang" sound.
Zhou Chang was startled.
When she turned around, Gao Yuanzheng drew his sword and blocked her from behind.
In the opposite direction of the way we came, in a shadow at the foot of the wall, a black figure appeared at some point.
"Ah..." Skinny Ben, who had also been eavesdropping along with Zhou Chang, was so frightened that he stuck to the wall.
"You...?" Zhou Chang recognized him at a glance and pointed at the black figure. "Are you the guard of Prince Rong?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly broke out in a cold sweat.
The black-clad guard in the shadows kept staring at Zhou Chang without moving his eyes, looking like a living dead.
"Where are you from?" Gao Yuan asked in a deep voice.
After Gao Yuan asked this, the black-clad guard withdrew his gaze but did not answer.
Zhou Chang also felt a little uneasy. This man must have seen them eavesdropping in the corner.
But how can it be considered eavesdropping if I just happened to pass by?
She is a prince now after all. As long as she maintains her dignity, no one dares to say anything behind her back.
Thinking of this, Zhou Chang straightened his chest and hooked his finger at the black-clad guard: "Come here."
The black-clad guard showed no reluctance, and took a few steps forward, lowered his brows and bowed, "Greetings, Your Highness Prince Yi, what can I do for you?"
Zhou Chang didn't notice anything special about the way he walked, but there was just no sound at all.
"What's your name?" Zhou Chang has always had a deep impression of this person, but he just can't remember his name.
The black-robed guard bowed his head and answered, his voice was hoarse and strange, as if he was tightening his throat: "My humble name is Wu Feng, ahem..."
"Are you sick?" As the man approached, Zhou Chang smelled the scent of medicine from him again.
"Yes, I have always been weak and need to take medicine all year round." There was no trace of human emotion in Wu Feng's voice. Even standing in the sun at this moment, he still did not have the slightest breath of a living person.
"Aren't you supposed to be following Brother Prince Rong? Why are you here?" Zhou Chang looked him up and down a few more times, but he still had no good impression of him.
She was just making small talk, but as long as she said a few more words, the embarrassment of being caught red-handed almost disappeared.
Wu Feng bowed and hid his face in the shadow he cast: "Your Highness Prince Rong has guests to entertain, so let me walk around on my own."
"Since you are sick, you should either rest and not walk around casually, or find a place under the sun to get some sun. It will always be good." Zhou Chang decided to forget about what he had just eavesdropped on and never mention it again. "You look sick and lifeless. You can't even protect Brother Rong, let alone yourself."
"..." Wu Feng lowered his head and did not answer, just standing there.
Zhou Chang already had a guilty conscience and was trying to cover it up, so he disliked Wu Feng even more.
Did she say it wrong?
Although Mr. Zhong is also frail and sickly and often faints, he still looks like a normal living person. And this Wu Feng, who also looks frail and sickly and has no human energy, looks more like a dead person.
How can a dead person be a guard?
She wanted to complain about this to Prince Rong last time, but she never had the chance.
"Since you are the bodyguard of Prince Rong, what martial arts do you know?" Wu Feng didn't reply, so Zhou Chang had to make small talk. Now that the awkwardness was over, he disliked this man more and more.
Wu Feng was of above-average height, with a slender waist and legs, and a pale face, but he had a pretty appearance, with a pair of willow-shaped eyebrows, and narrow eyes, without a trace of warmth in them.
The pointed face, small nose and small mouth are suitable for being photogenic in modern times.
In the sunlight, her skin is so white that it is almost transparent, and her blood vessels are clearly visible. Upon closer inspection, she has a kind of androgynous beauty that is difficult to distinguish between.
But he was dressed in black, with a wide grey belt around his waist and a sword hanging from the belt, so he could only be a man.
But the long sword hanging on her narrow shoulders and thin waist does not look like a weapon but more like a decoration.
"Ahem..." Wu Feng coughed again as he spoke, his eyes cold and emotionless, "I am weak and don't know any martial arts. I am able to survive until now thanks to His Royal Highness Prince Rong's taking me in and taking care of me."
When he didn't speak, he was like a dead man. When he spoke, he would occasionally glance over at me, and his eyes seemed to be filled with countless tiny needles.
Zhou Chang took a glance and felt as if his heart was pierced by a yak-thin needle. It didn't hurt, but it was uncomfortable. He had to calm himself down and asked again: "Ahem... So you wear this black clothes just to pretend?"
She has never been a person who acts on intuition, and she would never judge people by their appearance, but since the first time she saw Wu Feng, she felt an inexplicable discomfort.
"..." Wu Feng lowered his head again and did not answer.