The memory that was almost mottled suddenly reappeared in his mind. Yuan Luo was a victim of politics, and she was not even as good as a victim. His birth was a mistake, coming without anyone expecting it. Yuan Luo chose the small character “Ananda” for him, which meant her lifetime’s suffering, her misfortune. He lived up to these expectations, and completely killed Yuan Luo within a few years after his birth.
His memory of Yuan Luo was very vague, he only remembered that she liked her hair in a cloud bun, with two strands of long and soft strands hanging down from her temples. When he was a baby, he would be held in Yuan Luo’s arms, and Qi Zhuoyu would clenched his hands into fists and firmly grasped her hair.
He also remembered the top-quality comb that Yuan Luo commonly used. It was a kind that was made from a peach tree that was difficult to raise in the Dongyi Demon Clan, and was only available in the human world. During the fourth month of the lunar year, the petals of peach trees were crushed into juice, exuding a very sweet and light peach fragrance.
It was very obvious in the rich and foul smell of blood.
The entertainers who huddled together trembled frantically when they saw the murderous maniac in front of them. After killing all the emperor’s sons, he sat for a while on the luxurious chair in the center with a gloomy expression.
It was unknown what he was thinking, but not long after, the big devil moved again. He glanced at his sleeve with a strange expression. Some entertainers who haven’t been scared out of their wits remembered, that this sleeve seemed to be the one that strange and weird young man used to cover his head just now?
Because of Feng Xuan’s strange behavior, that big sleeve was stained with his smell.
It’s something that Qi Zhuoyu could often smell, a very light white peach fragrance.
He wanted to get closer to feel it, when suddenly a gust of wind blew in, carrying the nauseating smell of blood in the air, and dispersing the sweet fragrance of white peaches.
It was only then that Qi Zhuoyu noticed that during the killing just now, it was unknown which prince’s blood was splashed on the sleeves, that covered up the smell.
Then a terrifying scene was presented in the eyes of the entertainers. After the big devil stroked his sleeve thoughtfully, he suddenly stood up and walked towards them.
A group of thinly-dressed entertainers with bare shoulders, like a group of lambs who had encountered a wild wolf, huddled into a corner desperately in fright, trembling like a sieve. While the wild wolf was pressing on them step by step, and then stood in front of them.
After a while, the terrifying man spoke, “Which of you brought a handkerchief?”
“Warrior spare our life—eh?” The entertainers who shouted in unison only shouted the first half their speech when they realized that the question asked by the big devil seemed not right. Shouldn’t it be something like “kill you all” or something.
Qi Zhuoyu thought they didn’t understand, thus he asked impatiently a second time, “Who brought a handkerchief?”
Handkerchiefs, this kind of thing, of course, the younger brothers and sisters who were engaged in special industries carry them with them.
Not only that, there were also all kinds of veils or scarfs, which were hung on the lapels all the time for the convenience of serving those big shots.
One of them was closest to Qi Zhuoyu, seeing that Qi Zhuoyu didn’t seem to have the intention of killing them, boldly took off the veil on the lapel, and offered it to Qi Zhuoyu with trembling hands.
Qi Zhuoyu pulled it over unceremoniously, and then used the veil woven from hundreds of sky water green silk for a few days as a rag, and wiped back and forth the blood spots on the sleeve that Feng Xuan had grabbed just now without mercy several times. But the white peach fragrance did not appear again, Qi Zhuoyu hastily wiped it twice before getting irritable and was prepared to leave here.
Who knew that the young entertainer who handed Qi Zhuoyu a veil just now had a sudden bold idea come to his mind.
People of low status like them were trained as singers and dancers since they were young, and as soon as one reached the age, they would be sent to the homes of high-ranking officials for some kind of amusement. It’s all right for a woman, if favored, there’d still be a way to be married out as a concubine. A boy like him had passed the best age of fifteen or sixteen years old, and his face was getting old. What awaited him was the end of his miserable life.
Today they were sent to Daming Palace to entertain the princes, originally they wanted to gain a future for themselves.
Who would have thought that the murderer in front would appear, without saying a word, he killed all the emperor’s sons and grandsons in his eyes. Thus the young entertainer simply and rudely decided in his heart that Qi Zhuoyu should be the more powerful person.
Just now he was too far away and couldn’t see clearly, but now when Qi Zhuoyu asked them for a handkerchief.
It was only then did the young entertainer see the man’s face clearly. His peach blossoms were shining, handsome and stunning. He only glanced once but his heart was already pounding wildly. There was such a handsome man in this world, it simply made people crazy upon seeing it.
Also seeing the spells he used, it was as if something that only immortals could use. If he could climb up to him, wouldn’t it be flying up to a branch in one day? What else are you doing as a mortal?
Moreover, he was closest to the entrance just now, but he heard a prince say with his own ears that this immortal gentleman married a mortal Dao companion and doted on him very much. He saw that although the mortal boy’s appearance could not be said to be ordinary and unremarkable, he was still pretty and cute if scrutinized. Looking dumb and ignorant, it was far worse than their soft and charming entertainers who depended on their faces for food.
Since that young man is so favored….
Why don’t you give it a shot?
Thus when Qi Zhuoyu was about to leave, the young entertainer boldly grabbed his clothes.
The voice was cowardly, soft, sweet and coquettish. “Immortal gentleman. This slave is willing to keep tonight a secret, simply asking the immortal gentleman to take pity on this poor slave being alone, and let this slave follow the immortal gentleman to be a lowly servant.”
After the young entertainer finished speaking, he looked at Qi Zhuoyu with a shy and timid smile with his beautiful eyes.
After waiting anxiously for a long time, when Qi Zhuoyu finally tilted his head, he appeared as if he was looking at his waist. The young entertainer gritted his teeth, thinking of the rapid rise in status in this life, thus he simply untied his clothes.
Qi Zhuoyu squatted down and touched the ground on one knee. The young entertainer looked at the handsome face zoomed in at a close distance and jumped.
As a result, in the next second, the expected tearing of his shirt did not happen.
Qi Zhuoyu pulled a piece of ice flower hibiscus jade from his waist, carved with the shape of a bunny, exquisite and unique. He remembered that Feng Xuan had a black brocade robe with round neck and narrow sleeves, with rabbit fur rolled around the edges, but a pendant on the pressed front was missing, this piece of jade was just right.
The young entertainer who was caught off guard by being robbed like a primary school student: ???
What’s going on, does this man know nothing about pity and consideration?? Is my figure, my appearance, and my character not as perfect as his stupid wife??
Before he could continue to speak weakly and softly, Qi Zhuoyu, who had finished robbing, glanced at the jade pendant and looked very satisfied.
By the way, he threw a lightning strike with a wave of his hand, and without blinking an eye, the ashes of this young entertainer were directly scattered.