C11

"How dare you! Eight thousand years old and you're still not bowing!" The sharp sound was like a long fingernail scraping against the marble floor. Everyone's ears were itching.

Chu Qinghuan frowned slightly. What, when did the Great Zhou appear out of thin air?

In the next instant, Old Mistress stood up and knelt down while trembling. Chu Qinghuan still did not understand what happened as the voices of all the women in the hall could be heard, "One thousand years, one thousand years, one thousand years."

What she saw was the bottom of a cloak, with golden threads and silver lines outlining the enchanting blooming of mana beads. They were like the brilliant flames of hell, and the owner's voice seemed to have two extremes, yet also seemed to resonate with them from afar.

"Impudent, blabbering and disturbing Old Mistress's birthday, doesn't that mean you are trying to make me hate you? Are you still not going to slap your face to apologize to Old Mistress? "

Chu Qinghuan couldn't help but smile. Killing a chicken for the monkey to see was a move that everyone tried and tested repeatedly. First Madame He Chujinxiu wanted to intimidate him, but now, she was 8,000 years old and was trying to intimidate all the women in the hall.

With these eight thousand years of age, the resounding sound of a slap could be heard. If Chu Qinghuan looked up, she would realize that the eunuch who had slapped his own face had a smile on his face, even though his cheeks were already swollen.

"I am eight thousand years old and my presence brings light to my humble dwelling. How could I dare to refuse?"

The right hand that Old Mistress was holding onto Chu Qinghuan trembled slightly. Even though she was kneeling beside Old Mistress, Chu Qinghuan could not see her face clearly.

"Then, I, the Regional Commander, would like to offer my blessings to the Eastern Ocean Old Mistress and wish him a longer life than Nanshan." With these words, a hand appeared in front of Old Mistress.

Those two hands were slender and slender, almost as if they were the bones of the fingers, the fine veins beneath the white jade like skin of the sheep were extremely clear, and the slender yet sharp nails reminded Chu Qinghuan of an eagle's beak, even to the point of a sharp blade, was intangible and could kill.

Looking at that hand, Chu Qinghuan became slightly absent-minded, but the enchanting voice of eight thousand years old sounded out in her ears, "What, is Second Miss convinced of my presence?"

The mana bead sandflower was right in front of her eyes, so much so that Chu Qinghuan could smell the light mana pearl sandflower.

"8000 years old. Qing Huan has just returned from the countryside. I don't know the etiquette. I hope to see you again at 8000 …" Chu Jinxiu raised his head, and was surprised to see that face. He stood there in a daze, staring at the eight thousand year old man.

She had once heard her father say that eight thousand years old was a monstrous genius, but why was this monstrous …

Chu Qinghuan could not help but frown, Chu Jinxiu would never forget to humiliate herself, it was just that, what kind of person was this eight thousand years old, to be able to make her act so impolitely, to the point where she could not even say a single word.

"Impudent, Prince did not allow you to speak, and you actually dared to speak without permission? "Still not …"

The eight-thousand year old gently waved his hand, and the eunuch behind him stopped abruptly, "It seems that our Director General's Imperial Guards is still strong enough to not catch him. To think that the Prime Minister's two thousand gold is this one, it's truly a beauty of the nation."

Imperial Guards? Chu Qinghuan was surprised. When the Great Zhou was first built, Emperor Gao Zu set up the hundred officials of the Imperial Guards Supervisory Office to eliminate the nobles and officials of the imperial family. However, later on, when Gao Zu Emperor abolished the Imperial Guards in his later years, he did not expect that the Imperial Guards would once again appear today.

No wonder the women in this hall were so afraid of this eight thousand year old. After all, the fame of having a night's worth of Imperial Guards didn't come from nowhere.

However, she didn't have any Imperial Guards in her previous life.

Chu Qinghuan frowned in thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw that the eight thousand year old slender, blade-like fingernail had actually grabbed onto Chu Jinxiu's chin. However, the smile on Chu Jinxiu's face looked forced. "Well said, subject girl, woman is …" Every time she spoke a word, the sharp pain on her chin grew even more intense. Chu Jinxiu even felt like that eight thousand year old slender fingernail had pierced into her flesh, causing her to no longer dare to speak.

She wanted to say that she was the eldest daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion, but the sharp pain on her chin seemed to still exist. After hesitating for a bit, Chu Jinxiu ultimately did not speak.

"Everyone, get up. To be kowtowed to by that person all day long, I think it must be the end of my life."

Chu Qinghuan slowly stood up, she only raised her head, and when she saw eight thousand years old, she was startled.

Chu Jinxiu had inherited the beauty of her mother's Madame Song, and was a well-deserved First Beauty in Capital. However, in the face of eight thousand years of age, she was nothing more than an undeserved reputation.

It was an unspeakably beautiful face, with the delicate features of a craftsman's craftsman's pen drawn so meticulously that it was impossible to distinguish between a male and a female. Her sword-like eyebrows that flew in the air at an angle seemed to use silver powder and cinnabar to outline the magnificence of a pearl, and her face was even more enchanting. However, her pure black phoenix eyes that did not have any other colors seemed to be a bottomless black hole, and also seemed like a deep yet pitch-black sea.

In sharp contrast to the color of his eyes was his mutton fat white jade like skin, to the point that it was hard to even describe that kind of white, almost transparent color. This made his lips appear even more thin, like a cut from a sharp sword, like scarlet, as if they were dyed red with blood.

He looked like a beautiful woman whose countenance was distorted, but he was also a beauty whose beauty could topple empires and topple empires. Looking at him was like seeing a demon crawling out of hell. They would feel fear in their hearts, but they would not be able to resist the urge to get closer.

It was no wonder that even a beauty like Chu Jinxiu, who had seen eight thousand years old, would find it hard to speak the word "devastatingly beautiful". Such a person was the most beautiful in the world, bewitching all living things.

However, Chu Qinghuan's eyes quickly drooped, as if she was intimidated by her eight thousand year old appearance.

"What is it? Second Miss has Old Mistress Chu's favor, are you not putting this Regional Commander in your eyes? "

Eight thousand years old lazily sat on the main seat, beneath him was a large patch of scarlet fur. It was spread out by the Imperial Guards of the two people who wore silvery-white flying fish clothing.

His nails lightly touched the forehead on Old Mistress placed on the table, showing a playful look in his eyes.

Chu Qinghuan crouched down once again, her movements extremely graceful. "Qing Huan doesn't dare to reply to Prince."

The corner of his lips curled up when he heard that, but his smile stopped at the corner of his eyes. "Really? We thought that the Second Miss Chu was unafraid of the heavens and the earth, but it turns out that there are times where they don't dare as well. "

The Old Mistress to the side trembled as she stood there. Looking at the eight thousand year old man who seemed to be acting against Chu Qinghuan for some unknown reason, she was also completely baffled.

Everyone in the hall seemed to be holding their breath. It was so quiet that one could clearly hear the sounds of eight thousand years old playing with tea.

"Or could it be that although Second Miss Chu says that she doesn't dare to, in her heart, he really wants to tear this Regional Commander's corpse into ten thousand pieces?"

The tea lid spun a few rounds around the tip of his finger, and along with the ending sound, it suddenly landed on the teacup. The clear sound of it hitting the porcelain almost caused everyone's heart to jump, including Chu Jinxiu's, to suck in a breath.

Although they were the women in the backyard and the young girl in the pavilion, they were extremely clear on the reputation of these eight thousand years old.

Emperor Xuanwu's favorite deceitful official, his beauty was unmatched, his hands were sinister and ruthless, killing others on his side, and he had committed a heinous crime, giving rise to a prison sentence … It was said that even the small children of the capital would want to hack him into a thousand pieces so that he could eat his flesh and drink his blood to quench his hatred.

But today, eight thousand years old actually personally asked Chu Qinghuan this question. The corner of Chu Jinxiu's eyes suddenly revealed a trace of glee. Regardless of whether Chu Qinghuan's answer was true or not, based on her eight thousand years of abnormal temper, she, Chu Qinghuan, was dead for sure today.

People eight thousand years old would never have a good ending.

Chu Qinghuan raised her head, met those bottomless eyes, and said with a clear voice. "If eight thousand years old thinks that Qing Huan is like this, Qing Huan has nothing to say.

Not a fish, but a fish?

I am not my son. Do you know that I do not know how to enjoy myself?

Since he was 8000 years old and wanted to use this method, Chu Qinghuan wouldn't mind helping him to the end. At the beginning, she had thought that it was just an illusion. After all, she had never met him at the age of eight thousand.

But now, no matter how confused she was, even if she had ten lives, it wouldn't be enough for her to waste. Although she didn't know why she would make things difficult for Chu Qinghuan, Chu Qinghuan's intuition told him that he wouldn't kill her.

"Prime Minister Chu is lucky." His words were all nonsense, but Chu Qinghuan knew that she had protected his little life. However, she had been entangled with these eight thousand years old words. It was likely that his life would not be peaceful from now on.

But what did peace matter? She was a demon that had walked out of hell's inferno. What she wanted to do was never to pray for peace.

An ice-cold feeling caressed his scalp, causing Chu Qinghuan's body to stiffen. He heard the low voice of the eight thousand years old singing, "This Second Miss Chu is really favored by this Regional Commander, this hairpin is for you."

A hairpin? Chu Qinghuan frowned slightly, but just as she was puzzled, she heard a soft "puchi" sound of laughter.

Hearing this laughter, the eight thousand years old man, who was about to leave under the escort of Imperial Guards, couldn't help but smile. "Lady Qian, why don't you go take a look at the house in the innermost corner of the well.

The smile on her face stiffened, and her entire face turned charcoal black. No wonder that fellow Shi Dajue had been leaving early and returning late all day, he had actually raised someone outside.

The Qian Family was so angry that their chests heaved, wishing they could immediately rush out to kill Shi Dajue. On the other side, Chu Jinxiu's figure suddenly moved, and hurriedly chased, "Prince, please wait."

Seeing that, the First Madame by the side had an anxious look on her face, wanting to stop her daughter. After all, the title of 'One Thousand Year Old' was already too famous, and she was already a step too late.

That eight thousand year old slowly turned around, but his gaze did not fall on Chu Jinxiu. "What is it?"