Chapter 88: 44.1: 44.1

Translator – Xiao He Lian

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Chapter 44.1

Although Wen Chi didn’t know that man, from the noisy whispers around him, he knew that the man was General Lin who had been very popular in recent years.

Of course, the man’s identity was not important, what was important is that he found a guqin from nowhere and then walked to the open space in the middle under the eyes of everyone who was staring at him in shock and fear.

After all, the Grand Princess is someone who has seen the world. She was the first to react and immediately ordered the two maidservants to prepare the tables and chairs.

General Lin put the guqin on the low table, bent over and sat down.

“I will be playing the song ‘Butterfly’, I’m going to make a fool of myself.”

After General Lin finished speaking, the pair of hands that were used to swords jumped on the strings, his ten fingers plucking the strings exceptionally skillfully, as if he had been playing the zither for a long time.

At the same time, the soft and gentle tune covered the pin drop silence arena.

Not to mention whether the song is pleasant to the ears or not, just the scene of the tall, burly and brave General Lin playing the guqin in public is enough to frighten a lot of people, except for Shi Jin who is staring straight at General Lin and and Shi Ye who is expressionless like an outsider, everyone else present looked like they had seen a ghost and even the smile on the face of the Grand Princess who was extremely self-controlled gradually cracked.

The person who was most shocked was Wen Chi.

He remembered that the song “Butterfly” should have been played by Wen Liang, and if he was not mistaken, the guqin that General Lin was playing was a relic of the original owner’s mother and one of the props that helped Wen Liang capture Shi Jin at the Peach Blossom Banquet, so how did it end up in General Lin’s hands?

There was great doubt in Wen Chi’s wide-open almond eyes, he couldn’t figure it out no matter what, he felt like he had fallen into the clouds wrapped in fog and his feet couldn’t land on the ground.

He scratched his head depressedly. Since he couldn’t figure it out, he didn’t want to. He reached out to touch the cup of tea on the table. Just now he ate too many snacks and wanted to drink tea to moisten his throat.

But as soon as his fingertips touched the porcelain surface, he was hit by something as hard as a pebble on the back of his hand, which made him cry out in pain and immediately retracted his hand.

He hissed in pain, rubbed the back of his hands frantically, and looked down, only to see a red mark on his fair skin and the skin there was torn but it wasn’t bleeding.

Wen Chi suppressed the anger in his heart, turned his head and looked around.

However, the people sitting near him were all attracted by the shocking scene of General Lin playing the guqin and no one noticed him at all. He searched for a long time but he couldn’t find the suspect who hit him with a pebble.

So Wen Chi took a breath, calmed down and could only continue to stare at General Lin’s side face in a daze. After thinking wildly for a while, he remembered that he had forgotten to drink water, so he reached out to touch the cup of tea on the table.

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This time he paid special attention but he still didn’t find any suspect who might hit him with a pebble, so he boldly picked up the teacup, put it to his lips and was about to take a sip when the pebble came again and accurately hit him on the back of his hand again.

Wen Chi, who was suddenly hit again, his fingertips trembled and the unsteady teacup fell straight down.

Seeing that the teacup was about to be knocked over on Wen Chi’s leg, the next moment it was firmly grasped by a hand that suddenly stretched out. This hand came from below and long and slender bony fingers just wrapped around the whole teacup. The teacup was of blue and white porcelain and at first glance there is nothing special about it but now that it is grasped by this beautiful hand, it looks like a handicraft that should be treasured.

At this moment, Wen Chi suddenly understood the importance of a hand model and it was a pity that the owner of this hand did not become a hand model.

Oh no……

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That’s not the point!

Wen Chi hurriedly stopped the thoughts that were about to drift to the Pacific Ocean, his almond eyes were filled with anger and he frowned and looked at the owner of this hand: “Are you the one hitting me…”

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly fell silent.

Because he looked up and saw Shi Ye’s cold face.

Today, Shi Ye was wearing that pure black half-face mask but he couldn’t resist the charm of his face in the slightest. The other half of his face was as gorgeous as a lotus in the water and he couldn’t take his eyes off it but his eyes were extremely daunting and frightening.

Even though there was some distance between Wen Chi and Shi Ye, he seemed to be able to see the cold air coming out from Shi Ye.

Shi Ye put the teacup in front of Wen Chi but he didn’t pull back, so that the bottom of the porcelain made a crisp sound when it hit the table.

Wen Chi quietly rubbed the back of his hand with two red marks. He glanced at the pebbles that fell by his feet and after a closer look, he realized that they were not pebbles at all but candies used to entertain guests at the banquet.

Wen Chi: “…”

Yes, there is mud in front and candy in the back. Anyway, you can play whatever you have at hand, which is very in line with Shi Ye’s style.

Wen Chi felt aggrieved, his brows were wrinkled, he wanted to ask Shi Ye why he hit him with the candies but he didn’t dare to ask, he didn’t dare to drink tea and in the end he could only shrink his shoulders pitifully and look at the tea in front of him helplessly .

He really wants to drink water woo woo woo woo woo…1Wen Chi crying LOL

Perhaps Wen Chi’s gaze was too desperate and after a while, that beautiful hand stretched out again, holding a cup of tea in his palm.

Wen Chi’s mouth was so dry that he didn’t even look at the person who handed him the tea. He picked up the cup of tea and gulped down the tea in it.

After holding the teacup with both hands and putting it back, Wen Chi realized that the cup of tea was not his, but the one that Shi Ye drank a few sips and there might be some saliva left by Shi Ye in it.

Wen Chi stared at the teacup for a while and continued pretending not to know anything.

He said with seemingly heartfelt gratitude, “Many thanks to His Highness the Crown Prince.”

Instead of answering his words, Shi Ye suddenly asked out of nowhere: “Does it look good?”

Wen Chi was dumbfounded.

Shi Ye seemed to be kind enough to repeat: “Lin Zhe plays the zither, is it good?”

Lin Zhe is the name of General Lin who replaced the protagonist shou in the plot.

Wen Chi didn’t understand what Shi Ye wanted to express and of course he didn’t dare to ask, he hunched his shoulders, hesitated for a moment, then nodded cautiously: “It’s okay.”

As soon as the words fell, Shi Ye’s eyes turned colder by several degrees and he said, “Keep watching then.”

1Wen Chi crying LOL

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