Las bellezas de la dinastía Song

Capítulo 133

The red stone bowl, which had been hastily covered with yellow soil by the Four Fools, has been unearthed again. In front of the stone bowl, several men in black stand quietly.

The person standing in the very center was wrapped in a thick cloak, his face was so pale it was almost transparent, his eyes were cold and deep, his face was thin and his lines were hard, yet he had an indescribable handsomeness, and his whole body exuded a natural aura of dominance and power.

He stared silently at the stone bowl at his feet for a long while before waving his hand.

A person stepped forward and, with a slight effort, spun the stone bowl up.

One circle, two circles, three circles... "Click!" The mechanism opened, and a slight, gloomy breeze blew out from the small hole behind him, carrying the unique coolness of the stone walls at night. It gently lifted a corner of his cloak, revealing his inner garment, a bright yellow collar.

"Your Highness?" someone asked softly.

I had been searching for the trail into the valley near this mountain, and yesterday morning I saw the four people enter through this stone path and never come out again.

He stood there quietly, seemingly calming himself down. After a long while, he spoke in a low, hoarse voice, "Enter the valley."

Chapter 302: The Small Courtyard

"Scholar, why do you never come to Mysterious Valley?" Qingyan asked with curiosity. She was even more curious about their master, who was said to have traveled the world long ago and whose fate had been unknown for many years.

The scholar scratched his head and chuckled, "My master didn't call me here."

Qingyan rolled her eyes, her gaze sweeping over Yuan Yuan, who had been fiddling around for quite some time. She grew impatient. "Hey, Yuan Yuan, are you ever going to stop? It's been so long, and you still haven't figured out how to get in?" She'd gone through so much trouble to avoid that rascal; what if they got caught? Um, it seems they're doing something thieving. Please, have some thieving ethics! Hurry up!

Yuan Yuan's face flushed red. He opened his mouth, about to argue, when Jin Ling suddenly darted in from outside, hissing incessantly. He put a finger to his lips, his expression a mixture of nervousness and excitement. "Master, Master, a beautiful sister has come into the courtyard! She'll be here in a minute! What should we do? What should we do?"

Jin Ling squeezed through the crowd in a panic before she could finish her sentence. Yuan Yuan was completely cut off, almost choking, and his hand trembled. The four of them immediately held their breath.

This is a forbidden area in the Valley of Mystery. A small courtyard has been secretly hidden using a Bagua formation.

The courtyard looked very ordinary, and everything inside was no different from any other independent courtyard in the Mysterious Valley. However, it would be strange for Qingyan to believe that such a mysterious place held no secrets at all! Curiosity overloaded her; she had finally seized such a good opportunity and didn't want to be dragged out by Moyu with a dark face before figuring out the oddities of this place.

The five of them huddled behind the door, not daring to move. They heard footsteps approaching, "thump, thump," crisp yet heavy, as if the girl was carrying something in her hands.

The footsteps finally stopped at the door, and you could almost see her slender hand reaching towards the door where everyone was hiding. The four huddled together behind Qingyan trembled quietly.

Qingyan suddenly lowered her head, met Songhu's gaze, and her lips moved slightly.

A knowing smile and a hint of eeriness flashed across Songhu's eyes. Qingyan smiled, nodded, and let go. The white figure in her arms darted onto the windowsill with a whoosh, leisurely stretched out its paw, pushed open the window, and gently jumped down to the ground.

A scream followed by a loud "bang!" and a gush of liquid.

An enraged voice yelled, "You damned pine fox! I'll kill you... Oh, my clothes..." Footsteps echoed erratically as someone ran around the yard, seemingly chasing after something.

Qingyan covered her mouth, trying to suppress her laughter until her stomach ached.

Chapter 303: Frustration

Suddenly, the maid outside slipped and screamed, clattering as if she had fallen. Enraged, she yelled, "You damned fox, just you wait! I'll tell the young master..."

According to the Nth rule of Qingyan's Law, the master's merit is also the disciple's merit, and the disciple's merit is still the disciple's merit. This is especially true when it comes to bullying others.

Qingyan scoffed at the girl's tattling, her eyes crinkling with smug satisfaction. What? Tell Moyu? Heh heh, go ahead, go ahead. By then she'll have already figured out the secret she wants to know. She can just sneak out of the valley anyway; she's not afraid of him at all.

hey-hey...

The maid, her clothes soaked through, walked out, her voice choked with sobs, "...Tell the young master to never let you follow our young mistress around all day again...Let's see how smug you are now...you damned fox..."

Qingyan continued to smile smugly, her eyes crinkling, her eyebrows arching... But before she could finish, her eyes widened in shock—What?! What young mistress?! When did this valley have a mistress?!

"Young Master," "Young Madam"? *Sigh*

What that brat said... could it be... her?!

Qingyan jumped up in frustration, slammed the door open, put her hands on her sides, and shouted fiercely, "Hey, you wretched girl, stop right there! What did you just say?!"

The maid, who had just reached the door, was startled when someone suddenly jumped out of the empty room behind her. She nearly stumbled when she turned around, stammering, "Qing...Qingyan...you...what are you doing here?"

Qingyan ignored her, her face darkening. "What did you just say?"

"No, he didn't say anything?" the maid asked, bewildered.

"Who are you calling the young mistress?" Qingyan asked fiercely.

The maid paused, wanting to laugh but not daring to, and quickly bowed. "So, young mistress, you don't know that the bracelet on your wrist is the token of our mistress's identity. It's just that since the young master hasn't married you yet, we servants dare not speak so presumptuously..."

She was first teased by Songhu and was furious, and now she was startled by Qingyan. While bowing, she gripped the door frame tightly with one hand. Her clothes were soaking wet and clung to her body, making her look even paler and pitiful.

A pang of pity welled up in Qingyan's heart. Just as she was about to say something, she suddenly realized something and jumped up. She desperately tried to pull off the silver-white streamlined bracelet on her left wrist, but she couldn't.

For a moment, Qingyan was so frustrated that she just wanted to howl to the heavens. Aaaaaaaahh ...

"—You damned Mo Yu, get out here right now!"

Chapter 304: Letter Smoke

The bracelet is neither jade nor silver; it is entirely silvery-white, yet purer than silver, almost icy in its clarity. Wearing it gives a cool sensation. Neither round nor oval, it has a streamlined shape, flowing gently around the wrist like water. The bracelet is intricately engraved with delicate, antique patterns.

It was on the day they entered the valley that Mo Yu took it down from a shrine and handed it to her while showing her around the sect.

As he handed it over, Mo Yu was telling her some interesting stories about the valley. Passing the shrine, his eyes caught sight of a bracelet, so he casually took it off and handed it to her. She, engrossed in listening, didn't even realize that she had instinctively taken it and slipped it onto her wrist.

Afterwards, when she saw the bracelet, she vaguely remembered what had happened. However, since Mo Yu didn't mention it, she didn't take it seriously and quickly forgot about it.

Who knew, who knew, that this bracelet was actually the token of the female lead in Mo Yu's sect?! No wonder it was enshrined on the shrine back then?!

That damned fox—

Qingyan's teeth were itchy, and she was so angry that her nose almost twisted.