Ink Blade Chapter 36 (Part 1)
Translated by Sylver
Chapter 36.1 Confused Poison Guardian (part 1)
Just as Chu Yan expected, Ying Dian arrived in Changqing that afternoon. This cool girl in sapphire blue martial uniform was the only woman among the four shadow guardians of the Jiuzhong Palace. She was good at using hidden weapons and poisons.
In order to be wary of secretly probing eyes and ears, Chu Yan calculated the time and sent Ying Yu to pick up Ying Dian outside the city. The girl wore a bamboo hat and a long robe and quietly entered Changqing, she didn't even pay a visit to the palace master and went first to the Shuijing Tower.
It had been half a year since Ying Feng and Ying Yu were sent outside, and the two shadow guardians had not seen each other for a long time. On the way, Ying Yu couldn’t bear it and first gave her the poisonous insect he bought the day before as a gift.
Then he said with a smile, "Sister Ah Dian, don't you keep such a straight face, we’re no strangers. Ai, I was just about to ask elder sister, Brother Mo and the Palace Master..."
Upon hearing this, Ying Dian's expression changed slightly, "What happened to Guard Mo? Was he punished again? Did he really provoke the Palace Master?"
"Ah, provoke?"
Ying Yu shook his head like a rattle, "No, no, no..."
He touched his nose and recounted the strange atmosphere between Mo Ren and Chu Yan these days, and finally asked, "...Fourth Elder Sister, in the end, do you know what happened between Brother Mo and the Palace Master?"
Ying Dian was also confused when she heard it, and said blankly, "Guard Mo... He was just punished by the Palace Master and sent to the Punishment Hall a few days ago..."
Ying Yu: "!?"
Ying Dian: "But I heard that he was taken out by the Palace Master before the torture was completed, and the Medicine Hall was kept busy all night."
Ying Yu breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the palace master must have punished him excessively and felt heartbroken.
But then Ying Yu frowned in embarrassment. "Then...then Guard Mo privately mobilized the secret guards of the Dark Hall."
Ying Yu: "!?"
Ying Dian: "And also secretly locked up the Young Master Bai."
Ying Yu: “!??”
The woman in blue had a complicated expression and unconsciously rubbed her wrists and said, "You also know your eldest brother's temper. Not to mention us, even Miss Qiu Jin couldn't persuade him to stay. I thought that Guard Mo was going to be punished by the Palace Master again. How could it be……..like what you just said?”
Ying Yu said blankly. "I, if I want to know, would I still ask you?"
"......."
"Let it pass." In the end, Ying Dian shook her head hesitantly, and the Shuijing Tower was already in front of her, "As subordinates, we should first focus on completing the orders of the Palace Master."
She put the bamboo hat on her head and said, "There is no need to send it inside anymore. As for Guard Mo and the Palace Master..."
The female guardian sighed softly, "The two of them have known each other since childhood. No matter what happens, it's not up to you or me to interrupt. If you are really worried, it is better to wait for Miss Qiu Jin and discuss it with her."
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"It is said that the Jiuzhong Palace is a gathering place of strange and extraordinary people and talents, and it is indeed well-deserved."
Early the next morning, Xu Fangchuan, who came to visit, sighed.
"You flatter too much." Chu Yan, who was sitting across from him, responded calmly. His attention was entirely on the paper in his hand. Above were black and white words on it, listing the poison ingredients that Ying Dian identified in less than half a day.
Strange and extraordinary... isn’t that right? In his previous life, he was ambushed.
While he was in a trance, there were gentle footsteps behind him. Suddenly, there was a tea tray on the table in front of him, and a slightly pale hand stretched out, placing the warmed pots and cups in front of him and Xu Fangchuan one by one.
Mo Ren's expression was very serious when he was pouring tea. A few strands of black hair were placed next to his fair earlobes, swaying slightly with the movements of his hands. The refreshing fragrance of tea spread along with the sound of pouring water, making people calm down unconsciously.
With a soft sound, the exquisite teacup and cup holder were placed in front of Chu Yan. "Master, please."
"Ah Ren." When he reached out to pick up the tea offered by Mo Ren, Chu Yan didn't notice how much warmth filled his eyes.
He lifted the cup to his mouth, and the tip of his tongue tasted a tinge of bitterness.
Sure enough...it is a taste that is indistinguishable from the distant and vague memories. It's hard to believe that Mo Ren, who has not touched the tea set for several years, can still achieve such a high extent.
Chu Yan couldn't help but sigh in his heart: According to this person’s temperament, he is relentless, he probably practiced it secretly in hiding a few days ago.
"Young Master Xu, please." Mo Ren served tea to Xu Fangchuan also. The impeccable etiquette made Xu Fangchuan a little uncomfortable, so he quickly took it with both hands.
——After all, he had seen Mo Ren's martial arts, and coupled with the reputation of "The Sharp Sword of the Jiuzhong Palace" spread across the world, he had long regarded him as a cold-blooded and murderous expert.
But who would have expected that this "cold and murderous" expert would now be brewing fragrant tea with a green pot in his hand?
Moreover, the standard of his movements is no less than that of a young master from an aristocratic family, giving him a sense of refreshing and elegant charm.
...Although it is quite a waste of talent.
Pouring tea and welcoming guests? Is this a matter for a guard to do? Which bodyguard would do such a job of waiting on people? This Palace Master Chu is clearly using the sharp blade as a servant girl!
Xu Fangchuan was secretly indignant. He lowered his head and took a sip of tea, his eyes lit up. He couldn't help but praise, "Good tea, Young Master Mo's skills are great!"
Forget it, what waste of talent, he should just stop meddling in that business...
"Ah, that's natural." Before Mo Ren said anything, Chu Yan answered rather proudly.
"...Master," Mo Ren bent down behind the palace master, frowned and asked in a low voice, "this subordinate hasn't made tea for a long time, and don’t know if it's still good enough to drink..."
"Silly words!" Chu Yan laughed, pulled Mo Ren to sit beside him, and pushed the teacup into his hand, "Come, try it yourself and see if it's to your liking."
