Shen Yu turned his head in confusion and looked at the piece of cloth in Qianmo Qingcheng's hand. He was startled and actually kept silent.
There was a somewhat strange look on Junyi's face, and he stared at the strip of cloth in Qianmo Qingcheng's hand for a moment, or to be precise, he stared at the three words on the strip.
Qianmo Qingcheng placed the cloth strip in the palm of her hand, her fingertips lightly condensed, and a purple light spot bloomed on the golden cloth strip. As she breathed, the cloth strip disappeared invisible when it touched the purple light spot.
Looking at the empty palms, Shen Yu still didn't come back to his senses, as if he was in it without being disturbed by the outside world.
Qian Mo Qingcheng gently patted Shen Yu's shoulder, her stunning face filled with uncertainty, "Shen Yu, that person..."
That person refers to the person mentioned on the banner just now.
Shen Yu smiled dryly, feeling a little embarrassed, "Boss's life is at stake. This matter is on my shoulders, but I'm not sure whether that person is willing to treat him or not."
Qian Mo Qingcheng pursed her lips and nodded. That person had a rather strange temperament, but he had heard about it.
But he has never met her. The only person who knows her is Shen Yu.
Shen Yu glanced at Yun Luoxue on the soft couch, clenched her fingers slightly, and gradually twisted them into a fist in her sleeves.
The boss's life cannot be delayed.
Even if it's difficult, he will try his best.
The flowers are blooming and the fragrance is lingering.
Emerald green gauze curtains are hung in layers in a pavilion, and the pure emerald green is like streams of clear water flowing down from the vast sky.
The pavilion is called Qingshui Pavilion.
Qingshui Pavilion is built around the water, surrounded by the rippling clear water of Qinghu Lake.
The pavilion is located in the center of Bihu Lake.
The size of Bihu Lake is comparable to a modern football field, and it is located in Lianyishui Villa.
Qingshui Pavilion is not built with a stone bridge or a bamboo bridge.
It is completely independent from Bihu Center.
The only person who can reach Qingshui Pavilion is the owner of Lianyi Villa.
Lotus flowers cover the entire green lake. From a distance, Qingshui Pavilion looks like a cluster of flowers, standing among the flowers all over the lake. It is magnificent and adds a unique beauty to the Ripple Villa.
At this time, in the Qingshui Pavilion, a woman was lying on a couch, wearing a green gauze skirt. Her fingers as thin as green jade twisted a grape in the fruit plate on the jade table, and playfully tossed it in the air.
A purple grape was thrown into Yingtan's small mouth.
Putting his hands on his sides, Luo Shang was half-slippery, revealing his slender arms like snow lotus roots.
The thin legs were tilted up, revealing a pair of jade feet, which were crystal clear.
Hidden in the pavilion, hidden in the sun, if any man saw it, he would be fascinated and fall under this woman's pomegranate skirt. "Master of the village, Mr. Shen Yu is here to visit."
On the jade table, there was a bamboo tube, and the sound came from the bamboo tube.
It was the voice of a maid.
Because Qingshui Pavilion is built in the middle of clear water and there is no bridge across it, except for those with spiritual energy who can enter Qingshui Pavilion, no one else can enter.
All the maids and maids in Ripple Villa have aura, but their aura is relatively low.
If you use spiritual energy to enter Qingshui Pavilion, there will be no problem.
It's just that the owner of Lianyi Villa has an order. No one is allowed to enter Qingshui Pavilion without her order. Otherwise, they will be killed without mercy.
Therefore, the tool for communicating is the bamboo tube placed on the jade table. This is a microphone with a small built-in mechanism that can receive the voice of a specific person.
And there is also a messenger.
When the woman heard the report from the bamboo tube, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. She pondered for a long time, then a playful smile appeared on her lips. Her words were like pearls, clear and cool: "Just say that the owner of the village is not here."
"yes."
A respectful voice of agreement came from the microphone.
The woman was still eating grapes leisurely, her eyes were like blue water, elegant and penetrating, looking at the lotus flowers in the blue lake.