Chapter Thirty-Three Misunderstanding

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  Wei Zhao felt that he couldn't carve anymore if he stayed there any longer, so he stood up and said to Yiyun: "Miss Yiyun, may I go inside and sit for a while?"

  Feng Youli and Chu Han were calculating each other, both with wide eyes, extremely shocked, but immediately afterwards, their eyes spewed fire, and their faces turned black in an instant.

  Chu Han sneered: "Isn't Miss Yvonne's boudoir a place where men can enter at will? Doesn't Brother Wei think that the request is too excessive and difficult for people to fulfill?"

  Feng Youli's face was gloomy, and he sneered, "Brother Wei probably doesn't really think he's the number one talent in Jinling, does he?"

  Yi Yun had previously invited him in, but these two didn't know, and she herself was willing to compromise a bit, it didn't matter. Now that Chu Hanfeng was being polite, she couldn't agree with Wei Zhao again. Her pretty face showed a difficult expression, but she secretly gave Wei Zhao a glance.

  Wei Xiao said, only to suddenly remember that it was not appropriate to enter the woman's room at this time. Looking at Chu Hanfeng and You Liang, both of whom had furious expressions, he hesitated for a moment before saying, "How about you three go in instead?"

  As soon as Wei Zhao's words fell, Yi Yun directly shot him a resentful glance, but Wei Zhao was hesitant with a distant gaze and didn't notice.

  Chu Han's face was flushed with excitement. He would have been more than happy to enter the inner chamber of the lady, but Feng Youli was absolutely not allowed to enter.

  Polite but not confused, despite the tempting proposal, he sternly and coldly snorted: "We scholars would never make such an unseemly and abrupt move, Brother Wei, what do you mean by this?"

  Wei Zhuo rolled his eyes and felt like a bunch of crows were flying around his head. Some people just can't be offended, no matter who they hurt.

  Wei Zhao felt that what he just said was a bit off-key, shook his head and sat down, holding the still blurry carving, and said to the three of them, "But you guys are affecting my carving."

  The three of them were taken aback at the same time, their faces pale and strange, staring at each other in dismay.

  All are inferior, only reading is superior. Although Daqi has not reached this level, readers are still a class above others. The idea that "rare skills and cleverness are lowly professions" has already deeply penetrated the bones of the people of Daqi. Wei Xiao holds up his wooden carving and says to them, "But you're affecting my work." They can't accept it at once, and they all stare blankly, stunned.

  "Gu Gongzi, is this very important to you?" Yi Yun was the first to come back to her senses, looking at Wei Zhao with a strange expression.

  Wei Zhu stared at the wooden carving in his hand, shook his head and said, "It's not me, it's you."

  Her face slightly flushed with a hint of red, she gazed at the wooden carving in Wei Zhao's hand, her cherry lips pursed lightly as she whispered, "Is Young Master Wei carving me?"

  Chu Han's face turned bright red, another man was carving his own heart on her face, his hands were freely caressing, his eyes were lecherously... He suddenly burst into rage, a surge of fury erupted from his heart.

  But he endured it, waiting for Wei Zhao to acknowledge him, and then...and then...he still didn't know what would happen next.

  Feng Youli's face was twitching with anger, his eyes coldly staring at the sculpture in Wei Zhao's hand, his fists clenched tightly, his hatred for Wei Zhao already beyond measure.

  Wei Zhao raised his head and glanced at her, seeing that her pretty face was like jade, with a hint of shyness in her gentle expression. He paused for a moment before lowering his head again to gesture with the wooden stick in his hand, saying calmly: "It's not."

  As I listened to the rhyme, her tense and pretty face relaxed a bit, and she secretly let out a sigh of relief in her heart, but also felt a little inexplicable loss.

  Chu Han's iron-green face changed, his swollen chest suddenly deflated, and he let out a loud sigh of relief. Looking at Wei Xiao, his eyes had a hint of a smile, and his anger turned into friendliness.

  Feng Youli's heart was filled with discontent, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a stern expression occasionally flashed across his face. He was still guessing what kind of relationship Wei Xiao and Yi Yun had. The two people had not explained their relationship from the beginning to now, and they would occasionally exchange ambiguous glances.

  "Could it be that he gave it to Yiyun as a token of their engagement?" With this guess, Feng Youli's gaze towards Wei Zhao became even colder.

  Chu Han let out a sigh of relief, and his pale fingers slowly relaxed, only to discover that the palm of his hand had been cut by his fingernails, with thin streams of fresh blood flowing out. His expression changed in an instant, and as he stared at the blood in his hand, he felt dizzy and began to sway, almost falling backwards.

  Feng Youli was taken aback, hastily supporting him, and asked in a strange tone: "Brother Chu, what's wrong with you?"

  Yi Yun's pretty face also showed a look of concern, and she frowned: "Didn't you just get better?"

  Chu Han's face was pale, his lips trembling, and he was sweating profusely. His right hand shook as he raised it.

  Feng Youli was even more surprised, hastily holding down his hand and anxiously saying: "Brother Chu, what's wrong with you? Speak up, do we need to call a doctor?"

  Chu Han's face suddenly turned even paler, and with a cry of "ah", he fainted and fell to the ground. Feng Youli, who had been pretending to be concerned, went to support him but didn't use any strength, so when Chu Han fainted, he directly rolled onto the floor.

  Yi Yun suddenly became anxious, hastily stood up and said to the servant: "Quickly, quickly go invite a doctor." If at this time Chu Han had something happen to him here, then even ten mouths would not be able to explain it clearly.

  Lan'er was already nervous with a small face, and as soon as she heard Yiyun's words, she hastily responded and ran out.

  Wei Xiao suddenly stopped carving and looked at Chu Han who was motionless on the ground, saying calmly: "Give him a slap."

  Feng Youli's face turned serious as he listened, and he said in a deep voice to Wei Zuo: "Brother Wei, human life is at stake, how can we be frivolous!"

  Wei Zhao turned his head and looked at him carefully, nodding: "Yes, indeed. Lan'er, you support Chu Gongzi, let Feng Gongzi go invite the doctor. Jinling City is more familiar to him, and he knows more people."

  Feng Youli's face turned red with rage, his neck thickening as he bellowed, "Wei Qiao, you...!" His actions were naturally deliberate, but in front of the beauty, he had to put on a show of being chivalrous.

  Yi Yun slightly furrowed her brow and ignored them, saying to the two people standing by the railing: "Leave quickly."

  Wei Zhuo's right hand struck again, saying lightly: "Doctors are not allowed in, and coming in is also useless."

  As soon as Wei Zhao's words fell, Feng Youli's expression immediately turned furious, and he stood up, glaring at Wei Zhao and roaring: "Wei Zhao, you've repeatedly blocked Yinyin Miss from inviting a doctor. What is your intention? Do you want to see Chu die?! Or are you afraid that the Buddhist conference will lose to Chu, so you want to harm him?"

  Seemingly righteous and stern, but actually vicious and poisonous.

  Life is at stake, and even Yvonne can't be careless. Even if Wei Xiao has talent, she can't control it now. She coldly said to the guard: "Go quickly."

  Lan'er hastily nodded and hesitated for a moment, looking at Wei Qiao, then quickly turned around and rushed out the door.

  Wei Xiao shook his head slightly, looking at Feng Youli's triumphant smile and then at Yi Yun's tense face, silently sighing: 'No culture, really scary.'

  Weizuo waved his right hand, and Xiangqian immediately understood and leaned in close. Weizuo whispered something in her ear. Xiangqian nodded repeatedly, then picked up the remaining tea from Weizuo's cup and ran to Chuhuan, pouring it down his throat. The liquid splashed all over Chuhuan's face with a "plop".

  The little face was complacent and wiped his mouth, secretly thinking in his heart 'the tea that the young master drinks is really good'. If Wei Xiao heard this, he would inevitably get another scolding.

  Feng Youli immediately seized the opportunity to attack, his face red with rage, and loudly rebuked: "Wei Qiao, what are you doing? Chu brother is already like this, and you still want to humiliate him! Are you still a scholar? Are you still studying the classics of the sages?"

  At this moment, she didn't remember how extraordinary Wei Zhao's talent was, nor who appreciated it. With a cold and pretty face, her beautiful eyes were stern as she stared straight at Wei Zhao, shouting: "Young Master Wei, human life cannot be belittled!"

  Cough cough

  The voices of the two men rose and fell in front and back, Chu Han, who was lying on the ground, suddenly shook his body and started coughing.

  Xianglian was startled and her face tightened, she turned around and ran towards Wei Zhao's back. She thought that as long as she was with Master, everything would be safe.

  Yi Yun and Feng You Li were stunned, who was it that woke them up? And why did she run away?

  Chu Han's eyes blinked, and his brain suddenly felt dizzy, for a moment he was confused and didn't know what to do. When he supported himself with his hands and sat up, he lowered his head, and his face turned pale again.

  "Ah..."

  Suddenly, Chu Han let out a loud cry and his head, which had just been lifted, fell back down.

  Fainted again.