Chapter 142 - Neither of them are good

"What do you mean men and women keep distance? I'm a generation younger than Aunt Liu. Whatever's going on in your head is dirty!"

"What a generation younger? You're not related! She has brothers, but they didn't even sit at the same table when they were seven! Ignorant!"

The corner of Liu Yusheng's forehead throbbed. She turned around and said, "Aunt Hong, can you make them shut up?"

"I can," Wei Hong struck, and they were both instantly silenced.

She clicked on their mute acupoint.

Wei Hong felt no pressure in tapping His Majesty's mute acupoint at all.

She didn't know him.

The two people who couldn't speak looked at Liu Yusheng, their eyes equally startled and aggrieved.

Like two long-haired dogs silent accusing her.

"Let's go. We have to get going," Liu Yusheng instructed Da Huang, ignoring the two dogs, "Da Huang, take out the cough cream you brought. We'll have to put it on display later."

The group of five people finally set off quietly.

Liu Yusheng stopped dead in his tracks, not expecting to see Feng Qingbai at the door of the courtyard.

Garbed in a dark purple brocade robe, he stood tall there, slim and graceful, standing next to the carriage. His eyes faintly swept her, as if he's been waiting for her.

Their eyes met, but nobody said a word.

Qian Wanjin's eyes were about to pop out. He stretched his head in front of Liu Yusheng and waved his two hands messily: W-wu-wu-wu!

What's going on?! Who is this person, Lucky Nannan? Did you meet him yesterday, too? How many people did you meet from the long time I was gone?

Mo Feng dropped his half-lidded eyes and folded his hands in front of him, looking particularly behaved. But deep in his heart, he was grinning ear to ear. He originally wanted to tell them that his imperial uncle would accompany him, but they clicked his mute acupuncture point. Nyehehehe.

Across from him, Feng Qingbai nodded towards them, and then said, "Mo Feng, get in the carriage now."

"Wu-wu-wu!" Mo Feng immediately ran over with his tail wagging, not forgetting to point at his mouth, and then at Wei Hong, complaining.

Wei Hong looked to the sky.

"If you'll make noise again, I'll use this method in the future," the man flicked his wide sleeves and said softly.

Mo Feng, "…" He released his acupoint, but he no longer had the guts to make noise.

It was because Aunt Liu was his uncle's person so he was being partial, wasn't it?

Mo Feng saw through the vicissitudes in an instant.

After calling out to Mo Feng, the man never looked in their direction again.

Liu Yusheng pursed the corners of her lips, and walked toward the Qian's carriage without blinking.

He failed to catch the man's subtle glance at her before he got in the carriage.

She didn't know what was wrong with her, but she sulked all of a sudden, or more like in a fit of pique.

In short, she felt very uncomfortable and disheartened.

In fact, she knew that she unconsciously substituted Axiu for Feng Qingbai.

Even if it was only a moment, that certain moment was still wrong of her.

If it were him, he would have forgotten about her long ago. How could she wait until now to mourn a person who has left her?

"Nuh-uh."

Someone kicked Liu Yusheng's foot. When she looked up, a pig's grimace confronted her face.

Qian Wanjin's thumb pushed his nose up while his palms rested on both sides of his face. When Liu Yusheng looked up, he went "hnk-hnk-hnk-hnk!"

Liu Yusheng: "…pfft!"

Wei Hong almost choked.

Young Master Qian's skills were, ah…If he couldn't speak, he could squeal through his nose like a pig.

Seeing Liu Yusheng laughing, Qian Wanjin was immediately energized. He changes into different kinds of faces, just like in a mime, and peals of laughter filled the carriage.

In the end, Wei Hong raised her hand and relieved him of his mute acupoint, "Young Master, please let us go."

If she let him continue, she could die of laughter.

Qian Wanjin threw his head back, squatted in the limited space of the carriage, puckered for a duck walk and dubbed, "Quack, quack quack!"

Hfft, it was too late.

"…" Liu Yusheng died of laughter, and Wei Hong has gone mad.

When the carriage arrived at the convention venue, the depressed atmosphere in the carriage had been swept away.

Although the hour was still early, the venue was already crowded, and many of the stalls allocated to the merchants have already been set up with exhibited goods.

Liu Yusheng and his group got out of the carriage, ready to find their own stalls to put up their goods before they could wander around.

"Aunt Liu, Aunt Liu!" The boy who alighted from the carriage almost at the same time as they did, yelled again, "Where are you going now? Take me with you because I've never been to the convention before, lest I make a fool of myself."

Qian Wanjin looked askance at him. "Go play your own game, we play our own. It's not like you have no one with you! Also, Lucky Nannan isn't much older than you, so you should call her 'elder sister'!"

"My uncle has never been to the convention either," the boy blinked, automatically ignoring the rest of the sentence.

The man in the brocade robe behind him paused at his words, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"…" Qian Wanjin had a feeling that neither of them were good guys.

The boy also blinked his eyes at Liu Yusheng, hiding a look that hinted at a complaint, if you don't take me out to play, no one else will. I'm so lonely all by myself, you are a big bad guy.

"Let's go together." Liu Yusheng held her forehead.

She was softened because she remembered him saying yesterday that he was always alone. He had no one to play with, and that his uncle didn't like to talk to him much.

It was absolutely nothing more than that.

"Aunt Liu, what are we going to do now?" The boy was curious about everything.

"We'll go find the booth that they assigned us and put our merchandise on display."

"And sell the merchandise?"

"It's kind of a sale. When you show the merchandise and someone is interested in buying it, you can pay a deposit to place an order."

With the boy present, Qian Wanjin hardly found an opportunity to interject. The boy was too talkative.

Fortunately, the boy was a little young, and he was unlikely to fall for Lucky Nannan. The main thing he had to guard against was the one walking quietly behind him.

Dogs that bite didn't bark.

If he didn't watch closely, how was he going to explain to Grandpa and Grandma Liu that someone took Lucky Nannan away when he just turned his head?

Qian Wanjin watched her with the vigilance of a thief. How could Feng Qingbai not feel it? He just didn't pay attention to it.

All of his attention was on the young woman's clear and soft voice.

He wasn't listening to what she was saying. He just enjoyed the haunting feeling of her voice in his ears.

The Xinghua Village's cough cream stand was designated in the herbal area, occupying a modest table with a display space covered with red silk cloth.

When they got to their own stall, they put the cough cream sealed in a small jar on it, and just left someone there to watch. The rest of the time, they were free to wander around and look at the products others were selling, or buy what they wanted.

"Da Huang, stay here and watch the stall. If anyone wants to place an order, have him pay a deposit and sign the cooperation document," Qian Wanjin patted Da Huang on the shoulder and handed him this task.