Chapter 271 Grandmaster's Pressure
Baihuafang uses marriage to build a network of relationships for itself.
Women like Xuemei knew their role from the beginning.
Of course, all this is voluntary. If you don't want to, Baihuafang will not force you.
"Luohua", one of the nine famous flowers of the previous generation, did not marry anyone, but concentrated on martial arts and became a master of the leather refining realm, that is, Jiang Luohua who is good at using golden flower hidden weapons.
With their talents, as long as they practice martial arts with all their heart, it is not difficult to achieve the leather refining realm.
Xuemei in front of us is like this.
Her talent is considered the best even in the noble family.
Chu Liang asked again: "Miss Xuemei, does Miss Bailan have time now?"
Xuemei smiled gently: "Mr. Chu, don't be anxious. Miss Bailan is of high status and it is difficult for ordinary men to meet her."
Fei Yangyang said: "Xuemei, can't you help Brother Chu introduce her?"
"Mr. Fei, if it were any other sister, I would agree." Xuemei's voice was soft, "But Miss Bailan is different. After all, Granny Canglan is behind her. Recently, she doesn't want to see anyone, even if the young master of the Marquis's Mansion comes."
"Is that so..."
That Granny Canglan was a master of the late tendon refining stage many years ago.
Many people in the city speculated that she might have broken through and become a first-class master of the bone refining stage.
No one in the city dared to force the granddaughter of such a big shot.
Chu Liang was not in a hurry. He continued to chat with Xuemei, occasionally asking about the internal affairs of Baihuafang.
The two little mice had already jumped out of his pocket and searched all over Baihuafang for Miss Bailan.
There is a formation covering the outside of Baihuafang, but they have already entered after all, so they just need to be cautious.
"Mr. Chu, a feast of flowers will be held in the square in a month." Xuemei said softly, "With Mr. Chu's current strength and status, he will definitely get an invitation, and then he will be able to meet Miss Bailan."
"Okay, thank you very much." Chu Liang thanked him. It was only a month, and the time was short. He could wait.
"But Mr. Chu must be prepared. Miss Bailan has many suitors."
"I understand."
Chu Liang just wanted to confirm his identity, so he would not fight with others.
As long as he confirmed it and told his life experience, his mission would be completed.
After a while, the two little mice returned, and the voice sounded in Chu Liang's mind.
"Master, there are also many small formations inside Baihuafang. Some courtyards are covered by formations. We really can't get in and didn't find Miss Bailan."
"Master, we can only wait a little longer."
Hearing the words of the two little mice, Chu Liang thought for a while.
This Baihuafang is too rich.
There was a large formation outside, and countless small formations inside, layered one after another, and the luxury was comparable to that of a noble family.
The banquet continued until the evening.
Chu Liang and Fei Yangyang left Baihuafang.
The setting sun was tilted, the sky was red, and the whole city was shrouded in crimson.
On the bluestone street, the shadowless assassin disguised himself as an old man, walking slowly, with turbid eyes, staring at the backs of Chu Liang and the others, with murderous intent in his heart.
"Behind this Fei Yangyang, there is actually a muscle-refining master protecting him."
The shadowless assassin frowned slightly, sensing the breath of a master.
If not for this, he would have taken action long ago.
"Forget it, wait a little longer."
He slowly retracted his gaze, hunched over, and walked into a teahouse nearby.
The promise to the demon clan was seven days, and now just one day has passed, there is still more time.
He didn't believe that Chu Liang would stay under the protection of the Bo Mansion.
If he still didn't find a suitable opportunity by the last day, he would sneak into the Bo's Mansion, kill Chu Liang by force, and then escape with his body skills.
But that would be a little dangerous.
The Bo's Mansion's formation is not a decoration after all.
...
Not long after, Chu Liang and Fei Yangyang returned to the Bo's Mansion, talking and laughing.
As soon as they entered the Bo's Mansion, they felt that the atmosphere was not right.
The servants around looked at Chu Liang with strange eyes.
Fei Yangyang put away his smile and pointed at a servant and asked: "What happened in the mansion? Why are you all looking at Brother Chu like this?"
"Second Young Master, the Lord just spoke." The servant bowed his head and replied: "Young Master Chu is no longer a guest of my Bo's Mansion. The contract is invalid. He must move out today."
"What?"
Fei Yangyang was stunned and couldn't believe it. He invited Chu Liang to the door two days ago, and let him go today?
If this matter gets out, how will outsiders look at the Bo's Mansion?
Violating the contract and breaking the promise!
"Impossible!" Fei Yangyang's face sank, "Brother Chu, wait here for a moment, I'll go ask my father!"
"Haha, don't ask."
A cold laugh sounded, and it was the eldest son Fei Yangchu.
He raised the corner of his mouth, with a bit of pride, and said in front: "Second brother, my father has spoken, let Chu Liang go quickly, my uncle's house doesn't welcome people like him!"
"Get out of here, I want to see my father!" Fei Yangyang's face was cold, and a strong breath burst out on the spot.
Fei Yangchu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his momentum also began to rise.
The two of them had come to this point, there was no need to pretend, tit for tat on the spot, and they were going to fight if they disagreed.
At this time, Xie Huaixian, the old housekeeper of the uncle's house, came over and said in a deep voice: "Second son, this matter is indeed the decision of the uncle, there is no falsehood."
"How is it possible?" Fei Yangyang shouted, "The contract was agreed by my father himself. He agreed to it and then regretted it. How could it be possible?"
"I don't know either." Xie Huaixian just shook his head.
"Get out of the way, let me see my father." Fei Yangyang shouted.
"Second Young Master, the uncle doesn't want to see anyone now, and you too, don't bother him." Xie Huaixian still blocked the way and refused to move.
"What's wrong with him that he doesn't even want to see his own son?"
Fei Yangyang was angry and clenched his fists.
But he was just a blood coagulation warrior with five strands of blood, and the old housekeeper Xie Huaixian in front of him was a strong man in the late stage of tendon training, and he couldn't get through at all.
Xie Huaixian sighed: "Second Young Master, the uncle must have a reason for doing this, why don't you let Chu Shaoxia leave first, and ask again in a few days?"
"No!"
Fei Yangyang was angry and denied it.
In a few days?
By then, the news had already spread, and it would be too late no matter what you did.
Fei Yangyang glared at the depths of the mansion, his blood boiling, and shouted: "Father, why is my mansion breaking its promise? Don't you care about your face?!"
The voice rolled and resounded throughout the mansion.
A trace of helplessness flashed across Xie Huaixian's old face.
On the side, Fei Yangchu's face was a little more proud.
At this moment, deep in the mansion, in a quiet place.
In an attic.
The contemporary Yongjia Earl Fei Yunfeng stood with his hands behind his back, with gray hair and vicissitudes in his eyes. He stood in front of the wooden window of the attic and looked at the gate of the mansion.
Fei Yangyang's angry voice reached here, making him sigh deeply.
Don't you care about your face?
What is the meaning of face in front of the master of Qibao Tower?