Prince! The political conspiracy is not a play, the show is real

Chapter 179 Mountain Wind (Part )

Chu Huanjun nodded thoughtfully, actually beginning to wonder if the price was right. He rubbed his chin, his dark eyes darting back and forth as he examined the precious stone from head to toe. Finally, he said, "Well, eight hundred and eighty-eight is indeed an auspicious number. However, I have an even more auspicious number: sixty-six. It's smooth sailing. What do you think?"

Old Master Chen was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped from his face. He quickly waved his hand to refuse: "Oh, Xiao Chu, you've bargained down to less than half of the original price. Look at me, I'm so old, I can't stand your bargaining..."

Chu Huanjun raised three more fingers and said with a smile, "Not enough? How about this number?"

Mr. Chen's expression immediately changed. "Nonsense! I can't even get my money back at this price!"

Chu Huanjun shook his head thoughtfully and said, "Hmm, so the cost is only worth this price..."

Old Master Chen couldn't bear it any longer and hurriedly stretched out his arm, trying to snatch the Taihu stone back from Chu Huanjun.

Chu Huanjun was unwilling to let go. He held the black stone in his arms like a beast protecting its food. He raised two fingers to Old Man Chen and said, "Twenty taels of silver, no more. Will you sell it?"

"This……"

Not only was Mr. Chen dumbfounded, but everyone present was dumbfounded. No one had ever seen Chu Huanjun, who was always rich and generous and spent money like water, actually bargain, and he wanted to bargain for a low price.

Just as Mr. Chen was about to use the Spring and Autumn style of writing that businessmen like him often use to describe how difficult it is to obtain this Taihu stone and how high its collection value is, Chu Huanjun, as if he had anticipated this, took out a shriveled purse from his pocket and stuffed it into Mr. Chen's hand without saying anything, threatening:

"Old Master Chen, you've been around the underworld your whole life, so you know the rules, right? To be honest, I've already spent a lot of money on your young master today. The things your son sells are all overpriced. You're all family, so money shouldn't go to two families. Doesn't the profit your son makes end up in your pocket? So, even if I were to calculate the price of this treasure, I'd already paid for it."

Old Master Chen opened the purse that Chu Huanjun had stuffed into his hand. There were exactly twenty taels of silver in it, no more, no less.

By the time the old man came to his senses, Chu Huanjun had already run out of the door with his family, dragging Tao Yao and Song Zhishou, who were still chewing melon seeds and candies, and got on the carriage, leaving only a dashing back behind.

Old Master Chen looked at Chu Huanjun's back, shook his arms vigorously, and shouted, "Deal!!!"

At this time, Chu Huanjun had already boarded the carriage, happily holding the black stone in his arms, and turned back to smile at Old Man Chen.

"No need to send me off, old man."

Old Master Chen trotted all the way to the door, facing the direction the carriage had left, still waving his arms and shouting, "Come and play with me often, kids!"

Chu Huanjun was so absorbed in the precious stone in his arms that he seemed oblivious to Old Man Chen's cries. Tao Yao, however, immediately leaned halfway out the car window, looking back and waving at Old Man Chen, calling out, "Okay, Grandpa! We'll come again next time!"

These cries echoed slowly in the empty valley. It was sunset at this time, and the birds and beasts in the mountains were calling their friends to return home.

Taoyao's cries and the chirping of birds intertwined. Chu Huanjun leaned against the soft pillow, holding the Taihu stone, and smiled as he watched Taoyao's back as she lay against the car window.

At this moment, there was a lake in his heart, and Tao Yao was the ripples on the lake surface caused by the breeze.

He pretended to be calm for many years until Tao Yao appeared and stirred up layers of ripples on the calm lake surface. He then realized that there were many fish under the lake surface that looked like stagnant water. They would be happy when the weather was clear, and would surface to breathe when it was about to rain. They would occasionally have the fantasy of wanting to leap into the dragon gate.

For example, at this moment, he felt heartbroken for no reason. Tao Yao was right in front of him, only a few feet between them. He looked at her back, but he couldn't touch her, couldn't truly hold her in his arms.

What is love? It is the palpitation at first sight, the determination to rush forward even though you know it is a sea of ​​fire, the bittersweet pursuit, and the desolate wishful thinking.

The night fell quickly in the mountains. The sky was filled with rosy clouds just now, but after a while, it turned into a light blue-purple color.

The sky darkened, and the scenery was no longer clear. Tao Yao reluctantly retreated into the carriage. Chu Huanjun untied his cloak and handed it to Tao Yao.

"It's windy in the mountains, so put on some clothes. It's hard to cure a cold."

Chu Huanjun might not be able to hear it himself, but at this moment his voice was even softer than usual.

Tao Yao was stunned for a moment, looking at the cloak he handed over in a daze, feeling a little uncomfortable - under normal circumstances, the tyrant Chu Huanjun would have directly put the cloak on her, regardless of whether she was willing or not. Why was he suddenly like this today, being so polite?

For some unknown reason, Tao Yao didn't know what was wrong with her brain today. Just as her fingers stretched out to touch the soft fabric of the cloak, they instantly retracted like a spring. Two lovely blushes slowly appeared on her face, and she started to act coquettishly in a somewhat awkward way: "This cloak is too big, it's hard for me to put it on... Can you help me?"

Night fell, there were no lights on in the carriage, and it was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

Chu Huanjun asked Song Zhishou where the oil lamp was. Song Zhishou replied that he had left in a hurry today and forgot to prepare some in the car.

Chu Huanjun uttered a "oh" and got back into the carriage. Tao Yao really felt a little cold this time. She was already wearing thin clothes today, and the humidity in the mountains was heavy. She couldn't help but sneeze.

The next moment, Tao Yao suddenly felt a warmth all over her body. It was Chu Huanjun who embraced her with the cloak. Naturally, in addition to the cloak, he also embraced her. His fragrant breath sprayed on Tao Yao's neck, warm and itchy. His hair also rubbed against her neck, like a furry little fox.

Tao Yao subconsciously wanted to break free, but before she could move, she heard Chu Huanjun's low nasal voice: "Don't move, just let me hold you for a while, just a little while."

Chu Huanjun's words seemed to have magic power. Tao Yao really didn't move again. She let him hold her like this and kiss her neck and cheek unscrupulously.

How strange! Weren't they just drinking tea? Why did he seem drunk?