Chapter 495: The Demon Lord Junzhu's Slacking Daily Life Chapter 588: To Young Master Ouyang Personally

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Protagonist:

Yan Qianqian

After finishing the letter, Qianqian returned to her own bed, picked up a picture book, and began reading it with great relish. Time passed minute by second, the sky gradually darkened, and the entire camp was shrouded in a blanket of silence.

Just then, Qianqian suddenly stood up. She nimbly employed her lightness skill, and like a flying swallow, she leapt out of the tent. In the blink of an eye, she had arrived at a deserted spot.

"Shi Er, Shi Er..." Qianqian called out softly.

Her voice was not loud, but in this silent night, it sounded exceptionally clear. She had only called twice when a figure flashed out like a ghost. The newcomer was precisely Shi Er. He bowed with hands clasped in salute and said respectfully, "Master, what are your orders?"

Qianqian took out that letter from her bosom, handed it to Shi Er, and said solemnly, "Tomorrow, you will deliver this letter into the hands of the Shopkeeper of Qingfeng Pavilion. Tell him, if he sees Ouyang Chengren, then hand this letter to him."

Ouyang Chengren's name could be said to be known to everyone in the whole of Chunning City, resounding like thunder in the ears.

And Qianqian secretly pondered in her heart: since Ouyang Chengren sent subordinates but failed to stake me out, it is highly likely he will come in person. If he does not come, then so be it;

but if he truly comes, this shows he still hasn't given up on me. In that case, I can seize the momentum to launch the next step of my plan.

Having settled her calculations in her heart, Qianqian instructed Shi Er a few sentences, then turned and left, returning to her own tent and falling peacefully asleep.

Time flew; in a flash it was already the third day. Ouyang Chengren still had not given up. He decided to go to Qingfeng Pavilion personally, to try his luck and see if he could encounter Qianqian by chance.

Ouyang Chengren stepped into Qingfeng Pavilion, found a seat in a corner, and sat down leisurely. He quietly listened to the storyteller on the stage recounting one wonderful story after another, yet his heart was constantly preoccupied with Qianqian's figure.

Just at this moment, the Shopkeeper suddenly heard a waiter come to report, saying the Zhenxi General had arrived.

The Shopkeeper's heart tightened. He immediately recalled the letter that mysterious Black-clothed Person had handed him a few days prior. He dared not have the slightest delay, and hurriedly rushed toward Ouyang Chengren.

When he reached Ouyang Chengren, the Shopkeeper performed a deep, respectful bow, then said softly, "General, a few days ago a Black-clothed Person gave this lowly one a letter, informing me that if the General came, I must by all means deliver this letter into the General's hands."

Hearing the other party's words, Ouyang Chengren could not help but feel a thread of doubt rise in his heart. He secretly pondered just who this so-called "Black-clothed Person" might be, but on the surface he betrayed nothing, casually accepting the letter.

When his gaze fell upon the envelope, the first thing to meet his eyes was that graceful, delicate small-standard script with hairpin-flower flourishes; the characters were naturally flowing like floating clouds and running water, as if dancing on the paper.

These six characters, "To Young Master Ouyang Personally," though simple, revealed a unique kind of intimacy and solemnity.

Ouyang Chengren only felt as if his heart had suddenly been struck by something; it thumped violently a few times, even skipping several beats.

He took a deep breath, striving to calm himself, then feigned a nonchalant appearance and said to the Shopkeeper, "Mm, many thanks."

Hearing Ouyang Chengren speak so politely to him, the Shopkeeper was momentarily flattered and hurriedly replied humbly, "You are too polite. This lowly one will go attend to matters first; call me if you need anything."

Ouyang Chengren nodded slightly, acknowledged it, and only after the Shopkeeper turned and left did he refocus his attention on that letter.

He carefully examined the envelope's seal, discovering the seal was pasted extremely tightly, without the slightest trace of having been opened by anyone. After confirming this point, Ouyang Chengren relaxed his breath slightly, but immediately hesitated again.

He originally wanted to open the envelope right away to get to the bottom of it, but looking around, he discovered there seemed to be rather many people around, and worried the letter's contents might be spied on by others.

After brief consideration, Ouyang Chengren decided to temporarily put the letter away first. He swiftly stuffed the letter into his bosom, then rose to his feet with an air of nonchalance and strode away.

His steps appeared somewhat hurried, as if he couldn't wait to find a quiet place to examine this letter.

Ouyang Chengren employed his lightness skill and, like a flying bird, sped rapidly in the direction of the military camp. Before long, he had returned to the camp.

Upon entering the tent, he immediately ordered the guards to guard the tent well and not allow anyone to disturb him.

After everything was arranged properly, Ouyang Chengren finally could no longer suppress his inner urgency. He took out that letter from his bosom. His movements were gentle and extremely careful, afraid that the slightest carelessness would tear the letter paper inside the envelope.

He slowly opened the envelope, as if unveiling a precious secret. The envelope paper made a faint rustling sound, exceptionally clear in this silent tent.

When he finally successfully opened the envelope and drew out the letter paper inside, his heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Meeting his eyes was a letter not too long, on which was written: "I am originally not a person of Xishang Kingdom, but a mere merchant who must travel between various states. This time passing through Chunning City of Xishang Kingdom, I happened to save you.

As for that day's matter, I absolutely will not speak of it to outsiders; Young Master Ouyang can rest assured. Recently a batch of goods has had a problem, requiring me to go handle it personally; I fear it will be difficult to return in the near future.

I hope Young Master Ouyang will not come to Qingfeng Pavilion every day to wait for me; peacefully await my return. When the time comes, I will naturally come seek you. Bai Qianqian leaves this."

After reading the letter, the fog in Ouyang Chengren's heart seemed to gradually disperse somewhat, but many questions still lingered. So it turned out she had only met him by chance because she came to Chunning City to do business, and had saved his life at a critical moment.

However, this trip of hers had no fixed return date; even she herself could not confirm when she would be able to return.

Although the letter briefly mentioned her identity, it did not explain in detail which country she came from, nor the specific business she engaged in.

Ouyang Chengren could not help but feel somewhat helpless, because this meant that if he wanted to be with her, he would face numerous difficulties.

He realized that his understanding of her was truly too little; he didn't even know which direction to strive in.

He felt a momentary sense of powerlessness, so Ouyang Chengren still decided not to force things; let everything be left to fate. After all, he had been single for many years and wasn't short on this bit of time.

However, although he spoke of leaving it to fate, in his heart he still could not forget her.

He held the letter in his hand as if cradling a priceless treasure, afraid that the slightest carelessness would damage it.

Then, he slowly, carefully folded the letter, placed it back into its original envelope, and only then put it into the very bottom of the desk drawer.