210: Either a funeral or a wedding
“Die!”
When Yan Xu saw Zhang Long and Zhao Hu pouncing on him, his eyes narrowed, and he waved the folding fan in his hand, unleashing a sharp blade.
“Heh!”
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu sneered, simultaneously throwing a punch, their fist imprints sweeping out with immense power.
Boom!
The sharp blade was dispersed, and the fist imprint instantly struck Yan Xu’s body.
“Late Stage of the Shackles Realm?”
Yan Xu’s expression changed in surprise as he was instantly sent flying over ten meters, spitting out a mouthful of fresh blood.
He was careless; he didn’t expect these two to be in the Late Stage of the Shackles Realm.
Zhang Long and Zhao Hu took a step forward, suddenly appearing beside Yan Xu, grabbing his arms and bringing him directly before Xie Weilou.
“Young Master, the person has been suppressed,” Zhang Long said with a serious expression.
Xie Weilou stared at Yan Xu, a playful smile on his face.
“You… what do you want to do? I am the son of the Prince of Jin; if you dare to touch me, my father will not let you off!” Yan Xu shouted sharply.
Bang!
Xie Weilou grabbed a wine pot and violently smashed it onto Yan Xu’s face; the pot shattered, shards flew, and Yan Xu’s face was directly disfigured, covered in blood.
“Ah…”
Yan Xu let out a pained scream.
“You audacious fiend, still daring to impersonate the son of the Prince of Jin? This Young Master will certainly teach you a lesson today.”
Xie Weilou’s face hardened, he clenched his fist and punched Yan Xu in the mouth.
Unprovoked mockery? A loose tongue? Then he would smash his mouth.
Bang!
With one punch, Yan Xu’s teeth were knocked out, and blood flowed freely.
“Ah…”
Yan Xu screamed heartbreakingly, as Zhang Long and Zhao Hu held him down tightly, making it difficult for him to resist.
Seeing this, the surrounding people looked solemn. This Yan Xu was most likely the son of the Prince of Jin, yet they didn’t expect Xie Weilou to strike him so readily. Was he not at all worried about offending the Prince of Jin?
However, recalling Xie Weilou’s character, they understood. This was inherently a profligate young master who never acted conventionally. How could he endure Yan Xu’s unprovoked provocation?
The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled broadly and did not intervene, as this was a matter between Xie Weilou and others, unrelated to White Jade Capital, as long as nothing in White Jade Capital was damaged.
“You’re screaming so loudly, are you still not convinced?”
Xie Weilou raised an eyebrow, lifted his knee, and instantly struck Yan Xu in the abdomen.
Pfft!
Yan Xu’s pupils contracted, he spat out a mouthful of blood, his expression one of extreme pain.
Xie Weilou threw another punch, directly striking Yan Xu’s head.
“…”
Yan Xu’s expression froze, his eyes went black, and he directly fainted.
Xie Weilou casually said, “Throw him out. Don’t ruin This Young Master’s mood.”
“Understood!”
Zhang Long immediately dragged Yan Xu out of White Jade Capital.
The middle-aged beautiful woman waved her hand lightly, and several maids immediately came to clean up.
Not long after.
Zhang Long returned.
After Xie Weilou sat down, he looked at the musicians and dancers: “Don’t just stand there, keep playing music, keep dancing.”
“…”
The people around stared at Xie Weilou, and this time, no one was foolish enough to deliberately provoke him.
After several cups.
Xie Weilou and the others drank heartily, beautiful women danced in the center, and the continuous music made people even more excited.
The middle-aged beautiful woman stood to the side, watching silently, when suddenly, a voice reached her ear.
She immediately walked towards Xie Weilou, bowed, and said, “Young Master, my Mistress invites you upstairs for a drink.”
Xie Weilou was completely drunk at this moment, his hands resting on the table. Hearing the beautiful woman’s voice, he put down his wine cup and quickly waved his hand, saying, “This Young Master has drunk too much today, I really can’t drink anymore. Tell your Mistress that I will drink with her next time.”
“This…”
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked a little hesitant.
Xie Weilou didn't pay attention to her. He looked at the musicians playing and shook his head, saying, “You all keep playing the same old tunes. They were interesting at first, but after listening too much, they become boring. Stop! This Young Master will play a unique tune for you.”
The middle-aged beautiful woman froze for a second. “You can play a tune?”
“Let him play!”
Yan Ruyu’s voice reached the middle-aged beautiful woman’s ear.
Xie Weilou had previously received an ancient zither from the Xia Emperor; she wanted to see how his zither skills were.
The middle-aged beautiful woman nodded lightly. She said to Xie Weilou, “Since Young Master has such refined taste, then this servant looks forward to Young Master playing a tune.”
After speaking, she waved to the musicians.
The musicians stopped playing.
Everyone’s gaze fell on Xie Weilou. At this moment, Xie Weilou was seven parts drunk, his eyes hazy. As the saying goes, ‘in wine, there is truth,’ and similarly, one might do some outrageous things when drunk.
Just when everyone thought Xie Weilou would pull out an ancient zither, he shakily pulled out a suona from his storage ring.
“Uh… a suona?”
When everyone saw the suona, they were instantly dumbfounded. He said he would play a tune, didn’t he?
“Young Master, you said you’d play a tune…”
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Xie Weilou speechlessly.
Is a suona something you can just casually play?
Our White Jade Capital is a place of celebration; you can’t play a funeral song, otherwise, what if all the guests leave?
Xie Weilou, completely drunk, waved his hand: “Play a tune? Did This Young Master say that? I must have drunk too much and can’t remember. This Young Master doesn’t play tunes, I only play the suona, either for funerals or weddings.”
The middle-aged beautiful woman: “…”
Woo~~~
Xie Weilou immediately blew into the suona, and the sound that came out was sharp and piercing, like noise, making everyone’s skin crawl.
“Damn it! What kind of hellish noise is that?”
Some drunken guests, upon hearing this sound, instantly sobered up as if they had drunk a hangover remedy.
“This… what in the world is he playing? It’s awful, disgusting!”
“What a waste of anticipation! The tunes he played for Wu Shang and Wu Ji were quite good, but what is he playing now?”
“Exactly! I strongly demand that the Young Master play a funeral dirge here; my brothers would definitely love it.”
“This noise Xie Weilou is making seems to be sending me off already. Brothers, I’m leaving first, farewell!”
Everyone present frowned, their faces filled with speechlessness.
What Xie Weilou was playing at this moment was not a tune, but noise; he was clearly drunk, lacking breath, and blowing haphazardly.
Yet the sound of the suona was very penetrating, spreading throughout the entire White Jade Capital, startling many guests.
Upstairs.
Yan Ruyu had just picked up a chess piece when she heard the sound of the suona. Her arm paused, and after a second of silence, she said, “Tell him to stop playing.”
Nightingale stood up and said with a faint smile, “The scenery outside the building is nice, I’ll go for a stroll.”
Yan Ruyu: “…”
Third floor.
The middle-aged beautiful woman looked at Xie Weilou and smiled bitterly, “Young Master, can you please stop playing this suona? If you keep playing, I fear all the guests in my White Jade Capital will be scared away by you.”
Hearing this, Xie Weilou slowly put down the suona. He said with a complex expression, “No! You might not know, but today This Young Master actually came here to listen to music with Wu Shang and Wu Ji’s life-saving money. I feel bad spending their money, so this suona piece is actually for them. This Young Master has decided, from now on, I will come to White Jade Capital once every day and play a tune for them every day.”
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged beautiful woman’s mouth twitched. She understood the meaning behind Xie Weilou’s words and said helplessly, “Young Master, if you have any conditions, please feel free to state them.”
Xie Weilou sighed, “Conditions? What conditions? Isn’t it only right to play a tune for them when spending their money?”
The middle-aged beautiful woman smiled wryly, “So, if you don’t spend their money, you won’t play the suona, right?”
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