Chapter 427 Young Master Gu Clan
Gu Shihuai narrowed his cloudy old eyes.
Dye carries danger like an eagle.
"Gu Shen needs to know that old people don't have that much patience."
Just because he can sit here and negotiate terms with him doesn't mean he will speak well.
As a person who has lived to this age, he is even impatient.
Wrapped in silky material, the legs are so slender that they can reach under the table. The fingers of Jun Gu's knees are slightly bent, forming a beautiful arc.
Even in a crisis-ridden situation, his whole person seems indifferent.
His eyes are dark, and when he looks at people, there is a faint light.
Behind the so-called clean and elegant appearance is the ultimate coldness.
"Standing here, besides this method, what bargaining chip do you have to make me say yes?"
You can come to the capital to negotiate with him not far away.
It was already doomed that Gu Shihuai could only stand at a disadvantage.
It's a pity that he seems to be conceited and ignores this.
On this table, the leader is his king.
"Where did the old man get the confidence to threaten me when he hurt someone like me?"
His eyes were dimmed, and his final voice was very soft: "Huh?"
Hiding up the surprise in her heart, Jiang Xiying squinted her eyes and sat lazily. Although she had guessed about Jun Gu's tough attitude, she was still somewhat surprised.
Although in the matter of negotiation, their side has the absolute right to speak.
But he couldn't hold back the opponent's dirty tricks.
What's more, the place where they are now, hiding in the dark, is full of danger.
But Jun Gu doesn't seem to give the other side face.
But he thought about it again, Gu Shihuai is also, what to use to negotiate with Jun Gu is not good, so he chose the one that Gu Shen cares most about.
It is also right to accept anger.
On the main seat, the sharp depth in Gu Shihuai's eyes turned into an invisible sharp blade the moment his words fell.
Almost at the same time, under the darkness, chills filled the air.
The man next to him had a cool and murderous look outlined at the end of his eyes, and he walked towards Jun Gu and the others undisguisedly, and raised his lowered hand again. The pitch-black gun hole was a more direct declaration of war.
This time, Gu Shihuai did not stop him.
He just shook the cane in his hands, and his cloudy eyes looked at the young man in front of him who already had an aura that no one could ignore.
"Before this, I always thought that Gu Shen and I had something in common."
Jun Gu didn't reply to his words.
Looking faintly at the man beside him holding a gun at him, he landed on the dark thing, with a faint smile on his lips:
"I don't like people pointing at me."
"lay down!"
Meng Ran scolded with a cold face.
The man holding the gun was unmoved, his face was numb and cold, covering the murderous look in his eyes.
The two sides confronted each other across the river, and no one would let the other.
The two owners of the gunpowder smoke, but turned a deaf ear to it, as if they were talking with each other.
The expression on Gu Shihuai's face didn't change much, but the undercurrents in his eyes flowed. He freed up a hand to pick up the tea on the table and handed it to his lips.
"It seems that Gu Shen needs me to make a choice for you."
Jun Gu leaned back against the back of the chair, with a casual attitude: "The old man is very conceited."
I always like to do things that I can't do.
Make decisions for him, or ambition to seize power.
Jiang Xiying rested her chin, with a smile on her lips: "If the old man wants to negotiate properly, it's better to remove the people in the dark first. We young people are timid, so we don't need to be scared."
"If you are scared, maybe it will be even less important to strike."
Really think they are stupid?
Bringing them here, according to the virtue of this old thing, can you not cause trouble?
It's just a pity, this time, they are afraid that they will hurt themselves.
Ah.
A brat would dare to come up to him and mock him.
Gu Shihuai's old eyes looked at him lightly: "Little brother, it's not wrong to be young and frivolous, but don't make it. It's talking too much."
He turned his eyes to Jun Gu who was at the side: "As I said just now, I thought we had something in common."
After a pause, Gu Shihuai loosened one hand holding the crutch.
Jun Gu raised the tail of his eyes slightly, and said dryly, "Oh? What is the price for the discussion, so that I can stop suppressing the east?"
Smiled, Gu Shihuai had no anger on his face, he waved his hand: "Of course not."
"The common topic I'm talking about is related to Gong Xiaoyou."
"for example."
It seems that Jun Gu's face is full of seriousness, but only those who know him well know that Jun Gu at this time is the most perfunctory.
Jiang Xiying on the side could see his impatience.
Obviously, today's game is not just for them.
In the final analysis, it is still related to Gong Jiuyin.
From the moment he entered the door, Gu Shihuai's various actions.
Here, he seems quite afraid.
Not only the unshakable foundation and status of the Junjiang Sisan clan in the capital, but also some other inexplicable constraints.
He was on the verge of being expelled from the capital, and it was impossible for him to sit still in the face of heavy losses.
Jiang Xiying didn't know the relationship between Gong Jiuan and the Gu family, so he could only use his brain to make guesses about Gu Shihuai's actions.
Perhaps, he was a little bit interested or lucky, and wanted to win over the power of the capital into his hands, and take advantage of today's situation to test it out.
If it works for him, that's the best; but if it doesn't, Jiang Xiying can't miss the killing intent that flashes across the eyes of the other party.
"Have you been with her for several months, aren't you curious about her?"
Gu Shihuai sat like a clock, and the man beside him with a gun was still hostile to Meng Ran.
The pitch black in his hand pointed steadily at Jun Gu who was sitting at the head on one side.
Under this bright threat to his life, Jun Gu showed impatience and dryness in his handsome eyebrows, and his whole person was unreasonably quiet.
It seems that the one being pointed at is not him.
"Are you curious, so what?"
He chuckled, waiting for Gu Shihuai's next words.
He wants to hear what the old fellow can tell him.
However, before the person seated by the Lord could speak, the door that had been closed was suddenly pushed open from the outside.
"Uncle Huai, what are you talking about, why don't you let me listen too."
With a slightly slow voice, it is lazy and cool, wrapped in a girl's unique shallow voice, but different from the crispness of ordinary girls.
I have to say that such a voice is fascinating.
Just listening to one word, you can't help but spontaneously sketch the stunning and peerless face of this person in your mind.
Jun Gu squinted his eyes and turned to look at the door.
As the door gradually opened, the people outside also showed their faces.
"Da—"
is the crisp sound of high heels hitting marble tiles.
A pair of jade feet stepped into the door.
Long legs and thin hips, straight body.
The body is an ancient shirt dress just reaching the thigh, very silky fabric, embroidered with flying dragons on it, but there is no fierce appearance, and it adds a touch of mystery under the flowing gauze that hangs down behind the neck in a figure of eight.
The ink-like lavender and crimson flowing yarn set off each other, creating a strong national style.
The silk flowing gauze leaked down from the collar under the neck, bypassed the left and right sides and sprinkled lightly on the ground behind her. As she walked, it was like sparkling water patterns, with a very light and soft arc.
Jiang Xiying sat up straight, putting away the sternness and carelessness in her eyes.
Crimson purple.
There has been a saying since ancient times that only the royal family can wear such a color.
In a hermit family like Gu's that has been passed down for hundreds of years, despite the strong dark desires and ambitions in his eyes, from Gu Shihuai's words, deeds, and dressing habits, it can be seen that this is a family that is full of Chinese style. .
Even if he was the master of the side branch in the ancient clan, what he wears on his body is nothing but silver-gray silk in the style of ink and wash.
What is the origin of this person in front of him?
His pair of narrow eyes fell on the face of the visitor.
Her face is a golden mask engraved with a lifelike phoenix.
Only a pair of deep eyes were revealed.
And those lips with a light shade of Yin.
Can't see face.
It became more and more mysterious.
Especially, this person's gait was slow, but he didn't take a step closer, so he could feel the coercion of the superior from her more clearly.
Mysterious, dangerous.
These are the two words Jiang Xiying feels most deeply at the moment.
The situation seems to be getting more and more complicated.
I thought that what I had to deal with today was just an old guy like Gu Shihuai.
But now such a person of unknown status came again, the darkness in Jiang Xiying's eyes gradually gathered, and he turned to look at the person sitting beside him.
I found that Jun Gu's eyes were also falling on the person who came in.
From his angle, he could only see the arcs of the corners of Jun Gu Luo's eyes flickering in the shadows.
The moment the woman appeared, one could feel Gu Shihuai's face changing quietly.
That was a subconscious reaction that could not be concealed no matter what.
The heel of the shoe hit the ground without haste, as if hitting a person's heart, causing a quiver that seemed to be there.
Her jade finger landed on the back of the chair she faced as soon as she entered the door, and then moved as she turned around, drawing a light arc on it.
"Just now I heard the voice inside repeatedly, why did no one speak when I came in?"
The door behind the woman has not been closed since it was opened.
At a glance, there are twice as many people outside as before.
Chinese-style robes interspersed among them.
It is clearly an existence with a distant aura, but it is very like her arrogance and strength.
Walking around the long table path, the crimson gait slowly walked towards the main seat.
A pair of eyes hang down lazily as they passed over Jun Gu and the others on the opposite side, Yingying looked towards Gu Shihuai.
Therefore, the silver-haired old man who was still sitting firmly on the chief seat with a look of absolute certainty, occupying the sovereignty he thought he had, stood up holding a crutch.
stood aside.
Where no one noticed, the five knuckles of Gu Shihuai's hand holding crutches turned white with force.
He had a faint smile on his face.
Buried underneath is the stinking hypocrisy and viciousness.
"Little Lord."
(end of this chapter)