Chapter 22 The Constantly Changing Huang Family Young Master

Hearing this, everyone stopped in their tracks, and You Qi's expression also changed abruptly. "The young master I saw was lying down."

A moment later, the crowd, who had just calmed down, fell into panic again. After verification, a terrifying scenario emerged before everyone's eyes.

Young Master Huang's posture... was constantly changing.

As the number of people entering increased, it presented an increasingly bizarre appearance.

You Qi was the first to go upstairs. The Young Master Huang he saw at that time was lying flat on the bed.

Shi Liaozhi was the second. He saw Young Master Huang lying on his stomach.

The third was a woman named Zuo Jing. Her answer was that the Young Master Huang she saw was leaning against the side of the bed, resting on his side.

An Xuan was the fourth, but at this moment he was hanging far behind the group, carrying the unconscious Tang Shirou on his back. Qin Jian was not far from him.

Because Tang Shirou had not woken up, she was the only one not wearing a costume.

And An Xuan seemed to deliberately reduce Tang Shirou's contact with the others, keeping her firmly in his grasp.

No one chose to disturb them. Everyone turned their attention to Jiang Cheng.

After all, the situation seen by Xia Meng, who was fifth in line, was already clear. According to her, Young Master Huang was already sitting up at that time.

"He was crouching there," Jiang Cheng said, imitating the scene in his memory. He slightly bent his knees and leaned his upper body forward, giving the impression that he was gathering strength.

In particular, Jiang Cheng also took the liberty of baring his teeth, adding to everyone's imagination of the scene behind the curtain.

"Awoo!" He suddenly lunged a step towards Shi Liaozhi, who seemed to be immersed in some kind of imagination, causing his face to turn pale. Shi Liaozhi was so frightened that his hair stood on end and he almost screamed.

"Are you sick?" Shi Liaozhi said tremblingly, "If you weren't the second to last one to come out, I would have suspected you were a ghost in disguise."

As soon as these words came out, it was like breaking through the last layer of window paper. Everyone subconsciously looked at Qin Jian, who was lagging behind.

At this moment, his black shroud fluttered in the wind, looking so conspicuous.

Everyone's eyes also became interesting.

Before leaving, the middle-aged woman took away their original clothes. Now they could only bite the bullet and wear this cumbersome and strange costume, feeling weird as they walked.

In Jiang Cheng's words, it was that the wind leaked in from below from time to time.

He shamelessly asked Xia Meng if she also felt the wind leaking, but was met with a glare. He patted his butt and turned to harass Zuo Jing.

By the time they returned to their residence, it was almost noon. Although the sun was shining brightly, making them feel warm, everyone's faces were still solemn when they thought of what had happened before.

The middle-aged woman left a message that lunch was in the pavilion and then left.

Her steps looked slow, but her speed was fast, giving a strange feeling of飘飘忽忽 (piāopiāo hūhū - floating and fleeting). In the blink of an eye, she disappeared.

Looking at the direction where the middle-aged woman disappeared, Fatty couldn't help but swallow secretly.

Walking along the lake, they came to the previous pavilion. Sure enough, the previous dishes had been cleared away and replaced with a new table. Lunch was much more lavish than breakfast.

In the center was a fish.

Each person's chopsticks were placed next to a bowl of fish soup, which was just the right temperature to the touch.

Jiang Cheng narrowed his eyes slightly. The meticulousness of the servants in the Huang mansion even gave him the feeling that he was still at home and Fatty was serving him.

The fish soup had a thick, white texture and smelled very delicious.

"This fish soup... smells so good," Tang Shirou said. Not long ago, An Xuan didn't know what method he used to wake her up. She was supported by An Xuan all the way here.

The two seemed to have a very strong relationship. An Xuan whispered something to her from time to time, and she listened very seriously, nodding occasionally.

An Xuan smiled very gentlemanly. "Miss Tang, you are weak. It's okay to drink more fish soup." As he spoke, he gently placed his bowl in front of Tang Shirou.

And with a doting look, he watched her drink it down, mouthful after mouthful.

Swallowing his saliva, Fatty stared at the fish soup in front of him, not daring to move.

Although the fish soup was delicious, life was the most important thing after all. Moreover, having worked in a restaurant before, he knew that this fish soup... was too delicious.

It was the kind of deliciousness that could move people just by smelling it, without even tasting it.

He secretly glanced at the doctor and found that the doctor hadn't touched the fish soup either.

Xia Meng was sitting across from him. From his angle, he could just see Xia Meng's gaze, which was faintly glancing behind him. And behind him... was a vast blue lake.

Fatty immediately understood that everyone was probably worried that the fish was捞出来的 (lāo chūlái de - fished out) from the lake.

"Cough cough..." Someone cleared their throat.

Shi Liaozhi's hand, which was reaching out to pick up vegetables, trembled, and he almost dropped his chopsticks in fright. He sheepishly retracted it.

It was no wonder, after all, the one who coughed was Qin Jian, who was wearing a shroud. At this moment, he sat there, his expression as solemn as a dead man.

No one responded. Qin Jian lowered his voice and said to himself, "Everyone, did you find anything unusual when you went to see Young Master Huang today?"

"Unusual? You're the most unusual thing, okay?" Fatty thought to himself, but his face showed a very well-behaved expression.

Qin Jian's gaze slowly swept over everyone, it seemed that there was more to come.

"Old Mr. Qin," An Xuan put down his chopsticks and stared at him quietly. Only after the latter's gaze fell on him did he continue, "Did you discover something?"

Returning the question that the other party had raised back to him, this An Xuan was playing Tai Chi very well.

Tapping the table with one finger, Qin Jian asked unhurriedly, "Has anyone heard of *Jiaohong Ji* (The Story of Jiaohong)?"

"Old Mr., what... what do you mean?" Tang Shirou, who had already drunk two bowls of fish soup, asked, blinking.

"Are you talking about the opera that Young Master Huang sang just now?" You Qi's voice was muffled.

"Exactly."

"Then why didn't you say so before?" Zuo Jing's voice seemed a little abrupt. She stared at Qin Jian's eyes without hesitation. "We also heard the singing last night. Why didn't you say it this morning, but waited until now?"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly became tense. To speak like this to a guy who was very likely a ghost, was she... tired of living?

Almost subconsciously, Shi Liaozhi, who was shrinking next to her, immediately distanced himself from her, fearing that he would be implicated.

"Last night's singing was too虚无缥缈 (xūwú piāomiǎo - ethereal and illusory). I only heard that it sounded familiar, but I wasn't sure. It wasn't until just now, after getting a closer look, that I completely heard the lyrics clearly, and only then did I confirm that what Young Master Huang sang was *Jiaohong Ji*," Qin Jian's answer was impeccable.

"*Jiaohong Ji* sounds like a story," Xia Meng followed up. "I would also like to ask Old Mr. Qin to tell us younger generations about its meaning."