Chapter 302 - 302: The Ninth Episode! Family’s Support (2)


    Trantor: _Min


    JI Xingzhi walked around the ancestral tomb of the Zuo family, concluding, “Hmm, nothing. Just as I suspected, the Zuo family is not the main plunderer of your luck.”


    He approached the tombstone of old Master Zuo and squatted down.


    Si Fuqing turned her head, “What are you doing?”


    “Are you kidding me? That vicious old man almost killed you again, Big Brother! He even didn’t spare your corpse!” JI Xingzhi hummed, “I’ve even blown up the Fujisan family’s ancestral hall; a small Zuo family is nothing. He deserves a lesson.”


    He bit his finger and quickly drew talismans on the ground, “Let him suffer in the realm of Yin and Yang. He thinks he can rest in peace after death?”


    Si Fuqing pondered, “Oh, such a wicked deed is indeed something only you can do. ”


    She didn’t know how to draw such non-aggressive arrays.


    JI Xingzhi choked, “Are you praising me or mocking me?”


    “Praising you, truly impressive, Young Master Jl.” Si Fuqing pped again, “Can you tell who in the Zuo family took most of my luck?”


    “Firstly, it must be the Zuo family’s business,” JI Xingzhi scanned, “As for people, let me see… Ah, there, by the dining table.”


    Si Fuqing followed his gaze.


    She could see through the window.


    Her fox-like eyes suddenly narrowed.


    Zuo Xianyu!


    “But herpatibility with your luck isn’t that high,” JI Xingzhi clicked his tongue, “Wow, Big Brother, I can see the luck dissipating from her.”


    “Okay,” Si Fuqing put on her baseball cap, “Let’s go.”


    JI Xingzhi hurriedly followed, “Big Brother, where are you staying? Let me help you out.”


    “No need,” Si Fuqing replied casually, “My quality of life is quite goodtely.” After all, there were chefs from the Linjiang Pavilion in the vi.


    “Oh, right,” Si Fuqing turned, “I still remember you saying my name was too grand to be suppressed.”


    Ji Xingzhi:


    He knew a reckoning woulde after autumn.


    “No, no, Big Brother’s name should be grand, ” JI Xingzhi wiped sweat as he rushed to exin, “I was the one blind!”


    Si Fuqing raised an eyebrow, “Then you said I looked like a monster with a bull’s head and a horse’s face?”


    JI Xingzhi wished he could travel back in time to p himself.


    He didn’t pay much attention to the entertainment industry. That day, he saw Si Fuqing’s advertisement at the airport and was so amazed that he searched online.


    Who knew it would be his Big Brother?!


    “How could that be? Big Brother is the most handsome.” JI Xingzhi gave a


    thumbs up, “The epitome of good looks in domestic entertainment.”


    Si Fuqing nced at him and pped a few sachets into his hand, “Your gift.”


    “Oh, oh.” JI Xingzhi also handed over the prepared box, very generously, “Here, Big Brother, for you!”


    “I’m going back to the training camp,” Si Fuqing nodded, “Contact me on my phone if there’s anything.” JI Xingzhi waved, “No problem.”


    They parted ways.


    Humming a tune, JI Xingzhi nned to stroll around the mall.


    After a few steps, he suddenly remembered something.


    Oh no, he forgot to take out the mask!


    In the evening, Si Fuqing returned to the vi’s courtyard.


    “Miss Si.” Feng San took the box from her, “What’s this? It’s so heavy.” “A gift from aizen,” Si Fuqing said, “I haven’t looked at it yet, open it and


    See.


    She was a bit shocked when she received it.


    JI Xingzhi couldn’t have looted the JI family’s treasure house, could he? Feng San, thinking it might be something like coke, opened it casually.


    Upon opening, he almost threw his hands up in shock.


    Inside were antiques, including vases, inkstones, and gold jewelry.


    A dazzling array, blinding to the eyes. “Eh.” Si Fuqing picked up the mask on top, “This mask looks nice.” But why would he give her a mask?


    Such masks couldn’t be worn during performances, right?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Yu Xiheng looked up at the sound, his expression changing for the first time.


    He paused, holding his teacup, indifferently, “Your idol wore it.”


    Feng San was clueless, “Idol?”


    “Ah, no wonder it looks familiar,” Si Fuqing inspected closely, “It’s exactly like the one in the book, but the details aren’t captured.”


    The JI family, a millennium-old family, indeed had such ancient treasures.


    Finally, Feng San understood, astonished, “From the era of Emperor Yin?”


    What kind ofpeople are Miss Si’s online friends, each more impressive than thest?


    Antiques from Emperor Yin’s reign were already valuable, let alone those personally belonging to the emperor, which were disyed in museums..