He Jia Fengyi was born with a frail body, but he had a mouth that couldn't stop talking once he started, as if all the strength in his body was contributed to his eloquent tongue. The dignified national teacher talked so much that he sounded like a charlatan.
As expected, he was silent for only a moment, and after turning a street, he started to talk nonstop again: "A few months ago, you asked me to check his family background, and after a while, there was no news. This time he came back to me, and he looked like a ghost, and there was a curse between him and you. I was puzzled for a long time, and just now I saw his reaction when he grabbed you, and I suddenly realized it. It was all four words - trapped by love."
He Simu looked up at the people walking on the street. If she didn't want to cause unnecessary panic, she would have immediately wanted He Jia Fengyi to disappear from her sight.
Why is the way back to the Imperial Master's Mansion so long
"Of course, this has nothing to do with me. I saw that you were calm just now, so you must have rejected him. Then this has nothing to do with you. I think he and the girl upstairs are a perfect match, and they are talking happily and probably love each other. I think he will soon forget about you, a woman over 400 years old... a woman with rich experience, and throw himself into the arms of a beautiful woman."
Before He Jia Fengyi could finish his words, the cane in his hand disappeared out of thin air. He staggered, and then the cane was pressed against his neck.
He Simu pointed at him with his cane and said with a smile: "Say it again?"
Hejia Fengyi said obediently: "Grandfather, you must listen to the truth."
"What you said is not true?"
"What's not the truth? Aren't you over 400 years old?"
"They had clearly just met and were not very polite to each other. You deliberately called me over and added fuel to the fire. Who made you a gossiper?"
He Jia Feng Yi suddenly realized: "Oh, they are not in love with each other, so this is the key point of the matter!"
"… "
He Jia Feng Yi snapped his fingers, and the cane returned to his hand. He leaned on the cane and sighed, "Ancestor, how can you steal something from a patient?"
He Simu thought, maybe He Jia Fengyi had his soul fire eaten by her in his previous lives, and he came to collect the debt from her in this life.
She smiled wryly and said, "You are quite good at talking. It seems that all the things I asked you to do have been done. If you can't catch the Ghost Palace Master, I will summon the ghost soldiers to search for him in the palace."
He Jia Fengyi immediately straightened his expression, tilted his umbrella towards her, and said, "No, no. We may have a personal relationship, but after all, I am the Imperial Master who eats the emperor's salary. If I let a bunch of evil ghosts into Nandu, wouldn't I be neglecting my duty as the Imperial Master? Don't worry, I already know where he is."
"Now that you know, what are you waiting for?"
"Old Ancestor, this is Nandu, the heart of Daliang, the place where relationships among mortals in the world are the most complicated. A single move can affect the entire body. It's not like you are in a border town or a ghost realm, where you can't do whatever you want. Old Ancestor, I'm not saying anything bad about you, but I often feel that you are too simple and straightforward as the Ghost King. You don't even use political tactics to check and balance. Thanks to your great magical power, you have only been like this for the past three hundred years."
He Simu paused, chuckled, turned around and said, "How about you be the boss?"
Seeing the blue light coming from the Ghost King Lamp on her waist, He Jia Feng Yi smiled and said, "I am willing to serve you with all my heart, but unfortunately I am too generous to become an evil ghost, so I can only do more things while I am alive. Don't worry, I will definitely find an auspicious day to get this done."
After not seeing He Jia Feng Yi for a few years, his physical problems have really gotten worse. He even has to choose an auspicious day to catch ghosts.
Seeing He Simu's impatient look, He Jia Fengyi immediately showed a weak expression. He frowned and said, "Those mages under my command who eat and drink for free naturally can't deal with such a powerful evil ghost as the Lord of the Ghost Palace. I have to catch him myself. But you, old ancestor, know my body. Naturally, you have to choose a good day when the ghost energy is the weakest and the spiritual energy is the strongest. Otherwise, I will shorten my lifespan and hurt my body. What should I do?"
He Simu saw He Jia Fengyi's pale face and his eyebrows were dancing as he said these words. He thought that being a charlatan was unfair to him, so why didn't he go and tell stories? Maybe he could become the best storyteller in Daliang.
Seeing that they had finally arrived at the Imperial Master's residence, they stepped under the eaves, and Zi Ji finally said the first sentence of the day: "Umbrella."
He Jia Fengyi turned around and handed her the umbrellas. The quiet and gentle beauty took the umbrellas and placed them neatly on the porch.
Looking around, everything in the Imperial Master's Mansion was extremely neat and tidy, without any mess. The tables and chairs were placed neatly. If these things were moved even an inch, they would be found and restored by Zi Ji soon. Even if a plate was broken, Zi Ji would find an identical one to replace it. And from He Simu's recent observation, Zi Ji was also quite strong.
This master and servant, one can't stop talking, the other hardly talks; one is unkempt, the other is neat and tidy; one is frail, the other is strong and healthy.
He Simu thought that the maid that He Jia Fengyi found from somewhere was a perfect match for him.
He Jia Fengyi's joke really didn't come true. After being caught in the rain, Duan Xu was still full of energy. After resting for a few days, he changed into a new dark blue suit, picked out many gifts, and went to visit Wang Suyi in high spirits to apologize to her.
Wang Suyi was very surprised to see that he had prepared such a generous gift, and said that there was no need to be so polite, as her mother had already told her that Duan Xu had gone to chase the bandits that day, so state affairs were naturally more important.
Duan Xu shook his head and said, "I wasn't chasing bandits that day. I saw the girl I loved."
Wang Suyi was stunned when she heard this. She thought that Duan Xu already had someone in his heart, so was he preparing these generous gifts to reject the Wang family? Logically, this kind of thing should be handled by his father instead of him.
Duan Xu continued, "Miss Wang, do you know what your father and I have discussed? In this capital, there are only these families when it comes to marriage. There aren't many choices."
Duan Xu spoke very straightforwardly, so Wang Suyi nodded.
Duan Xu smiled and said, "Then Miss Wang, how about marrying me?"
Wang Suyi looked at Duan Xu in confusion and disbelief.
In the bright sunshine of early summer, the boy's smile was warm and his expression was sincere, but it was like an opaque wall and could not be seen clearly.
"Let's talk." he said.
Before, Wang Suyi's knowledge of Duan Xu was just that of the famous third son of the Duan family, handsome, talented in literature, and good at riding and shooting. According to her useless brother, Duan Xu had a very good temper and was cheerful. He had never seen such a cheerful person. But after a day of getting along with him, it felt the same. After a year of getting along with him, it felt a bit boring.
Perhaps her brother did not realize that this was not boring, but that he could never understand Duan Xu, and neither could she.
The news of the engagement between the Duan family and the Wang family soon spread, becoming the topic of conversation among officials and officials in Nandu. General Duan was the most attractive man in Nandu, causing countless women to sigh. Wang Suyi was also a famous beauty in Nandu. In the eyes of others, in terms of family background, talent and appearance, there was no mismatch between the two.
Of course, this news also reached the Imperial Master's residence. He Jia Fengyi was being massaged on the shoulders and legs by his disciples, and he was enjoying a bowl of red dates and white fungus soup. It was a scene of leisure and health preservation. He ate while saying, "Grandmaster, look at what I said the other day. Are they really in love with each other?"
He Simu stood by the desk, holding up her sleeves and drawing, sketching a picture of roses and banana trees. She asked Ziji to mix the red and green for her in advance, and she couldn't see it herself, so she just painted on the canvas based on her feelings. When He Jiafengyi finished speaking, she had just finished the painting and ignored him.
Seeing that He Simu ignored him again, He Jia Fengyi waved his hands to let his disciples push him down, then wandered to He Simu's side, looked at the painting and exclaimed: "Grandfather, I always feel that you are more like a human than I am. Ziji, take a look at this? How can the color of the rose and banana be drawn by a ghost who changes color based on his perception of things?"
Zi Ji, who was grinding ink, took a look at the painting and said, "It looks good."
He Simu put down his pen and sneered, "That's probably because you are so lazy, you don't know how to distinguish between the five grains, and you don't care enough to even be a good person."
He Jia Fengyi knew what she was talking about. When she taught him to paint as a child, he kept making excuses and refused to practice. Now, even if he drew a talisman, she would think it was ugly.
He Jia Feng Yi burst into laughter and immediately changed the subject: "But to be honest, for our poor General Duan, it doesn't matter whether the two are in love or not. He can only marry a wife according to the wishes of his family and party."
He Simu looked at him, chuckled and didn't comment. He Jia Fengyi saw some disapproval in her eyes, so he asked with an attitude of listening attentively: "Why, does the ancestor think it's not like this?"
"You don't understand Duan Xu."
"If you understand him, what do you think about this?"
He Simu waved his hand and fanned the scroll to let the ink dry quickly. He said calmly, "He is best at pretending to be obedient, but no one can make him do something he doesn't want to do. He won't marry someone he doesn't like. After all, that girl has something that makes him fall in love with her, or has the ability to help him realize his wishes. He won't let himself be wronged."
Seeing that her face was calm and her tone was normal, He Jia Feng Yi asked seriously, "Grandfather, he is going to marry, and you are going to lose him. Won't you be sad?"
He knew that He Simu had had many lovers before, but he never had the chance to meet any of them, as they were all dead when he was born.
In his experience over the years, he had never seen He Simu have such patience and understanding towards other mortals. It was very difficult for evil spirits to understand mortals, just like a person who sees things differently when painting. His ancestor was a forest ranger in the human world, but he didn't have the leisure to understand every tree and every leaf.
"He really concerns me." He Simu was silent for a while, then smiled softly, "Maybe, but the sadness will only last for a short time, even shorter than his fleeting life."
He Jia Fengyi was quiet for a moment, thinking that the old ancestor's feelings were indeed complicated. He sighed and returned to his chair, raising his hand to reveal his thin arm. After a dazzling calculation between his fingers, he said, "It's a pity that I think Duan Xu has been unlucky recently, and there have been changes in the court. This marriage will be full of twists and turns. He won't be able to catch the auspicious day I set. Old ancestor, are you really not going to grab a bride?"
He Simu said kindly: "Go away."