Yu Qingyao has just arrived in the city, and she has never had any grudges with Zeng Yuanwai in the past, nor has she had any grudges in recent days, and she has never met face to face. With no connection at all, who would have thought that she would kill Zeng Yuanwai and his wife with a curse
In the evening, Yu Qingyao booked a Tianzihao suite at a big inn in the city.
The next day, Yu Qingyao slept until it was bright, and Fang woke up lazily.
After washing up, Yu Qingyao put on a beautiful light makeup, ate a hearty breakfast, paid the bill and went out. She went to the bank first, exchanged 100,000 copper coins and hundreds of taels of silver, and then went to visit several nearby places of interest.
In the afternoon, she went to Crouching Tiger Mountain, thirty miles outside the city, to play.
Crouching Tiger Mountain is shaped like a crouching tiger, with beautiful scenery.
The weather in June is the hot season. Yu Qingyao has practiced Taoism. Although she is not very afraid of heat, she is afraid that the sun will tan her skin. She took out an oil-paper umbrella painted with ink and wash landscapes, and put it on her head, as if it were a parasol.
Wu Zhen complained: "Master, are you out of your mind? It's not raining now!"
Yu Qingyao was depressed: How can I talk to this stupid monster about the scientific common sense that ultraviolet rays will turn my white and tender skin dark? There is no sunscreen to buy here, what should I do if I don’t use an umbrella
After thinking about it, she said, "Ah Zhen! In addition to keeping out the rain, the umbrella can also be used for sun protection."
"It's inexplicable, you can't get sunburned." Wu Zhen said puzzled.
Yu Qingyao sighed: "But, if you get too much sun, your skin will turn dark, and it won't look good."
"Will it really turn black after exposure to the sun?" Wu Zhen asked suspiciously.
"Of course, didn't you see that the farmers are all black? On the contrary, the ladies who have been hiding in the house for many years are all white and tender."
Wu Zhen tilted her head, thought for a while, and nodded, feeling that what the master said made sense. She had a new question: "What's the matter with getting tanned? My whole body is black, and it's fine!"
Yu Qingyao was speechless, and shouted: "I don't want to turn black!"
Wu Zhen said: "Master, it's really okay to turn black. If you are a big sun, if you hold an umbrella like this, people will think you are crazy."
Yu Qingyao sighed, and said: "Use your own umbrella, go your own way, and let others speak! You don't have to care about other people's slander and slander. As long as you live comfortably and happily, that's fine."
Wu Zhen tilted her head and said, "Then why do you still do those kind deeds, you clearly care about what others think of you."
Yu Qingyao was speechless. Shouted: "Ah Zhen, shut up and I'll hold an umbrella. Why are you arguing with me like this?"
Wu Zhen rolled her eyes and said, "Master, I was clearly trying to reason with you, but you are the one who yelled!"
Yu Qingyao was speechless.
She ignored Wu Zhen and walked up the mountain depressed. Muttering in his mouth: I can't argue with a stupid bird whose IQ is not online, it's really unscientific.
Wu Zhen asked: "What does it mean that IQ is not online? What does science mean?"
Yu Qingyao refused to say any more.
Walking to the back of the mountain, you can see the scenery in the city from a distance. There is a white river in front of the mountain, winding like a belt, and the fields below the mountain are like a chessboard.
Yu Qingyao held an umbrella, her white skirt was in the wind, and her sleeves were fluttering. Looking from a distance, she would go with the wind at any time.
After walking for a while, I saw a painting pavilion in front of me. In the pavilion, there were two princes in brocade robes, and a group of servants stood outside the pavilion.
Yu Qingyao glanced curiously, her gaze stopped at the jade on their hats, and the sword at their waists. Thinking that it might be the son of a wealthy family in the city, she put on a particularly beautiful gesture and walked towards them gracefully.
Well, on such a beautiful day, it is their luck to meet me. For them, this may be the most beautiful encounter in their lives.
Gao Jian is the son of General Raozhou, and today he accompanied his cousin Sun Siqi who came from afar to play. While resting in the painting pavilion, he suddenly saw a stunning beauty, holding an elegant painting umbrella, blowing in the wind.
The wind brought wisps of strange fragrance, she was like a white lotus in the wind, floating gracefully.
The green mountains and green waters seemed to disappear suddenly.
There was a mysterious smile on her face, like the most poisonous poison in the world. He felt that he was poisoned, the kind of poison that could not be cured.
Sun Siqi looked at the beauty in front of him bewilderedly, the scorching summer suddenly disappeared, he seemed to see a bright moon.
The young servants were also stunned. Have they ever seen such a beautiful woman
An experienced servant was the first to wake up. He looked at the umbrella in Yu Qingyao's hand, and suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but feel horrified.
What did he remember
This is in the mountains, in the wilderness, where can such a beautiful lady come from? What normal woman would hold an umbrella in the scorching sun? Why did the lady walk around in the mountains alone
What the hell, is she a monster
Trembling, he pulled out the knife and shouted sharply: "She is a monster, everyone be careful!"
This roar woke everyone up.
Yu Qingyao, who was walking gracefully, was almost shivered by his roar.
She stopped in shock and stared at the servant in disbelief.
Damn, you are blind! This girl is so beautiful, you actually call me a monster
Gao Jian froze for a moment, pulled out the sword in his waist reflexively, and pointed it at Yu Qingyao.
Then all the servants showed their weapons one after another, aimed at Yu Qingyao in fear, and protected the two young masters behind them.
Sun Siqi was startled, and hurriedly hid behind his cousin, tremblingly said: "Cousin, you have to protect me!"
Gao Jian felt a little nervous, he was not a young child, he had seen the scene of killing demons with some Taoists. It's just that those monsters are little monsters, and they are not dangerous.
He heard from those Taoists that ugly little demons are not scary, but the scariest thing is meeting an extraordinary beautiful female demon. The more beautiful the banshee is, the more powerful she is. Tell him that if you meet a woman of extraordinary beauty in the wild, it is 100% a banshee, and you'd better run away as soon as you see her.
When he met Yu Qingyao in a hurry, he panicked.
Yu Qingyao wants to cry but has no tears. What about the most beautiful encounter she promised? How did it become like this
She smiled and said, "My lord, don't panic, I'm not a monster."
Gao Jian saw her beautiful and pure smile like a white lotus, but he refused to believe that she was a monster.
He had learned Taoism, and he used the Qi Watching Technique to take a look, and saw a pure white air column above her head, which was obviously a Taoist with a successful cultivation base. He heaved a sigh of relief, took back his sword, cupped his hands and said, "Sorry, I'm sorry!"
Yu Qingyao saluted with a smile, and said, "Don't blame those who don't know, you don't have to worry about it, young master."
Gao Jian turned his head and glared at the servant, scolding: "You idiot, why are you barking?"
The servant said: "My lord, it's not my fault, there is no one who holds an umbrella in sunny weather."
Gao Jian looked at the umbrella in Yu Qingyao's hand and was speechless. He also couldn't figure out why she was holding an umbrella.
Yu Qingyao was depressed, and explained: "The sun is scorching hot, just chatting for a shade."
Gao Jian was stunned, and said politely with a smile: "I don't know what to call the chief, can you come in and talk about it?"
Yu Qingyao nodded with a smile, and said, "I'm Yu Qingyao, excuse me!"
With that said, she put away her umbrella and entered the painting booth.
(end of this chapter)