Yu Zhengzheng stared at the bullwhip in a daze, and it took him a while to find his voice: "This, is this for me?"
Rong Shang threw down the medicine and turned away. Hearing her surprised voice, he thought she was too moved.
But she had reason to be touched. He had lived for more than 100,000 years, and this was the first time he bought medicine for someone.
He raised his chin slightly, but didn't answer her directly: "Why don't you go and boil the medicine?"
Yu Zhengzheng understood what he was doing and realized that he was deliberately making fun of her. Otherwise, who would buy a bullwhip
She glared at his back with gritted teeth, wishing she could stuff the bullwhip into his anus.
But she could only indulge in such unrealistic thoughts in her mind, and she walked away angrily with the bullwhip in her hand.
As soon as Yu Zhengzheng left, Xiao Yuqing couldn't wait any longer.
The Ghost King's aura is too strong. When you are with the Ghost King, it's as if there is a layer of overbearing invisible pressure hitting you, like a jack pressing on your chest, making even breathing very difficult.
Xiao Yuqing was about to find an excuse to leave, but she heard the person in front of her ask in a clear voice: "Do you like Yu Zhengzheng?"
He was stunned for a moment, and it took him a while to realize that it was the Ghost King who was asking him a question.
Xiao Yuqing thought for a moment, pursed her lips and replied: "Miss Yu is very good, with a cheerful and kind personality. No one would dislike her."
Rong Shang sneered and thought, look at what kind of people she likes.
He doesn't even dare to admit openly that he likes me, but just plays Tai Chi in a roundabout way. If this is what is called "like", then it's too cheap.
Rong Shangran sat down slowly, slightly bent his bony fingers, and tapped gently on the stone table: "Are you Xiao Bichi's adopted son?"
Xiao Yuqing nodded: "Yes."
Rong Shang smiled and greeted cordially, "That old guy is not dead yet?"
Xiao Yuqing: “…”
The calmness on his face was a little off: "My father is in good health and everything is going well."
Rong Shang nodded: "Yes, a thousand-year-old turtle, a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, Xiao Bichi must live for another thousand or hundred years to make a turtle."
Xiao Yuqing: “???”
He began to recall whether his adoptive father and the Ghost King had ever been enemies, but after thinking for a long time, he still couldn't find any clue.
The adoptive father seldom mentioned the Ghost King. He would only complain about him occasionally because he was somewhat dissatisfied with the Ghost King's act of taking Xiang Feng in.
But that was just a simple complaint. Even if Xiang Feng killed his adoptive father's junior sister, his adoptive father would not offend the Ghost King for revenge.
After all, there are tens of thousands of disciples of the Yuling Sect behind my adoptive father. He cannot be so selfish and ignore them just for revenge.
Just when he didn't know how to respond to the Ghost King, other people got up one after another and walked out of the house.
Xiao Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, finally she didn't have to deal with the Ghost King alone.
Not long after, Yu Zhengzheng, who had gone to the small kitchen, came back. Seeing that everyone was there, Xiang Feng was ready to lead everyone to the outing and poetry gathering.
Yu Zhengzheng didn't want to run away. Not to mention that the Ghost King was following her and she couldn't escape, even if she ran away, she had to survive.
The Seventh Prince told her that as long as the Ghost King died, the aura on the silver chain would disappear.
It is impossible for the Ghost King to take off the chain for her personally. If she wants to escape from here alive, she must cooperate with the Seventh Prince to kill the Ghost King.
The bullwhip suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but glare at the white shadow in front of her. No wonder she was still a single dog for tens of thousands of years.
He looks ordinary and does nothing. Only a fool would like him.
She happened to pass by a drugstore, so she stopped and prepared to go in to buy some herbal pain-relieving herbs to hold in her mouth to avoid the menstrual cramps that would make her unable to walk.
As soon as she entered, she heard the shopkeeper chattering with saliva flying: "A wealthy young man came in early in the morning and said he wanted to buy medicine for women. He wanted the most expensive and best. I saw at a glance that he had kidney deficiency, so I packed up the bull whip, the treasure of the store, for him."
The shopkeeper touched the gold ingot with satisfaction and said, "I'm sure that young master must be full of energy and vigor at this moment."
Yu Zhengzheng: “…”
If nothing unexpected happens, the wealthy young man might be the Ghost King.
She bit her lower lip lightly, a trace of trance flashed in her eyes.
Did she blame him wrongly
He wanted to buy medicine for her, but the shopkeeper misunderstood him, so he brought back a bull whip
Yu Zhengzheng bought some oral pain-relieving herbs from the pharmacy. She put two mouthfuls of the herbs into her mouth, a little absent-minded.
She felt a sore and swollen feeling in her lower abdomen, and the wound on her ribs was also aching. The pain made her feel uncomfortable all over, and even her mind was foggy.
Her days in the human world are numbered. Whether she likes it or not, the Seventh Prince will definitely force her to give the medicine to the Ghost King in the next two days. Then the Seventh Prince will bring a thunderstorm, and he will surely be in danger of death.
Even though he was extremely annoying, she still owed him a thank you today.
She sighed deeply and took small steps to catch up.
Yu Zhengzheng followed behind him, hesitated for a moment, then slowly stretched out her little hand and gently pulled the corner of his robe sleeve.
Her action shocked everyone. Countless eyes fell on her hands. They all turned their heads away, as if they had already anticipated the bloody scene that would happen next.
The Ghost King is aloof and has a severe obsession with mysophobia, so no one dares to touch him.
The last person who reached out to touch him had been chopped into minced meat and fed to dogs, with not even a soul left.
Yu Zhengzheng had only served the Ghost King for two nights, but he really thought of himself as something special.
Rong Shang paused, ignored the burning gazes of the crowd, turned his head and glanced at her, as if waiting for her to speak.
He doesn't like being touched by others, and neither does she.
Her white jade fingers tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, her fingertips turned slightly white because of too much force, and her voice trembled faintly: "Thank you."
Rong Shang was stunned.
He has heard others say "I like you" and "I hate you", but the one he hears most is "You must die a horrible death".
But she was the first one to say thank you to him.
His fingertips gently stroked the jade ring on his thumb. His drooping eyelashes blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression. Only the slight curve of his lips revealed his emotions at the moment.
He uttered a neutral "hmm" and continued walking forward.
Xiao Yuqing looked at her hand thoughtfully, her eyes slightly gloomy.
When Yu Zhengzheng looked up, she saw everyone standing there in a daze.
She was a little confused: "What's wrong?"
Xiang Feng looked strange: "You just reached out and touched the edge of the king's clothes."
Yu Zhengzheng was even more confused: "Yes."
She didn't forcefully kiss him in public, she just pulled his sleeve. Was it necessary to make such a fuss
No one knew what everyone was thinking. They all looked at her in amazement, as if they were looking at some alien creature.
Especially the Seventh Prince, his eyes were almost glued to her.
In this strange atmosphere, Yu Zhengzheng arrived at the location of the outing poetry party.
The original intention of the poetry meeting was to bring together nobles and beautiful ladies in the capital, so the venue was chosen near the Marriage Temple outside the capital.
The Marriage Temple is surrounded by mountains on all sides and is close to the river. You can recite poems and compose essays in the mountain pavilion during the day and take a boat trip on the river at night. It is a very suitable place for romance.
Before going up to the Marriage Temple, Yu Zhengzheng saw Nangong Tianba, who was leaning against the stone railing and looking at the sky at a 45-degree angle of sorrow.
The aristocratic aura around him attracted many young ladies and young ladies. They wanted to get close to him but dared not, and could only hide aside and peek at him shyly.
Xiang Feng stopped and asked them, "Who among you can write poetry?"
Except for Xiao Yuqing who responded, no one else said anything. They could recite poems, but not write them.
The world of immortals never holds these cheesy poetry gatherings. They all want to compete in cultivation and spiritual power. They are unlike the human world who likes to show off their literary talent and recite poems and songs all the time.
Xiang Feng felt a little embarrassed. What was the use of Xiao Yuqing being the only one who could write poetry? What he needed was a woman who could write poetry.
Nangong Tianba didn't say anything, but the princess was a woman, and it would be rude to let Xiao Yuqing go forward rashly.
This assessment had nothing to do with him, but the king had just given him an order, ordering him to make sure to get the heirloom letter.
If it weren't for the fact that King Yan was so stubborn that he would rather die than surrender, according to the nature of the Ghost Sect, they would have threatened King Yan with Nangong Tianba's life long ago, and there would be no need to go through so much trouble.
Just when Xiang Feng was in trouble, An Ning timidly tugged at his clothes and said, "Brother Xiang Feng, I can write poetry."
Xiang Feng was stunned: "Write one for me to hear."
An Ning nodded and looked around at the surrounding scenery: "I slept through the spring without knowing the dawn, and heard birds singing everywhere. There were sounds of wind and rain at night, and I wonder how many flowers have fallen."
Everyone couldn't help but gasp. This poem sounded simple, but its artistic conception was elegant and lasting, leaving people with endless aftertaste.
I originally thought An Ning was just a worldly woman, but unexpectedly she was a buried talented woman.
Xiang Feng exclaimed: "What a beautiful line! How many flowers have fallen? ...
Xiao Yuqing also nodded and praised: "The spring is in full bloom, and it is a good time. Miss An Ning is a wonderful person."
An Ning blushed and said, "Mr. Xiao, you are too kind. I don't know much. I can only compose music and recite poems."
Yu Zhengzheng listened to the conversation between the few people and found it ridiculous.
This poem is clearly Meng Haoran's "Spring Dawn", so how did it become a poem written by An Ning
She wanted to tell everyone that this poem was not originally written by An Ning, but this book was fictional and no one knew Meng Haoran at all, so it would be a waste of time for her to say it.
Yu Zhengzheng was considering how to start the conversation when Shanshui pulled her aside.
Perhaps because he didn’t eat enough last night, Shanshui looked more haggard than yesterday. His originally bright red lips looked slightly pale, and there was a hint of blue in his eyes.
Shanshui hung his head, a little frustrated: "Miss Zhengzheng, am I stupid?"
Yu Zhengzheng patted her hands: "How could that be? You are not stupid at all."
Shanshui asked again: "Am I very fat?"
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned, not knowing how to answer this question.
In fact, Shanshui is not that fat, it's just that he has a big appetite on weekdays, so the food he eats makes him a little round. Coupled with his naturally chubby face with baby fat, he gives people the illusion of being chubby.
Although the aesthetic standards vary from place to place, the aesthetic standard in the world of immortal cultivation is that thinness is beautiful. The more petite and delicate a woman is, the more she can arouse a man's desire to protect her.
If nothing unexpected happens, Xiang Feng is also such a cliché man.
Just as she was about to encourage Shanshui, she heard Shanshui murmur in a low voice: "Miss An Ning is very beautiful. I envy her very much."
Yu Zhengzheng was silent for a moment, then held her hand and said, "You are also very beautiful. Everyone has their own unique beauty, which cannot be replaced by others."
Shanshui shook his head: "I want to be thin, as thin as Miss Zhengzheng."
After that, she stared at Yu Zhengzheng's chest and observed it carefully for a while: "But... Miss Zhengzheng, where are your breasts?"
Yu Zhengzheng: “… …” It feels like I’ve been hit by a critical hit.
After everyone discussed how to approach the princess, they each did their job and completed the task.
There were people left with nothing to do, and Xiang Feng did not restrict their freedom. Several people walked together towards the marriage tree.
The marriage tree grows on a white bridge. The railings are hung with rusty love locks, and the bridge is called the Love Bridge.
Legend has it that as long as you carve your name and your loved one's name on a love lock and then hang the lock on the Love Bridge, you can live together forever.
If this had happened half a month ago, Yu Zhengzheng would have definitely carved the name of her senior brother on it, but now she felt nothing at all and even wanted to pick the lock and throw it into the river.
Shanshui watched Zi Yu and Zi Qian carving words on the love locks, and she also pulled Yu Zhengzheng to join in the fun. She walked to the platform next to the marriage tree and picked up two love locks.
She handed Yu Zhengzheng a love lock and asked curiously, "Miss Zhengzheng, do you have someone you like?"
Yu Zhengzheng said firmly: "No, what about you?"
Shanshui thought for a moment and said, "I like too many people, so this lock can't hold them all."
Yu Zhengzheng showed a curious look: "Who are they?"
Shanshui counted on his fingers: "Brother Wu from the pork shop, Uncle Li who makes candy figurines, Uncle Zhang from the wonton shop... and Old Wang from the coffin shop next door."
Listening to Shanshui counting out a dozen people he liked in one breath, Yu Zhengzheng couldn't help but feel ashamed, because Xiang Feng was not among these dozen people.
Shanshui added: "Oh, yes, and my master."
When Yu Zhengzheng saw her taking a knife and starting to carve her name on the love lock, she began to feel a little itchy.
Who knows if this love lock will work.
What if it really works
Yu Zhengzheng picked up a knife and carved two names on the love lock.
She smiled foolishly at the love lock twice, and a faint voice came from behind: "What are you doing?"
Yu Zhengzheng didn't shy away from him. She hung the love lock on the bridge railing, pointed at the name on it and said, "Carve your name on the love lock and hang it on the Tongxin Bridge, and you can live together forever."
This kind of nonsense is naturally not believed by Rong Shang.
But seeing that she was smiling so happily, I was sure that the love lock must have engraved a person who was very important to her.
Rong Shang leaned down and looked in the direction she pointed.
With just a glance, he saw a familiar word.
—容上.
That person's name was Rong Tu. He pretended to be that person and entered Penglai Mountain to become the chief disciple. He thought that person's name was too ugly, so he used his real name. So it was not surprising that Yu Zhengzheng engraved this name on it.
The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she looked back happily.
There were three big characters engraved behind his name.
—Yu Jiangjiang.