Rongshang's face was buried in the shadows, his drooping eyelashes concealed the sinister look in his eyes, and his voice was icy cold: "Are you Xuexi's puppet?"
He asked a question, but he said it lightly in a declarative tone.
Puppets are made from dead bodies.
The most common are low-level puppets. Although the chance of successful refining is very high, low-level puppets do not have their own thoughts and their hearts do not beat. They must have a master nearby to control them in order to move.
High-level puppets are relatively rare, and refining them requires a great deal of time and energy, as well as the use of various elixirs and magical drugs.
Because the chance of successful refining is very small, few people will waste time and money to refine high-level puppets.
The high-level puppets that have been refined are almost the same as living people. Not only do they have heartbeats and thoughts like living people, but they are also not restricted by distance. Even if the master is not nearby, they can be controlled to execute orders.
Obviously, the woman in front of him who possesses Xue Xi's body is a high-level puppet.
An Ning paused, covered her lips and smiled: "So what?"
Her fingertips covered his face and slowly moved downwards: "Even if you can survive tonight, within a cup of tea, you will forget everything that just happened."
This was a side effect of the Forgetfulness Incense, and it was just to be on the safe side in case he didn't die but her identity was exposed in vain.
He narrowed his eyes and felt a slight dizziness at his temples. The objects in front of his eyes gradually twisted and deformed, like a wet ink painting with splashes of water slowly spreading across the canvas, and his original appearance could no longer be seen.
He is the son of God, his body is immune to all poisons. He can drink even poisonous wine without changing his expression, not to mention ordinary cartilage powder and forgetfulness incense.
But the medicine An Ning gave him was obviously specially made for him.
He was so aware of Xue Xi's special physique and was able to pick up Xue Xi's corpse and refine it into a puppet. I'm afraid only his sickly brother could do such a thing.
After hiding from him for more than a thousand years, you finally can't stand it anymore and want to take action against him
Rong Shang looked up at An Ning's neck. Her slender and white neck looked so fragile. He could easily twist her head off with a little force.
His fingers hanging on the couch trembled twice.
Just because An Ning wants to touch him, is she worthy
Just as An Ning's fingers were about to fall on his waist, there was a loud "bang" outside the house, which startled her so much that she shuddered and turned her head away subconsciously.
I saw a staggering figure appear outside the door.
She was holding a wine jug in her hand, her cheeks flushed, one of her legs still kicking the door, and she slowly let out a long, strong burp.
An Ning was stunned, and a hint of cruelty flashed in his eyes.
No one should try to interfere with her business.
He was just a useless piece of wood spiritual root. She would just kill him and then frame the Ghost King. Anyway, the Ghost King's hands were already stained with blood, so they naturally would not suspect her.
An Ning got off the couch, pulled out a bi'sh0u from his waist, and slowly moved towards the door.
This was the first time that Yu Zhengzheng had drunk alcohol in more than ten years. She didn't like the spicy and choking taste of sake.
That kind of wine is too strong and not suitable for her.
The scenery outside the boat was pleasant, with drizzling rain and the sound of a piano. Xiao Yuqing poured her a cup of peach blossom wine.
The atmosphere was so good that she felt embarrassed to refuse, so she just took a sip.
But the silky texture, with a hint of refreshing peach blossom fragrance, and the delicate and soft taste in the mouth made her addicted immediately.
If someone hadn't called her upstairs, she would have drunk all the peach blossom wine in the cellar tonight.
Mosaics appeared indirectly in front of Yu Zhengzheng's eyes. She vaguely saw an unidentified object hunching its body and walking towards her with its body lowered.
The object seemed to be a rooster ready to fly into the sky, and then it suddenly turned into a goose that raised its neck to twist people. Yu Zhengzheng moved shakily and easily avoided the attack of the goose.
An Ning looked at the bi'sh0u whose knife stabbed into the air and frowned tightly. Is this woman drunk
Yu Zhengzheng raised his head and took a sip of peach wine. He walked inside while burping, "Where are the people? Who's looking for me?"
A bed with curtains drawn appeared in front of her, and there seemed to be a shirtless man lying on the bed. She paused and the corners of her mouth became slightly moist.
Yu Zhengzheng wiped his saliva and said, "You, are you a cowherd?"
When Rong Shang heard the unclear voice, he knew who it was. He slowly exhaled: "Get out..."
Before he finished speaking, he remembered her blushing face during the call and changed his mind: "Come in."
If she were to go out now, she would probably be hacked to death by An Ning.
I don't know how much alcohol I had to drink to get this drunk. I can't even run away. It's really useless.
She was confused. He just asked her to go out, and then asked her to come in. So did he want her to go out or come in
Yu Zhengzheng giggled twice and raised the wine jug in her hand: "I see, do you want me to sit on it and move it yourself?"
On: "…"
Seeing An Ning standing behind her, she raised her bi'sh0u high, bent her fingers slightly, pinched a Buddhist bead with her fingertips, held it between her fingers, and threw it out with force.
This special cartilage powder works for him, but not much.
He was unable to move just now, but now he just felt numb and weak all over. After a while, he would be able to recover.
His limbs felt heavy, so he threw the beads with less force, only knocking the bi'sh0u down, but not piercing An Ning's wrist.
Although An Ning was a puppet, she could feel pain like a living person. She endured the dull pain from her wrist and reached out to catch the bi'sh0u at the moment it fell.
Yu Zhengzheng heard the movement behind her and subconsciously turned around. Her slightly bent elbow knocked her arm two inches off course, and it fell straight onto An Ning's feet.
The sword cut through iron like mud and fell on An Ning's bare feet. Sticky blood rushed out of the wound and soaked the cracks in the floor.
Because high-level puppets are soaked in potions for a long time, their skin pain is more sensitive than that of living people.
An Ning's facial features were distorted and her teeth were bared, no longer the gentle and lovely look she had just had.
Hearing the sound of gasps, Yu Zhengzheng belatedly realized that there was a woman in front of him.
A small pool of blood flowed out from An Ning's feet. She held An Ning with concern: "Sister, are you going to give birth? Why are you bleeding so much? Don't get excited, lie down quickly, I will deliver the baby for you!"
An Ning wanted to shake off her hand, but her palm was like an iron clamp and she couldn't shake it off no matter how hard she tried.
Seeing that she was not cooperating, Yu Zhengzheng could only persuade her earnestly: "Giving birth is a big deal, not a joke. You have to spread your legs to give the baby enough space to come out, otherwise the baby will suffocate to death."
As she spoke, she stretched out her hand towards An Ning's feet and used two fingers to pry open An Ning's toes: "Sister, use more force! The baby's head is already out!"
An Ning: “…”
Seeing the time passing by little by little, the time she and her master had agreed on in advance was about to arrive. She gritted her teeth, endured the pain from her feet, and reached out to pinch Yu Zhengzheng's neck.
Yu Zhengzheng was pinched so hard that she made a chicken-like sound, like a rooster crowing, one burst of "cock-a-doodle-doo" after another.
An Ning was afraid that her screams would attract others, so she had to use one hand to cover her mouth and use the other hand to pull the bi'sh0u off her foot.
As soon as the bi'sh0u was pulled out, the wound on the instep of the foot, which had just clotted with blood, began to bleed again.
Yu Zhengzheng was a kind person. She did not hold it against An Ning for strangling her neck just now. Seeing that An Ning's feet were bleeding, she took the bi'sh0u from An Ning's hand based on the principle of saving lives first, and then inserted the bi'sh0u back to its original position.
With a muffled groan, crystal tears slowly fell from An Ning's smooth cheeks. Her palms curled up into the shape of chicken claws, and the pain made her unable to help but scream.
Yu Zhengzheng imitated An Ning and covered An Ning's mouth with the hand that had just been tickling her toes.
She pointed at the bare-chested person on the couch and said, "Shh! Keep your voice down, others are also giving birth!"
On: "…"
I don’t know if it was because of the pain or because I was holding my breath, but An Ning couldn’t breathe smoothly and fainted.
Rong Shang tried to raise his arms and sat up from the couch slowly.
His pale face was now covered with an unnatural blush.
The sound of the heartbeat seemed so abrupt in the silent room, the hot blood was like boiling water, and an inexplicable anger was pushed up.
The incense of forgetfulness in the peaceful environment took effect.
He would have a fever every rainy night, but that kind of burning sensation was completely different from the burning feeling he felt at this moment.
His body has its own defense mechanism. Toxic drugs like cartilage powder will dissolve and decompose in his blood and eventually disappear without a trace.
But for a non-toxic drug like the Forgetfulness Incense, he could only rely on himself to get through it.
Rong Shang didn't care. He could use his divine power to suppress the Forgetfulness Fragrance, but it would only add some more torture, which was nothing.
However, the side effect of the forgetfulness incense is temporary amnesia, which is a bit troublesome.
He pulled his robe together and prepared to twist An Ning's head off, lest he forget about it later and leave behind a disaster.
Before Rong Shang went to bed, he heard disorderly footsteps coming from outside the house.
Judging from the sound, there seem to be quite a few people coming.
I don’t know if it was because the noise made by the two of them when they were pecking at each other was so loud that it attracted them, or if An Ning and her friends agreed on a time in advance and attracted Xiang Feng and them when the time came.
He heard Xiang Feng's anxious voice and was about to end his peace when there was a sudden flash of light outside the window.
The rumbling thunder came closer and closer, and the footsteps were about to reach outside the house. Rong Shang was stunned for a moment, then grabbed Yu Zhengzheng by the collar, grabbed her and jumped out of the window.
After he landed safely, he looked at Yu Zhengzheng, who was like a little chick in his arms, and couldn't help feeling a little regretful.
It was thundering outside, why did he bring her out
She wouldn't die in that room. At most, An Ning would wake up and throw some dirty water on her, causing her to be misunderstood by everyone.
Before Rong Shang had time to think clearly, someone in the room on the third floor stuck his head out of the window, and he carried her and hid in the sundries room on the second floor.
Listening to the continuous thunder outside the house, he put down Yu Zhengzheng's collar, slowly sat down on the ground, leaning his back against the wooden box, his breathing slightly disordered and rapid.
Before coming to the human world, he specifically monitored the climate for the next few days and found no signs of thunderstorms.
No matter whether the dragon clan is making rain or the Thunder God and the Lightning Goddess are sending thunder, they all need the order of the Emperor of Heaven. Even if the people of the dragon clan can make rain behind the back of the Emperor of Heaven, the Thunder God and the Lightning Goddess dare not send thunder privately.
The rain came suddenly, and the thunder came even more strangely.
The communication bracelet on Yu Zhengzheng's wrist lit up. He was stunned for a moment, then placed his fingertips over the red light and answered the letter.
He remembered that he cleared out everyone in the communication bracelet and left only him.
So who is this person she is communicating with
Her face avoided the visible range of the red light, and a faint soft light was projected above her head, revealing a man's face.
There was no candlelight in the utility room where they were, only moonlight shining through the window, allowing the Seventh Prince to make out her general outline.
The Seventh Prince was a little annoyed: "Yu Zhengzheng! I finally persuaded the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning. They risked being punished and cast thunder, but you are sleeping soundly here?"
Yu Zhengzheng had fallen asleep hugging her knees in a daze. When she heard someone calling her name, she raised her head in confusion and responded subconsciously, "Hmm?"
The Seventh Prince saw her mouth dripping with glittering saliva and a jade pot tightly clenched in her hand. He was so angry that his face turned green. "I asked you to drug that old thief, but did you do it? It was you who said that his power would be weakened during thunderstorms. You are not lying to me, are you?"
Yu Zhengzheng smacked her lips and closed her eyes. It was obvious that she turned a deaf ear to his words and didn't hear a single word he said.
The Seventh Prince's facial features were distorted. "You don't even take my vengeance against him for killing my father seriously?! You'll see if I give you the antidote or not. You can just wait to become a dead fish!"
After saying that, he angrily cut off the call.
He stared with his dark eyes at Yu Zhengzheng who was lying on his legs and smacking her lips.
He was able to persuade the God of Thunder and the Goddess of Lightning to send down thunder without permission, and he also had a grudge against him for having killed his father. This man must be the descendant of the Dragon King of the South China Sea without a doubt.
He snorted lightly, a thin smile on his lips.
She told this man everything he had said that night.
He asked her why she had been so attentive these past two days, and it turned out that she wanted to drug him.
What a great Yu Zhengzheng.
The divine power was slowly drained from his body. He raised his arms feebly, and tiny bits of frost condensed in the gaps between his dense eyelashes.
His body was burned by the raging fire, but a thin layer of frost formed on his skin, as if millions of ants were gnawing at his bones, or like cold ice cutting through his flesh.
The things in front of her eyes gradually distorted, but Ke Rongshang reached out his hand persistently, and his cold big palm covered her slender neck.
She did not turn to ashes.
He stared blankly at his palm, and after a while he slowly realized that his divine power had just been drained.
No living thing can bear God's grace. It turns out that the prerequisite is that he must have divine power.
Perhaps feeling the cold object covering the back of her neck, Yu Zhengzheng slowly opened her eyes and pulled his hand off her neck.
Her palms were so hot that even his icy palms were slightly warm.
Whenever there was a thunderstorm, he would lose all his powers.
Every time this happened, he would find a deserted place and go there alone.
He never knew that he could touch living things when he had no divine power.
I didn't know that a woman's palm could be so soft and tender.
Rong Shang gently squeezed her little hand. She looked at him dimly, with tears in her eyes: "You, who are you?"
He didn't have the energy to speak and could only look at her.
Lightning flashed across the dark clouded sky, and thin streaks of silver-blue light were like branches sprouting from a tree trunk, densely distributed in the gloomy sky.
The roar was so loud that she subconsciously leaned towards him and buried her head in his arms: "Are you a cowherd?"
This was the second time he heard the word "Cowherd". He knew Cowherd. Cowherd and Weaver Girl met on Magpie Bridge every year, and he had even seen them dating.
But why did she call him cowherd
Is it because... she wants to be a weaver girl
Rong Shang didn't have much energy to respond to her, and only hummed softly in his throat: "Hmm."
Yu Zhengzheng smiled. She raised the wine jug in her hand and took a sip. "This is my first time whoring a man. How much do you charge for one night?"
On: "…"
Seeing that he was silent, she asked relentlessly, "Are you unhappy?"
Yu Zhengzheng murmured in a low voice: "I didn't expect that you have such a strong self-esteem despite your average looks."
General Rong chewed the word repeatedly between his teeth: "Whore?"
There was a hint of arrogance in his voice, and she immediately understood what he meant: "If you don't like being prostituted, and you don't pay me after I sleep with you, then that doesn't count as prostitution, right?"
On: "…"
If he had not lost his divine power, if he had not been completely powerless, he swore that he would have broken her neck.
Perhaps the side effects of the forgetfulness incense took effect, his mind started to become foggy and his memories just now gradually became blurred.
Peace, peace, can't forget...
He clenched her hand, his voice intermittent: "An Ning, she is a puppet. Remember, she is a puppet."
Yu Zhengzheng didn't hear clearly, she put her little face close to his lips: "What did you say?"
With no other choice, he could only repeat patiently: "Do remember..."
Before she finished her words, she tilted her head back and gently covered his thin lips.
Soft to the touch, icy cool.
It tastes like peach milk cake, soft and delicate, with a long aftertaste.
A dragonfly touches the water and disappears in a flash.
He couldn't come back to his senses for a long time, and the scene just now seemed to be just an illusion.
His thin lips were still stained with a temperature that did not belong to him. The burning blood seemed to be even more boiling and hot. His breathing was disordered and a faint blush appeared on his pale cheeks.
Rong Shang asked, "Why did you kiss me?"
He even forgot to call himself and just wanted to get the answer from her.
The bright moonlight sprinkled on her head, giving her a gentle halo. Her eyes were innocent: "You said so, kiss me."
On: "…"
What he wanted to say was that we must remember that An Ning was a puppet.
After he uttered the word "tens of millions", she kissed him.
He hated being touched by others. Even if they just touched the corner of his clothes, his stomach would churn for a long time.
This is all thanks to his father, the disgusting Third Prince of Donghuang.
In order to save the child in his concubine's belly, the Third Prince searched everywhere for the dragon's spinal cord. In order to obtain the dragon's spinal cord, he even sent his legally married wife, the goddess, to another man's bed.
From a young dragon in his twenties, to a bald middle-aged man with a big belly, and even an old man with white hair in his eighties.
She was once the untouchable moon in the water, and even more so the unattainable daughter of heaven. No man could resist such a stunningly beautiful goddess.
He saw with his own eyes how his mother served those men like a whore, groveling and cringing.
In order to keep the heart of the Third Prince, her pride, her dignity, and even the last bit of her sense of responsibility as a mother were trampled into the dirt and became so lowly that they were not worth mentioning.
It was not until the concubine was about to give birth that the Third Prince learned that the East Emperor priest had precious dragon spinal marrow in his hands, which could help the concubine give birth to a child smoothly.
The Donghuang priest is a hermaphrodite who is attracted to both men and women. He disdains the goddess who is already dirty.
The third prince wanted to please the priest, so he locked him in an iron cage and sent him to the priest overnight.
The priest touched every inch of his skin, as if a cold centipede was crawling on his body. He struggled desperately to resist, so the priest cut his back with a knife.
His back was covered with scars, and the curse of the evil spirits had been buried under the wounds by rituals. Whenever it rained, the wounds would feel a burning sensation, as if they were going to tear him in half.
Only the dragon's spinal cord can relieve the pain. The priest wants to make him a slave, a slave as obedient as the goddess.
But he didn't, he killed the priest.
The price is that the dragon's tendons are pulled out and the dragon's scales are gouged out.
Everything that belonged to him was taken away and given to his concubine's children.
The shadow of this unhappy childhood flashed before his eyes, and his eyes drooped.
He gently stroked her slightly cool thin lips, as if he was savoring the warmth and sweetness just now.
It seems... not that annoying
My brain seemed to be empty for a while, and I could hear a faint buzzing sound in my ears, as if some vague memory was being drawn away.
He knew that he could not count on Yu Zhengzheng, so he tried to bite his finger and write the word "puppet" on the floor with blood.
But at this moment he didn't even have the strength to bite his fingers. He bit them two or three times, but his teeth didn't even scratch the fingertips.
The puppet's master is the person he has been looking for for a thousand years, and he must find him.
He put his fingers under her fangs and she looked at him blankly, her face full of confusion.
Rong Shang's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of emptiness in it: "Bite."
Yu Zhengzheng was stunned for a moment, and her soft lips covered the fingertips.
His back stiffened, and his raised arm trembled twice. His heavy breathing seemed so abrupt in the silent rainy night.
She still bit her finger, but the sharp canine teeth accidentally scraped the fingertip, leaving a small bloody cut.
He absentmindedly lowered his arm, stained with a pitiful amount of blood, and drew the word "Puppet" on the ground.
In the end, he couldn't hold on any longer, and he didn't even finish writing this one word. Before he lost consciousness, he whispered to himself: "Puppet, puppet..."
Rong Shang fainted. Yu Zhengzheng frowned and repeated the word he had just said twice between his teeth: "Puppet... Puppet?"
At some point, the thunder stopped.
The riverside was sparkling, and the wind brought the fragrance of the earth, caressing her cheek gently and tenderly. She snuggled in his arms, and there seemed to be a hint of rusty blood between her teeth.
She smacked her lips, found a comfortable position, and fell into a deep sleep.
When a ray of fine golden light shone through the window lattice on his face in the early morning, he frowned slightly and slowly opened his eyes.
The heavy object in front of him made it difficult for him to breathe, and the wet touch soaked through his underwear, causing him severe discomfort.
He frowned and looked at the woman who was huddled in front of him, reeking of alcohol and drooling, and pushed her out.
He touched his undershirt and underwear, and a layer of frost formed on his expressionless face.
Why is he here
Why was she lying on top of him
Where is his robe
What did she do to him
Questions popped up in Rong Shang's mind one after another. Yu Zhengzheng, who was pushed down, groaned twice and woke up slowly.
As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw that cold and stinky face. She thought about it and closed her eyes again.
She must have woken up in the wrong way.
When she opened her eyes again, the King of Hell had not disappeared. Not only that, he had folded his arms and was staring at her with a sinister look.
Yu Zhengzheng really wanted to muster up the courage to ask him "What are you looking at?", but before her vocal cords could make a sound, her fingernail-sized courage was gone.
He was only wearing his underwear, his outer robe was gone, and his white underwear was wrinkled and transparent with her saliva.
His bony fingers tapped lightly on the collarbone of his undergarment and he pulled it outward uncomfortably.
Just as he was about to take off his saliva-stained underwear, he raised his eyes and caught a glimpse of Yu Zhengzheng who was staring at his chest.
Rong Shang sneered and withdrew his fingers from unbuttoning his clothes.
No matter who gets a bargain, she can't get one.
He falls in love with every girl he meets. What a playboy.
The river surface after the rain looked particularly clear and blue. A cool breeze blew in through the window. He looked at the wet deck outside the window and vaguely recalled that it had rained again last night.
He asked her to apply medicine on him, and he couldn't remember what happened afterwards.
Did it thunder last night
If it was just raining, how could he lose a memory for no reason
He stood up and was about to leave when his eyes accidentally swept across the red bloodstains under his feet.
He narrowed his eyes and stared at the blood on the floor.
What word does this look like
He looked at the floor carefully, but after a long while he could only make out a vague character "亻". He had no idea what was going to be written behind it.
The only thing that can be confirmed is that the bloody words on the floor were written with his blood.
Yu Zhengzheng was in great distress. Unless he left, she wouldn't dare to leave.
He was clearly about to leave, why did he stop there
Rong Shang opened his thin lips slightly, with a hint of coldness in his voice: "Come here."
When Yu Zhengzheng heard his almost commanding tone, her face turned a little unhappy.
The hangover made her head foggy and her lower abdomen was aching and aching. If the man in front of her wasn't the Ghost King, she would definitely pull out her menstrual belt and smear it on his face.
She wanted to stand up straight and unyielding, but he just glanced at her nonchalantly. She shrank her head and walked over obediently.
He pointed to the bloody words on the floor and asked, "What do you think this word is?"
On the left was a single person, and on the right was what looked like the upper part of a ghost. She only took a glance and said, "'Stupid'."
Rong Shang: “?”
Seeing that he remained silent, she continued her analysis in a fair manner, "Perhaps it was raining last night, and under the beautiful scenery, you suddenly had an idea to dissect yourself, so you wrote the word 'stupid'."
On: "…"
His eyes were gentle: "How do you like to die?"
Yu Zhengzheng shuddered: "I like immortality."
He glanced at her, bent down, picked up the piece of floor with the bloody words, and jumped out of the window.
She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him leave, but before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she discovered a fatal problem.
The door of the utility room was locked, and the deck was two stories high from the window. If she dared to roll over and leave as casually as he did, she would probably suffer a series of broken bones.
Yu Zhengzheng wanted to call him, but he disappeared as soon as he went out, and not even his trace could be found.
She pulled at the window and called for help: "Help! Help—"
She howled for an unknown amount of time, but finally someone heard her screams and rescued her from the utility room.
When Yu Zhengzheng found the main force, the expressions on their faces when they looked at her were more or less a little weird.
Yu Jiangjiang said meaningfully: "Sister is finally back. We searched for her all night but couldn't find her. We were so worried."
Ziyu sneered, "As soon as Miss An Ning was injured, Miss Yu disappeared. What a coincidence."
Ziqian also agreed, "Isn't it? If you don't know, you would think Miss Yu has fled because she is afraid of the crime."
Yu Zhengzheng didn’t know why they were being so weird again. She didn’t even see An Ning last night. What did An Ning’s injury have to do with her
She was too lazy to pay attention to them, but Shanshui was unwilling to do so: "Miss Zhengzheng has no grudge against Miss Anning, so why would she stab Miss Anning's foot with a bi'sh0u?"
"Besides, if they had a grudge against each other, they should have stuck the bi'sh0u into Miss An Ning's heart instead of stabbing her in the foot."
Only then did Yu Zhengzheng notice Shanshui standing behind Xiang Feng. She didn't know what method Shanshui used, but in just two days, he had become a whole circle thinner than before.
Her face was less chubby, the double spiral bun on her head was replaced with a flying fairy bun, and even the apricot-colored dress that Shanshui always loved to wear was turned into a satin snow silk dress.
Having shed her childish appearance, Shanshui has become graceful and elegant, completely different from before, as if she has become a different person.
As Shanshui finished speaking, Xiao Yuqing nodded in agreement: "Miss An Ning hasn't woken up yet, it's too early to jump to conclusions."
He glanced at Zi Yu and Zi Qian, and said gently, "I believe Miss Yu. This matter has nothing to do with Miss Yu."
The words "I believe Miss Yu" calmed Yu's restless heart.
Xiang Feng was annoyed by their noise. When An Ning was found, she was lying in a pool of blood, her clothes in disarray, as if she had been forced.
But that room belonged to the king, and there was even the king's robe in the room. He couldn't figure out what had happened during this time.
Disappeared with the king was Yu Zhengzheng. He searched for them all night, searching almost every guest room, but he couldn't find them on the ship.
Xiang Feng took a long breath: "Where did you go last night?"
Yu Zhengzheng heard the question in his voice and said unhappily, "I didn't run away. You're being too strict with me, Hufa. Do I have to report to you wherever I go?"
Xiang Feng was choked by her and was speechless. Seeing that they were all in a bad mood, Xiao Yuqing had to mediate between them: "Don't be anxious, Miss Yu. Protector Xiang was just too worried about Miss An Ning, so his tone was a little harsh."
Seeing that he gave her a way out, Yu Zhengzheng finally softened her tone, "I drank too much last night and woke up in the grocery room. I was just rescued."
She omitted the part about the Ghost King to prevent them from imagining that the two of them had done something shameful.
Xiao Yuqing nodded: "Miss Yu did drink a lot of peach wine last night. This wine is delicious, but it is easy to get drunk."
Having asked this question, I still can't get any clue.
If she really was drunk and blacked out, it would make sense that she couldn't remember anything.
The boat had docked, but An Ning had not woken up yet. Everyone was helpless and had to let Xiang Feng carry An Ning back first.
They no longer had any hope for this assessment.
Last night they tried their best to bring Nangong Tianba and the princess together, but Nangong Tianba always embarrassed the princess and almost made her cry several times.
Finally, the princess was unwilling to continue to save the relationship, so she took a few jars of good wine back to the house and drank alone.
There is only one day left for the assessment, but even if they are given another year, they will not be able to beat Nangong Tianba, this concrete and steel straight man.
Even Xiang Feng gave up struggling. He was ready to take Nangong Tianba to threaten Prince Yan. If Prince Yan did not hand over the heirloom, he would kill them all and then turn Prince Yan's mansion upside down.
He dug three feet deep and refused to believe that he would not find the letter.
Everyone was worried, except Yu Zhengzheng, who was in a good mood.
She found that the hen she bought laid eggs. The eggs were round and big, with shiny shells, which was very rare.
It just so happened that Yu Zhengzheng was a little hungry, so she rubbed the hen's head, took out the eggs from under the hen's butt, and threw them into the small kitchen of the palace to cook.
While the eggs were boiling, she took down the bull whip hanging on the wall, chopped it into small rectangular pieces, and boiled a large pot of bull whip soup in cold water.
Such a good bull whip is a gift from the Ghost King after all, it would be a pity to throw it away.
Yu Zhengzheng carried a large bowl of bull whip soup back to the small courtyard where they were staying temporarily.
An Ning has woken up. The doctor in the palace has treated her wounds. She is leaning on the edge of the couch, talking to Xiang Feng with a weak look on her face.
No matter what Xiang Feng asked, An Ning always said, "I don't remember."
Seeing An Ning's frail complexion, Yu Zhengzheng kindly served An Ning a bowl of bull whip soup: "You are weak, so I made a nourishing soup especially for you."
An Ning looked at her with a strange look, as if she was gritting her teeth.
Yu Zhengzheng pushed the bowl forward and said, "Miss An Ning, please drink some. Don't let my kindness go to waste."
An Ning couldn't refuse and could only force a smile. She took the porcelain bowl handed to her and, under Yu Zhengzheng's encouraging gaze, perfunctorily drank a few sips of the soup and ate a small piece of meat.
Puppets have no sense of taste, so she couldn't tell whether the soup was good or not, but she still said politely, "Miss Yu's cooking skills are really good. I wonder what ingredients are used to make this soup so delicious."
Yu Zhengzheng felt a little embarrassed by the compliment. This was the first time someone praised her cooking.
She smiled shyly: "Bullwhip."
The soup in An Ning's mouth spurted out in radial lines, and a hint of iron blue seemed to appear faintly on her originally pale face.
She sprayed Xiao Yuqing with bullwhip soup all over his body. Seeing that his clothes were wet, An Ning wiped it with her hand in panic.
Xiao Yuqing took a step back and smiled gently: "It's okay, I'll just go change my clothes."
Seeing that An Ning was fine, everyone stopped guarding her. They had not slept all night, and everyone looked tired and exhausted.
Yu Zhengzheng scooped a spoonful of bull whip soup with a spoon. She took a sip happily, but it was so bitter that she almost vomited her intestines.
Maybe because too much salt was added, the soup was very salty. There were shiny drops of oil floating on the soup. It was salty and greasy, and it was extremely unpalatable.
Yu Zhengzheng finally understood why her companions in the end times would rather eat raw rats and ants than eat the food she cooked.
Thinking of this, she was stunned.
How did An Ning manage to drink such an unpalatable soup without changing her expression and even praise the soup against her will for being delicious
She had originally wanted to eat an egg to fill her stomach, but the soup made her so nauseous that she couldn't eat anything else. She had no choice but to put the egg into the storage bracelet and wait until her stomach felt better before eating it.
Yu Zhengzheng was carrying the bull whip soup and was about to go to the small kitchen to pour it out. As soon as she walked out of the yard, she suddenly remembered that Xiao Yuqing's clothes were damaged by the bull whip soup.
He has helped her a lot these days, she should go see him.
The Prince of Yan's mansion was very large, and each of them had a room. Because one courtyard was not enough, they lived in two adjacent courtyards.
The woman lived in the same yard, and the other men lived in another yard.
Xiang Feng was still in the quiet room. The two male disciples from Penglai Mountain had gone back to catch up on their sleep, so the yard was as quiet as a cemetery.
The room where Xiao Yuqing lived was a bit remote, and the door was not closed tightly, leaving a gap.
Yu Zhengzheng peeked inside through the gap, thinking that she would see him changing clothes in an erotic scene, but in fact, he was there in the room.
She thought he had gone out and was about to give up, but when she raised her eyes she caught a glimpse of his robe draped over the screen.
The corners of Yu Zhengzheng's mouth were moist. It turned out that he was taking a bath.
She resisted the urge to go in and take a look, and after hesitating for a while, she still didn't have the courage to go in and take a peek.
She was about to leave when she heard faint voices coming from the room.
"What do you want to do next?"
"No hurry, he doesn't have much time."
"Now that we have alerted the enemy, it will be even more dangerous from now on."
"It doesn't matter. I seem to have found his weak spot."
"What weakness?"
Yu Zhengzheng frowned and stretched her head forward, but the porcelain basin in her hand accidentally hit the door frame. The door creaked and her heart skipped a beat.
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