She didn't know where the wind came from, but she swayed leisurely … There was an old temple on the hillside in the distance, and the corner of the arched eaves disappeared in an instant … Her body was soft, and she could see vines and an embroidered mattress … She was surrounded by mist … She was in the water …
An old hand stretched out … a low, pitying sigh … Suddenly, he saw a bit of purple light spilling into the dark and secluded space … Suddenly, he was horrified, infinitely horrified … A bit of saber light chopped down, and a bright light appeared. In the light, there was a faint face … The next moment, it began to float … Like a dandelion blown by the wind over a high hill … Something landed on his face, making him feel itchy.
Tickling …
She reached out and rubbed her face. 'Why is it so ticklish?'
She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see a snow-white butt.
That butt was right next to her face, rubbing and rubbing and rubbing, and a little stubby tail was wagging and wagging, sweeping across her face.
That was where the itch came from.
Fuyao lazily reached out her hand to push the thing away. "Don't let it fall on my face," she muttered.
She closed her eyes for a while, and in a daze, she felt that something was wrong. How could Ingot be so kind as to wake her up?
She felt something sticky on her face, and it smelled bad. She touched it with her finger, and on her fingertip was a suspicious, yellowish, and ambiguous substance.
"What is this?" She squinted.
Master Ingot was squatting on the table far away, looking at her ambiguously, making him look extremely wretched.
She sat up and shook her heavy head. Just as she was about to get off the bed to wash her face, the door suddenly opened. Yuan Zhaoxu walked in, dressed in bright sunshine, followed by two maids.
He smiled at her first, then turned to Ingot, who wanted to slip away the moment he saw him. "Cai Xiuer said that you ran away without waiting for her to wipe you clean. Why were you in such a hurry?"
Urination … not wiped clean … suspicious substance on her face …
Could it be that this guy just used his face as toilet paper and used his face to rub his defecated butt?
"Ah!" She let out a roar and jumped up to look for her dagger. "I'll make soup out of you!"
Lord Ingot was already running for the window. With a wave of her hand, Meng Fuyao sent the quilt flying into the window frame, shattering three vases. Lord Ingot was long gone.
Meng Fuyao's anger had yet to dissipate. She jumped off the bed and was about to give chase when Yuan Zhaoxu pulled her back.
"Be careful."
Yuan Zhaoxu carried her back. She stared blankly, suddenly realizing that she was wearing underwear, and not the usual kind of underwear. It was her self-made singlet and pants.
His singlet was very small, and it wrapped around his body. His underpants were very large, and they fluttered in the wind.
Not to mention in ancient times, this kind of attire was considered indecent even in modern times. Moreover, right now, a certain someone's hand was unceremoniously placed on her waist. His warm palm was like a small stove, and wherever it touched, it would burn.
Yuan Zhaoxu's eyes seemed to be burning as well. The girl's body before him was voluptuous and delicate. Her neck was slender, her arms were long, her legs were slender, and there was not a single part of her that was not exquisite. Not only did the oddly shaped clothes not make her look bad, they even outlined her outstanding figure perfectly. He could see the seductive curve of her chest, the white, delicate long legs under the loose pants, and the astonishing softness and elasticity of her waist under his palm.
Such a color was the coexistence of purity and seductiveness, a combination of brilliance and allure. It was like the radiant breeze of the four seasons, carrying with it a dazzling splendor. Even the calm and noble Yuan Zhaoxu couldn't help but lose his breath.
Suddenly, he smiled gently and touched his lips with his fingers, his expression lingering as he reminisced.
She raised her head and met his gaze. Even though she did not understand why he had touched his lips and could not remember her molestation last night, she blushed subconsciously. She quickly pushed him away and jumped backwards, but before she could land, she was pulled back by Yuan Zhaoxu. In that instant, his eyes had regained their clarity. "There's a broken vase on the ground, be careful," he said faintly.
His tone was light, but his eyes did not avoid all of Fuyao's naked body parts. Fuyao dove into the blanket and waved her hand vigorously. "Go away, go away. I want to change. "
Yuan Zhaoxu smiled and closed the door. His slender figure floated past the window sash, and a soft sound was heard. The window sash was pulled open, and a certain ball was thrown in.
"Yuan Bao, it's embarrassing for me to look at you sneakily. If you want to look, do it openly."
A certain someone's voice floated through the window, calm, noble, elegant, and unperturbed.
The poor Lord Ingot, who had been betrayed by his master, widened his eyes in panic as he watched himself fall in the direction of Fuyao. In front of him, on the bed, was his nemesis and love rival, Fuyao, with a sinister smile on her face, spreading her arms and waiting for him to fall.
Ten great tortures flashed through Lord Ingot's mind …
"Squeak, squeak!"
A blood-curdling scream burst forth from the noble Oracle Divine Mouse Lord Ingot's mouth. Meng Fuyao smiled as she blew her snot and wiped it on his snow-white fur …
**
Early in the morning, the road outside the walls of King De's Residence was quiet and undisturbed.
Sunlight shone on the southwest wall of the residence. A tuft of grass on the wall moved, and a head popped out.
It looked around and saw that the Dexin Courtyard was very quiet, with its doors and windows shut. Presumably, it was having a good dream. It heaved a sigh of relief and quickly climbed over the wall.
The person who had climbed the wall in broad daylight was naturally Fuyao. After waking up from her drunken stupor in Canglan Palace, she remembered that she had not returned all night. She did not want Yao Xun and Zong Yue to think that she had gone missing, so she hurried back. Before she left, she thought about the child prostitutes, but Yuan Zhaoxu said that there was another reason for it and told her to ignore it.
Just as she lifted one leg to cross the wall and the other was about to land, a calm voice drifted over.
"The door is open."
What he meant was that there was no need to climb the wall.
Initially, Fuyao, who was "drunk and out all night", felt a little embarrassed. To enter her room, she had to go through Zong Yue's room, so she had planned to walk over the wall. Who knew that the uncooperative Zong Yue would call her out?
So be it. She did not want to leave. Instead, she sat on the wall with one leg outside and the other inside. She crossed her arms and looked up, sighing. "The sun is so bright today …"
A few drops of cold rain fell from the sky. It was chilly, and snowflakes slowly floated down.
Amidst the snowflakes, Fuyao said in an intoxicated manner, "The temperature is just right …"
After praising the weather, temperature, and scenery, Fuyao came down from the wall unhurriedly and calmly walked past Zong Yue's door.
Suddenly, she stopped in front of the door and leaned over to sniff. "This medicine smells really bad." Turning his gaze, he discovered that Zong Yue was still sitting cross-legged on the ground, looking at him through the window. Zong Yue's complexion was slightly pale, and on the table beside him, there was an empty cup. The smell of medicine was coming from there.
Seeing her looking at the bowl, Zong Yue's eyes narrowed. With a wave of his sleeve, he closed the window with a bang, almost hitting her nose.
She rubbed her nose and walked back, wondering if Zong Yue was concocting the medicine or if she was injured. It was better to stay away from this mysterious, sharp-tongued prince charming.
Yao Xun knocked on the door after she entered her room to freshen up. He brought her a food container for breakfast. She was famished after a long night of fussing. Wiping her mouth and wiping her mouth, she asked, "This green rice porridge tastes special. Did you soak it with herbs?"
Yao Xun shrugged. "I don't know either. Master Zong asked me to give it to you."
"Huh?" She jumped up and hurriedly circulated her Qi in her body. She didn't find anything out of the ordinary, but she was still worried about Zong Yue's character. She sat there in deep thought and suddenly asked, "Did you give the fake seven-leaf grass you made yesterday to Zong Yue?"
"Yes," Yao Xun said proudly. "I wanted to make the seven-leaf grass honestly, but it's too tough. It's not that easy to crush. The grass you mentioned, on the other hand, was easily crushed. I gave it to Zong Yue, but he didn't even realize it. Haha, the great Medical Saint is just so-so."
She ran out before he finished listening. Yao Xun followed, puzzled, only to see her squatting in front of a clump of grass and wailing.
"F * ck … this is the Yin-Yang Grass … how did my eyes grow …"
**
Meng Fuyao was lying on the ground with her buttocks in the air. Her eyes were as big as an abacus, and she kept digging.
As she dug, she kept touching her face. The biggest effect of the Yin-Yang Grass was to reverse Yin and Yang. If a Yang person ate the grass at night, it could cure their deficiency. If a Yin person ate it during the day, their Yang energy would rise and their face would be covered with pimples. Although they looked youthful, the pimples would only get bigger and bigger without the antidote.
Meng Fuyao had shot herself in the foot. Now, she could only lie on the ground and look for the antidote — the seeds of the Yin-Yang Grass, which were extremely small and hard to find. After searching for half a day, she still couldn't find enough for a single dose.
She sighed and straightened her back. She gritted her teeth and shot daggers at Zong Yue's room. After a long time, she remembered that Zong Yue had gone to treat King De's illness and couldn't be seen. She lowered her head and searched. Suddenly, she remembered that they had passed by an abandoned garden a few days ago. There was a lot of Yin-Yang Grass there, so it should be easier to find the seeds. She hurriedly dragged Yao Xun there.
The abandoned garden was located in the northwest corner of the King's Mansion. From afar, the walls were peeling and the eaves were broken. However, the perimeter wall was sturdy and covered with old cobwebs. The branches of the trees crossed the wall and trembled in the wind. The branches were also withered. In the chilly winter haze, there was a gloomy aura of death.
Meng Fuyao and Yao Xun found the Yin-Yang Grass outside the garden. After digging for half a day, they finally gathered enough. Just as they were about to leave, Yao Xun suddenly stopped in his tracks. "Miss Meng, look! There's someone living in this garden."
Meng Fuyao turned around and saw a white shirt hanging on a tree branch. It was probably blown up by the wind. She couldn't help but be startled.
It was strange enough that there was such a dilapidated place in the luxurious King De's Mansion. It was even more surprising that there was someone living here.
She took a few steps forward and pushed the door. It was locked and rusted. She thought for a moment and turned around to climb the wall.
Yao Xun tried to pull her, but she kicked him down.
She jumped off the wall. The garden was even more dilapidated than it looked from the outside. The ground was full of withered flowers and weeds. The door facing the courtyard was half-closed. She walked over step by step. It was so quiet that she could hear her own breathing.
Her gaze suddenly fell on the door knocker. It wasn't an ordinary door knocker, but a pair of small golden bells. They were exquisite and delicate, with luxurious carvings. However, the carvings were filled with mud, and the lines were black.
The wind blew, but the golden bells didn't ring. It was so quiet that it was dead. The withered leaves on the ground rubbed against each other and hissed like snakes.
But there was a shrill scream that suddenly broke this deathly silence!
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