Chapter 41: In the middle of the night, the cocks crowed and scattered
Shu Yao's beautiful eyes were stained, and the accumulated hatred was about to erupt like a volcano. At the critical moment, Feng Chen's long arms hugged Shu Yao, and then he leaned in her ear and lowered his voice to persuade:
"Boss, calm down. This is Prince Su, not Shen Xi. They look very similar, but I'm sure it's not him. Control your ancient power, otherwise, we won't be able to survive."
"Just now, my little brother beat him up and suffered a big loss. Fortunately, Miss Ling interceded. If he does it again, even the King of Heaven and I will not be able to save us. Look at my injuries. Otherwise, how could King Su be willing to let it go?
Calm down, boss."
When Shu Yao heard this, her expression suddenly changed, as if a layer of frost had condensed on her face, becoming extremely cold and stern.
Shu Yao took a few steps forward regardless of Feng Chen's obstruction. She stared at Prince Su's handsome face in a daze for a long time, with doubts in her mind. "Are you telling the truth? Is he really not Shen Xi?"
This face looks so much like that person, it's incredible.
At the same time, King Su was startled by her hostile gaze. He turned around, his eyes were cold and deep, "Do we know this girl?" Why were her eyes filled with hatred for him?
Shu Yao took another step forward until the two of them were close at hand. Her eyes shone with a threatening light and she asked angrily: "Are you really not Shen Xi?"
"How dare you! How dare you be so rude to King Su..." Tuo Ning scolded sharply, and blocked Shu Yao three steps away with a horizontal stroke of his long sword.
King Su raised his hand impatiently. Tuo Ning accepted the order, put away his sword, and retreated behind King Su.
Immediately, King Su frowned deeply and his face gradually darkened. Who was Shen Xi? Why did some people mistakenly identify him as Shen Xi one after another?
At this time, Ling Hanjing hurriedly came over, pulled Shu Yao and quickly leaned over to give him a blessing:
"Prince Su, please calm down! This is Master Shu's legitimate daughter, Shu Yao. It was the first time that she saw the majesty of the prince, and she lost her sense of proportion for a moment. I hope you don't blame me."
After saying that, Ling Hanjing turned her head to look at Shu Yao and urged with her eyes: "Shu Yao, this is King Su."
The lost Shu Yao froze on the spot, not paying attention to Ling Hanjing's eyes at all, but staring at King Su regardless, and asked: "Are you King Su?"
Shu Yao?!
Hearing that the woman in front of him was Shu Yao, King Su looked over in shock. It turned out that she was the woman who rescued the prince. How could this be possible?
Unexpectedly, after just talking to Wanwan about this woman, he would meet her later. This is really God's will!
She looks like she is only fifteen or sixteen years old. How on earth did she do it?
In an instant, King Su's gloomy eyes narrowed, a very dangerous gaze passed over Shu Yao, and he spoke coldly:
"So you are Shu Yao? Very good, I will remember you." After saying this, King Su's lips curled up into a faint sneer, and then, without any further pause, he turned and left.
Shu Yao was slightly startled by leaving a sentence that was neither light nor serious. So? Very good? I remember you. What did he mean?
King Su? He is actually King Su?!
Seeing that King Su was gone, Feng Chen finally relaxed, and his hanging heart was settled. He breathed a heavy sigh and said:
"Boss, you scared me to death. I almost thought you would beat King Su as hard as I did!"
It wasn't until King Su's back disappeared from sight that Shu Yao retracted her gaze. She breathed a sigh of relief and said slowly: "They are very similar, but if you look closely, they are different." "They are very similar! What's the difference?" Feng Chen
It's a bit surprising. It's obviously carved from the same mold, okay?
Shu Yao's eyes flashed with a trace of sadness, and she said lightly: "The temperament is different."
Hearing this, Feng Chen nodded in agreement, touched his chin and echoed: "That's right, that bastard is a scoundrel, but this Prince Su is full of nobility."
"Okay, let's not talk about him anymore. Are you okay?" Shu Yao asked with concern.
It's okay not to ask. When asked, Feng Chen suddenly became squeamish. He covered his chest and said weakly: "Ah! My chest hurts."
Ling Hanjing said with worry: "That kick is quite hard."
Shu Yao supported Feng Chen, her eyes full of worry, and she said nervously: "Let's go! Go back and see the doctor for you."
Feng Chen rested his big head lazily on Shu Yao's shoulder and asked: "Okay, hey? Boss, why are you here suddenly?"
Shu Yao gently wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then scolded softly:
"Sister Ling asked the girl Xiaochuan to inform me. Otherwise, why do you think I would have come? If it hadn't been for Sister Ling, you would have been doomed. It makes you impulsive. Why don't you thank me quickly?"
Feng Chen secretly glanced at Ling Hanjing in embarrassment, gave him a courteous gift, and solemnly thanked her: "Thank you, Miss Ling."
Ling Han quietly covered her lips and smiled softly, and replied politely: "You don't have to be so polite, we are good friends! You and sister Yao can also call me sister!"
Hearing this, Feng Chen felt troubled. He muttered reluctantly: "You are only a few years older than me, and you want me to call you sister? I can't say it out loud."
Ling Hanjing argued: "One year older is also older."
"I want to be your sister so much, but I don't want to be your brother!" Feng Chen muttered unconvincedly, and when Shu Yao on the side saw it, he sighed in his heart, "Oh! This silly brother of mine, people don't like you!"
Shu Yao looked at Ling Hanjing and said sincerely: "Thanks to Sister Ling for what happened today. Next time I host, I would like to ask Sister Ling to show her favor and have a party together."
Ling Hanjing stopped being polite and agreed, "Okay, it's settled."
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The night is as deep as ink.
Feng Chen came to Shu Yao's room in a hurry and woke her up from her sleep. Shu Yao Shuiwan frowned and said in a very bad tone:
"You're going to die! You stayed up in the middle of the night and disturbed my beauty sleep to make you look good."
"Oh, don't sleep. I'll take you somewhere." Feng Chen dragged Shu Yao up and muttered: "Hurry up and get dressed."
Shu Yao asked impatiently: "What do you want to do?"
"Take you shopping."
"You're sick. Why are you going shopping in the middle of the night without sleeping? This is ancient times, not modern times." Shu Yao rubbed her sleepy eyes, hugged the pillow, and fell backward with her limp body.
Seeing her falling down again, Feng Chen said anxiously: "Oh, can you listen to me?"
After Feng Chen finished speaking, he stretched out a pair of big hands. He playfully opened Shu Yao's eyelids with his fingers and said:
"I discovered that there was a very interesting place in ancient times called the Ghost Market. Why don't we go and have a look? I heard that there is nothing you can't imagine and there is nothing you can't buy. It is very attractive and you will definitely like it."
"Ghost? City? Aren't you afraid of places like that!" Shu Yao felt so sleepy that she rudely slapped Feng Chen's big hand away, turned around, and continued to dream about her Duke Zhou.
Feng Chen sat on the edge of the bed and said to himself: "I heard that there are many interesting things in the ghost market that you have never seen before. There are already many people there at this hour, and it is very lively."
"I tell you, there is no shop like this in this village. Don't regret it."
"Okay, I'll go." After saying that, he stood up suddenly, picked up his dress and quickly put it on, performing a set of movements smoothly.
Feng Chen kept smacking his tongue. When it came to shopping, the speed was amazing.
The ghost market is specially opened in the middle of the night, "it closes at midnight and disperses when the rooster crows", which means that trading starts from the Chou hour and ends at the Yin hour.
Shu Yao asked curiously: "Why is it called a ghost market? It sounds scary."
"It used to be called the black market. Because the time is very similar to the time when ghosts and gods appear in legends, and the so-called ghost smell is so strong, it was later spread by people to be miraculous, so it was given such a strange name."
After saying that, the two of them sneaked out over the wall.
At this time, the door of Shu Mansion is locked. It is really not possible to enter or leave Shu Mansion blatantly. In order to avoid unnecessary trouble, it is best to climb over the wall.
"I heard that because of its great reputation and rich variety, it not only attracts many businessmen, but also attracts a large number of shopping experts to trade here."
Walking in the night, Shu Yao took his arm and asked, "How do you know so much?"
It was rare for Shu Yao to acknowledge him, so Feng Chen looked showy and said coquettishly: "What do you think I am going out to do these days? I must inquire about some ancient entertainment activities!"
"There are many things in this world that the emperor can control, but there are also some things that the emperor cannot control. The ghost market is underground, the Babel Buddha is high in the sky, and in the middle are those who are engaged in politics."
Shu Yao saw that he spoke eloquently and couldn't help but praise: "Young man knows a lot."
Feng Chen became arrogant: "That's right."
The ghost market is deep underground, where gods and demons are mixed, and ghosts, ghosts, and snakes are engaged in black market transactions. All things that cannot be solved in the world can be solved in the ghost market.
The two of them talked all the way and arrived at a remote suburb. Only then did they realize that there were a lot of pedestrians on the road. They were probably all going to the ghost street!
When the two came to the entrance of the underground passage, there was a huge rock standing at the door, which was carved like a sinister judge, which looked intimidating.
Along the intersection, all the way down the stone steps, I felt the cool breeze and felt refreshed.
The further you walk in, you will see all kinds of strange rocks on both sides naturally piled up, twists and turns, rugged rocks, eerie and scary.
Upon first sight, the entire underground ghost street extends very wide and long, comparable to a modern commercial street. It is like an arena that can accommodate thirty to fifty thousand people. It is shocking and spectacular.
The carved stone pool and the exquisite murals on the walls are all simply ingenious; the dark walls are decorated with all kinds of interesting lanterns, row after row, and they emit a dim, soft light.
Speaking of which, there are many types of ghost markets. The items sold include food and clothing, gold and silver jewelry, calligraphy and painting, medicinal materials, etc. It can be said that there are all kinds of things, and there is nothing strange about them.
Shu Yao finally saw the difference in this ghost market and was amazed and amazed.
"This ghost market is really lively. The dazzling array of products is dazzling."
The unspoken rules of the "ghost market" are to be followed when entering the market, never ask where the goods come from. Bargain after you are optimistic about the price, pay with one hand and deliver the goods. After clearing both hands, you can turn around and refuse to accept the account.