When Zheng Yueting saw Zhong Wen, he was serving tea and water for Lin Zhiyun with a smile on his face.
Lin Zhiyun had a very strict upbringing since childhood and developed a serious temperament. Zhong Wen's casual joke made her so angry that she ignored him all day long.
After a day of hard work and begging for mercy in every possible way, towards noon, the palace owner's sister finally lost some of her anger. Although her face was still cold, she still had some verbal exchanges with him.
Seeing her relaxed expression, Zhong Wen was overjoyed. He even flattered her and was very attentive. He planned to use all his skills to prepare a table of delicious food and completely restore his image in the eyes of the palace lord's sister.
At this moment, he saw Zheng Yueting walking into the room behind Brother Lin Chao, and Zheng Qiyuan, who was being carried behind her, looking defeated and extremely weak.
Zheng Yueting's eyes were red, and her pretty face was full of worry and panic. The moment she saw Zhong Wen, she breathed a sigh of relief as if she had found her backbone, and the worry on her face suddenly faded a bit.
"Tingting, what's wrong with your brother? He looks a little weak!" Zhong Wen glanced at Zheng Qiyuan's face. He already knew the situation well and pretended to be surprised. "You are young, you must know how to understand."
Moderate!"
"What?" Zheng Yueting looked confused.
"How long has it been and you're still joking?" Lin Zhiyun was older after all. She glared at Zhong Wen playfully and complained, "Why don't you hurry up and take a look at it for him!"
She always had a hard time understanding Zhong Wen's funny temper and inexplicable sense of humor. Sometimes, in order to excuse him, she had no choice but to attribute it to the different cultural atmosphere in ancient times.
"Sister Palace Master has your orders, how dare you disobey her?" Zhong Wen chuckled, turned to Zheng Yueting and said softly, "Let him down, and I'll take his pulse."
Zheng Yueting followed her instructions and helped her younger brother sit down in front of a sandalwood chair. Then she turned to look at Zhong Wen, her eyes full of hope.
Zhong Wen stretched out his hand and gently touched Zheng Qiyuan's slender wrist. He closed his eyes and felt it carefully for a while, then his expression suddenly changed.
"What's wrong?" Seeing the look of surprise on his face, Zheng Yueting's heart tightened. She knew her brother was seriously injured and asked hurriedly.
"I made the mistake of blaming my little brother." Zhong Wen said with a long sigh, "It turns out that he is not intemperate, but has congenital kidney deficiency. What a sin, a sin!"
Zheng Yueting: "..."
She had grown up among men, so how could she not have heard of dirty jokes? Previously, she was worried about her younger brother's safety, so she couldn't react in time and failed to take over Zhong Wen's jokes. Now she came to her senses, and of course she knew what "intemperance" was.
Meaning, I immediately felt dumbfounded and didn't know how to react.
Lin Zhiyun saw that Zhong Wen was acting strange again, and was about to say something to him. Zheng Qiyuan, who was originally half-conscious, suddenly woke up at this moment.
"Brother Zhong."
Zheng Qiyuan was quite happy to see Zhong Wen. Just as he was about to say a few words, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his chest. He couldn't help but cough, with a look of pain on his face.
Zhong Wen raised his hand, and a sparkling golden needle appeared in his palm. He quickly inserted it into the back of Zheng Qiyuan's neck. At the same time, he pointed a finger on his chest with his left hand. A warm breath flowed into Zheng Qiyuan's body along his fingertips. The young man felt pain.
The feeling was relieved quickly and the coughing soon stopped.
"Thank you, Brother Zhong!" Regarding this Brother Zhong, who is not much older than himself, but seems to be omnipotent, Zheng Qiyuan feels like a fan chasing a star. Every time he sees him, he gets excited.
"Little brother, you are born with a weak physical condition. When cultivating, you must pay more attention to the balance between work and rest." Zhong Wen patted his shoulder, "This time it is just a break, not fatal. I will use golden needles and elixirs to replace it."
You can recover after some conditioning, but you have to be careful not to practice too hard in the future."
"My qualifications are already poor. If I don't work harder, how can I catch up with my seniors?" Zheng Qiyuan's face darkened and he said in frustration.
Zheng Yueting on the side couldn't help feeling a sore nose and red eyes when she heard this. The sister and brother had been close friends since childhood, and she felt the same for her brother's depression.
"Silly boy, if you have lost your life, why are you talking about chasing your senior brother?" Zhong Wen couldn't help but soften his tone a little, and asked Zheng Yueting to bring him into the room, and at the same time cast "Soul-Chasing Golden Needle" and "Yiyang Finger"
", I did an essential oil prescription for Zheng Qiyuan... No, it was to unblock the meridians.
Zheng Qiyuan felt warm all over, and the pain that had tortured him along the way had long since receded. His admiration for Zhong Wen was even greater. There were little stars in his eyes, and he was about to become his number one fan.
"It's nothing serious anymore." Zhong Wen turned to look at Zheng Yueting, "If you have a good rest for two more days, you will be even more energetic than before you were injured."
"Thank you, Zhong Wen." Zheng Yueting faced Zhong Wen with quite complicated emotions. "I have received so many favors from you before and I haven't had time to repay you. Now I owe you more and more. I really don't know how to repay you."
"Tingting, aren't we friends?" Zhong Wen said with a smile, "Isn't it natural for friends to help each other? If you want to repay me, you should practice hard and strive to enter the realm of a spiritual master or even a saint as soon as possible.
When the time comes, if anyone dares to bully me, you will chop his ass off for me."
"Pfft!"
Zheng Yueting was amused by him and laughed out loud: "I have never seen a man as shameless as you. He thinks about relying on women for protection all day long and is not afraid of being laughed at."
"What's wrong with women?" Zhong Wen retorted plausibly, "Who says women can't protect men? The chairman once said that women can hold up half the sky, and only fools will look down on women."
"Who is the chairman?" Zheng Yueting asked confused.
Zhong Wen's heart skipped a beat, and he realized that he was in another world. He accidentally said that he was a stranger, and he hesitated: "I, I grew up in a rural area, and the head of our village is called Chairman."
"Have you remembered what happened in the past?" Zheng Yueting asked in surprise.
At the moment of embarrassment, Zheng Qiyuan's weak voice suddenly sounded from the bed behind him.
"What's the matter, little brother, what's wrong with you?" Zhong Wenru was pardoned and quickly rushed to the edge of the bed to greet Zheng Qiyuan with a very cordial attitude.
"Is there any possibility for me to become stronger?" Zheng Qiyuan looked at Zhong Wen nervously, as if the answer he got from him was an imperial edict, and he could decide his own destiny at will.
"There is always a possibility." Zhong Wen sighed secretly, not hiding the truth, "It's just that you are inherently deficient and have extremely low qualifications. If I were you, I might consider giving up practicing and turning to other skills."
"Is that really the case?" Zheng Qiyuan looked ashen, smiled bitterly, lowered his head and remained silent for a long time.
"Little brother..." Zhong Wen hesitated, not knowing how to untie Zheng Qiyuan's knot.
"It's okay, Brother Zhong. In fact, I have known for a long time that I am a loser in cultivation." Zheng Qiyuan raised his head and comforted Zhong Wen, "I just asked casually, you must not take it seriously."
"Have a good rest." Zhong Wen sighed and did not persuade him again, "I will come see you tomorrow."
"Um."
After leaving the room, Zheng Yueting suddenly asked: "Zhong Wen, is it really impossible for my brother to succeed in cultivation in this life?"
"For practitioners who lack qualifications, each sect will generally use their own methods to remove their hair and cleanse their marrow, just like the 'Book of Changes Marrow Cleansing Pill' I refined." Zhong Wen said slowly, "However, Xiao
The meridians in my body are congenitally narrow and cannot accommodate too much spiritual energy. If I feed him the 'Yi Ching Marrow Cleansing Pill' rashly, I will most likely not be able to survive this step and end up 'exploding to death'."
"How unfair the heavens are to Qi'er." Zheng Yueting was stunned for a long time before she said slowly.
In the princess's residence, a charming young woman with almond-shaped eyes and eyebrows asked softly.
"Miss Feng, Zhong Wen has gone back to southern Xinjiang. I'm afraid he won't come to the princess's house again in the past few days." Shangguan Mingyue replied patiently. In fact, she had received a letter from Shangguan Junyi and knew that Zhong Wen had been gone in the past few days.
Returned to the imperial capital.
However, looking at Feng Qingyu's charming face and graceful figure in front of her, she somehow chose to conceal Zhong Wen's whereabouts.
I am protecting my aunt and not letting Zhong Wen mess around with others at will!
She convinced herself so.
"That's such a pity." Feng Qingyu had a look of regret on his face, "Qingyu only had the help of Zhong Wen to make the novel a hit. I wanted to thank him in person, but I came too late."
"Miss Feng, don't be sad." Seeing her sincere expression, Shangguan Mingyue couldn't help feeling a little guilty, "Since you live in the imperial capital, we will always see each other in the future."
"What Miss Shangguan said is that since Zhong Wen is not here, Qing Yu will no longer disturb me. If I wait for him to come back, please convey my gratitude for me."
"sure!"
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After leaving the princess's mansion, Feng Qingyu slowly stepped into a carriage. In front of the carriage were two black unicorn horses with bright hair and majestic power. They just opened their legs slightly and the carriage quickly disappeared outside the gate of the mansion.
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In the carriage, two masked men in black were sitting. Seeing Feng Qingyu pushing the door open, the two quickly stood up to greet each other, saluting in unison: "Miss!"
"Let's go." Feng Qingyu's temperament changed drastically, and she exuded a cold aura. She was completely different from the weak women Zhong Wen and others had seen.
"Miss, where are we going?" the man in black asked.
"My wish in this world is over, so I naturally want to go back to see the master." Feng Qingyu opened the curtain of the carriage and glanced in the direction of the princess's mansion. "The only regret I have is that I didn't get to see him one last time."
"It's better for my subordinates to take action and bring him to the lady." Another man in black said unwillingly.
"No need. Since we can't meet, it means that he and I have no chance." Feng Qingyu said indifferently, "It's God's will, so why force it? Just let nature take its course."
"Yes!" The man in black responded respectfully.
Before leaving, Feng Qingyu once again looked in the direction of the Princess Mansion, with a trace of reluctance flashing in his eyes.
Goodbye, Daqian Empire!
Goodbye, magical boy!
Goodbye, wind and rain!
The next moment, an arrogant and cold aura emanated from Feng Qingyu. Her face was cold and ruthless, and she no longer looked like the beautiful writer "Feng Qingyu".