After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée - Chapter 46

[Chapter 46: Peach Blossom Dew]

This man with a red mole on his forehead was greeted and sent to Xuanyi Pavilion all the year round, but it was clear from a face-to-face meeting that this young nun was probably here to seek pleasure.

Look at the material and pattern of the goose-yellow dress again, oh, he is still an inner disciple of Yuqingmen.

Fengyuechang is the most sold gold cave. Looking at the temperament of this female Xiutong, you can see that she is a big spender, and hastily followed her in: “Is this the first time for the lady to visit?”

Zheng Wan was not surprised:

“Why do you say that?”

“If you come here, I will definitely remember,” Guigongtian grew up with a smile, “I just don’t know if the lady is happy with fine skin and tender meat, or is it masculine and rough? Is it Huanxi Xiaojiabiyu? Some of them, or some of the ladies? You bring it up, I, Xuanyi Pavilion, will guarantee your satisfaction.”

Zheng Wan didn’t know that there were so many famous halls in a small pavilion, so she opened her eyes and looked at the Xuanyi Pavilion carefully.

The three-story building is different from the mortal red lacquer and green grid style. This Xuanyi Pavilion has the style of a fairy house, with white walls and gilt tiles. The stairs on both sides are revolving. , the bottom is supported by jasper branches, don’t think about it, if people dance on the high platform, how graceful it will be.

If she hadn’t known that this place was a small herdsman’s pavilion, she would have thought that she was walking in the fairyland of Yaochi.

“…Actually, I have a monk in Xuanyi Pavilion. Although his popularity is not as popular as the top one, he is very popular because of and, ahem,” Duke Gui lowered his voice, pretending to be mysterious, “it is very similar to Liwei Zhenjun. ‘Hua Chao Lay’.”

The servants are not only mortals, but also some low-level monks. When there is no essence of stone flowers, they come to the small servants’ hall to put up an order. These monks do not need their real names, only their stage names, collectively referred to as “laymen”.

“Oh? Similar to True Monarch Liwei?”

Zheng Wan’s curiosity was aroused at once, “Call to have a look.”

“This–”

The tortoise rubbed his thumb and index finger.

Zheng Wan didn’t understand it, but when she understood, she raised her chin and put on a coquettish attitude: “If you want to go, go! If you are well served, it will naturally benefit you.”

She was raised in the mortal world with gold and jade, and she naturally developed a arrogant and noble spirit, but she was stunned for a while, thinking that she had really met some immortal child, and ran upside down to call people.

Zheng Wan had two spirit stones in her pockets, but she was not at all frightened. She found a long table in front of the high platform to take a seat. She could understand that it was a big deal to ask Master to pay the bill—

She will return him in the future.

Those who are used to money, even if they are shy for a while, will never learn to spend money carefully and carefully, always thinking: there will always be money in the future.

The same is true for Zheng Wan.

She had put this matter behind her and began to observe the surroundings. At a glance, there were many people sitting around the high platform. She also found that many of them were from Yuqingmen in yellow dresses, and there were many others. A familiar face: Bailing.

Bailing seemed to be here with someone else, and when she saw her, she smiled slightly, and Zheng Wan also threw a reserved smile at the other party, and the two sides considered hello.

“Who is that?”

The female cultivator beside Bailing is a cultivator of Yuchengjing, her great-aunt. She is not young, but she looks like a twenty-eight girl. “It’s beautiful.”

“Zheng Wan.”

“Oh? That innate Taoist seed?” Taiguzu raised his eyebrows. “Just after the defense of the middle, he came to Xuanyi Pavilion? It’s a shame that my master said a few days ago that Yuqingmen has a successor.”

Why does Yuqingmen have more low-level charms?

It is not uncommon for those who obtained high-level exercises from the Tibetan Sutra Pavilion to get tired from generation to generation, but many cultivators broke their halberds into sand before they practiced them. If you are too early, the Yuan Li you can get from one harvest can be worth a few months of hard work. After several times, who is willing to work hard?

Bailing raised his head and glanced, but saw Duke Gui leading a white-clothed cultivator over and over, only to feel the hand of the great aunt beside him on the back of the chair clenched: “It turned out to be a layman Huachao?”

Over there, Zheng Wan has also seen the so-called Buddhist monk Huachao, who is three-pointed on the statue of monk Yuliwei.

She glanced over and couldn’t help frowning.

If you want to talk about the similarity, the chin and the brow bone are indeed similar, but this god… is too different, even with a white robe on his body, there are also some dissimilarities.

“It’s not like, the eyes are too cloudy, the lips are too plump, and she is thin and thin,” she said coldly, “but it’s just a cloudy thing.”

Hua Chao’s face turned pale, and his lips were bitten tightly. At this moment, the real person Bin Lingxuan, who had entered the curtain before, came over:

“Xiantian Daozong has such a big tone, and he said it so carefully. People who don’t know it will think that you are very familiar with Liwei Zhenjun.”

Bai Ling pulled the sleeves of the Great Aunt Lara:

“Ancestor, stop talking.”

Duke Gui’s face was also not very good-looking, and the Huachao layman is also a sign of Xuanyi Pavilion. If he was willing to come over, he also said a lot of good things with a smile. At this time, he was hanging like this, and when he called again later, he would not be able to call.

At this moment, the sound of silk and bamboo wind music sounded, and on the white jade high platform that was empty just now, a red-clothed cultivator appeared.

When a pair of gleaming autumn waves were thrown down the stage, they were really charming and affectionate.

“Okay, okay, it’s all my own, don’t hurt the peace, Huachao layman went with the real person Lingxuan, this lady, why not call another one to accompany you to watch the dance?”

A person in charge ran out to make a round of the round, and Lingxuan snorted, and took the lay Buddhist Hua Chao back to his seat.

Zheng Wan looked left and right, and casually ordered a fruit plate next to it: “Just him.”

The black-clothed walker was delicate and fair, with huge eyes and two dimples on his smile. She looked gentle and understanding, and she liked it very much.

“This……”

The person in charge’s eyes fell on the hall, hesitant for a while, and then said, “Okay, you are waiting for me.”

“Hey.”

Zheng Wan took her seat again, and came over from the hall in black, snuggled up on her knees, and fed her the fresh fruit on the plate with one hand. She looked extremely docile, which reminded her of Rong Yi’s stubborn Persian cat.

“What’s your name?”

“Book far.”

Xiaopaotang looked up and smiled, and the pear vortex was looming.

The dance of the first card is really beautiful. If the red scallops are scorching red, and when they rotate, they are like a raging fire. Zheng Wan looked at it and remembered that dance in the mortal world. Cui Wang accompanied her. She never danced before or after. Better than that.

“Who did the lady remember?”

I don’t know when, Shu Yuan had already half straightened up, a faint bookish air burst into Zheng Wan’s nose, she opened her mouth and ate the red fruit that he fed.

“Irrelevant people.”

Zheng Wan looked at her wrist, a ferocious blue vein was slowly moving away, and the love trick began to work.

She found that there was some discrepancy between the affection Gu and what Granny Jin said, and it was not affection that worked. The longer she was in contact with the man, the pain would start, starting from the elbow, which was very shallow and astringent at first, and was easy to ignore. .

Shuyuan had already fed her a lot of fruit, and after leaning on her for a long time, she felt this pain.

Need more pain.

Want to add some more stuff?

Zheng Wan thought, Shu Yuan seemed to have received the encouragement from her eyes, and the fingers that were drawing on her lips suddenly stopped, “Miss, do you want to go upstairs?”

This is an invitation to fish and water.

Zheng Wanzheng was worried that there was not enough material, and readily agreed: “Okay.”

The two of them swaggered up to the second floor seriously. After opening the door, Shu Yuan carefully closed the door and hugged her from behind: “What kind of service do you want today, ma’am?”

Zheng Wan put her finger on his lips and said with a smile:

“You take off your clothes first.”

Shu Yuanguo let go of her obediently, ran to take off her clothes, black robe and belt, Zheng Wan sat behind her for a while and watched with ease, who knew that Shu Yuan would not take off, she sat beside her and picked up the beside her. The thin-necked copper jug poured the wine, and when the wine was poured, it would not be with her, but as soon as it was poured into her mouth, she would come to pour the wine for her.

Zheng Wan hid back subconsciously, and at this moment, the door banged open.

The sawdust has not yet fallen to the ground, and it has become ashes.

She turned her head and looked back, but saw the man dressed in ice and snow, as if he had come to her across thousands of years, his thin lips stained with blood, and his white robe was blown away by the turbulent undercurrent. With a bang, the ink hair fell, and a face was almost transparent.

He glared at her like a beast that devoured people.

“He Fang Xiaoxiao dares to come to my Xuanyi Pavilion to make trouble?”

The old bustard came up in a hurry, followed by a bunch of monks joining in the fun. When he saw the person in front of the door, he was all startled, and his voice changed:

“Li, Li Wei Zhenjun?”

“roll.”

Cui Wang didn’t look back.

Zheng Wan had already pushed the book far away, raised her lips and said with a smile:

“You’re here, Cui Wang.”

The old bustard over there jumped downstairs with the thugs, and even the real person Lingxuan couldn’t stop looking back, but his face was still shocked: That innate Taoist actually recognize Liwei Zhenjun?

Here, Zheng Wan no longer cares what others think.

Cui Wang’s anger was even greater than she had imagined, and when she opened her mouth, she approached, and stretched out her hand to wrap her slender neck, tightening it more and more.

In the eyes that have never been indifferent, there is hatred of gnashing teeth:

“Zheng Wan, do your best.”

Zheng Wan knew that he was provoked by the way she forced him out of the customs. She grabbed his big hands like iron tongs with both hands, and her throat rattled. She looked into his eyes and exhaled with difficulty:

“Cui, Cui Wang, have you forgotten, have you forgotten? You owe me a promise. I, I can’t find it, and when it comes to you, I can only do this.”

Her voice was getting weaker and weaker, and the light in her eyes was like a partridge bird he had seen when he was a child. helpless.

Cui Wang suddenly let go of his hand, stared blankly at his palm, and after a while, clenched his fist again.

Zheng Wan covered her throat and coughed desperately. With a cough, the tears that were still in the corners of her eyes rolled down. She wiped it: “Look, I bet right.”

“You’re still here.”

Granny Jin said that if she is entangled with others, the person who holds the Dragon Pendant will know it naturally, and there is also the role of affection, if she really has something to do with that person, she will suffer the pain of the heart and die——

When she dies, he dies.

Zheng Wan did not believe that Cui Wang would not come.

It’s just that she didn’t expect him to come so early.

The air in the room seemed to be stagnant, with a chill that was about to come.

“Snapped–”

Suddenly, the glazed lights in the corridor and in the house exploded. The whole room was darkened, only the moonlight came in through the window coldly.

Cui Wang pinched her chin, soft silk sleeves brushed coldly across her cheeks, nose, and corners of her lips. He rubbed it attentively. From a close distance, those eyes were like beautiful black onyx, beautiful and cold. Extremely.

“Tear–” With a sound, he tore off her goose-yellow robe expressionlessly.

The sect robes of low-level instruments are in his hands, as fragile as ordinary cloth.

Zheng Wan was sorely touched by him that she pushed him:

“what are you doing?”

“do not move.”

The glance from Cui Wang made her shiver all over, the icy cold suppressed the rage, and it only made people feel that the storm was about to come.

After he wiped it, he let go of her:

“What do you want me to do?”

“Help me find Granny Jin,” Zheng Wan said, “Mother Jin is the ghost of that day.”

“Isn’t she by your side?”

Cui Wang’s eyes fell on her body, and finally his eyes focused on the front of the open front of the chest when she was struggling. On a piece of snow-like skin, Feng Long with mercurial silk slipped out, and he pointed, “There.”

Zheng Wan touched Feng Long:

“really?”

“nature.”

Cui Wang nodded.

“Then how do I find her?”

“When she recovers, Jirai will come out from Fenglong.”

Zheng Wan was overjoyed immediately, and seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, her water eyes were curved like a crescent moon.

“Until the love gu is lifted, you must not be like that with others—”

Cui Wang seemed to control his emotions, opened his eyes to look at her, and there was an unrealistic mist in his eyes, “Go ahead and do things.”

“Otherwise, after I clear the Gu, I will kill you.”

Zheng Wan raised her glass with a smile:

“When you drink, I promise you.”