Chapter 276 Lend You a Head

"Please spare my life, aunt! Those ghost kings will tear me apart, and then you won't be able to get any information!"

When he thought of the thousands of resentful souls and evil spirits that had just been freed from slavery in the Yin Flag, he no longer cared about anything else and begged for mercy with his life.

"Are you scared now?" Yun Qingqing said with a smile.

"I know, I know! I am willing to swear allegiance to you, my aunt! Please accept me!" Canggu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

"Haha, you've committed countless evil deeds and are burdened with sins, yet you still claim me as your master? You're not worthy!"

Yun Qingqing waved the Yin flag without mercy.

"Go!"

Cang Gu wailed as he was sucked into the Yin-summoning Flag.

"Huh, it's over this time." Yun Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, put the small flag in her hand back into the space, and picked up the eight Yin-summoning flags scattered on the ground.

Nan Zheng was very tactful and picked up the flag first and handed it to her.

Yun Qingqing put the things away and waved her hand:

"It's safe now. Let's all disperse. Rest here for another day and then set off for Ding County early tomorrow morning."

Everyone dispersed, and Yun Qingqing and Xiao Changheng also returned to their rooms.

"I'm going to be in meditation for a few hours. Please don't leave this yard. You can do whatever you want with me."

She gave Xiao Changheng some instructions and then sat cross-legged on a chair and entered into meditation.

Xiao Changheng walked up to her with light steps, looked at her quietly for a while, and seeing that her face was rosy and there was nothing wrong with her, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.

…

"...Ah?" Nan Zheng looked at his master who had suddenly appeared, suspecting he had misheard. "Your Highness, this..."

Xiao Changheng raised his chin towards the table and repeated expressionlessly:

"sit."

"Uh... yes."

It was not difficult for Nan Zheng to disobey, so he had to sit down in confusion, his back straight as a pillar.

"Turn around." Xiao Changheng frowned slightly and pointed at the mirror in front of the table.

“…”

Nan Zheng turned stiffly to face the mirror, and his hair stood on end as he looked at his master standing behind him in the mirror.

Did the master take the wrong medicine?

Is he possessed by some strange being?

Could it be the trick left by the old Taoist just now?

Or maybe we should ask the princess to come and see if the master is possessed by evil spirits...

His mind was full of thoughts, and suddenly he felt his hair being pulled, and the bun on his head suddenly fell down. Then he saw his hair being held in the hands of the prince in his soul.

Nan Zheng jumped up with a start!

"Your Majesty...you, you are..."

Xiao Changheng glared at him unhappily:

"sit down!"

"Hiss..." Nan Zheng felt a chill on his back and sat down again.

This oppressive look is definitely from our own prince.

"No, Your Highness, what's wrong with you?" he said with tears in his eyes.

The master's cold voice came from behind:

"Lend me your head so I can practice my skills."

Nanzheng: “???”

No, Your Majesty, if you want my life, you can just say it directly. Please don’t torture me like this, okay?

But he soon understood what "borrowing a head" meant.

The prince is actually clumsily practicing how to tie his hair?

Nan Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved... What a relief!

Why is the prince tying his hair into a bun?

Who will save him...

Half an hour passed.

Xiao Changheng held his chin and looked at Nan Zheng with a frown. Nan Zheng looked at himself in the mirror with a look of despair.

What is that weird thing lying on the head?

I didn't want to admit that it was my hair at all.

"...Your Highness, let's just forget it." Nan Zheng advised cautiously.

Xiao Changheng ignored his struggle and pondered for a while before coming to a conclusion:

"The hair quality is wrong."

Nan Zheng: “Ah?”

"Her hair is as soft and fine as silk. You are too harsh. It's not right." A prince said in a deep voice.

Well, that's definitely the case, so I can't blame myself.

If he had the same hair quality as Qingqing, he would definitely be able to do better.

Southern Expedition: ...

Master, can you please be reasonable? Everyone's hair quality is different. How can you tell right from wrong?

"Someone come."

Xiao Changheng gave an order and a black shadow came out.

"Master, please... ahem, give your orders!"

When the secret guard saw Nan Zheng’s head, he almost spit out the anger, but he managed to hold it back thanks to his professionalism.

Southern Expedition: ...

Help, I want to die.

Xiao Changheng didn't care whether Gu Nanzheng was dead or alive, and walked to the secret guard.

Secret Guard: ???

No, Your Highness, why are you touching my hair?

Help! Is the prince possessed by some strange thing?

Nan Zheng: I made you laugh, now it’s your retribution in this life, haha!

Xiao Changheng frowned, let go of the secret guard's hair, and said calmly:

"Go and call everyone over here."

A moment later, a dozen secret guards in the room looked at Nan Zheng, who was sitting stiffly on the stool, and looked at each other with different expressions.

Then their expressions quickly turned into horror, because the prince asked them to stand in a line and touch their hair starting from the first one, one by one.

Nan Zheng took the opportunity to quietly get up, quickly untied the strange hairstyle on his head and tied it up again. He breathed a long sigh of relief and looked at the room full of unlucky secret guards with glee.

Things change, the master will not spare anyone, hahaha!

Xiao Changheng was unaware of the hidden agenda of his subordinates. He only focused on carefully comparing them one by one, and finally pointed at a secret guard:

"You, go sit over there."

Secret Guard: “…”

His mind was full of questions but he dared not say a word. He could only sit in Nan Zheng's original seat trembling with fear.

Xiao Changheng waved his hand to dismiss the other secret guards and asked the secret guard who was sitting like a wooden stake like Nan Zheng:

"Which level?"

"...My Lord, I am Anwu, Earth Level."

"Well, effective today, you will be transferred to the Heavenly Level."

"Thank you, Your Highness, for the promotion!" An Wu was overjoyed.

You should know that there are only five Heavenly Grade Secret Guards, and they are there to serve the prince and are always available at his beck and call!

If they hadn't been short of manpower for this trip, it wouldn't have been their turn as Earth-level secret guards to come along. They didn't expect such a good thing to happen during this trip. How could they not be happy!

But he soon learned the price of being promoted...

After another half hour, Nan Zheng and the prince looked at An Wu's head together. An Wu looked at the mirror with a look of despair.

There was a mass of hair on the head of the person in the mirror...it was a shape that was hard to describe. An Wu didn't want to admit that it was his own hair.

Nan Zheng had gotten used to it a bit by now, and wondered in awe, the prince's ability to style his hair into such an unimaginable style must be considered a talent...

Xiao Changheng was silent for a long time and looked at Nan Zheng:

"Would you like to try?"

“Ah, this…”

Another stick of incense passed.

Nan Zheng stroked his chin, looking at the despairing An Wu, and thought to himself that his talent wasn't much worse than the prince's...

Xiao Changheng: ...

"Your Highness, I think why don't we ask Miss Zhiluo?" Nan Zheng suddenly had an idea and suggested.

If you want to style your hair in a bun, it would definitely be more reliable to ask a woman.

Xiao Changheng nodded thoughtfully:

"Go and ask her to come."