Chapter 61061 Theft

Chapter 61

In the Chaoxi Palace, Empress Dowager Xue leaned back on the soft chair somewhat tiredly, coughing intermittently one after another.

The head maid Qinglan brought a cup of hot tea and gently advised, "It has medicine added to it, it will calm your nerves. Your Majesty, please drink some."

Empress Dowager Xue took the drink and took a sip. A warm feeling flowed into her stomach. Frowning, she asked, "Has His Majesty not returned yet?"

Qing Lan shook her head and reported, "There's no news of His Majesty's return. Queen Dowager, can that Ying Ji really persuade His Majesty to return?"

"Whether she can persuade is one thing, whether she wants to is another." Empress Dowager Xue held her forehead with her hand, a headache in her eyes. "This woman is not an obedient child."

"Then..." Qinglan also felt a dilemma. "How about you personally write a letter to His Majesty?"

Empress Dowager Xue did not respond.

Qinglan couldn't quite understand why the Queen Mother missed her son so desperately, yet she refused to say anything, beating around the bush to express her hope for His Majesty's return. She pondered this over and over again, wondering if this was just a matter of prestige for the higher-ups.

After a long while, Empress Dowager Xue suddenly asked, "What have the Queen and the concubines been doing lately?"

"The Queen and the concubines go to the Buddhist temple every day to copy the scriptures left by His Majesty."

Empress Dowager Xue asked, "Do you go there every day?"

"Yes. Rain or shine, New Year or New Year."

Empress Dowager Xue smiled helplessly and said, "I don't know whether to call her smart or stupid."

The desk in front of Empress Dowager Xue was piled with memorials concerning state affairs. She should have been concentrating on government affairs, but her mind was filled with thoughts of Kongfan.

The love between mother and child is greater than heaven. This child who was lost in infancy has been a knot in her heart for hundreds of years. Now that she has been found again, it seems as if she still has not got it.

She stretched out her hand to grab it, but her hand was empty.

She no longer had the courage to reach out and grab it a second time.

After a long pause, Empress Dowager Xue let out a long sigh. No matter what, Kong Fan's safety would always be her top priority.

Regardless of whether it was fair or unfair, regardless of what the world was like, she would never allow that so-called Sky-tearing Formation to destroy her son! Her own flesh and blood, whom she had lost and now found!

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At this moment, Kong Fan and Ying Ji and others had already arrived in Li Yan.

A large expanse of grass of varying shades of green appeared before my eyes, and all I could see was the blue sky and green grass.

"Is this Li Yan?" Bajiao knocked his head and asked in confusion, "Where is Li Yan's water? There is no water here!"

Ying Ji was about to explain when Jian Feng, standing beside her, spoke up first, speaking familiarly: "Li Yan is just a large grassland where the wolf tribe lives. The so-called Li Yan Water doesn't mean it's a large river. You can't judge a person by appearance, and you can't guess the place by its name."

Basho continued to ask, "Then the water of beautiful flames is not water?"

"Well, it's water and it's not water." Jian Feng said, "It's the blood of the former wolf leader of the wolf tribe that flowed into a puddle."

"Where is the puddle? Let's go and scoop some water!" Basho grabbed Yingji's hand and wanted to move forward.

Yingji grabbed Bajiao's wrist and pulled her back, saying, "The Liyan Water has long been collected by the wolf tribe and has become a sacred object. Where is the puddle?"

When Basho heard the word "sacred object," her eyes widened instantly. Even her simple mind understood that this object was difficult to obtain. Her bright eyes swiveled around as she came up with an idea: "When should we go steal it?"

Kong Fan listened and shook his head.

Jian Feng also echoed: "The longer we delay, the sooner the wolves will discover our whereabouts. We'd better act quickly, go now!"

Bajiao and Jianfeng reached a consensus and were eager to steal it immediately.

Kong Fan continued to shake his head in disapproval.

Yingji looked at Kongfan with amusement, thinking that having Kongfan accompany them on this trip might be torture for him. He might even try to stop them from stealing.

"Let's go? Let's go! Stealing things is the most fun!" Basho went to pull Yingji again.

Ying Ji said, "There's no need to steal. We can get the Liyan Water openly."

Basho asked in surprise, "How do you ask for it? Just open your mouth and ask for it?"

Jianfeng and Kongfan also looked at Yingji in confusion.

"I have my own way." Yingji crossed her arms and smiled. "It's just that it's late now, I need to rest."

Yingji yawned lazily as she spoke. She raised her hand and covered her mouth with it, and the small silver bell on her wrist made a series of pleasant, delicate sounds.

There were four of them, a spiritual cultivator, a dead man, and a tiger spirit. Only Yingji was an ordinary person who couldn't do without eating and sleeping.

Jianfeng and Bajiao looked at Kongfan at the same time.

Jian Feng reminded: "It's your turn to build a house."

Kong Fan glanced at Jian Feng, a hint of displeasure rising in his heart. He seemed somewhat displeased with Jian Feng's reminder. Clearly, he didn't need it at all. Kong Fan couldn't figure out the source of this inexplicable feeling of displeasure.

Kong Fan quietly found a suitable place and created a small courtyard for Ying Ji.

The courtyard he created this time was a little different. It was exactly the same as the courtyard where Yingji lived in Puja Temple.

Yingji was indeed tired after days of traveling. Looking at the familiar courtyard, the fatigue that had been pent up in her body suddenly gathered. She entered the room and comfortably lay down on the bed. She closed her eyes and was about to fall asleep, but she felt vaguely that she had forgotten something.

Just as she was about to fall asleep, she suddenly remembered something. She opened her eyes suddenly, and her sleepy eyes instantly became alert. She hid the scimitar under her pillow, then closed her eyes peacefully and went back to sleep.

Was it because of Kong Fan's presence? She had almost forgotten her habit of hiding the scimitar under her pillow every night.

While Yingji was catching up on her sleep, Kongfan was meditating in the next room, and Jianfeng was talking to Bajiao.

Jianfeng had been a ghost for so long that he felt so lonely. When he finally caught a stranger, he wanted to talk to him about everything.

But as he spoke, he became more and more excited, and his voice became louder and louder, reaching the inside of the house and waking Yingji up.

Yingji frowned and raised her voice: "Bajiao! Come in and sleep!"

"I'm coming!" Bajiao jumped up and ran into the house. As soon as she stepped over the threshold, she turned into a furry tiger and pounced on the bed to sleep with Yingji.

"Everyone went to bed?" Jianfeng scratched his face. He saw Kongfan through the open window and hesitated for a long time before standing outside Kongfan's window to talk to him. "What do you think Ah Ying can do to make the wolf tribe willingly give up the sacred object?"

Kong Fan did not open his eyes, nor did he stop twisting the Buddhist beads in his palm, as if he did not hear anything.

Jianfeng touched his nose and sat alone in the yard, bored, looking up at the sky and passing the time, just like the countless days and nights in the past three hundred years.

Hearing Yingji waking up, Jianfeng's eyes lit up, and he moved closer to Kongfan's window and lowered his voice: "Aying and I were just joking, don't expose me!"

When Yingji came out of the house, Jianfeng had already turned into Kongfan.

"No practice?" Ying Ji asked in surprise.

"Kong Fan" imitated Kong Fan's indifferent expression and said in a gentle voice: "When I was practicing, my mind was always thinking about A Ying, and I couldn't calm down."

He turned around and looked at Yingji with sorrow in his eyes, asking for help: "Aying, what should I do?"

In the next window, Kong Fan opened his eyes and looked at Jian Feng with a frown.

The gentle expression on Yingji's face instantly vanished. She looked at Kongfan coldly and warned, "If you're really bored, go chew some grass, dig a hole, and catch crickets. If you try this again, I'll throw you into the ghost market and scatter your soul!"

Inside the window, Kong Fan lowered his eyes, and a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips.

Jian Feng was stunned. He transformed back into his true form and hurriedly floated in front of Ying Ji. He asked in surprise, "A Ying, how did you recognize me? I only said two words! There were no flaws!"

Yingji didn't want to pay attention to him.

"Tell me!" Jianfeng walked around to Yingji, "I'm curious!"

Yingji said casually, "He never called me Ah Ying."

Kong Fan paused, twisting his Buddhist beads. Was it because of this? He was even a little confused. Hadn't he called her Ah Ying? Many people called her Ah Ying, the more intimate Ah Ying.

Yingji pushed Jianfeng aside, walked into Kongfan's room, and sat down cross-legged in front of him. She smiled slightly and said, "Tomorrow, accompany me to ask the wolf leader for the Liyan Water."

Kong Fan asked, "Can you really get it?"

"All the wolf tribe leaders of all generations can drink the water of Liyan, and so can the leader's wife. All I have to do is marry him."

Kong Fan was stunned.

Yingji raised a sly smile and leaned in front of him and whispered, "Should I marry him or steal him?"