Chapter 125 Did couples' suites exist in ancient times...?
"That's not it……"
Who kisses someone all the time?!
"ah!"
The "obstacle" crashed to the ground, and Pingyu and Nezha both bowed their heads.
Pingyu hadn't bumped into a pebble, but rather a dirty child. She was very small, like a kitten. Pingyu's heart tightened, and he knelt down to help her up: "Are you alright?"
As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from beside him. Nezha frowned, glancing at him with a fierce look. The stall owner seemed startled, muttering "the real culprit" twice. He said, "This is a notorious petty thief around here. Instead of worrying about him, you two should check if you've lost any valuables."
Their valuables were either in bracelets or leopard-skin bags, so they naturally weren't afraid of being stolen.
As he spoke, the stall owner lifted the lid of the steamer. After the steam evaporated, the contents were revealed.
Two notches appeared on the rough dough products arranged in a circle.
He flew into a rage, yelling "I knew it!" and strode over the stall. He grabbed the child, who was curled up in a ball, and tried to flip her over like a crab under a rock.
As soon as I reached out my hand, something was shoved into my hand.
The stall owner was momentarily distracted when he saw the sickly-looking girl shaking her head at him. Pingyu slipped him a silver coin, enough to buy all the food on the stall.
"I bought it."
The girl calmly explained, and the stall owner, who was only after money, wrapped all the noodles in lotus leaves and handed them over as instructed.
Her expression softened, and she smiled at the stall owner, saying, "Thank you."
Nezha took the lotus leaf bundle and waited to the side, his gaze seemingly casually glancing at the ground. Shadows are the manifestation of the soul; if the heart is flawed, it will be fully reflected on the ground. Beneath the seemingly normal human shadow, a long, curved line of downy hair appeared in the girl's shadow. It was wide and long, like a fox's tail. She clearly noticed Nezha watching her and quickly retreated into the circle of shadow around her. Nezha handed her the lotus leaf bundle, and the girl, after taking it, suddenly sprang to her feet.
She shoved Pingyu aside and ran away without looking back.
Aside from the initial scream, the child hadn't uttered a single word. Ping Yu braced herself against Nezha's body; her ears burned, followed by the boy's voice: "It's a demon."
"I know."
Should we go after them?
Conversations in the bustling marketplace require hushed whispers; the presence of a demon nearby would only cause chaos for ordinary people. The Qiankun Ring on Nezha's earlobe swayed back and forth, its calm reply indicating how it would proceed.
Pingyu looked in the direction the girl had left for a while, then helped Nezha to his feet.
"Yes," she said, "but don't kill her."
The golden ring floated to Nezha's fingertips, and he immediately followed the sound of it sliding along the ground.
.
The child was filthy, like a lump of mud; few demons who entered the human world were as wretched as she was. Cultivators take it upon themselves to exorcise demons and subdue monsters—this was the first lesson Lu Ya taught Ping Yu. But humans, demons, monsters, and immortals are all beings born of the world; therefore, when descending the mountain to subdue demons, Ping Yu always made sure to understand the cause and reason behind the event before taking action.
Although she was shy, she had to admit that Nezha's kiss made her feel much better. Pingyu's mind was now like a processor that had been cooled down and was able to start working again.
Brushing the dust off his clothes, Pingyu took out a round pellet and patted it onto the stall.
He said, "Brother, tell me about that kid."
"Gold, gold, gold, gold!"
If you want people to do things for you, you have to be willing to spend money. The stall owner's scream pierced the sky, and the passersby were instantly brought to a standstill. Where there's a giveaway, there's a rush to grab it. They had all heard Ping Yu's words, and everyone wanted to snatch that piece of gold.
Suddenly, the scene became chaotic. These people were like meat paste in a piping bag, all trying to get close to Ping Yu.
"Is it that little thief? I know, I know!"
"She stole from my house before! Girl, you're asking me!"
...
She listened to one voice from the left and another from the right, and as the crowd grew larger and larger, it almost turned "Pingyu" into "Pingping". Nezha's brow twitched, and he reached out and pulled her out of the crowd.
Having finally managed to stand still, Pingyu, who had been quite elegant, now looked utterly disheveled. Her hair was undone, her clothes were in disarray, and she looked even worse than if she had rolled on the ground.
“It’s insane…” she shook her head, still shaken: “Just like the elderly people fighting over eggs at the supermarket.”
"Supermarket?" Nezha encountered a new word again, but he was always good at drawing inferences from one instance, so he commented, "Although I don't know what a supermarket is, you can't just casually let gold slip through your fingers. Gold is more expensive than eggs, and people are greedy. Your fingers are too wide open."
oops……
Ping Yu looked guilty: "I definitely won't do it again next time! But I heard some news."
Nezha led her away, his expression showing eagerness to hear more. Pingyu followed him, casually showing him the text she had pieced together from various pieces of information:
The little thief had no name; because she was so dirty and smelly, everyone in town called her "Little Mud."
Little Muddy lived on the outskirts of town, relying on a blind and mute young woman for support. The woman's husband was a soldier, unable to return home to care for them, so he entrusted her to a relative, sending them a portion of his salary each month as payment. At first, the relative took good care of Little Muddy and the woman, but later became unreliable. First, they found various excuses to reduce their food portions, and then, using the excuse that their child would eventually get married, they forced the couple to live in a dilapidated thatched hut. The townspeople knew of Little Muddy's hardship and sometimes deliberately left things outside for her to steal.
Upon hearing the names of the military camp and the "blind and mute" young woman, Pingyu felt a vague sense of familiarity. Nezha, after hearing this, went even further and concluded directly: "She might be Wang Tian's wife."
“The reason Gui approached him was because he felt guilty towards his deceased wife.” Ping Yu said thoughtfully, “But Wang Tian never seemed to have mentioned this, and Gui died before he could explain everything.”
The cooks said that Wang Tian also had a blind and mute second wife, but they never mentioned that he had a child.
Without investigation or evidence, they cannot convict Wang Tian based on mere words from others. Wang Tian is a veteran cook, responsible for the daily communal meals. Cooks need to be skilled and of good character. This matter concerns their own side; if that Little Mudman is truly a villain, and Wang Tian is involved, he should be immediately eliminated. Logically, they should seize the opportunity to investigate further while the leads are still fresh.
but……
Nezha looked at Pingyu; she still had fire poison on her body.
Ziya only granted Nezha three days' leave; Xiqi would definitely need his help as a fighting force. And any ghosts that encounter Pingyu are usually related to the Ghost Gate. After Pingyu is detoxified on the snow mountain tomorrow, Nezha returning to camp while she stays to resolve the problem is the best option. But they've only just confirmed their relationship…
He held the girl tightly, refusing to let go, his voice muffled: "How can we have to separate so soon after meeting? I'll go ask my uncle for leave again. At worst, I'll go back and face military punishment."
Regardless of whether the leave is approved or not, Nezha doesn't want to leave Pingyu even for a moment!
Pingyu patted his head and stroked his ears as if comforting a large dog clinging to him: "We won't separate, we won't separate, no one will separate from you."
Nezha asked, "Really?"
Pingyu replied, "Really."
"Why won't we separate?"
"We'll never be apart, no matter what."
"Alright then," Nezha said, suddenly releasing Pingyu after receiving her permission. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her forward, and in just a few moments, before she could even see where they were going, they were inside a house.
As soon as Nezha entered the counter, he took out a bag of silver coins from his leopard-skin bag and threw it into the shop assistant's arms.
"Take one of your best rooms."
Wait a minute! Pingyu realized what was happening.
What kind of place opens a room?
"Nezha, we..."
She had barely begun to speak when Nezha interrupted her as if he had anticipated it. He quickly said, "We won't separate."
Ping Yu: "But..."
Nezha repeated: "We will not separate."
How come he can only say these three words?!
The receptionist had a keen eye; he immediately recognized that the two were a well-off young couple. He quickly booked the room and handed over the keys with both hands: "A penthouse room, here you go!"
Nezha took the key from his palm, grabbed Pingyu, and was about to leave. But then a voice came from behind: "Sir, please wait!"
Nezha and Pingyu turned around at the same time and saw the waiter rubbing his hands together, winking and asking, "Would you like me to make some proper arrangements for you two?"
Did couples also have suites in ancient times?
Ping asked curiously, "How should it be arranged?"
The waiter rattled off a list of dishes like he was reciting menu items: "That one, this one, that one, flower petals, and then this one and that."
That's like saying nothing at all!
Pingyu didn't understand a single word except for "petals," and neither did Nezha. But the boy pretended to be calm and pulled Pingyu back: "Apart from the petals, nothing else is needed."
Alright!
The waiter excitedly agreed and then told everyone to get busy.
As they went upstairs, Pingyu looked at Nezha suspiciously: "Did you understand?"
"No," Nezha admitted frankly.
"Then why don't you want it?" Pingyu tugged at him. "Aren't you curious about what's inside?"
"Not curious."
Nezha answered simply: "The Universe Ring is enough."
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