Chapter 949 The Lord is Not Skilled at Sedating People's Hearts 13
Song Jinhuan lowered his eyelids, said he was fine, and then lay down on the bed, turning his back to the outside.
Yu Sheng stared intently at her back for a while, then tilted his head back and drank the water in his cup in one gulp.
They left the house quietly.
In the three courtyards of the Emei Sect, a sudden surge of air occurred inside Elder Xichen's room.
Elder Xichen's voice, tinged with surprise and respect, came from behind him, "Lord, when did you arrive here?"
Yu Sheng: "A few days ago."
He pondered for a moment and then said, "I have made a lifelong commitment to a woman. Go and find out if her parents are still alive. If they have passed away, find the elder in her family who can make decisions."
"Find a reliable matchmaker, and I will personally propose marriage at that time."
Elder Xichen was very pleased with this, for the territory was finally going to have a joyous occasion!
"Since she is the one chosen by the Lord, then she must be married with all the proper formalities, including the three letters and six rites, the four betrothal gifts and five gold pieces, the eight-bearer sedan chair, the ten-mile-long red bridal procession, and the twelve-page paper decorations, entering the territory in a grand and glorious manner!"
When the Lord marries his wife, the ceremony must be grand!
Yu Sheng nodded slightly in agreement, saying, "That's certainly true."
He paused and then said, "I suspect someone is secretly bullying her."
Elder Xichen asked solemnly, "Has Madam told the Lord who did this?"
Yu Sheng sighed slightly, somewhat annoyed, and said, "Huanhuan is shy and rarely tells me her innermost thoughts."
Elder Xichen pondered for a moment, “It seems that the Venerable One still needs to work harder to gain the Madam’s trust as soon as possible.”
"I will investigate thoroughly, and if I find out anything, I will teach them a lesson!"
Yu Sheng nodded with satisfaction and added, "I know your limits, but Huanhuan doesn't seem to like my Gu."
Elder Xichen immediately understood. “Rest assured, Your Majesty, I will use the Epilepsy Gu. In the early stages, those afflicted by the Gu will be irritable and moody, but will have no other symptoms. No one will be able to guess that they have been afflicted.”
The exceptionally handsome man raised the corners of his lips, a hint of a smile appearing in his narrow, phoenix-shaped eyes. "Very good."
After waking up from his afternoon nap, Song Jinhuan began to meditate and practice the internal energy cultivation method of the Diancang School.
She raised a wisp of energy from her dantian and circulated it around her body twice. She could clearly feel that the energy in her dantian was now much stronger.
He then picked up the Azure Water Sword and practiced the second move of the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique, Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers.
The first time I wasn't very skilled, and my moves were clumsy. But after the second and third times, I could clearly see the improvement.
After practicing ten times, he had mastered it completely in less than half an hour.
I was covered in sweat.
She then practiced the third level of the Heavenly Heart Sword Technique, a dreamlike display of blooming flowers.
In just one afternoon, he mastered the fifth level of the Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers technique.
My spirits are getting better and better.
"Sanjin, I reasonably suspect that I am a martial arts prodigy!"
Sanjin: "Of course!"
Song Jinhuan coughed lightly twice, "It's always better to be humble."
Sanjin: "As long as the host is happy."
As dusk fell, Song Jinhuan returned to her lodgings with food from the cafeteria, only to find that Yu Sheng had already returned sometime earlier.
Two meat dishes were laid out on the table.
Suddenly, the minced meat and tofu in my hand didn't taste so good anymore.
Of course, almost all of the minced meat and tofu ended up in Yu Sheng's stomach.
The other person didn't seem to be too particular about food; whatever she brought back, she would eat it all.
In the middle of the night, Song Jinhuan tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. She leaned over the edge of the bed, swayed her drooping arm, and asked softly, "Asheng, are you asleep?"
The next second, her hand was grasped, and a deep, warm voice came from the darkness, "You're not asleep."
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