Chapter 790 The Talkative Senior Brother
When Wu Bing told Song Chunxue that she had taken on one last mission before leaving Beijing, Song Chunxue understood that different people had given the sisters different missions.
It's all related to her, Song Chunxue.
Well, Song Chunxue chuckled softly, suddenly realizing that she was quite important.
"Thump."
Upon hearing her smile, Wu Bing immediately knelt heavily on the ground.
"..." Song Chunxue was both amused and exasperated. "Does kneeling like that hurt? Tell me what mission you took on. Is it really necessary to be so guilty?"
"Your subordinate... Your subordinate's mission is to ensure that Lord Xie has another child." Wu Bing's voice grew softer and softer, and his head lowered further and lower. "Your subordinate knows that this mission is truly immoral, and has not carried it out."
What the hell is that?
Good heavens, those people in Beijing must be so bored, they're meddling in things like this.
She sometimes wondered if those people who ate too much delicacies had developed oily brains that made them stupid, and that they would do all sorts of unbelievable things.
For the first ten years or so, Xie Zheng was single and away from home. In the prime of his life, he didn't find someone to accompany him or have a bunch of children. Now that the two of them have become each other's companions, many people can't stand it. They treat them like their own rag dolls, sewing as many dolls as they want.
"I don't understand. How can Lord Xie have another child? It didn't say who should be pregnant?" she asked uncertainly, full of confusion.
“Yes,” Wu Bing said in a low voice, apprehensive and fearful, “As long as it is Lord Xie’s offspring, it doesn’t matter who gets pregnant. If it is a boy, it will fulfill Lord Xie’s mother’s last wish.”
"Who is that person?" At this moment, Song Chunxue wished she could stab the meddlesome person into a sieve with her sword.
"Princess."
With just those two simple words, Song Chunxue suddenly remembered that the princess who couldn't forget Xie Zheng had a close relationship with the emperor.
This also means that Wu Bing's mission was tacitly approved by the Emperor.
How ridiculous! They really care about Lord Xie.
Song Chunxue paced back and forth for a long time before her mind calmed down.
She sat down on an old chair and poured herself a cup of hot tea, taking a couple of sips.
She crossed her legs and casually stared at Wu Bing's slender nape. "Your sister Wu Shuang was tasked by Consort Shu to eliminate me. I didn't send her away, but I gave her a pill. What about you?"
Wu Bing immediately kowtowed, "This subordinate is willing to become the Taoist priest's loyal follower."
Suicide squad?
She held their lives in her hands, making them puppets who could do whatever they wanted.
"So, whose assassins were you in the palace before?"
Wu Bing looked up and said, "We were just palace guards before, but we worked for different masters and kept each other in check."
I understand now. When it comes to controlling people's hearts, those in the palace are still superior.
In this world, no one is better at manipulating people's hearts than those in the imperial palace.
After thinking for a moment, Song Chunxue poured a pill out of the medicine bottle. She didn't know who gave it to her or what it was for.
"Here, eat it."
Wu Bing took it with both hands and put it in her mouth without hesitation, chewing it slowly.
"Thank you for sparing our lives, Master. From now on, my sister and I will swear to serve you to the death and do whatever you ask."
Song Chunxue didn't like hearing this, and waved her hand, "Don't talk about this, peel garlic and onions for me, and help me out."
"yes."
The chicken broth noodles were ready, and the side dishes on the table were also delicious.
Lord Zhao and Master Han, who had spent the morning meditating in their room to recover their energy, each ate two bowls, showing great fondness for the crunchy pickled Jerusalem artichokes.
Patchouli and Ye Hanying arrived late.
After everyone had eaten and drunk their fill, they sat down together to discuss the next part of the trip.
"Thank you for your hospitality these past few days, Your Excellency. We plan to take a look around the area. We'll set off after we've had some tea."
Lord Zhao cupped his hands and said, "Let us take our leave for now."
If it were a few days ago, Huoxiang would definitely have set off with them; it would have been more lively with more people.
But now that his wife was right beside him, he didn't know when Liu Niang might suddenly appear, and he didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.
"Okay, goodbye for now." But they will meet again soon.
Patchouli knew where they wanted to go.
"Senior Brother, I'd like to go with you. We can part ways when you return to the capital, okay?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking. I'll take you to Jincheng on the way back before we leave. Otherwise, we'd feel uneasy if we got robbed on the way."
Song Chunxue beamed with joy.
Song Chunxue stopped interfering in Huo Xiang and his wife's affairs, packed her luggage, and joined her senior brother and the others.
Standing at the door, she was already a little worried. She was with two girls, and she wondered if her senior brother and Daoist Han would be willing to bring one of them along on a flying sword.
Who knew that after they had walked slowly for several hundred meters on the wide, flat ground, and there was no one around, Master Han raised his hand and a flying boat appeared in front of them.
Wu Bing and Wu Shuang exclaimed in surprise.
"Master Han is an elder, after all. He can't go out without something he's hiding. Everyone, please go up." Lord Zhao raised his hand. "Junior brother, from now on, your two maids can also follow you to cultivate. It will also be more convenient for them to travel by sword."
Song Chunxue nodded, "That makes sense. Otherwise, it would be inconvenient for young women to go out and run errands, and they would easily be targeted by bad guys. But when they fly in the sky, those turtles can only watch helplessly."
"The words may be rough, but the principle is sound." Lord Zhao looked at the displeased Taoist Han and nudged him on the shoulder. "I often say, why do you still care about this?"
If there weren't other people present, Master Han would have beaten Zhao Jin so badly he couldn't get up, then dug a hole and buried him.
He ground his back teeth, slightly raised his chin, and stared at him calmly. "If I said you were a hypocrite every day, would you be happy?"
"That's who I am."
"Then you'll look very old in Song Chunxue's eyes. If she knew your true identity, she'd call you old..."
"That's the truth, why should I care? Besides, Master Han looks younger and more handsome than me. Girls blush and throw handkerchiefs at you when you walk down the street, while I, Zhao, have never experienced that. I'm quite envious."
"..." I'm too lazy to pay him any attention!
As a snake, Master Han was indeed petty and vengeful. In front of a prodigy like Lord Zhao, he realized how small-minded he was.
Oh well, let him get old, he can get even older!
"Are you two leaving or not?" Song Chunxue urged. "Senior Brother, could you please not knowingly do something wrong next time and make things difficult for Daoist Han?"
"That's so boring."
With a smile on his face, Lord Zhao followed behind Daoist Han and was about to step onto the flying boat.
The next moment, Master Han steered the flying boat several hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.
"Then go play by yourself."
Song Chunxue looked at Lord Zhao, who was standing there dumbfounded, and suddenly felt as small as an ant.
Sigh, Senior Brother is just so deserving of a scolding.
She turned to look at the indifferent-looking Taoist priest Han, and then thought that she just couldn't be serious with someone she knew well. She felt itchy if she didn't tease him a little, otherwise she would be bored on the way.
Haha, I hope Master Han can adapt soon.
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