Chapter 12 Meeting You Again in the Rainy Season 3 When did those two meet again...?
"May the God of Floods protect us from another flood like this year! My riverside shop almost collapsed during the last flood!"
"Goddess, I hope the ten cartloads of silk transported this time will go smoothly."
"Great Immortal, please have mercy! My son has been suffering from a fever and cough, and the medicine from the doctor hasn't helped. Please, have mercy and expel the evil spirits!"
"Goddess, can you cure my mother's cough?"
"Immortal Fengshui, I have heard that you are powerful and can avert floods. Please protect my parents in Yuzhou."
"Goddess, I hope my wife and children can return home safely."
"Goddess, I wish to find a good marriage."
"Goddess, my child is about to embark on a long journey. I hope he will achieve great success and bring glory to our family."
"Goddess, I want to become a cultivator to punish evil and promote good!"
"Goddess, I want to forge the best sword in the city!"
"Goddess, Goddess, Goddess!"
"Miss Ming?"
Mingying was momentarily dazed, then turned to look in the direction of the voice. Xiao Jingze frowned, observing her expression: "You..."
Mingying smiled and said, "Floods have been occurring in various places one after another. This person is also called the Immortal of Abundant Water. There must be some connection between them."
Xiao Jingze gazed at her thoughtfully for a moment before replying, "Xinzhou, Liuzhou, and Yuzhou must also have Fengshui Temples."
Mingying rested her chin on her hand: "There's someone who should know the answer to this."
She didn't say who it was, and Xiao Jingze didn't ask any further questions. He took her arm and helped her down from the roof.
Mingying felt herself being lifted up by the wind and then gently landing. She tugged at his sleeve, still somewhat reluctant to leave, and said, "Why don't we go up and listen a little longer? Maybe we'll find out why the Immortal Fengshui has so many worshippers."
Xiao Jingze smiled slightly, decisively rejected her, and walked straight out of the temple.
Mingying lifted her skirt and followed behind him: "I'm ready now, it won't be like before, Prince Xiao, don't worry."
Xiao Jingze paused, turned around, crossed his arms, and looked her over a few times. Ming Ying's eyes were very sincere. He drawled, "I see—"
Mingying looked at him expectantly.
Xiao Jingze brought his face closer, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Miss Ming thinks this is fun? Too bad I don't want to play."
Mingying glared at him. Fine, she didn't want to play then. She was busy going back to the Shen family to write a letter.
Xiao Jingze stared at her back. She had changed her hairstyle again today, with her hair tied up in a bun beside her ears, and she looked very disappointed.
Mingying walked out on her own, but her arm was held by someone else. She turned her head, her clothes fluttering, a gentle breeze brushing her face. The two of them nimbly passed over the eaves and treetops, landing steadily beside the carriage.
Xiao Jingze released his hand: "Alright, you can go back now."
Mingying smiled and waved at him, "Young Master Xiao, you're a wonderful person!"
Mingying skipped back to the Shen residence and ran to the main house to find her grandmother for lunch. The maids had already prepared the tableware. Mingying sat down with a smile, and the old lady glanced at her a few times: "Did you go out with that boy from the Xiao family today?"
Mingying nodded: "We went to visit Fengshui Temple."
Then, as if remembering something, she asked, "Grandmother, do you know the origin of the Fengshui Immortal?"
The old lady frowned: "He's just a third-rate, wild god. Since the people are willing to worship him and he hasn't caused any trouble, you can just watch the show."
Mingying said "Oh," and the old lady put down her spoon, looked at her and smiled: "What were you and that boy doing at the temple? I remember you said a few days ago that you wanted to cancel the engagement?"
Mingying raised her head: "I happened to run into him yesterday. Prince Xiao is a decent person. Even if we cancel the engagement, we can still be friends."
The old lady shook her head and said meaningfully, "That's what you think, but who knows what others think?"
Mingying drank her soup and thought seriously for a while. Xiao Jingze rushed over to Huaijiang to burn the marriage certificate, which clearly showed that he also did not want to get married.
After the grandmother and granddaughter finished their meal happily, Mingying leaned against her grandmother and chattered on and on. The old lady took her pulse and reminded her with a disapproving expression, "Playing is fine, but you should also take care of your health."
Mingying straightened her posture slightly and chuckled somewhat guiltily. She had only flown through the air a couple of times, how could anyone tell?
Back in her room, Mingying changed her clothes. A bracelet fell off, and she knelt down to pick it up, the golden bell jingling twice in her palm. She had forgotten to return the umbrella to Xiao Jingze when she went out today, and Xiao Jingze hadn't remembered to remind her.
"Let's put it on the table," Mingying said as she walked to the desk. The bluebird had landed on the window frame at some point and flapped its wings with great intelligence.
Mingying stared at it for a while. Was Xiao Jingze bored in Huaijiang? He sent her letters every day, but he didn't even reply like a bluebird that she could use. He must be doing this on purpose.
However, this bluebird seems to be different from the last one. Its feathers are longer and its color is darker. It moves around very lively. Could it be that Xiao Jingze has an army of bluebirds?
She casually touched the bluebird's head. The rune on the bluebird's forehead lit up, and after spitting out the letter, it transformed into a small red-beaked blue magpie whistle.
Mingying picked up the whistle with delight. How could Xiao Jingze have done it on purpose? He's such a kind person!
Holding the little bird whistle, several names popped into her mind, but Mingyan had said that the Bluebird could only communicate between disciples of the academy, and she didn't know if her Bluebird had any such restrictions.
"Then let's give it a try." The ink that had just been ground on the table was not yet dry. Mingying picked up the brush and wrote two letters in a flowing style. She summoned a bluebird to eat one of them first and held it up to the window: "To Chen Li of the Chen Family Cloth Shop in Liuzhou."
The bluebird tilted its head but didn't react.
Mingying waited a while, then decisively changed the letter: "To Prefect Mingyan of Yunchuan."
The bluebird flapped its wings and flew into the air, transforming into a streak of light.
Mingying leaned against the window for a while, then asked Fuling to deliver another letter to the post station before remembering the letter from Xiao Jingze that she had forgotten.
She looked around and picked it up from the corner of the table. This time, Xiao Jingze wrote an extra line: "At 3:45 AM tomorrow, feed the golden bell to the bluebird, and it will guide you."
Mingying looked out the window, blinked, and wondered if the bluebird could be brought back quickly since it had flown away so long ago.
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As Ming Yan walked out of the council hall, the spiritual veins of Yun Chuan were also inexplicably declining. There were many suspicious points in this matter, but the Ming clan cultivators could not find the cause.
On her way back, Mingyan stopped and looked around the gate of the sickly woman's courtyard. Mingying wasn't there, and her flowers and plants were being well cared for by someone else.
She pursed her lips, and suddenly a ray of light fell from the sky. A bluebird landed in front of her, its tail feathers swaying in the air.
Mingyan took the letter with surprise, then glanced at Qingniao. She rarely interacted with people at the academy, so who would send her a letter?
Mingyan's eyelids twitched; whenever she had this premonition...
She opened the letter and glanced at the signature. The word looked very familiar. Only that sickly guy could write such meaningless content. She glared at the innocent Qingniao. When did Mingying and Xiao Jingze get together again?
At 3:45 AM, Mingying patted her skirt and walked out of the herb garden. Xiao Jingze should already be waiting in some unknown place. This is the downside of being unpredictable and stubborn; she doesn't even know where to reply to her letters.
Now all Mingying could do was wait for him to realize something was wrong and send another bluebird. Just then, a glimmer of light appeared on the horizon, and a bluebird landed in her palm—the one with the long feathers.
This was the first time Mingying had received a reply from Mingyan so quickly. She happily opened the letter, but Mingyan's reply was as indifferent as ever: "The letter has been forwarded to Madam Shen. Don't bother me unless it's important."
Mingying didn't care much. She ran inside and wrote another long letter with a smile. Just as she was about to have Qingniao send it to Yunchuan, her eyes swept over the golden bell on the table. Could Xiao Jingze still be waiting for her?
She paused, put down the letter in her hand, and handed the golden bell to the bluebird.
Yesterday it rained, and the road was shimmering with water and the shadows of clouds lingered. Xiao Jingze lay on the tree and waited for a long time, but no one came. He impatiently tapped his ring and used the Thousand Machine Guidance to sense the location of the golden bell. It was clearly just across the street, and the mortal looked like he had just left home.
Mingying was strolling leisurely down the street when a bluebird suddenly flapped its wings and darted away. She reacted and gave chase, her skirt billowing in the wind as she stepped across the rain-soaked stone path, splashing up sparkling water droplets.
At the end of the alley, a bluebird landed on a slender hand. The owner of the hand leaned lazily against the stone wall, wearing a dazzling gold-threaded brocade robe that shimmered faintly in the sunlight. He watched her panting with great interest.
Mingying paused a distance away from him to catch her breath, then smiled slightly at him: "If Young Master Xiao is bored, Dongfeng Tower will surely have many people to entertain you."
Xiao Jingze put the bluebird away, walked up to her, leaned down, and smiled, "I don't find it boring at all."
Mingying met his gaze, then suddenly clutched her chest and coughed a few times: "I feel like I can't breathe, cough cough cough..."
Xiao Jingze composed himself. Seeing her in so much pain that she could barely stand, he instinctively took her arm and said, "I'll take you back to your residence first."
Mingying frowned and remained silent for a while, then suddenly looked up and flicked his forehead with a sharp "smack," her face full of triumphant smiles: "Now I don't feel bored anymore either."
Caught off guard by the attack, Xiao Jingze rubbed his temples and stared at her for a long time. She was nowhere to be seen as weak and feeble just moments before. He was so angry that he almost laughed: "Miss Ming is quite skilled. It seems you've been faking it quite a bit at the Ming family, haven't you?"
Mingying smiled and admired the red mark on his forehead: "Young Master Xiao, don't slander me for no reason. I came here today to return the umbrella. Since you have already accepted the golden bell, I will not keep you company."
"This is how Miss Ming repays the kindness of the person who gave her the umbrella. It's truly disheartening."
Mingying's expression remained unchanged: "Really? I don't recall ever hearing of that."
Xiao Jingze's expression changed several times as he thought of something, but his tone remained normal: "I also found a Fengshui Temple in another place."
"Aren't there many Fengshui Temples?"
Xiao Jingze shook his head: "But this one is different."
Looking at the Fengshui Temple, whose gate was half-collapsed and rattled in the wind, Mingying finally understood what this "difference" meant.
Broken tiles hung from the eaves of the temple roof, withered leaves swirled on the muddy ground and fell onto the plaque at the entrance, and a chipped incense burner was filled with rainwater, reflecting the dilapidated roof. It was a completely different scene from the bustling Fengshui Temple of yesterday.
She looked at Xiao Jingze with a strange expression: "This isn't your usual place of residence, is it?"
Otherwise, how could he have found such a remote little temple?
Xiao Jingze sneered, "Miss Ming certainly has a rich imagination."
Mingying stared at the empty shrine: "Since the Immortal of Fengshui has many followers in the Huai River region, why is this place so desolate?"
"Because the Feng Shui Immortal didn't like the feng shui layout of this place, he asked the adults to move him away."
Mingying turned around, and a bright-eyed child squeezed through the doorway and smiled at her: "Sister, are you a fairy?"
Xiao Jingze casually pointed to the child and introduced him to her: "This is Agou, she's the one who discovered this place."
Mingying waved to her in a friendly manner: "Hello, you can call me Sister Ming."
Is this Xiao Jingze's informant in Huaijiang? It's hard to imagine that he can actually play with a child—no, he's the kind of person who can only play with children!
A note from the author:
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The Bluebird's communication principle: To prevent confusion caused by duplicate names or unclear locations, Xiao Jingze entered the disciple tag information according to the academy's requirements and set up a communication whitelist for the Bluebird. Previously, he located Mingying using the Thousand Machine Guiding Golden Bell. This time, he specially made a Bluebird for Mingying, who had no spiritual power, infused it with his own spiritual power, and added her to the whitelist.
(However, these are just some minor details, so I'll leave them here~)
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