Chapter 276 Lend Me Your Head
"Please spare my life! Those ghost kings will tear me apart, and then you won't get any information!"
When he thought of the thousands of resentful souls and evil spirits that had just been freed from slavery in the Yin Flag, he no longer cared about anything else and begged for mercy with his life.
"Are you scared now?" Yun Qingqing said with a smile.
"I know, I know! I am willing to swear allegiance to you, my aunt! Please accept me!" Canggu nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"Haha, you have committed many evil deeds and are burdened with sins, yet you still claim me as your master? You are not worthy!"
Yun Qingqing waved the Yin flag without mercy.
"Go!"
Cang Gu wailed as he was sucked into the Yin-calling Flag.
"Huh, it's over this time." Yun Qingqing breathed a sigh of relief, put the small flag in her hand back into the space, and went to pick up the eight Yin-summoning flags scattered on the ground.
Nan Zheng was very tactful and picked up the flag first and handed it to her.
Yun Qingqing put away her things and waved her hand:
"It's safe now. Let's all go. Rest here for another day and set off for Ding County early tomorrow morning."
Everyone dispersed in response, and Yun Qingqing and Xiao Changheng also returned to their room.
"I'm going to be in meditation for a few hours. Please don't leave this yard. You can do whatever you want with the rest."
She gave Xiao Changheng some instructions, then sat cross-legged on a chair and entered into a state of meditation.
Xiao Changheng walked up to her with light steps, looked at her quietly for a while, and seeing that her face was rosy and there was nothing wrong with her, he slowly breathed a sigh of relief and turned to leave.
…
"...Ah?" Nan Zheng looked at his master who suddenly appeared, wondering if he had heard wrongly, "Your Highness, this..."
Xiao Changheng raised his chin towards the table and repeated expressionlessly:
"sit."
"Uh... yes."
It was not difficult for Nan Zheng to disobey, so he had to sit down in confusion, his back straight as a pillar.
"Turn around." Xiao Changheng frowned slightly and pointed at the mirror in front of the table.
“…”
Nan Zheng turned stiffly to face the mirror, and his hair stood on end as he looked at his master standing behind him in the mirror.
Did the master take the wrong medicine?
Is he possessed by some weird thing?
Could it be the backup plan left by the old Taoist just now?
Or maybe we should ask the princess to come and see if the master is possessed by evil spirits...
His mind was full of thoughts, and suddenly he felt his hair being pulled, and the bun on his head suddenly fell down. Then he was shocked to see his hair being held in the hands of the prince.
Nan Zheng jumped up with a start!
“Your Majesty… You, you are…”
Xiao Changheng glared at him unhappily:
"sit down!"
"Hiss..." Nan Zheng felt a chill on his back and sat down again.
There is no doubt that this oppressive look comes from our own prince.
"No, Your Majesty, what's wrong with you?" he said with tears in his eyes.
The master's cold voice came from behind:
"Lend me your head so I can practice with it."
Nanzheng: “???”
No, Your Majesty, if you want my life, can you just say it directly? Don’t torture me like this, okay?
But he soon understood what "borrowing a head" meant.
The prince is actually clumsily practicing how to tie his hair?
Nan Zheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and felt relieved... What a relief!
Why is the prince wearing a woman's hair in a bun? ? ?
Who will save him...
Half an hour passed.
Xiao Changheng held his chin and looked at Nan Zheng with a frown. Nan Zheng looked at himself in the mirror with a look of despair.
What is that weird thing on the head?
I didn't want to admit that it was my hair.
"...Prince, let's just forget it." Nan Zheng advised cautiously.
Xiao Changheng ignored his struggle and pondered for a while before coming to a conclusion:
"The hair quality is wrong."
Nan Zheng: “Ah?”
"Her hair is as soft and fine as silk. You are too harsh. This is not right." A certain prince said in a deep voice.
Well, that's definitely the case, so I can't blame myself.
If he had the same hair quality as Qingqing, he would definitely be able to do better.
Southward Expedition: ...
Master, can you please be reasonable? Everyone's hair quality is different. How can you tell right from wrong?
"Someone come."
Xiao Changheng gave an order and a black shadow appeared.
"Master, please... ahem, give me your orders!"
When the secret guard saw Nan Zheng’s head, he almost spit out the anger, but only managed to hold it back thanks to his professionalism.
Southward Expedition: ...
Help, I want to die.
Xiao Changheng didn't care whether Gu Nanzheng was dead or alive, and walked to the secret guard.
Secret Guard: ???
No, Your Majesty, why are you touching my hair?
Help! Is the prince possessed by some strange thing?
Nan Zheng: I made you laugh, and now you’re getting your retribution in this life, haha!
Xiao Changheng frowned, let go of the secret guard's hair, and said in a calm voice:
"Go and call everyone over here."
After a moment, a dozen secret guards in the room looked at Nan Zheng, who was sitting stiffly on the stool, and looked at each other with different expressions.
Then quickly their expressions turned into horror, because the prince asked them to stand in a line, and started touching the hair of the first person, one by one.
Nan Zheng took the opportunity to quietly get up, quickly untied the strange hairstyle on his head and tied it up again, heaved a long sigh of relief, and looked at the room full of unlucky secret guards with glee.
Things will change over time, the master will not let anyone off the hook, haha!
Xiao Changheng was unaware of the various plans his subordinates were making. He only focused on comparing them carefully and finally pointed to a secret guard:
"You, go sit over there."
Secret Guard: “…”
With a mind full of questions, he dared not say a word and could only sit back in Nan Zheng's original seat trembling with fear.
Xiao Changheng waved his hand to dismiss the other secret guards, and asked the secret guard who was sitting like a wooden stake like Nan Zheng:
"What level?"
"…My Lord, I am Anwu, Earth Level."
"Well, you will be transferred to the Heaven level starting today."
"Thank you, Your Highness, for the promotion!" An Wu was overjoyed.
You should know that there are only five heavenly-level secret guards, and they are there to serve the prince and be there at his call!
If they were not short of manpower for this trip, it would not have been their turn as Earth-level secret guards to come along. They did not expect that such a good thing would happen during the trip. How could they not be happy!
But he soon learned the price of being promoted...
After another half hour, Nan Zheng and the prince looked at An Wu's head. An Wu looked at the mirror with a look of despair.
There was a mass of hair on the head of the person in the mirror... a shape that was hard to describe. An Wu didn't want to admit that it was his own hair.
Nan Zheng had gotten used to it a little bit now, and wondered in amazement, the prince could style his hair into such an unimaginable style, was this also a talent...
Xiao Changheng was silent for a long time, then looked towards Nanzheng:
"Would you like to try?"
“Ah, this…”
Another stick of incense passed.
Nan Zheng stroked his chin and looked at the hopeless An Wu, thinking that his talent was not much worse than that of the prince...
Xiao Changheng: ...
"Your Highness, I think why don't we ask Miss Zhiluo?" Nan Zheng suddenly had an idea and suggested.
If you want to style your hair in a bun, it would be more reliable to ask a woman.
Xiao Changheng nodded thoughtfully:
"Go and ask her to come."
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