Chapter 340 A Bowl of Laba Porridge
Yun Qingqing looked at Yan Jinghua's face and had a bad feeling in her heart.
As expected, I heard my mother speaking hesitantly:
"Qingqing, you and the Regent... haven't you slept in the same bed together before?"
Yun Qingqing was silent for a moment, her expression unchanged:
"Yes, I have."
They did sleep in the same bed, and there was nothing wrong with what she said.
But the mother obviously did not intend to give up, and asked carefully:
"Then the Regent...is there no problem with that aspect?"
When she thought about the fact that the prince had been paralyzed for several years and had only recently recovered, she became even more worried.
Yun Qingqing took a deep breath:
"No problem at all! Mom, you really don't have to worry about this!"
She had taken that guy's pulse countless times, so she knew best whether there was anything wrong with his body.
Yan Jinghua had no idea what she was thinking, but she noticed Yun Qingqing's harsh tone and her ears turned red.
She finally felt relieved and said with a smile:
"Okay, it seems like you two do get along pretty well. I won't talk about this anymore."
Yun Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and drank her porridge in silence.
However, Yan Jinghua said she would not mention it, but after a while she asked again:
"The Regent has been away for such a long time. Have you sent him a letter?"
"...Ah?" Yun Qingqing was stunned. "There's nothing going on. Why would you send a letter?"
Yan Jinghua had an expression of "I knew it" on her face:
"Your Highness is traveling thousands of miles away. This trip will take at least a month. You must be tired and lonely on the journey. As his wife, you should miss him. If Your Highness can receive a letter from home during his journey, I think he will be happy and relieved."
"Doesn't the palace have carrier pigeons? Just write a letter and give it to the servants, and they will take care of it."
Yun Qingqing seemed to be thinking:
"Oh... that makes sense. I'll do it later."
That’s right, as a wife, you should be concerned about your husband when he travels thousands of miles away.
Seeing that she agreed obediently, Yan Jinghua was finally satisfied.
I secretly thought that the Regent's personality should not be seduced by an ordinary woman, but in a prosperous place like Yujing, one can't say what will happen. It is always safer to have a letter from home to remind him.
After Yan Jinghua left, Qiao'er came over with a pen and paper, smiling:
"Miss, are you going to write a letter to the prince? I'm ready!"
However, Yun Qingqing shook her head calmly:
"Need not."
"...Ah? But you have already promised Madam."
Qiao'er was a little worried. She thought the young lady had finally come to her senses and wanted to care about the prince, but it turned out that she was just being perfunctory to please the lady?
Just as he was wondering whether he should continue to persuade her, he saw his young lady take out a gloomy black sign, look at him and say in a deep voice:
"Stand back. If you feel scared, wait outside."
Qiao'er was used to seeing all kinds of ghosts and monsters around her, and she had long been accustomed to it. She immediately retreated to the corner as she was told, and watched with shining eyes to see what strange things the young lady had summoned this time.
The sign in Yun Qingqing's hand suddenly glowed red, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot.
A red shadow emerged from the sign, landed on the ground and turned into a young man wearing a jade crown and a brocade robe.
This time, Yun Qingqing summoned the Ghost King who was located in the south.
"Tang Yue, the Ghost King of Licheng, greets the master." The man had an elegant and dignified temperament. He lifted up his clothes and kowtowed to Yun Qingqing.
Yun Qingqing raised her hand and a faint light flashed, and Tang Yue was lifted up through the air.
"No need for the formalities, I'd like you to do me a favor."
…
Yujing, Honglu Temple.
Xiao Changheng had just turned off the lights and went to bed when he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing in the room, and the air in the room suddenly became cold.
He sat up abruptly and tore open the curtain. He subconsciously grabbed a small Bagua stone tablet beside his pillow and stared vigilantly at the place where the cold wind was blowing.
"Someone come!"
Just a moment after he finished speaking, Nan Zheng rushed in with his men, standing guard at the bedside with swords drawn.
The gloomy wind suddenly subsided, and a faint voice rang out in the air:
"Don't worry, I was just asked by the Lord to give something to her husband."
Xiao Changheng was slightly stunned, and his black eyes were slightly disturbed.
"The master you are talking about is... Yun Qingqing?"
"I dare not mention the master's name, but... it is just as you said."
Xiao Changheng's coldness dissipated a little, but he still had doubts.
"How do you prove that what you say is true?"
It's not that he didn't trust Yun Qingqing, but he had been plotted against by the evil Taoist several times, so he had to be on guard against others using her name to attack him.
"The Lord has given me a token. Please take a look at the amulet in your hand."
Xiao Changheng suddenly felt his palms getting warm. He looked down and found that the Bagua stone tablet was glowing faintly.
Suddenly, a talisman floated out from nowhere and landed lightly on the stone tablet. It scattered into countless points of light and quickly formed a line of small characters:
"It's Laba Festival, remember to drink porridge."
The small words appeared for a moment and then disappeared, and the light of the stone tablet also dimmed.
Xiao Changheng raised his sword-like eyebrows, and a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone, go down."
Nan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the talisman. Upon hearing the words, he immediately led his men to retreat without any delay.
As soon as everyone left, a cold wind swept across the table, and a food box appeared on it.
Xiao Changheng stood up and walked to the table, looking around, wondering:
"Why don't you show up, sir?"
The voice sounded:
"If we, the Ghost King, had not been summoned by the Ghost King Token and had rashly appeared in the mortal world, it would have caused turmoil in both the Yin and Yang worlds. I hope you will forgive me."
Xiao Changheng: ...
The Ghost King is running errands? Is Yun Qingqing serious?
"The food has been delivered. Please enjoy it while it's hot. I'll take my leave now."
The cold wind subsided and the temperature in the house returned to normal.
Xiao Changheng's eyes fell on the food box, and he remembered the eight words she had brought him, "Laba Festival is here, remember to drink porridge." The corners of his lips slightly raised, and he reached out to open the food box.
There was a bowl of black, unknown, sticky liquid inside, and it was still hot.
Xiao Changheng fell into deep thought.
On the dark road between the two worlds of Hades.
Tang Yue was not in a hurry to fly. He walked leisurely on the road and suddenly looked at the little ghost beside him who was hesitant and seemed to have something to say.
"What is it?"
The little ghost shuddered and spoke cautiously:
"Your Majesty, did you really buy that Laba porridge for mortals to drink?"
"That's right." Tang Yue nodded, "This man is the master's husband, so he can afford the most expensive things."
He flew specifically to Youmingzui, the most luxurious restaurant in the city, and watched their chef prepare this bowl of porridge. It smelled so good that he kept thinking about it all the way. He was just about to go back to Youmingzui to have another bowl to celebrate the solar term.
"But..." The little ghost hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "We ghosts have different taste buds from mortals..."
Tang Yue paused, suddenly feeling something was wrong:
"……What's the meaning?"
The little ghost swallowed his saliva:
"Your Majesty, this is your first time in the ghost world. Perhaps you don't know that things that ghosts find delicious are often... difficult for mortals to swallow!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Tang Yue took a breath of ghostly energy, turned around, and disappeared in a flash.
Only the little ghost was left standing there, wiping his cold sweat and muttering:
"But who knew that Your Majesty would give the things bought from the ghost world to mortals to eat..."
"Hey... Your Majesty, wait for your subordinates!"
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