Chapter 439 A Beautiful Woman's Thoughtfulness, A Sensible Girl (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets!)
His junior sister hasn't spoken to him for two days.
After careful reflection, Ouyang Rong realized that he shouldn't have "went against the woman's wishes" that afternoon.
She could have easily kicked him away, but she didn't put up any real resistance. She even cooperated by changing into thin silk stockings. Ouyang Rong wasn't sure if she liked it or not.
Moreover, in the latter half, the junior sister turned into an ostrich, burying her head in her chest and not saying a word, which Ouyang Rong could only take as tacit approval.
He tried to visit them these past two days, but was turned away each time. The reason given was that he had gone to a chrysanthemum appreciation banquet with Li Guo'er and Qin Ying and was too busy to see someone. He wondered if it was because he was too shy to see them for the time being.
Ouyang Rong didn't think much of it and devoted himself to official business in the Jiangzhou government hall for the past two days.
That evening, he went to the Xunyang Prince's Mansion again to attend a meeting in the study. Li Xian's family, Lu Ya, and his junior sister were all there.
However, during the meeting, the junior sister remained cold and aloof, standing next to Li Guo'er without even glancing at him.
This reaction, however, made Li Guo'er's eyes look strange, her gaze shifting between Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang.
Ouyang Rong coughed, pretending nothing had happened.
The recent discussions in the study mainly revolved around three things: battle reports from the front lines of the suppression of the rebellion, developments in the Luoyang court, and... the progress of Li Dalang's matchmaking with the Qin family's daughter.
After the meeting, the battle situation reported from the front lines in Hongzhou, between Qin Jingzhen and the expeditionary army, was so far going quite smoothly.
In the Luoyang court, nothing major happened. What is noteworthy is that Empress Wei has recently begun to actively inquire about the progress of the Great Zhou Songde Tian Shu and the Four Directions Buddha statues, showing considerable interest in them.
After discussing it with Li Xian, Ouyang Rong felt that they also needed to speed up the progress in Jiangzhou.
Finally, the conversation turned to the much-anticipated part: Li Dalang's pressure to get married and his arranged marriages.
Li Xian and Wei Mei questioned him expectantly, but the news they received was mediocre and there was no progress. The couple looked somewhat disappointed.
Li Guo'er tapped her chin lightly with her finger, squinted her eyes and analyzed, offering advice to Li Dalang.
Today, the junior sister, who was as cold and emotionless as ice, did not interrupt.
Li Xian hesitated for a moment, then gave his eldest son a word of advice:
"Eldest brother, you need to pay more attention to this matter. Put your studies aside for now and focus on getting married. It's not like when you were buried in your books in the study. Now you're at least the Prefect of Jiangzhou, and you're not bad off. Don't feel inferior to the Qin family's daughter. If you need any support, just say so, and we'll help you."
After much nagging, Li Dalang nodded helplessly.
Li Xian paused for a moment, then, in front of his wife, children, Ouyang Rong, Xie Lingjiang, Lu Ya, and others, looked up at the window, stroked his beard, and sighed deeply:
"Back when I was a prince in Chang'an, I was a famous handsome young man in the 108 wards of Chang'an. I don't know how many young women and maids secretly flirted with me. My fame was no less than that of my beloved Tanlang in Luoyang now."
Ouyang Rong, who was sipping his tea and glancing at his junior sister out of the corner of his eye, covered his mouth and coughed. He quickly put down his teacup and wiped his mouth, as he had almost spat out a mouthful of tea.
Everyone turned to look.
Pretending not to see Tan Lang's plaintive little eyes that seemed to say, "Uncle, you can praise me all you want, but don't mention me," Li Xian's expression turned somewhat wistful.
"My lord, you are so handsome, how could you not win over a Qin family girl? It is obvious that you have the right conditions, but you lack experience. How about this, you should consult Tanlang. He is exceptionally handsome and promising at a young age. He must have seen many women and bees, so he must be skilled."
"As for Guo'er, just take her words as a reference. She doesn't have much experience. Although she speaks eloquently, her words are not convincing. Listen to both sides and you will be wise. You make your own decision."
Ouyang Rong: "..."
Li Guo'er: "...?"
Li Dalang was taken aback: "I thought Father was going to teach me."
Li Xian, who had been under Wei Mei's ambiguous gaze since the beginning, reprimanded him sternly and righteously:
"What nonsense are you talking about? I've long forgotten about these things. I haven't been involved in romance for many years, and now that I'm a father, I'm detached from worldly desires. There's nothing I can teach you. If you get married and want to learn the ways of a harmonious and respectful marriage, you can come and ask me."
Li Dalang scratched his head.
Wei Mei, however, didn't let her sweet-talking husband off the hook, and gave a cold laugh:
"If someone is really a seasoned lover, how come they can't even control their old flame now? One person's emotional debts have dragged everyone down for nothing."
Li Xian pleaded helplessly, "Mei Niang, I really have nothing to do with her. We never even started dating, so how can we talk about any emotional debts? As for that female official Miao Zhen, I don't know why she has held a grudge until now."
Wei Mei nodded and praised in a strange voice, "Isn't it because Qi Lang is a famous handsome young man in the 108 wards of Chang'an? Even though he was rejected after having a one-sided love, he can't let go of you."
"No, no, actually I'm still not as good as Tanlang in this respect..." Li Xian nodded obsequiously.
Ouyang Rong couldn't help but put down his teacup:
"Uncle and Aunt, Dalang, actually I'm not good at this. I'm an honest person, not some seasoned lover. You flatter me. You may have some misunderstanding about me."
Xie Lingjiang suddenly spoke, the most lethal statement: "Who said a few days ago that they wanted to give Dalang some pointers?"
"Uh." Ouyang Rong was immediately embarrassed.
He coughed, covering his fist, and turned his head to look at Li Dalang, who was looking at him curiously, and said:
"These are some of my humble opinions, and I think I'd better not embarrass myself by sharing them today. So, good luck, Dalang."
Xie Lingjiang gave a light snort, and Wei Mei and Li Guo'er exchanged glances.
The three women realized that all the men were just boastful charlatans who only knew how to act as advisors to others.
Li Guo'er pouted, thinking that she was not as good as this theoretical master.
After a short while, the discussion in the study ended, and everyone dispersed.
Ouyang Rong walked out the door, intending to follow and ask his junior sister how her recent participation in the chrysanthemum appreciation banquet went, and whether her literary talent was abundant.
When they arrived at the corridor, the beautiful figure was nowhere to be seen. It seemed that she had left with a cold face immediately after the meeting, not giving anyone a chance.
Helpless, Ouyang Rong took out a stack of books from his sleeve and glanced at them.
Knowing what his junior sister needed, he spent the last few nights rummaging through his bookshelf, finding all the poetry collections he could find, thinking that his junior sister might need them.
After thinking for a while, Ouyang Rong chatted with Lu Ya for a few words before taking her leave. After getting rid of the others, she went alone to a private room in the mansion.
Seeing that Xie Lingjiang's boudoir was unlit, Ouyang Rong was slightly disappointed. She was not there; she had probably gone back to Jingyi Pavilion to rest tonight.
Ouyang Rong entered the deserted courtyard, placed the carefully selected stack of poems on the stone table inside, weighed it down with a teapot, and turned to leave.
Just as Ouyang Rong left the hospital, he bumped into Li Guo'er, Cai Shou, and several other girls who were returning to their boudoir.
The little princess with plum blossom makeup walked at the front, carrying an elegant lantern in her hand, which emitted a faint cyan light and seemed to contain a bunch of fireflies. It was more like a lady's plaything than a lantern.
Ouyang Rong and she exchanged a glance in the air.
Li Guo'er glanced at the dark courtyard behind Ouyang Rong:
"After the meeting, it seems that Sister Xie left the mansion directly."
Ouyang Rong nodded: "It's just some books for her to read, that's all."
Li Guo'er nodded slightly and asked, "It's chilly outside, Young Master Ouyang, would you like to come in and have a cup of tea?"
Ouyang Rong shook his head: "No, I have something to discuss with Dalang, I'll head over now."
Li Guo'er gave a soft "oh" and, without asking any further questions, picked up the firefly basket, brushed past Ouyang, and left with Cai Shou and other maids, entering the boudoir.
The question just now seemed like a polite formality.
Ouyang Rong didn't mind; that was just how the little princess was, and he was used to it.
Speaking of which, ever since the incident where they mistakenly delivered the wrong umbrella to the wrong woman's quarters, the two of them haven't had much private interaction. They've tacitly kept their distance, only exchanging a few words when discussing matters in the study.
Ouyang Rong turned and left, heading straight to find Li Dalang.
After he left, the lights in the boudoir behind him, which belonged to Li Guo'er, came on.
Upon entering the boudoir, Li Guo'er handed the firefly cage to Cai Shou, gave her a few instructions, and then went upstairs alone.
Cai Shou and the other maids did not follow.
The boudoir was unlit. In the darkness, the plum blossom makeup on her forehead was bright. She lifted the hem of her dress with both hands and silently climbed the steps.
The faint sounds of laughter from downstairs could be heard from the chubby-faced maid and other maids releasing fireflies in the open space.
Li Guo'er lowered her eyes and went up to the third floor, pushed open the door and entered the study.
Instead of turning on the light, she walked to the bookshelf and opened a hidden compartment.
Inside lay two pill boxes and a piece of red paper.
The two pill boxes are made of jade and nanmu wood, respectively.
A jade elixir box is a gift from the Supreme Purity; while a nanmu wood elixir box is a gift from the Jade Purity.
The red paper next to the two pill boxes looked crumpled, but it had been smoothed out and neatly folded.
Li Guo'er stared at the marriage certificate for a while, then reached out and took out the jade box given to her by the Taiqing Sect Leader. Inside were two strangely smelly golden pills.
She played with the jade box in her delicate hands, walked to the window, lowered her eyes, seemingly gazing at the night sky, or perhaps looking in the direction someone had left without looking back, and suddenly hummed softly.
"If you don't want to drink, fine, I'm too lazy to take you... It depends on my mood."
...
Ouyang Rong bid farewell to Li Dalang, left the Prince's Mansion, and returned to his residence in Huaiye Lane.
On the way, he was still thinking about how to coax his junior sister, but as soon as he got home, he was met with a reproachful look from Zhen Shuyuan. The woman in the silk skirt scolded him for coming back late, saying that Wanwan had just left.
Ouyang Rong was taken aback.
"Junior Sister is here?"
"Yeah, I sat for a while, but you didn't come back for a long time, so I told her not to wait anymore and to go back and rest early. Humph, let's teach you a lesson."
Ouyang Rong was speechless.
"Oh, by the way, Wanwan also brought you something."
"What is that?"
"I don't know. I had Wei Lai deliver it to your room. It's probably thermal underwear or shoes. The bundle feels like clothing, but I didn't open it to check."
Ouyang Rong asked another question: "Didn't your junior sister say anything to you?"
"What are you talking about? Isn't Wanwan the same as before? What, did you two have a fight? It doesn't seem like it. She was chatting and laughing with me when we were having snacks and arranging flowers. She doesn't seem unhappy. Well, mainly because she didn't complain to you. Normally, if something happens, you should report it."
Zhen Shuyuan asked curiously, and seeing Ouyang Rong's expression, she suddenly narrowed her eyes:
"Has Tanlang wronged her again? She doesn't even dare to complain and is just putting on a brave face?"
"..."
Ouyang Rong said helplessly, "No. Why do you make me sound like a bad guy? Besides, what do you mean by 'again'?"
After chatting for a few more minutes, Ouyang Rong left with a sigh of relief. Judging from his aunt's words, it was good that his junior sister wasn't angry or unhappy.
However, she personally delivered what it was.
A short while later, he returned to Yinbingzhai, somewhat bewildered.
Ouyang Rong asked the white-haired maid to fetch hot water, then turned and walked into the study, where he saw a bundle on the desk.
He went over and opened the bundle.
Inside the unfolded bundle lay a pair of embroidered shoes and three pairs of women's socks.
The foot socks are made of luxurious silk as well as lightweight silk, and come in a variety of colors, including snow white, light pink and purple.
Aside from these items, there were no notes or other explanations in the bundle.
"Strange, why would my junior sister send me this out of the blue? Is it for Wei Lai? The size is wrong, it can't be for me, can it? Are you kidding me..."
Ouyang Rong paused, his expression changing slightly.
He couldn't help but pick up the embroidered shoes and socks and examine them. The shoes and socks were very clean and tidy, without a speck of dust, but they faintly carried the scent of his junior sister's body fragrance, for some reason...
As he caught a whiff of that familiar fragrance, Ou Yangrong's eyes twitched violently.
"No, why are you sending these..."
He was speechless. He threw the fragrant shoes and socks back into his bundle, shook his head vigorously, and didn't know what to do with them for a moment.
But he also vaguely understood what his junior sister meant.
Good heavens, even he thinks it's weird. What is his junior sister thinking about all day long?!
Moreover, what was with her cold and emotionless attitude when they were discussing matters in the study of the Prince of Xunyang's mansion? It was truly a case of contrast.
Ouyang Rong looked at the things his junior sister had secretly and thoughtfully brought him with a worried expression.
He simply indulged in a bit of his natural instincts when with someone he liked, enjoying teasing her; he didn't have any obsessive fetish for feet. If it weren't for the absolute certainty that the craftsman was currently locked in his sword case, wearing a "bellyband" as punishment, one might have thought he'd gone to tell his junior sister, spreading rumors about his fetish...
"Junior sister, junior sister, what's wrong again...wait, why 'again'..."
After carefully putting away his junior sister's private shoes and socks, Ouyang Rong rubbed his face vigorously and reflected on his actions.
After sitting quietly for a while, his expression gradually calmed down. He silently turned his head to look at the hazy night outside the window, and the image of that aloof and pretty face that had ignored him not long ago flashed before his eyes again.
A warm current flowed silently through my heart.
"How could I be so stupid..."
Ouyang Rong murmured softly.
A moment later, he suddenly raised his hand and touched the faint teeth marks on his neck, hidden by his collar, and sighed softly:
"But it really hurts to bite down like that."
...
Huang Xuan stuffed more reeds and straw fluff into the inner lining of the tattered little red jacket.
Autumn was growing colder and more desolate, but she lived her life with extraordinary peace of mind.
More than half a month has passed since the incident where I received help from a benefactor and was almost taken advantage of by a merchant's wife.
Huang Xuan's life returned to normal.
There is no longer any connection between him and that low-key young man in the felt hat, the Prefect of Jiangzhou.
She didn't bring the new red leaves to knock on the door of the Xunyang Prince's Mansion in Xiushuifang.
Looking back now, Huang Xuan knows that the words the benefactor uttered that day were merely a rhetoric used after helping someone, to cover up the good deed and reduce her sense of indebtedness.
Therefore, there's no need to be foolish and knock on the door again.
Some things are best kept in your heart, while some people live in two different worlds and will never cross paths. Not bothering them or forcing things, and simply keeping to your own business, is already enough.
For Huang Xuan, it seems that the incident left no trace.
In the bustling and vibrant city of Xunyang, where travelers flock, such an event is at most like a small pebble splashing in a turbulent stream.
The little girl in the red coat still went out every day as usual to make ink at Hanlei Ink Studio. She would have lunch at the ink studio and in the afternoon she would go to the bustling market near the West Gate to sell folding fans and red leaves amidst the unfamiliar crowds. In the evening, she would rush back to the dilapidated courtyard to cook dinner before her father returned from work. If she was lucky, she could also find some damaged fruits and vegetables at the vegetable market she passed by, either picking them up for free or selling them cheaply.
Every day is busy, but I feel at peace and content.
However... some traces of the past still remain.
For example, those bullying managers and staff at Hanlei Mozhai no longer dared to provoke her; they even avoided her when walking.
I don't know how they spread the word in private, but the brothel madams on the next street no longer dared to tempt her into selling herself.
In addition, as expected, the noblewoman surnamed Pei did not cause any trouble for her and her father. In fact, the day after the incident at the Xunyang Tower luncheon, she personally visited them and politely apologized to them at the door.
As for that landlord, Mr. Chen, he never appeared again, nor did he mention anything about packing up and getting out. In fact, the day before yesterday, he and his father came to pay the rent they owed. Mr. Chen was extremely apprehensive, and only after the father and daughter repeatedly pleaded did he reluctantly accept the money with a smile...
Every evening on her way home, Huang Xuan would pass by the large house facing the street at the alley entrance and occasionally glance at it.
Just like right now.
On her way home one evening, the little girl in the red coat passed by the house, but this time she forgot to even look at it. She carefully clutched the half-pound of braised meat wrapped in lotus leaves in her arms and ran swiftly back to her home in the alley.
Pushing open the courtyard gate, one immediately sees a young man in a Taoist robe with a stoic expression sitting at a stone table.
Huang Xuan wasn't surprised. She glanced at him again, then rushed into the kitchen, tiptoed to place the braised pork wrapped in lotus leaves, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and turned back to the courtyard.
Her father hadn't come home from work yet, she asked softly:
"Has the Taoist priest eaten?"
Lu Ya hesitated for a moment, nodded, and then raised his arm to indicate the jar of wine he was carrying.
"Did you already eat, and then come to have a drink with your father?"
Huang Xuan nodded, but said:
"Please wait a moment, Master. Father should be back soon. If you have wine, we have some braised meat today. Father received his wages yesterday, so we should treat him today. Braised meat goes well with wine. You can eat together later. Give me the wine pot, I'll go warm it up."
Upon hearing this, Lu Ya had no choice but to say, "You all eat, I'm not hungry, I'll just have a few drinks."
Huang Xuan glanced into his eyes, but didn't reply. After taking the wine jug, she went to the kitchen to warm the wine, casually asking on the way:
"Does the Taoist priest also live in Xingzifang?"
"About the same, not far," Lu Ya replied vaguely.
"The Taoist priest can come over for a meal once a day, if he doesn't mind."
"I don't mind. But... it's not necessary." He shook his head.
"good."
Huang Xuan glanced at the expressionless young man in the Taoist robe who had recently taken to coming to his father for drinks and always brought his own alcohol, and said nothing more.
Father has never had many friends, and even fewer that he can bring home. The appearance of this Taoist Master Lu is a bit strange, but after knowing him for so long, it seems that he has no ill intentions. Moreover, Huang Xuan is naturally happy that someone can tolerate Father's carefree and reckless temper and come to drink with him every day to relieve his fatigue.
She squatted by the stove, hugging her knees, to warm the wine. After a while, when she felt warm, she turned around and asked curiously:
"Master Lu is in Xingzifang. Have you seen the Chief Secretary and Lady Xie recently?"
"No." Lu Ya shook his head.
However, he was surprisingly patient with Huang Xuan's questions, even perking up to answer them carefully:
"The last time I saw you was in the Prince's study. You two were both very busy. Young Master Ouyang seems to be busy with the Xunyang Grottoes. I heard he's been traveling outside the city every day, enduring wind and rain... As for Miss Xie, I heard she's been busy attending literary gatherings lately and can't find the time."
"A literary gathering? Does the Xie family's daughter enjoy poetry and literature?" Huang Xuan suddenly asked.
"Not exactly." Lu Ya hesitated for a moment, then suddenly nodded, offering a suggestion: "She might be accumulating literary energy in preparation for advancing her rank..."
Huang Xuan, who was adding firewood to the fire, paused for a moment and turned her head away.
Lu Ya stared intently at the subtle expressions on her face.
It wouldn't hurt to talk more about Qi cultivation. If it could pique the girl's interest, and even make her look up to Fellow Daoist Xie, wouldn't that be helpful for bringing up something later...? He thought to himself.
So, the expressionless young man in the Taoist robe began to scrutinize the little girl's expression, secretly anticipating something.
The result was the next moment.
"oh."
Huang Xuan nodded blankly, then turned back to continue burning firewood and warming the wine.
I didn't ask any further questions.
Lu Ya slightly opened his mouth.
They say people who aren't family don't enter the same door, but how can someone be even more unambitious than him? He's got literary talent and a certain level of refinement, for crying out loud! Why don't you ask him a few more questions? This won't do; if things continue like this, he won't even be allowed in the door!
Faced with such a difficult little girl, Lu Ya felt as if he were facing a formidable enemy. Just as he was deep in thought, a loud voice came from outside the door:
"I'm back, Xiaoxuan! Did Yuan Yazi arrive? Did he bring the wine?"
Lu Ya: "..."
When Huang Feihong returned, he pushed open the door and immediately saw the braised meat and wine on the table. His eyes lit up, and he took off his towel and jacket and sat down to eat and drink heartily. He didn't even wash his hands and just grabbed the food to eat, not caring about the mess. Huang Xuan and Lu Ya were used to it.
Amidst the food and drinks, Huang Feihong and Lu Ya chatted idly, with Huang Feihong repeatedly calling Lu Ya "round duck" and occasionally patting Lu Ya's shoulder heavily with his greasy hand.
Lu Ya remained expressionless, a hint of despair creeping into his eyes. Even being unwittingly fed a mouthful of dog food by Ouyang Lianghan and Fellow Daoist Xie at the Xunyang Prince's Mansion was nothing compared to being imprisoned here.
While having dinner and chatting with the bearded man, the expressionless young man in the Taoist robe kept glancing at the little girl in the red jacket washing clothes by the well.
Huang Feihong was all smiles today, and even his rice tasted delicious. Huang Xuan asked him what was going on and found out that the wages at Xunyang Grottoes between Shuangfeng had been raised again these past two days because of the cold weather. Apparently, it was the suggestion of that Chief Secretary... This kind of wage increase on a whim was much better than the ruthless foremen at the docks. Most importantly, lunch was provided, and he could get two steamed buns for breakfast. Huang Feihong felt quite embarrassed.
However, he was only unaccustomed to it when he first arrived. Now... Huang Feihong puffed out his chest, put one foot on a stone bench, took a big bite of braised meat, and patted his chest to Huang Xuan and Lu Ya, saying that his choice to leave the black-hearted dock and go to Xunyang Grottoes was not wrong. Then his expression changed, and he covered his mouth mysteriously, saying that many old workers still ask him to drink. While envious, they also subtly ask him if there is still a way to join Xunyang Grottoes.
Huang Xuan and Lu Ya exchanged a glance, and Huang Feihong suddenly beamed with joy as he announced another piece of good news.
The Jiangzhou government will acquire a batch of old houses in Xingzifang at market price without coercion, and then convert them into simple housing. These houses will be uniformly planned and fully equipped. Although they are not grand or respectable, they will be much cleaner and more complete than the cramped and dilapidated houses they currently live in. The focus will be on comfort and improvement. And most importantly, the rent will be very cheap. However, the first batch of housing will be given priority to the workers who are working hard to build the Buddha statue in Xunyang Grottoes.
Huang Feihong talked on and on, his face beaming with joy; Lu Ya, upon hearing this, tilted his head back, poured himself a mouthful of wine, and nodded silently; Huang Xuan pursed her lips and lowered her head to wash clothes in silence.
As night fell, Lu Ya took his leave at the opportune moment.
Not long after it got dark, Huang Xuan and Huang Feihong went to bed early. Besides their healthy sleep habits, the main reason was that they didn't have money and didn't want to waste lamp oil. In this era, the so-called lights of thousands of homes at night certainly didn't include the homes of the poor.
In the bedroom converted from the woodshed, the father and daughter squeezed together on a straw mat.
Huang Feihong fell asleep immediately, snoring loudly. The rhythmic snores from the other houses next door could also be heard, creating a symphony of sounds.
In the darkness beside the straw mat inside the house, a pair of clear and bright eyes quietly opened.
Once her eyes had adjusted to the darkness, the little girl, who had been sleeping wrapped in a red coat, lifted the covers and quietly put on her shoes and got out of bed.
She walked in the dark to a cabinet, opened the door, and a creaking sound came from inside the room, as if she wasn't afraid of waking the soundly sleeping Huang Feihong.
Huang Xuan tiptoed and reached for the top shelf of the cabinet with her small hand... but found nothing.
It's gone.
The little girl in the red coat frowned.
She suddenly closed the cabinet door and glanced back at the pitch-black night outside the window.
His lips turned down, as if he was somewhat unhappy.
...
In the afternoon, in the main hall of a government office in Xunyangfang.
After returning from Xunyang Grottoes, a cold-blooded young woman dressed in palace attire dismissed a group of female officials.
It was Rongzhen, whom they hadn't seen for many days.
She brought out a heavy red lacquered wooden box from the back room, walked to the table, knelt down, and placed it on the table.
When the red lacquered wooden box was opened, it revealed a nesting doll-like structure with nine layers of locks, all of which Rong Zhen untied one by one using strange and intricate techniques.
Finally, she slowly took out a golden book from the bottom of the lacquer box, turned it open with her finger, and saw that every page inside was made of gold paper.
Judging from the softness of the paper as Rongzhen slowly turns the pages, it is undoubtedly made of genuine gold.
Rongzhen lowered her eyes and calmly browsed the scene.
This golden book was sent from afar by the Luodu Astronomical Bureau after receiving her urgent request. It was escorted by eight Qi cultivators who are currently standing at the main entrance of the main hall, waiting for her to finish checking it and return it as soon as possible.
Compared to its priceless materials and craftsmanship, its contents are even more "expensive".
After an unknown amount of time, the girl reading the book smiled slightly...
These past two days have been longer chapters...
(End of this chapter)
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