Chapter 52: Mingmei’s lips and tongue were entangled, and the attack was fierce.
Although Zhu Hao asked this, his expression showed that he would not refuse.
He was defeated. "I'll listen to you."
Zhu Hao didn't know when she pulled on his clothes. She never looked at Song Xieqing, but just stared at their shoes that were touching each other. The funeral procession walked away, and the surroundings were so quiet that only the chirping of insects could be heard.
After a long time, she raised her eyes that only reflected him.
"I should like you a little." Zhu Hao's knuckles turned white as she gripped his collar. "I like you."
Although Song Xieqing understood her feelings, when Zhu Hao explained them to him without reservation, he felt a surge of emotion in his heart. Song Xieqing's heart beat uncontrollably, becoming more and more violent, and every beat was caused by her.
The huge waves broke through the walls of my heart, and the barriers collapsed.
The moonlight was dim and could not illuminate the faint red on his earlobe.
"I had thought we had a long time to live together, plenty of time to spend with you, to teach you to discover my good qualities. I know you're not ordinary... you'd certainly disdain to have anything to do with a mere mortal." Zhu Hao deliberately emphasized the word "mere" as she smoothed out the wrinkles on Song Xieqing's collar. "But I'm not that bad either. I... look okay, own my own shop, have some money, have decent embroidery skills, and a good temper..."
She bit her lower lip and said in a hollow voice, "His temper is... not bad."
Song Xie's eyes were full of light, and his voice was clear and bright. "I wish you all the best. Before this, I was just an ordinary person."
I also know how good you are.
Zhu Haomeng suddenly pulled him harder, forcing their faces closer. "I know you were quite annoyed with me before, right? If I weren't there, you wouldn't have to deal with all those troubles. But recently, I found..."
"Song Xieqing, do you, too, like me a little?" She suddenly felt too shy to look him in the eye. Zhu Hao rested her forehead against his chest and noticed how fast his heart was beating. "For the sake of my dying day, could you please tell me how you think of me? Do you like me? Even a little bit?"
"Oh, if I'm mistaken, and you don't actually like me at all, please tell me directly."
The surroundings became quiet again. Zhu Hao was about to look up when she felt her back tighten. Song Xieqing pulled her into his arms without warning. His arms tightened more and more, and Zhu Hao was strangled. Her feet were about to hang in the air. She raised her hands into fists and punched Song Xieqing's back hard.
She was not shy about confessing her feelings to him, so how could he avoid her?
Besides, he never intended to suppress the feelings in his heart. He let them grow. He wanted to see how far he and Zhu Hao could go.
No matter how hard Zhu Hao beat him, Song Xieqing didn't let up. He stroked her neck and said, "Zhu Hao, you should know that if the gods make a promise to the world, they cannot break it. Otherwise, they will be punished by heaven. That's why I married you."
He rested his chin on Zhu Hao's neck. It was clearly just a hug, but it made the blood in his body burn and boil uncontrollably. It made his heart flutter more than any other kiss, even more than the last time they were intimate on the bed.
"I wish you well. I wish you a long life." Song Xieqing asked her, "Is the answer you want obvious enough?"
Zhu Hao's eyes were exposed in his arms. Her whole body was burning hot, her face flushed. She stared straight at Song Xieqing and said word by word: "I want you to tell me clearly whether you like me or not."
She pinched his arm in retaliation, causing him pain. "Can't you answer with just a few words?"
Song Xieqing laughed very lightly. She intended to block her retreat completely, leaving no room for negotiation. Song Xieqing's fingertips stroked her neck lightly and heavily. Just as she was about to speak, there was a knock on the door outside the house.
"Madam Zhu, we are the medical relatives of Young Master Lu, and we have come here tonight for a follow-up consultation."
Seeing Song Xieqing hesitate again and again, Zhu Hao pushed him away suddenly. Zhu Hao turned around and tried to leave, but the man's big, rough hand on her wrist pulled her back into his arms.
Zhu Hao's forehead hit his solid chest, making her feel slightly dizzy. Zhu Hao heard him say, "He's just a quack. There's no need to go."
The bright and clear light reflected the shadows of the two people snuggling together, and the warm and moist breath brushed Zhu Hao's jaw and touched her ear.
Song Xieqing uttered two words in a voice that was just loud enough for both of them to hear.
Without waiting for the young lady in his arms to move, he raised his finger and pointed it at Zhu Hao's neck. The green light disappeared into the skin from his fingertips, and Zhu Hao collapsed on him and lost consciousness.
All around was quiet, but within his heart there was a tsunami and a landslide.
…
The morning dew condensed into crystal beads that hung on the stamens, about to fall, and the morning light cast a layer of light gold on the grass and trees in the yard.
Miaoli glanced at the three women on the opposite side of Song Xieqing. She had met these three people once at Zhu's house before it was burned to ashes. They were the maids who accompanied Song Xieqing when he came to propose marriage.
One of them was named Zhuoshui.
She finally fixed her gaze on Song Xieqing. "Young Master Song, what you mean is... that you need to go out for a while, and you're asking the three sisters to help me look after Sister Zhu?"
Song Xieqing nodded slightly, his deep eyes fixed on Miao Li. He said meaningfully, "Miss Miao, these are turbulent times. Unless absolutely necessary, I hope you will stay by Pian Pian's bedside at all times. Please let the three of them take care of the housework, cleaning, and shopping. Do you understand?"
When Miaoli heard this, her knuckles bent and unclenched unconsciously. She was flustered and nodded with her neck stiff.
She was a little timid and felt uncomfortable all over. Miaoli signaled to the others with her eyes to leave and went back to the house first to look after Zhu Hao who was still in a coma.
The woman transformed from the raccoon cat and the viper looked at each other in bewilderment. Zhuo Shuida fixed her large, round eyes on Song Xieqing. She said with amusement, "The great Lord God sent the three of us back to take care of his beloved wife? I'm saying that it's difficult for him to serve his wife personally and he has to ask others to take care of her. Is Zhu Hao really blind to be so happy..."
The conversation stopped abruptly. Zhuoshui was under pressure from the person in front of her, so she had to shut up.
The three demons were all transformed by Song Xieqing, so they could not disobey him easily.
"Pian Pian's life span is drawing to a close. She has been seen wandering around these days. I've cast a spell on her, preventing any non-specific demonic spirits from approaching. Pian Pian probably won't wake up in the near future. I must protect her while I'm away. Although the three of you have only been in human form for a year, you are enough to crush anyone in the mortal world. And, as for that woman who just came into the house to look after Pian Pian..."
Song Xieqing paused. He had just pointed out a few profound principles, but he was afraid of going against fate and suffering from it himself, so he should not say anything more. He needed to use all his remaining energy to help Zhu Hao. This was his only personal love.
Song Xieqing sighed and advised: "Take Pianpian out to sunbathe more often."
Zhuoshui saw a golden leaf materialize from his palm. The leaf, like a fluttering butterfly, leaped into the air, luring him to where he wanted to go. Zhuoshui glanced into the room and asked, "Why don't you take a look at her first?"
Song Xieqing said no.
Zhuoshui showed an indescribable expression, which was just short of saying "You don't love her that much, it's just false love" written on his face. Song Xieqing took in the whole scene and raised his eyebrows, "Zhu Pianpian and I have a long future together."
…
Song Xieqing has not returned to the Ninth Heaven for a while. It is not his own wish to be here now, but the golden leaf that fell into Song Xieqing's palm not long ago led him here.
He stood on a cliff, with a waterfall rushing below him like the pouring Milky Way, and behind him was a towering exotic tree with its branches winding around it. Every leaf on the branch emitted a light golden light. A few feet away, there was a small pond formed by the sky. The pond was full and clear, with a three-inch crystal ball hanging above it. The small pond was surrounded by flowers, which gave off a rich fragrance.
The sound of fabric rustling against grass came from the flowers not far away, and Song Xieqing turned around.
A young woman in a powdered flowered dress walked forward, holding the hem of her skirt. She had a graceful figure, a bun on her head, and eyes full of spring. She was surrounded by hundreds of flowers, but the flowers did not complement her. It was that all the flowers trembled for her alone. This person made him feel friendly and familiar, but at the same time, made him feel a thousand miles away from her.
"This realm is considered a forbidden area. Outsiders can only enter with a golden leaf. However... I think that even if you don't have a golden leaf, you can still enter."
"I almost forgot to mention that I'm the flower envoy of this world, responsible for tending the flowers and plants for the couple who live here. I can even nap and sip tea in my free time... Especially the exotic flowers growing by the pond, planted by the couple themselves. It's said that eating their petals can cure all ailments. Unfortunately... this world is a forbidden area, and anyone who steals these flowers will be punished with death."
Song Xieqing looked around and didn't see anyone else, let alone the couple she was talking about.
He approached the pool. Song Xieqing knew that there was a barrier in the pool. His magic was so powerful that it even wanted to penetrate his fingertips and probe deep into his bone marrow. He pinched his fingers to resist first, intending to test the depth of the barrier. However, until Song Xieqing's fingertips brushed the clear water surface and broke a flower as transparent as ice crystal, there was no backlash at all.
Song Xieqing picked up one end of the flower with two fingers, and a faint light shone from the broken stem.
The woman's face showed surprise, but she concealed it in an instant. "Pianpian's situation is different. This flower can't cure her terminal illness, it can only relieve her pain. At least she won't be tormented by illness for the rest of her life. Aside from her fate, Pianpian should be no different from a healthy person. If you wish to save her, you must begin with the Book of Life and Death held by the Wujiya Official of the Underworld. By the way, this flower thrives on the spiritual energy of the Forbidden Realm. If it leaves this realm, it will turn into a handful of dead water. You must refine it here into flower dew and bring it to the human world."
"You claim this realm is forbidden, yet you didn't hesitate to lure me here and even secretly tell me the method to break it. Will you be implicated because of me?" The roar of the rushing waterfall on the cliff continued, numbing Song Xieqing's eardrums. "Now, how should I call you?"
"I value my life the most. How could I suffer because of someone other than myself? What's more, what I said is by no means a secret. Except for you, the gods of the Nine Heavens, who doesn't know it? How can they punish me? As for the forbidden realm, just think of it as you breaking into it yourself. Besides..." The woman glanced at the crystal ball hanging above the pool without revealing any expression, but said no more.
She sighed softly, then smiled, "In this world, I naturally don't want to hear you call me mother anymore. Besides, if you think about it carefully, who are your biological parents?"
Song Xieqing frowned. He hadn't comprehended what he was saying yet, but another question loomed in his mind: "Chi Xing and his father have been searching for you for a long time. If they had previously intended to remain silent, why would they be willing to meet with me now?"
"Because I know that even if you can end my regret, you won't die easily again." She took a few steps towards where Song Xieqing was standing. "Duckweed has taken root. You have found a place to live, and you are not alone."
The woman snorted coldly, "From now on, don't let that father and son come looking for me. They've made me lose my appetite for days. It's really bad luck."
Song Xieqing lowered his eyes, "The fault is mine."
In the silence, he heard someone chuckle, "Hey? Now that you have a girl you like, why are you still so taciturn? To please a girl, you should first smile and flatter her. Spend a lot of money on her, and never say the same thing when she says one thing. Also, change your bad habit of being so sharp-tongued. What girl doesn't like sweet talk?"
"……Um."
"She has a pair of poisonous eyes. Pianpian is a good girl."
There was a smile in Song Xieqing's eyes, "She is very good, I am marrying above my station."
"Dalang, look up."
The young woman who was wearing a pink floral dress just now has turned into a woman with wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, white hair at her temples, and a robe tied around her waist.
"If there are any untold stories from a hundred years ago, you can finish them here if you wish. From now on, I will no longer be for Song Lang, but only for Song Xieqing."
Her appearance and voice were clearly his mother's, but she was no longer the same as she used to be.
But if he didn't tell her about the regret that had been accumulating in his heart for a hundred years, who else could he tell?
Song Xieqing looked up, his long eyelashes veiled in a lingering snowstorm. "Since I was seventeen, I've come to Yingzhou alone to serve as an official. I've returned to my hometown two or three times. For six whole years, I've never followed my mother's instructions to attend your birthday, and I couldn't even hold her funeral. I... killed Min Yu. As a son, I'm unfilial, and as a brother, my actions deserve death. I should be punished according to the family rules."
He lowered his head and bent his back, "Please punish me, mother."
"You should be the lord of a city first, and then be a son and a brother."
"If Min Yu were still alive, how could the hundreds of souls in the underworld rest in peace? Min Yu claims to have no regrets, but in reality, he has long since realized his mistakes. You two brothers, although not from the same father, are equally stubborn." The woman raised her hand and gestured on his shoulder. Finally, she said, "Da Lang has grown taller."
"Mother……"
All living things have biological parents, and the gods in heaven are no exception. The word "family love" was also his soft armor when he was a human. Song Xieqing looked at the woman who came to him, and the corners of his lips straightened briefly. "Happy birthday, mother."
…
When Song Xieqing stepped into the inner courtyard, he saw Zhu Hao lying on a thick bamboo couch covered with a velvet blanket and with her eyes closed. Because of the magic he had used before leaving, Zhu Hao should not have woken up yet. It should be Zhuoshui and others who carried her out of the inner room to bask in the sun.
The ancient pomegranate tree was in full bloom. A low branch on the side was bent down by the weight of the red flowers in clusters. A pomegranate flower in full bloom happened to fall on Zhu Hao's ear. The warm sunlight enveloped her, and Song Xieqing could see the fine hairs on her cheek.
He lifted the lid of the small glass bottle and drank the floral dew made from the forbidden exotic flowers in one gulp, but his Adam's apple did not move.
Song Xieqing leaned over, stroked Zhu Hao's cheek with his palm, and kissed her lips.
The floral dew seemed to transform into circulating living water in an instant, and like a flexible and straight stream, it was led by Song Xieqing into her deep throat.
His meanness was fully exposed at this moment. Song Xieqing was reluctant to leave. He held her cheeks, bit and penetrated deeply, and his lips and tongue entangled with each other in a fierce attack.
In the midst of his love and confusion, Song Xieqing suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart. He took several steps back and vomited black blood all over his collar. He leaned against the pomegranate tree and looked at the young lady sleeping on the bamboo couch. Song Xieqing endured the pain that pierced his heart and bones and smiled for no reason. If this pain was the punishment for entering the forbidden area and picking its flowers, then he would be happy to bear it.
Zhu Hao's eyelashes trembled and his fingers curled up. He didn't want her to see him in such a miserable state. Song Xieqing wanted to pinch his fingers to escape, but his magical power was lost at this moment.
He had no choice but to hold his chest and walk towards the gate with heavy steps.
Song Xieqing stepped out of Zhu's house, holding on to the outer wall and slowly moving forward. He could not bear the stinging pain in his mouth, which was like being cut open. He was drenched in cold sweat. The crimson and purple curse caused by her climbed up Song Xieqing's neck again. He lost his divine power and could no longer suppress the frequent growth of the curse.
Only good wishes can save him.
Song Xieqing turned his head and saw a green shawl fluttering in the wind. Zhu Hao was holding up her skirt, with a rosy face, running towards him at great speed.
He fell to the ground, his eyes fixed on Zhu Hao and he couldn't move them away.
She came for him.
The spring is bright and beautiful, but she is far better than the spring.
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