[Chapter 408 Chapter 408 The Vicious Fake Goddess (19)]
After the banquet, the old emperor announced that he would build a temple in the imperial city and gave the task to Cheng Xu.
The man acted flattered. He walked into the hall, looked at the person on the high seat with admiration, and kowtowed excitedly: "Thank you, Lord, for your grace."
Cheng Su looked as if his credit had been stolen, his eyes full of sinisterness and his face grim.
Cheng Jiang smiled indifferently: "He's just an overseer, why bother about it, big brother?"
When he heard that Yan Qing refused to stay in the palace and wanted to go to the people to spread the divine light, and was arranged by the old emperor to live in the Third Prince's Mansion, he could no longer maintain the smile on his face.
"Brother, you went through so much trouble to bring the goddess back, but you didn't expect that you would end up making wedding dresses for others." He provoked.
Cheng Su was not a fool either. He stared at him and sneered, suppressing the expression as if he was eating a fly raw.
No matter how much the third brother is loved by the emperor, he cannot become the crown prince because there is no one he can trust behind him.
Cheng Jiang is his biggest obstacle.
The moon hangs in the sky, and the star is hidden.
The carriage headed towards the Third Prince's Palace, and a snow-white yak followed behind the team.
Cheng Xu personally arranged accommodation for her and instructed Qi Heng to protect her safety.
Yan Qing politely rejected all other servants and only allowed Lan Yin to live in the same room with her.
The room was not small. Inside was an exquisitely crafted bed decorated with multiple layers of gauze curtains, and there was also a dressing table with a bronze mirror.
Through the side-open window, you can just see a plum tree outside the courtyard.
If the wintersweets bloom in winter, the house will be filled with fragrance.
At the junction of the inner and outer rooms, behind the curtain against the wall, is a small bed for the personal maid to rest, which can be used by the two of them to rest.
Not to mention the plum vase in the corner, even the windowsill tables and chairs are intricately engraved with the shadows of plum trees and flowers.
Yan Qing stroked the plum blossom embroidery on the screen, thinking that the hostess of this room must be a good plum blossom lover.
But if someone had lived there, there would be some traces left in the house.
She looked around but found no signs that anyone had lived there.
The decorations in the house were all to the woman's liking. As far as she knew, Cheng Xu had never married and had no female confidante.
Could it be specially prepared for her as a goddess?
After a moment of thought, she gave up the idea.
Cheng Xu has been keeping a low profile for a long time and doesn't like to show up in public, so how could he want her, a goddess with her own halo, to live in his mansion.
It was she who took the initiative to ask to temporarily live in a quiet place outside the palace, and the old emperor allowed her to come here.
In order to show his respect to her, the emperor naturally would not make any random arrangements.
There were only three princes who left the palace to set up their own palaces. He knew the character of his two sons, Cheng Su and Cheng Jiang, too well. In order not to offend her, he let her enter the palace with the gentle Cheng Xu.
It is still unknown whether Cheng Xu wanted to use this room to hide his beloved or to remember a beautiful guest.
But seeing the rich decoration of the house and the meticulousness with which it was often cleaned, it was enough to see how important that woman was in his heart.
Yan Qing felt a little regretful. If he had known earlier, he should have picked a smarter houseboy to stay with him when the housekeeper brought people here, so that he could get some useful information indirectly.
Cheng Xu is a smooth and difficult person to approach. The fact that he attaches so much importance to one person must be his weakness.
She only knew that there was room for exploitation in this matter.
Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he kept Yan Qing in mind and set his target on Qi Heng who was guarding outside the house.
A quarter of an hour ago, Tusan, who was guarding outside, was called away by Cheng Xu on the pretext of knowing the goddess' preferences.
Apart from the guards stationed in the courtyard and the patrolmen going back and forth in the mansion, Qi Heng was the only one standing by the door.
She called Lan Yin over and said softly, "It's dark and cold outside. Take the thin blanket on the chaise longue to Commander Qi and say it's to thank him for his sleepless nights of protection."
"Yes, Miss." Lan Yin responded.
She went out with the folded blanket in her hands and bowed, "Commander Qi, this is specially sent to you by the young lady. Thank you for your sleepless nights of protection."
Qi Heng was stunned at first, then took a step back and bowed: "It is my duty to protect the goddess for Your Highness."
He refused to accept it and said respectfully, "Those who practice martial arts are not afraid of the severe cold. Please, young lady, thank the goddess for your kindness on my behalf."
Lan Yin felt a little tired from raising her hands after listening to his flowery words.
The young lady once said that once something is given away, it is impossible to take it back. Keeping this in mind, she stuffed the thin blanket directly into Qi Heng's arms.
"Oh, Commander Qi, just marry my young lady, so I don't have to run back and forth."
The little girl, unaware of the ambiguity of her words, turned around and ran back to her room to tell Yan Qing that she had successfully completed the task.
Qi Heng, who stayed where he was, was embarrassed.
Holding the thin blanket, he walked forward and knocked on the door to return it, but hesitated and withdrew his hand.
He held it with his stiff arms, but did not put it on. He just stood there in a daze all night.
Tusang Zicheng returned from Xu. Without even glancing at Qi Heng who was standing there blankly, he raised his hand to knock on the door.
Qi Heng lowered his voice to stop him: "It's late at night, the goddess may have gone to bed, let's talk about it tomorrow."
Tusang stopped moving, his eyes fell on the thin blanket in his arms, and his words pierced him like thorns: "Is Commander Qi so weak that he needs more clothes to keep warm?"
Qi Heng didn't understand the reason for his sudden hostility and replied, "The goddess is kind-hearted and her hospitality is hard to refuse."
Tusan couldn't suppress the jealousy in his heart. He had never been treated like this when he was guarding outside Qingmei's door before.
He said in a cold voice: "Commander Qi doesn't need it, just return it to me."
As he said this, he looked at the other person's face and secretly compared it with his own.
Qi Heng has a darker complexion, and although he is not as handsome as the other two, his facial features are regular and firm, except for the cross-shaped scar on the side of his face that somewhat ruins the overall look.
Feeling that he was better than the others, he felt relieved and reached out to take the blanket back.
Qi Heng took a few steps back and quickly dodged: "Don't bother me, I will return it in person after daybreak."
Seeing his tough attitude, Tusang stopped pressing him. His eyes fell on his fingers that were tightly grasping the blanket, and he chuckled, "Commander Qi must have heard of the story of the different paths of humans and demons."
He suddenly said something that made no clear sense. Qi Heng frowned but didn't respond.
Humans and demons have different paths.
Similarly, humans and gods also have different paths.
The other party was reminding him not to have any inappropriate thoughts.
With a trace of bitterness in his heart, Qi Heng leaned against the wall, feeling the warmth from the thin blanket hanging from his elbows. However, his heart was still extremely desolate.
How dare he, a criminal slave, defile the moonlight in the cold palace?
Perhaps because he had just met Cheng Xu at close range, some fragments of memories flashed through his mind, and Tusan was also in a state of unrest.
Suddenly I remembered the scene of Yan Qing and Bai Ze kissing each other at the palace banquet.
He just felt that Qingmei at that moment was very far away from him.
The girl's desolate eyes as she called the birds on the grassland still made his heart ache when he recalled them.
It was as if she was a gust of wind that would never stop and no one could hold her.
But even so, he wanted to chase closely.
Tusan found that he could no longer suppress the possessive desire rising from the bottom of his heart, the unspeakable possessive desire for Qingmei.
Just like at the banquet, he almost couldn't help but step forward to block all the gazes directed towards Qingmei.
Tusan only knew that he was no longer the warrior Tusan on the grassland who only had prey in his eyes.
When that hot heart lives in a person, love will kill his innocence.
The sky brightened, and a ray of light overturned the dome.
Qi Heng had been waiting at the door since early morning, but he didn't go in. He returned the things directly when Lan Yin opened the door.
"The lady wants you to come in." Lan Yin said to Tusan after taking the thin blanket.
After Tusan entered, Lan Yin followed him in and left the door ajar.
Knowing that the master and his two servants had something to say, Qi Heng retreated a few steps into the yard, turned his back and continued to stand guard.
inside the house.
Yan Qing stood up from the chaise longue and said to Tusan, "In case there are ears on the other side of the wall, let's go into the inner room and talk."
Tusan paused hesitantly, then followed her through the beaded curtain door.
"Brother Tusang, why don't you come here quickly." Seeing that he was walking slowly, Yan Qing quickly walked over to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the bed.
When he was pushed to sit on the bed, Tusan's heart exploded with ripples like a heavy stone falling into a lake. His Adam's apple rolled and his heartbeat stalled. He stammered, "Qingmei, this is not, not right."
This was the second time he stepped into Qingmei's boudoir. Although he didn't smell anything, he felt a sweet fragrance entering his nostrils.
Yan Qing held his shoulders, bent his knees and pressed between his legs, and used his other hand to take off his mask.
Tusan said something inappropriate but his body did not move.
Facing the girl's distressed eyes, his eyelashes trembled: "Qingmei..."
"Brother Tusang, thank you for your hard work." Yan Qing looked at his face covered with red sores, tears in his eyes.
She had fed the young man medicine two days ago in order to prevent Wu Sa from making trouble with the mask on his face.
Unexpectedly, Wu Sa did not expect this, but Cheng Xu was the first person to ask him to take off the mask.
She stood up and put the mask aside. After washing her hands, she took the ointment that had been prepared long ago from the dressing table.
"Don't move. I'll apply some medicine on you and you'll be healed soon." She stopped the young man from standing up and leaned closer.
She scooped up some paste with her fingers and carefully smeared it on his face bit by bit, circling it with her fingertips to help it absorb, while gently admonishing him: "Don't touch water within half an hour, and you will be back to normal."
She didn't stand steadily enough and her body tilted, but was caught by Tusan in time.
The hand around her waist dropped away at the touch, and she rested on her legs like a dead person, not daring to move.
She leaned sideways and sat directly on the man's legs, continuing to apply medicine on him. She took a breath and said, "This is much more convenient."
Tusan's mouth was dry, and his brain seemed to be poured with boiling water. He was instantly confused: "Qing, Qing sister, I, I..."
He stared at the girl's face so close to him and couldn't utter a complete sentence.
Yan Qing deliberately moved his face closer to his ear, and the hot breath he exhaled splashed on his cheek: "Is Tusange very nervous?"
"Yeah." Tusan's face was covered with red sores from the drugs, and it looked as if it was burning and about to peel off. He turned his head and looked away, "I'd better do it myself, so as not to scare Qingmei."
Yan Qing hooked his ear and asked him to look at himself: "Brother Tusang, what you said is not right. I am not such a timid woman."
Tusan coughed dryly: "I don't mean to look down on Qingmei, I just think that the face can be kept as it is, so that it will be easier to deal with any accidents."
"If the status quo is maintained, I will feel bad." Yan Qing smiled softly, "I can't bear to destroy such a handsome face as Tusango."
Her joking tone was like a little deer, running straight into the young man's heart.
The ointment applied to the skin was slightly cool, but her soft fingertips felt hot.
In a world of ice and fire, Tucson could hardly control his increasingly rapid breathing.
He supported the person on his lap and gently pushed her away, then quickly took the mask beside him and put it on: "Okay, okay."
When Yan Qing was in front of him, she maintained her cute look on the grassland, pouted her lips and put down the ointment: "How can it be healed so quickly, Tusange, why are you in such a hurry?"
"I won't eat you." She stuffed the ointment into the young man's palm and said coquettishly.
Tusan's heart was shocked. He resisted the urge to hug her and express his feelings. He lowered his head and remained silent.
Seeing him like this, Yan Qing snorted and laughed: "Okay, I won't joke around anymore, don't be angry, Brother Tusan."
She walked up to the young man, hugged his arm and shook it, acting very intimately and coquettishly.
"I'm not angry." Tusan held the mask on his face, glad that it hid all his thoughts and expressions.
After a pause, he added, "I will never get angry with Qingmei."
The tone was serious, as if he was taking an oath.
"That's what Tusango said." Yan Qing put away the cunning in his eyes.
After closing the window facing the plum tree outside the courtyard, she straightened her face and asked about Cheng Xu's visit to him last night.
Tusan calmed himself down and recalled the conversation with Cheng Xu.
At first, Cheng Xu only learned some of the goddess' preferences from him, such as her dining taboos.
He answered them one by one and was about to leave.
But at this moment, Cheng Xu suddenly spoke, saying that his figure and voice were similar to those of an old friend.
He said nothing and continued walking out the door.
The man took a few steps behind him, grabbed his shoulder with one hand and pulled him back, while his other hand went straight to his face.
Yan Qing's eyes darkened: "Are you talking about Cheng Xu Huiwu?"
Tusan nodded: "And his fighting power is not low."
It seems that he is a hidden master.
Cheng Xu in the plot does not know martial arts. To be exact, he disguised himself too well.
Yan Qing leaned against the bed frame with his arms folded, his fingers tapping unconsciously on his arms.
Looking at what she received from Xiao Ba, if Cheng Xu himself was highly skilled in martial arts, then in many cases he could rely on his own abilities to escape danger.
However, he would rather watch Qi Heng stabbed him in the back and even struggled on the verge of death many times without any reaction.
No matter how cold-hearted a person is, he would never test the loyalty of his closest people over and over again at the risk of life and death.
Unless he himself has done something that is not worthy of the trust of those close to him.
This time, Cheng Xu failed to hide his tail in a hurry, and was also stimulated by Tusan.
He didn't take the other princes seriously.
But if his once most favored fourth brother came back alive, all he had done would be in vain.
Because no matter how hard you try, it can't compare to the old emperor's exclusive favor.
He had to work twice as hard to get what he wanted, but for the pampered Fourth Prince, it was easy to get.
Now that he saw a disfigured face, even if he suspected that Tusan was the missing Fourth Prince, he would feel a little relieved and not be too alert.
Tsk, luckily she was prepared.
Yan Qing narrowed his eyes, and suddenly turned his head to look at the young man: "Brother Tusang, I have something to tell you."
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