[Chapter 409 Chapter 409 The Vicious Fake Goddess (20)]
Tusan held her arms with both hands, and stared at her through the mask with his starry eyes: "Qingmei."
Yan Qing raised his eyes in confusion: "Brother Tusang?"
Tusan murmured, "If——"
Swallowing, he continued, "If my face stays like this, will Qingmei dislike it?"
Yan Qing thought he had something important to say, but she only heard this. She did not ignore the expectation in the young man's eyes, and said seriously, "Of course not. No matter what form Tusang becomes, he is still my closest brother."
The words that came out of her mouth made Tusan so excited that he couldn't control himself, but the second half of the sentence was like a bucket of cold water poured over his head, extinguishing the raging fire of love.
“Just a brother…” Leng Leng moved his lips, and the light burning in his black pupils suddenly became like dark clouds blocking the moon.
His upright body seemed to be drained of strength, and he looked visibly dull and listless.
Yan Qing's eyes flickered slightly, and he pretended to be young and innocent: "Brother Tusang, what's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"
She wanted to take off the mask, but was stopped by the young man.
What Tusan didn't want to see in the girl's clear eyes was his own horrible face that had not yet fully recovered.
Because I love you, I just want to show my best side in front of my sweetheart.
I wish all the darkness would be hidden in a corner that will never be known to anyone.
He stared intently at the girl's red lips opening and closing, and resisted the urge to kiss her.
Qingmei just doesn't understand what love is, not that she dislikes him.
She is a goddess admired by thousands of people. In the huge Beiyou Imperial City, countless young talents will be attracted to her.
Qi Heng is, and the future third prince may also be.
Jealousy spread in my heart, along with the unreasonable panic.
Fragments of memory occasionally flashed through his mind, including the unreasonable resentment towards Cheng Su and Cheng Jiang, and Cheng Xu's unusual behavior.
The combination of all these gave him a preliminary idea of his own life experience.
Because of this, he had the courage to express his love to the girl: "Qingmei, I am pleased——"
Yan Qing pressed his fingertips on his lips and interrupted him in time: "Brother Tusang, listen to me first."
Her brows were slightly furrowed and her face was serious.
Tusan's behavior shows that her subtle seduction has been very effective, but when it comes to feelings, if they are put on the table, she must give a response.
Whether you agree or not, it will not be conducive to controlling him.
Avoiding it is the best way at the moment.
The hidden bait that seems to be there but not there is most likely to arouse people's emotions. The more you endure it, the easier it will ferment.
The reason why a man suddenly wants to break the existing balance is simply because he lacks a sense of security.
She hesitated again and again, wanting to speak but stopping herself.
Tusan's beating heart suddenly slowed down: "Qingmei, go ahead."
Yan Qing lowered his head, and when he looked up again, there was a hint of worry in his eyes: "In fact, on the day we left the grassland, I secretly made a fortune for Tusangge."
"It's about Tusango's life experience." She pursed her lips in confusion.
Tusan's eyes lit up, and he forgot the disappointment of being interrupted when he just confessed his feelings, and tightened his grip on her arm.
"Do you know that there is a missing fourth prince in Beiyou?" Instead of directly telling the divination result, she asked another question.
Toussaint let go of her hand and nodded.
Maya loves gossip and always finds out some news that seems irrelevant and distant to them, the herdsmen.
Among them was the fourth prince of Beiyou who was investigating the people's conditions for His Majesty. On his way back, he passed by Chilian Mountain and was suddenly hit by a mudslide and washed off a cliff.
The Chilian Mountain is rugged and steep. When the mudslide occurs, it is like a ferocious beast released from a cage, full of dangers. It can be said that there is no possibility of survival.
But the emperor loved his sons dearly and insisted on seeing their bodies after they died, and until now there has been no funeral for his fourth son.
Seeing Tusang fall silent, Yan Qing knew that he had doubts about his identity after meeting Cheng Xu last night.
Then her move was just right.
She concealed the deepness in her eyes, held the young man's hand, and looked directly into his eyes: "The hexagram shows that Tusangge is the missing fourth prince of Beiyou."
"So Qingmei chose to come to Beiyou because of me?" Tusanhui held her and pulled her into his arms.
You don't need to take off the mask to see his eagerness.
At this moment, he seemed to have arrived in the spring when flowers were in full bloom and joy was everywhere.
Yan Qing nodded, blushing and smiling: "I said, Tu Sangge's business is my business, I will help you find yourself again."
Tusan hugged her in his arms and rubbed his chin on the top of her head: "Qingmei, I..."
He didn't know how to express his feelings. If he expressed his love at this time, he was afraid that it would be regarded as gratitude.
He didn't want his feelings for his sweetheart to be mixed with other things.
Yan Qing also breathed a sigh of relief.
The so-called divination ability was originally intended to deceive Cheng Xu, but unexpectedly, it also worked on Tusan.
She hugged the young man back and patted his back: "Brother Tusan, the most important thing now is to find out who harmed you in the first place."
"It's Cheng Su." The young man said with certainty.
Yan Qing shook his head: "The situation in the court is turbulent, and Cheng Su is not the only one who wants to become the crown prince."
Tusan agreed and said, "Qingmei is right."
Therefore, he cannot reveal his identity now. The situation where the enemy is in the open and we are in the dark will be more conducive to his actions.
"Miss." Lan Yin called softly from behind the door curtain.
Yan Qing took Tusang out and said that someone outside the courtyard had handed in a visiting card asking for a meeting.
Cheng Xu was extremely concerned about supervising the construction of the temple and was no longer in the mansion at the moment.
No matter how unpopular he was, he was still a prince and could enter and leave the palace easily. The only people who could do that were not the other princes.
Cheng Su and Cheng Jiang had agreed to come uninvited, but were stopped outside the door by Qi Heng.
Yan Qing said nothing. He drew his sword and placed it across the neck of the servant who was trying to force his way in. The armor on his body gleamed coldly in the warm sun.
Cheng Su and the other man approached her proactively simply because they were afraid that this goddess would be won over by Cheng Xu and become an obstacle to their advancement.
Therefore, he relied on his status as a prince and wanted to use his power to force Qi Heng to let them in.
Who would have thought that he would meet such a tough guy like Qi Heng.
"Hmph, my third brother really raised a good dog." Cheng Su left angrily with his hands behind his back.
Cheng Jiang, who wanted to force his way through, threw away the knife he had pulled from the guard's waist and took a deep look at the half-open door.
"Since the goddess is not convenient, I will come to see you next time." His sinister eyes swept across Qi Heng, as if he wanted to remember him in his heart so as to find a chance to get rid of him as soon as possible.
The noisy courtyard returned to peace again. Qi Heng sheathed his sword and turned around to find Yan Qing standing by the door.
"Greetings, goddess." Qi Heng clasped his fists and bowed.
Yan Qing stepped forward and supported him: "Commander Qi, there is no need to be so polite."
Qi Heng was dressed in black and wrapped in silver armor, with his long hair tied up in a high ponytail and a bandage tied around his forehead. Two strands of black hair fluttered in the wind, and a cross scar on the side of his face was faintly visible.
He was like a young general full of vigor and vitality on the battlefield.
She looked at the tall man in front of her, her eyes filled with admiration, and said thank you with a smile.
Tusan pulled the straps on his chest, and the malice rising in his heart made him want to draw out his bow and arrow to shoot through this annoying existence.
Yan Qing had no intention of staying indoors in her mansion. As a compassionate goddess, she would of course go out among the people.
After telling Qi Heng about his idea, the original group of three became four.
She changed into ordinary clothes, with her makeup removed. She had lost some of her holy temperament, and when she walked among the crowd, she looked a bit more worldly.
Qi Heng followed behind the three of them, acting as a bodyguard and money bag.
Asking Qi Heng to take a few guards to buy some steamed buns, Yan Qing, Tusang and Lan Yin took a carriage to the slums on the outskirts of the city.
Even in such a huge imperial city, there are places where the emperor does not stay.
When Qi Heng arrived with his men and food, he saw her squatting on the ground, giving injections to a homeless child.
Just like when he treated the elderly and weak in the village, he never showed any disgust even if they were unkempt.
He saw true equality of all beings in the girl's eyes.
He is not the only one who has the same idea.
After Yan Qing healed the little boy's injuries, Tusang took out some money from his pocket and wanted to hand it over, but was stopped by Yan Qing.
"If you give him money now, it may cause him secondary harm in a short time."
She turned around and waved to Qi Heng, asking him to distribute the buns he bought to some poor people around.
After receiving the food, people knelt on the ground to express their gratitude.
When they see outsiders coming, the first people to gather around are usually those who can’t even get enough to eat.
Because of hunger, they dared not miss any opportunity to fill their stomachs.
Looking at the group of people who were wolfing down white steamed buns with such relish, Yan Qing felt pity for them, and tears flowed in his dark eyes.
"Let's go." As if she couldn't bear to watch any more, she led a few people to the alley on the other side.
As they walked, Qi Heng asked, "Why didn't the goddess allow me to buy steamed buns but only wanted steamed buns?"
Lan Yin answered quickly: "Of course it's the money for buying one steamed bun, so I can buy a few steamed buns."
Receiving Yan Qing's admiring gaze, the smile on her face was brighter than the sunshine today.
Tusan followed up with, "Steamed buns are easier to make than dumplings, take less time, and are easier to raise in a short period of time."
After saying that, he immediately looked at Yan Qing, and as if he was competing for favor with that girl Lan Yin, he used his eyes to ask for praise.
"You two are both right." Yan Qing smiled faintly, "From a doctor's perspective, for people who don't eat greasy food for years, steamed buns will bring greater stimulation and burden to their stomachs."
A touch of tenderness flashed across Qi Heng's eyes: "Thank you, Goddess, for clearing up my doubts."
It's not that he didn't know the reason, he just wanted to find an excuse to talk to her.
It was also at this time that he could clearly see his own existence in the girl's eyes.
Putting aside his little thoughts, he took a half step closer without leaving any trace.
Suddenly, screams and sounds of beating and scolding were heard not far away. Yan Qing lifted her skirt and quickened her pace, and the three people behind her immediately followed.
After turning the corner, what came into view was a ragged little beggar being pinned to the ground and bullied by another group of older beggars.
Seeing someone coming, the group of perpetrators ran away in a hurry.
Only a little beggar, who was less than ten years old, was left, lying on the ground crying bitterly.
Yan Qing picked him up and checked his injuries before he breathed a sigh of relief: "They are just superficial injuries, nothing serious."
The poor little boy who was bullied lay in her arms and cried loudly: "They took away my money, which was for my sister's medical treatment."
Lan Yin, who was standing by, put her legs together and pinched the hem of her clothes helplessly: "Miss, I killed him."
When distributing steamed buns, the little beggar hugged her legs and asked for money. She was soft-hearted and gave him her purse.
Thinking of the reminder given by her mistress when she stopped Tusan from taking the money, she felt more and more guilty.
"You have good intentions." Yan Qing stood up and touched the little beggar's head, "Just think before you do anything next time."
Lan Yin nodded repeatedly: "Everything is up to the young lady, and you must think twice before acting."
Seeing her clever look, Yan Qing couldn't help laughing.
The four followed the little beggar to a shabby straw hut in the back alley and saw the dying girl lying on the hay.
"Malnutrition plus wind evil entering the body." After taking the pulse, she told the cause of the disease.
After the acupuncture, she wrote a prescription and asked Tusan to get the medicine and send it over.
He did not leave any money, but only asked the little beggar to lead some people to drink charity porridge outside the long alley tomorrow.
Before leaving, she patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "You have to let them know that the good porridge for the next few days is because of you."
The boy looked at her with wide eyes, swallowed his doubts, knelt down and kowtowed to her.
When she returned to the Third Prince's Mansion and was about to enter the house, she found that Qi Heng was staring at her, as if he had something to say.
She smiled and asked, "Commander Qi, are you wondering why I didn't bring the brother and sister back when I clearly felt sorry for them?"
"I thought..." Qi Heng started to speak but stopped, bowing, "I'm sorry for trying to guess the goddess' intentions."
Yan Qing lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, as compassionate as a bodhisattva: "We are not worried about poverty but insecurity, not worried about scarcity but inequality. The real root of the problem lies in the country, and they are just a drop in the ocean."
"Go and report to His Majesty the Third Prince about the charity porridge."
She nodded slightly and took Lan Yin and Tusan into the house.
Qi Heng stared at her back for a long time before coming back to his senses.
As soon as he returned to the room, Yan Qing slumped down on the chaise longue, pretending to be tired.
Lan Yin smiled secretly and moved over to massage her shoulders.
Tusan had a smile in his eyes and thought she was so cute when her true appearance was exposed.
Yan Qing stretched for a while before sitting up straight and getting down to business: "Brother Tusang, I'll have to trouble you to run a few more trips to distribute porridge tomorrow."
When she was stopped on the day of entering the city, Tusan showed his face beside her carriage.
The strangely shaped mask makes him quite recognizable among the public.
Therefore, he can be called the image spokesperson of the goddess.
She spends a lot of money to build her own reputation, but she never does business at a loss.
She added: "In addition to distributing porridge, the remaining time is also a good opportunity to learn about the imperial city under the guise of doing charity, especially paying special attention to some of the city's news."
"Okay." Tusan nodded.
"Miss, what about me? What about me?" Lan Yin pointed at himself with a flattering look on his face.
Yan Qing pinched her nose and said, "Just serve me well."
Lan Yin squatted beside her, clenched his fist and beat her legs: "Yes, my lady~"
The two of them were laughing, which made Tucson beside them relax a lot.
To him, only such a pure girl can make him feel real.
Rather than the goddess who always gives people a distant feeling.
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In the study.
After listening to Qi Heng's words, Cheng Xu put down the wolf hair brush in his hand and said, "It is not poverty that worries us, but insecurity; it is not scarcity that worries us, but inequality..."
He finished reading it in a low voice, unable to hide the admiration in his eyes.
He naturally knew that this was the crux of Beiyou's current problem.
"Ah Heng, just follow the goddess' instructions." Cheng Xu said with a smile, "In the future, you don't need to apply to me for such trivial matters."
Qi Heng stepped back in response.
Cheng Xu lowered his head and looked at the words he had just written. They were exactly the words that Yan Qing had spoken to him through Qi Heng's mouth.
The man's chest vibrated slightly, and the hypocritical smile on his face became more genuine. He murmured softly, "I still underestimated you."
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