Nong Yue's Resurrection
Stinky Tofu stood outside the imperial study, gazing at the rain. This man was no longer the innocent and happy little constable he once was. Now, he was the master of a city, a man who had learned to bury all his pain deep within. If time could go back, he wished he could return to the past, to the days he had been with Yingying.
At his side, he was loyally guarded by Shangguan Yan and Sima Changfeng. How happy would their lives have been if these two close friends, this perfect match made in heaven, had they never had anything to do with him?
He sighed and said to Shangguan Yan and Sima Changfeng, "Let's go see the old city lord."
Chou Doufu and Feng Yan came to Ouyang Feiying's bedroom and heard the sound of a man and a woman singing. They couldn't help but ask, "Who is singing in there?"
The guard replied, "My Lord, it's the old Lord and Princess Lingxue who are singing."
"Ling Xue?" Chou Doufu couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
"I asked Yan Zi why she came, and Yan Zi said that the spring here is the most beautiful..." Ling Xue sat opposite Ouyang Feiying, clapping her hands and singing with him. The scene was so warm and touching that Chou Doufu couldn't help but tear up.
"Yingying, the stinky tofu is here!" Ouyang Feiying saw the stinky tofu first and shouted excitedly.
Ling Xue looked back and smiled softly, then stood up and saluted, "City Lord."
"No need for formalities." Chou Doufu said, "Lingxue, thank you."
"Stinky tofu, how come you don't even recognize Yingying?" Ouyang Feiying asked, "Ah, do you have another woman? Humph, I'm telling you, without my permission, Ouyang Feiying, you, you, you are not allowed to take a concubine!"
Ling Xue shook Ouyang Feiying's arm and said, "Dad, Chou Doufu doesn't have any other women. He only loves Yingying. Don't let your imagination run wild."
After coming out of Ouyang Feiying's bedroom, Chou Doufu sent Ling Xue back to the bedroom, and Feng Yan and the others followed from a distance behind.
"Are you used to living in Bodhi Garden?" asked Chou Doufu.
"Thank you for your concern, City Lord. Lingxue is living well. The song that Sister Lengyue taught my adoptive father is really beautiful. My adoptive father must be having a lot of fun singing it." Lingxue said.
"Lingxue, thank you." said Chou Doufu.
Ling Xue smiled and said, "City Lord, City Lord Ouyang is Ling Xue's adoptive father. It's only natural for a daughter to serve her father."
"I'm too busy on weekdays, and you've been taking care of my father-in-law and mother-in-law. You've worked so hard." said Chou Doufu.
"It's not hard. My adoptive parents are so good to me, so I should serve them well. Besides, although I am not Princess Yingying, I look a bit like Princess Yingying. If Lingxue spends more time with them, it can be regarded as fulfilling her filial piety together with Princess Yingying." When talking about Yingying, Lingxue was a little cautious, for fear of making Chou Doufu sad.
Stinky Tofu just smiled.
"My godfather has always treated me as Yingying. Can the city lord please promise Lingxue not to expose this lie?" Lingxue looked into Chou Doufu's eyes.
"But this is too unfair to you." said Stinky Tofu.
Ling Xue shook her head and said, "I'm not wronged. Ling Xue just wants everyone to be happy. Even if I can only be Princess Yingying's shadow for the rest of my life, I have no regrets."
Stinky Tofu didn't know what to say, he just felt extremely touched.
"City Lord, Princess Yingying certainly doesn't want to see you unhappy, right?" Ling Xue said.
Stinky Tofu took a deep breath and nodded.
"So, the city lord should be happy, because only when the city lord is happy can he make Princess Yingying in heaven happy, huh?" Ling Xue blinked mischievously.
Chou Doufu's eyes were red. He looked up at the sky in silence for a long time, and finally his mood calmed down a little. He smiled brightly at Ling Xue and said, "I will. Thank you, Ling Xue."
Some girls may not be so likable at first, but after a while you will feel that they are actually very good.
Inside the tomb.
Ouyang Mingri handed Leng Yue an oil bottle. The two nodded tacitly and added lamp oil into the main lamp together.
The main lamp, now refilled with oil, instantly blazed with brilliant light. The light from the seven-star lamp formed the shape of the Big Dipper, enveloping Nong Yue. The seven-colored light slowly entered Nong Yue's body, and Nong Yue's face began to slowly turn red. After an incense stick of time, the seven-colored light was completely absorbed by Nong Yue.
Nong Yue's eyes slowly opened, Mingri helped him sit up, and the two smiled at each other.
"It was Mingri who let you down at the beginning, and now..." Mingri said.
"As good as Hua Tuo, there is no need for further words between you and me." Nong Yue smiled slightly.
Mingri's eyes were moist and he smiled and nodded.
Leng Yue watched Mingri and Nong Yue from the side, feeling extremely happy.
Nong Yue stood up and walked out of the coffin. She bowed deeply to Leng Yue and said, "Thank you very much for saving my life, young lady."
"How do you thank me?" Leng Yue asked with a smile.
"Young lady, please speak."
Leng Yue thought for a moment and squinted her eyes and said, "Just owe it to me for now."
Nong Yue smiled and nodded as if she understood something.
In the Imperial Garden, a sumptuous feast was set up at the Stinky Tofu Restaurant. Ouyang Feiying, Madam Yuzhu, Ding Xuelian, Gu Mutian, the old man from the frontier, Ouyang Mingri, Qiao Lingxue, Leng Yue, Xiao Douya, and others gathered together to celebrate Nong Yue's resurrection.
"It's been a long time since we've gotten together like this," said Chou Doufu.
"Yes, Lingfeng, Changfeng, it has been more than ten years since you two brothers sat together to eat like this, right? Haha!" Gumutian said with a smile.
Sima Changfeng and Nong Yue smiled at each other and nodded.
"Yes, Lingfeng, you are so lucky, haha." said the old man from the border.
Nong Yue smiled but said nothing.
Leng Yue sat on Ming Ri's right, smiling at Nong Yue who was sitting on Ming Ri's left. Nong Yue also noticed Leng Yue's gaze and gave her a faint smile in return.
Mingri looked at Nong Yue and then at Leng Yue, and felt that they were acting strangely.
"City Lord, Nong Yue offers a toast to you." Nong Yue said.
"Please." He drank the stinky tofu in one gulp.
"Hua Tuo, Leng Yue, Nong Yue toasts you a glass." Nong Yue raised the wine glass and said to Ming Ri and Leng Yue with a smile.
Toasting her and Mingri? Wouldn't that mean treating her and Mingri as...
Leng Yue's face turned red in an instant.
Mingri thought Lengyue blushed because she didn't want to drink but couldn't save face, so he quickly said, "Miss Lengyue is not good at drinking, why don't you let Mingri do it for you."
"Who said I'm not good at drinking? Mr. Nong Yue, please." Leng Yue picked up the wine glass and drank it all.
“…” Tomorrow’s expression (please refer to) -_-|||
Nong Yue smiled and said, "Miss Leng Yue is truly a heroine. Nong Yue toasts you again."
"Hey, this cup should be dedicated to Hua Tuo. Leng Yue only helped a small favor, nothing to mention, nothing to mention." Leng Yue forced a smile, obviously having recovered from her previous fantasies. How embarrassing.
"Yes," Nong Yue said with a smile, "Compete with Hua Tuo, please."
"Please." Mingri drank it all in one gulp.
"Sir, Leng Yue would also like to offer you a drink." Leng Yue smiled.
"You toast me, but I may not be willing to drink it. What's the reason for this glass of wine?" Mingri asked with a smile.
"Of course I did. Young Master Nong Yue clearly wanted to toast us both just now. We should have drunk at the same time, but I drank first. Shouldn't I apologize to you?" He had to make amends for his previous poor performance.
"Apologize?" Mingri forced a wicked smile from the corner of his mouth. "If you want to apologize, you have to drink two cups."
"Two cups, that's it!" Leng Yue raised his head and drank one cup, then poured another one and drank it all in one gulp, "It's your turn!"
Tomorrow I will pick up the glass and drink it all.
I was secretly happy, finally getting my revenge for the "two cups" I had that day (see Chapter 3) ←_←
"Sister Lengyue, please sing a song for us. Sister Lingxue said you sing very well." Xiao Douya said.
"Yes, yes, sing, sing well!" Ouyang Feiying said, clapping his hands.
"Okay. But I need accompaniment." Leng Yue said.
"Miss, do you mean that there needs to be some music to go with it?" Nong Yue asked.
"Yes." Leng Yue said.
"That's easy. I can help you." Nong Yue said with a smile.
"Then let's dance with swords to liven up the atmosphere tomorrow," Mingri said.
"Be careful tomorrow and don't get hurt," said Mrs. Yuzhu.
Mingri smiled and nodded to Madam Yuzhu, then walked towards the open space in front with the Wuwo Sword.
Leng Yue sang, Nong Yue played the piano, and Ming Ri danced with a sword. The three of them cooperated perfectly, and everyone couldn't help but applaud.
"good!"
"Ohhh! Okay, okay!"
No one noticed that Mingri's sword energy had already silently cut the throat of a spy in the dark.
After the performance, the three of them bowed to everyone and returned to their seats.
Changfeng was so happy to see his brother successfully resurrected that he drank one glass of wine after another.
"Changfeng, don't drink too much." Yan'er said.
"Yan'er," Changfeng held Yan'er's hand tightly, "Today is the happiest day I have had in a long time."
Yan'er looked at Changfeng with a smile and nodded.
Halfway through the banquet, Leng Yue's alcohol began to take effect, so he stopped talking and just sat there in silence. Suddenly, in a daze, he heard someone say, "I'll be back soon."
"I'm going too!" Leng Yue said, raising his hand.
Sima Changfeng came out of the toilet and suddenly felt someone in the dark. He turned around and saw a figure staggering towards him. It was Leng Yue.
"Brother Sima... please stay." Leng Yue's pronunciation was a little unclear.
"Miss Leng, is there something wrong?" Sima Changfeng asked.
"have."
"What is it?"
"Half Moon."
Sima Changfeng was startled and asked, "What happened to Bantianyue?"
"Bantianyue... I hate you... and me..." Leng Yue pointed at Sima Changfeng and then at herself.
Sima Changfeng looked at Leng Yue without saying a word.
Leng Yue continued, "Bantianyue... he likes to... push all the responsibilities... onto others... You can't bring yourself to do that to him... He's also very good to me... but!"
"But what?" Sima Changfeng asked.
"But... the longer he lives... the more painful it will be... and he will never be able to... repent..."
"Whether Bantianyue regrets it or not, what does it have to do with me?" Sima Changfeng said coldly.
Leng Yue's eyes were hazy with drunkenness, and she laughed extremely wantonly: "Hahaha...you...can't do it!"
Sima Changfeng frowned and tightly gripped the Dragon Soul Sword in his hand.
"Brother Sima..." Leng Yue patted Sima Changfeng's chest without any effort and said, "Give him a... quick death... that would be good... otherwise..."
Leng Yue's stomach churned, and she vomited with a "wow" sound, falling forward.
"Hey----" Sima Changfeng hurriedly supported Leng Yue. Leng Yue was limp all over and couldn't stand up at all. Sima Changfeng could only support her with both hands.
"Changfeng, you..."
Sima Changfeng was startled: "Yan'er... Yan'er! Miss Leng, you... Hey!"
Yan'er turned and left. Sima Changfeng looked at Yan'er's back, feeling extremely anxious and not knowing what to do.
"Brother, leave this to me." Nong Yue said with a smile.
"Lingfeng, thank you for your help." Sima Changfeng patted his clothes that were wet by Leng Yue's breath, and quickly chased in the direction of Yan'er.
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