Feng Jiakang's eyes were serious. He straightened up slightly, wanting to take a closer look, but found that two shadows blocked his view. They were Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang, who were carrying a tray.
The two paid no attention to Cheng Shuang's movements, but only cared about what Feng Jiakang was looking at. Following his gaze, they saw only a pale green figure disappearing into the distance.
The two exchanged a glance, their guard immediately raised.
"Get out of the way!" Feng Jiakang shouted sternly.
Tian Sanlang and Fang Niang were both taken aback. They never expected that the man, who had always seemed somewhat lazy, would get angry. They immediately stepped aside obediently, their smiles returning as they scrutinized Cheng Shuang.
The little girl walked back slowly, her gaze sweeping towards the area below the corridor railing. Perhaps Feng Jiakang had arrived a bit late, as he had been seated in a relatively high position. Below, bridges crisscrossed, and the silvery waterfall sometimes flowed through the small bridges, sometimes suspended in mid-air, its silken threads creating a beautiful sight.
Now that Cheng Shuang was there, she realized that the layout was like a bucket, with shops and houses built along the sides, seemingly without any particular order, yet possessing a chaotic yet highly evocative beauty. Boardwalks connected them, and arched bridges spanned the gaps, leading to the shops and houses on the opposite bank.
Some arched bridges have pavilions instead of houses on their central roofs. These pavilions are situated right where waterfalls flow, offering both scenic views and shelter from the water.
As for where the waterfall came from, the little girl looked at the empty sky, she didn't know and wasn't interested. She just looked at the houses that stretched out a long and high distance below and felt a little worried.
This place was much bigger than she had imagined, and she wondered if Uncle Sun Han had any way to contact him.
Because they lived together, she didn't even dare to take out her tickets easily; even hiding in the bathroom wasn't safe!
"Xiao Shuang, come here right now!"
Even after seeing the person as a large black dot, Feng Jiakang still couldn't figure it out. So he simply called Cheng Shuang, who was dawdling and walking back, to his side and questioned her with a stern face, "What did you say to them? Why are they so obedient to you?"
Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang were not surprised; they had expected something like this to happen. But Fang Niang wanted to know who was eyeing the meat she had her eye on, so she immediately winked anxiously at Cheng Shuang.
The little girl immediately replied with a bright, ingratiating smile, "You're really ugly, you're an eyesore. You're a bit frail and bulky, not pleasing to the eye. Please get out of my sight, rounder version of yourself. I don't want to reward you with candy, I want to use my fist. Your appearance is so abstract, it makes me really want to punch you..."
"Wait, wait, wait, what are you saying?"
Cheng Shuang gave Feng Jiakang, whose face was contorted with embarrassment, a mischievous smile, "Didn't the VIP ask me what I said to them?"
"Oh...haha, that's all you said!" Feng Jiakang was taken aback at first, then slapped his thigh and laughed. The three people standing opposite him were speechless and looked at each other. This VIP really had a low threshold for laughter.
Suddenly, Feng Jiakang snapped out of his daze, his smile fading, and asked tentatively, "Whose tone were you using to say that?"
The little girl tilted her head in confusion. "Of course it's yours! They wouldn't have left if it weren't for your wishes!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Niang's eyes lit up, and she immediately pounced on Feng Jiakang, clinging to him affectionately like a dodder vine, "Honored guest, look how powerful you are! Even those guides are afraid of you!"
The official name for the sedan chair was originally "guide".
Cheng Shuang secretly memorized it, then her body swayed and she was pushed aside.
Tian Sanlang immediately rushed over with a water glass, not to be outdone, saying, "Honored guest, please moisten your throat. Look, your voice is hoarse from laughing! How could someone as important as you lose your voice!"
The little girl puffed out her cheeks as if she were angry, looked at the house on her left, and then sighed softly.
Although they lived next door to each other, they were actually a kilometer apart, separated by several small houses. She now wished she could switch places with the guide, but it seemed the guide couldn't just leave the house so easily…
Feng Jiakang was somewhat uneasy. Regardless of their lives, after death they were the maintainers of the gate of reincarnation. The hardship of struggling to find food and drink was nothing, nor was the sleepless nights of constant escape. The daily reality was living in constant fear and danger.
Having gotten used to this kind of life, suddenly having someone to serve you, to care for you, and to treat you like a god—well, actually, it's quite enjoyable.
Moreover, seeing the defenders in the distance happily surrounded by women, Feng Jiakang naturally relaxed his tense body and began to whisper and chuckle to Fang Niang from time to time.
Well, if we're going to die, we'll die together; if we're going to have a good time, we'll have a good time together.
Cheng Shuang looked at Feng Jiakang, who was holding his slender waist and waiting for Fang Niang to feed him, with complicated emotions. She then glanced at Tian Sanlang, who was kneeling on one knee massaging his legs. The girl pursed her lips. She was not envious at all, not even a penny. Humph!
Fortunately, the guide she had sent away soon returned, looking quite pleased with himself.
Cheng Shuang immediately stopped him, made him stand on the steps leading to the terrace, ran over and snatched the flower basket he was carrying. She intended to send him away, but seeing his unwilling gaze fixed on Feng Jiakang, a glint flashed in his big eyes, and he said coldly, "You wait!"
The three people in the center of the terrace had already noticed the commotion. They looked over one by one, and Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang looked displeased, especially afraid that Cheng Shuang would come up with some trick to please the VIPs.
Now, seeing her carrying a flower basket and walking with her short little legs, her rosy face looking exceptionally charming and adorable with the flowers, Feng Jiakang stared wide-eyed, and the two of them were even more furious.
They put in a lot of effort, so what did Xiao Shuang do?
Tian Saburo stopped kneeling, rubbed his knees, and felt the cold surface where they touched the wooden floor.
Fang Niang then secretly glared at Feng Jiakang and preemptively said, "Oh, Xiao Shuang, instead of serving the VIPs, you're running around doing nothing. Quickly throw that basket away, lest it be some kind of junk that offends the VIPs' eyes."
Feng Jiakang exclaimed with delight: "My goodness, is this going to be a palace drama? I love watching!"
Cheng Shuang: What are you talking about!
The young girl naturally wouldn't listen to Fang's mother. She handed over the flower basket and let the three of them glance at it quickly. "It's not some random stuff. It's a gift from the guide to the distinguished guests. It's all local specialties of our central city!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Niang and Tian Sanlang immediately glared at the hesitant guide standing on the steps, their anger unwavering, without even noticing what was in the flower basket.
The guide only had eyes for the VIP, ignoring the resentful looks from the others. When he noticed Feng Jiakang looking at him, he immediately gave a simple, honest smile.
Feng Jiakang's mind stirred slightly. He looked down at the flower basket, which was divided into three sections. One section contained exquisitely made food and snacks, another section was filled with several delicate small porcelain bottles that smelled of fruit, and the third section contained... a blue-eyed doll dressed in Hanfu?
"Oh, esteemed guest, do you still like dolls?"
"Huh?" Feng Jiakang's lips twitched, and he tossed the frighteningly pale doll to Cheng Shuang. "Here you go!" Who knows what kind of monster it is!
Cheng Shuang immediately accepted it with great joy, spreading out one hand, "Honorable guest, is this a tip for the guide?"
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