Chapter 80: I heard that this love witch is a very affectionate and righteous woman...
Are you kidding? How can you settle the bill before the deal is done?
However, it must be said that in order to close the deal, Tianji Pavilion acted decisively and efficiently.
In less than half a day, a carriage stopped outside Tangquan Villa.
The chariot's walls were intricately carved, its corners clad in copper gilt, and even its curtains were padded with thick brocade, embroidered with flowing clouds in silver thread. The two horses pulling the chariot were jet black, without a single stray coat. They were clearly fine northern steeds, priceless.
Without even looking, the interior must have been decorated like Li Chengjin's embroidery room. The word "rich" was being shouted loudly and quietly so that everyone knew it.
Chaofeng and Pulao, two of the Nine Dragon Sons of the Tianji Pavilion, were dressed as ordinary attendants, standing aside with their hands hanging down.
The owner of the carriage leaned against the shaft, wearing a black robe with gold thread, and looked as graceful as jade.
Young Master Jin Sheng was dressed exceptionally neatly at this moment. His usual wide sleeves were tied with gold thread, and his long hair was tied up high with a few strands of bright silk. He looked refreshed and upright, as if most of his illness had been dispelled.
"I don't want to take a car." Qing Guiyu didn't even look at the gorgeous cage, and walked straight to the side where there were several horses, obviously for the entourage.
This was completely ridiculous. Riding in the same car with him again? And in this situation where he couldn't see her and she was completely dependent on him for care? That wasn't a sheep walking into a tiger's mouth; that was a sheep washing and skinning itself, grabbing a scallion, and hopping into the tiger's mouth.
"Miss Qing," he said in a gentle voice, "it's been a long journey, and the carriage is tiring. It's safer in the carriage. I've prepared some refreshments, and..."
"I'm riding a horse," Qing Guiyu interrupted him, leading a fine red horse over. He twisted the reins twice in his hands, then climbed on top with a bright expression. "Your eyesight isn't working well, so go get your carriage. I'll lead the way for you. We'll go one in front and one behind, isn't that perfect?"
Chen Juansheng didn't move, just stood there quietly. The wind blew a few strands of black hair from his forehead, and his overly handsome face inexplicably revealed a sense of abandoned loneliness.
"Miss Qing," he said softly, twisting the golden thread hanging down his cheek, "...I can't see."
"I know." Qing Guiyu immediately adjusted his sitting position, and the feeling of reluctance in his heart began to emerge again.
"The road is bumpy," he added.
"I know."
"If I fall..." He lowered his head, his voice lowered with a hint of sadness, "I'm afraid it will hinder Miss Qing's journey."
That's enough.
Qing Guiyu glared at him immediately, and the two of them remained in a stalemate. He didn't push her, nor did he get angry, but just stood there gently, as if if she didn't agree, he would stand in this wasteland forever.
In the end, she no longer paid attention to him, turned her head coldly, raised the whip, spurred her horse, and rode away.
He could only stand there alone, listening to the horse's hooves receding and the black robes fluttering in the wind, staring blankly there.
Qing Guiyu turned around and looked at him.
Looking at his appearance, and then at Chaofeng and Pulao following behind him, he thought of Chaofeng's broken arm and the resentful look he always gave him, and suddenly recalled the poisonous blades of Yazi and the other two.
A little uneasy.
"Shen Yansheng!" She pulled the reins, turned the horse around, leaned down, and stretched out her hand to him, "Get on!"
Shen Juansheng suddenly raised his head,
Qing Guiyu exerted force on her hands and lifted him up from the ground. He used the force to jump onto the horse and landed behind her silently.
The chestnut horse panted, seemingly not used to the sudden increase in weight.
But Qing Guiyu's entire back stiffened instantly.
The body of the young man in black clothes came closer with the bumps.
This strong scent, belonging to an adult male, is hard to ignore.
Qing Guiyu turned around and looked at him.
"You're dressed quite neatly." She felt he was onto something and suddenly felt a little regretful. She couldn't help but say angrily, "Suitable for riding."
"Hmm." Young Master Jinsheng turned his face away and replied softly, "It's always cheaper to do things the right way."
"Is it beautiful?" Then he blushed, "Does Miss Qing like it?"
"It's okay." With such beauty that anyone could see, she didn't have the nerve to tell a big lie, so she could only say sullenly, "That's it."
Shen Juansheng laughed softly behind her, and he laughed for who knows how long, making Qing Guiyu's ears numb, as if he had never been so happy in his life.
Her whole body was stiff, and she felt as if there was a huge piece of hot ice stuck on her back. The mixed feeling of cold and heat made her feel very uncomfortable.
She wanted to ask him to stay away, but when the words came to her lips, she felt that it didn't make sense. He couldn't see, and if he really fell, she would have to go to the trouble of retrieving him.
Behind them, Chaofeng and Pulao, each with a few followers, rode up from a distance, but never got close. Qing Guiyu knew clearly in his heart that they must have received some instructions.
After tugging and pulling together, they came to a three-way intersection. Qing Guiyu reined in the horse and looked at the two forks in the road, feeling a little undecided.
On the left was a wide official road, deeply rutted, presumably the main road to Dragon City. It was safe, but also a long, winding route. On the right was a narrow mountain road, winding its way into the rolling hills. The road was mostly gravel, and while it looked dangerous, it saved quite a bit of distance.
"Chen Juansheng," she turned around and was about to ask him, but she saw that he was tilting his head, his empty eyes "looking" in the direction of the fork in the road, as if he could really see it.
"To the right," he spoke first, his voice steady, "is the old salt road. It passes through the Black Mountain ahead and can save two days of travel. However, there may be bandits in the mountains, and there may also be tigers and wolves."
He paused, then turned to the left. "To the left is the official road, flat and safe, but it requires a detour of a hundred miles. There are many post stations along the way, and with many people and eyes, it may not be quiet."
Qing Guiyu was stunned when he heard this. Did this guy engrave the entire map of the world in his mind?
"you……"
"Which way do you want to go, Miss Qing?" He interrupted her. "Which way do you want to go? I'll go with you."
The tone was so gentle, as if asking her what she wanted to eat for lunch.
Are you kidding me? Take the small path and spend a few more days alone with him, right?
"Let's take the official route." She made the decision decisively. "I'm a vagrant, so why should I be afraid of crowds and eyes? But you, Master Jinsheng, the mastermind of Tianji, are now blind. Don't let anyone recognize you or kill you on the spot."
"Well," Shen Juansheng seemed to smile, but the smile was very light, "I will listen to Miss Qing."
He gently rubbed his chin against her shoulder and said, "With Miss Qing here, I'm not afraid of anything."
This chestnut horse was extremely fast, but no matter how fast it was, it could not be faster than the silent intruder behind it.
At first, he only held her in a casual embrace, his posture polite, as if he were a frail young man in need of support. But when the horse jolted, he would—carelessly lean forward, his chest pressed against her back, and then, after stabilizing himself, slowly and apologetically back away a little.
Eventually, perhaps "tired," he simply stopped retreating. As if he had found the most secure nest, he slowly and legitimately leaned in. The occasional rub of his jaw gave way to a long, natural resting position.
The skin on her neck could almost clearly feel his breathing and the tiny vibrations in his throat when he spoke.
Occasionally, when the wind blew her hair, he would raise a hand and tuck the messy hair behind her ear, almost as if he could see it. His cold fingertips would "accidentally" brush against her earlobe and cheek.
Whenever this happened, Qing Guiyu would mentally add a few strokes of "warm jade needle" and "serene solemnity" on the purchase and sale order with a red pen.
After finally making it to dusk, a fairly large town appeared in front of us, with curling smoke and continuous lights.
"Shen Yansheng," she said, reining in her horse as if she had been pardoned. "We'll rest here tonight."
"Yeah," he replied, his voice tinged with a nasal twang, as if he had actually fallen asleep on her back. The hand that had been loosely clasped had now, without her knowing when, firmly wrapped around her waist.
"Are we there yet?" he asked, his voice still tinged with weariness, real or fake, his hand showing no sign of loosening. "Miss Qing, give me a hand."
Qing Guiyu felt that the blue veins on his forehead were no longer throbbing, but were practicing boxing.
She took a deep breath and said, "Let go first."
Shen Juansheng hummed, then as if waking from a dream, he slowly loosened his arms.
The town of Guandao is a big post station, with a constant flow of carriages and horses and a bustling crowd of people.
She was dressed in a green dress, and her figure was bright and pretty, which made her stand out in this northern land. Moreover, she was followed closely by a young man in a black dress with golden threads, who was surprisingly handsome.
The young man lowered his head slightly, walked calmly and gracefully, looking like the most considerate attendant.
Although he was blind, anyone with eyesight could recognize his attire and weapon at a glance.
"Jin... Young Master Jin Sheng?"
Someone gasped and exclaimed in a low voice.
Qing Guiyu really didn't want to put his face to the test again, so he quickly took him to find the cleanest-looking inn to stay in and asked for two rooms on the upper floor.
Chen Juansheng arranged everything for her very naturally, even letting her sit down and pouring two cups of tea by himself. He didn't look like a blind man at all.
As expected, he was well prepared. He had been blind many times over the years, Qing Guiyu pondered secretly.
But this inn was on the street, and the lobby downstairs was at its busiest. The idle chatter of the people in the martial arts world, mixed with the noise of finger-guessing games, came up word for word.
At first, she didn't take it seriously, thinking it was just some ordinary rumors.
Until the word "love poison" unexpectedly entered her ears.
"Hey, those who just passed by were Master Jin Sheng and his love-intoxicated little witch!"
Qing Guiyu almost spit out a mouthful of tea and choked and coughed repeatedly.
Shen Juansheng immediately put down the teacup, raised his hand, and was about to stroke her back with familiarity.
"I'm fine!" She slapped his hand away, trying to be more indifferent, to show that she was looking at her nose with her eyes and her heart with her nose.
But the discussions downstairs became increasingly strange.
"You all don't know! She was originally a Gu girl from Southern Xinjiang, and drifted to Medicine King Valley. They say she was born with a charming figure, good at singing and dancing, and on that flower boat in Yuzhou City, she instantly captivated Young Master Jin Sheng!"
"Chen Tianji was a man who was unmoved at first, but who knew that the witch was so cunning and secretly put a love poison on him! That's how all these romantic cases happened later!"
Yes, this story sounds quite legendary.
But this is not the end yet.
"No, no," someone retorted, "That's not what I heard! They said that the witch was actually the illegitimate daughter of the old master of Medicine King Valley, and she carries the Medicine King Valley's Nine Revolutions Resurrection Sutra on her."
"That sickly guy, Shen Tianji, was trying so hard to get close to her because he wanted her medical treasure. But who knew that the higher the virtue, the higher the evil. He ended up being bewitched!"
If the master still has a spirit in heaven, he would be so angry after hearing this that he would sit up from his coffin, clean up the mess first, and beat his "illegitimate daughter" to death.
She was just feeling so angry at the outrageous rumor that she didn't know whether to laugh or cry, when she heard another person at the table slam the table and stand up, spitting everywhere, speaking even more passionately than the previous two.
"You all only know one side of the story!"
"I'm telling you the truth! Bai Yi Wuwang of the Snow Mountain Sect and this girl were childhood sweethearts, a couple envied by everyone in Medicine King Valley! But Shen Tianji, with his cold heart, stole her away. He used the Snow Mountain secret treasure as bait to frame Lu Baiyi, forcing him to betray his sect and forcibly take the girl away!"
"What kind of person is that girl? Gentle on the outside, strong on the inside, with a thousand knots in her heart! To avenge her lover and to wipe out the hatred of having her husband taken away, she endured humiliation and devoted herself to Shen Tianji. She looked for an opportunity and implanted the love Gu mixed with the strange poison of the Medicine King Valley into his heart!"
"Think about it, this love poison will only strike when love is at its peak. Hehehe... hehehe... that girl, this is going to make Shen Tianji taste the most painful pain at the happiest moment! She wants him to love her, respect her, go crazy for her, and finally, watch her die before his eyes under this poisonous flower!"
"good--!"
The whole room cheered so loudly that the dust on the beams fell down.
What a wonderful woman with a sense of righteousness and love. The story is well-connected, the plot is full of ups and downs, and the emotions are very rich. What is particularly rare is that every event has a real traceable history.
Qing Guiyu was stunned when he heard this. He forgot to be angry for a moment and even wanted to reward this man with two taels of silver, asking him to make sure to make up the follow-up.
Within three years, I will be able to create a storybook that will be passed down through the ages and support a hundred or eighty storytellers.
She was torn between her conscience and her desires, but the man beside her remained silent.
Chen Juansheng was standing quietly, with his eyes downcast, and the corners of his lips seemed to be unable to restrain themselves and curved upwards a little.
Qing Guiyu thought about it carefully.
What about stealing someone's love, what about bearing humiliation, what about being unable to live or die... it really suits him very well.
"Hmm?" He saw her suddenly freeze, and tilted his head. His voice was still gentle and clear, as if he was a little confused. "Miss Qing, what's wrong?"
"You," she pointed downstairs, then pointed at him, then remembered that he couldn't see, and her words became incoherent. "You look at this...are you very happy?"
"Happy?" Shen Juansheng seemed to think seriously for a moment, then smiled slightly, with a pool of water in his eyes disturbed by the moonlight.
"Um."
"A little."
"Miss Qing," he pursed his lips, "don't you think... they spoke very well?"
"Ah?" Qing Guiyu felt that he was about to be so angry that his heart pulse was reversed.
"Look," he lowered his head and spoke softly, his expression full of spring breeze, "In their story, no matter how it started, in the end... I'm always yours."
"Whether you're a hero trapped by a beautiful woman or a lovelorn servant, in the end... you chose me."
"Instead of, like now," he suddenly became sad, "asking me to help you find the Warm Jade Needle so that you can go and rescue your senior brother."
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