I'm so full
With Minister Chen arrested and brought to justice, the case of the infant spirits has finally come to an end.
Despite his many misfortunes, the constant stream of bad luck did not diminish his reputation as "Master Sai"; on the contrary, it made him even more famous.
People now believe even more strongly that "Sai Banxian" is a celestial being descended to earth to provide guidance to them, mortals, and that this is why they are plagued by bad luck and warned by the heavens.
It must be said that the imagination of the general public is truly rich.
Even Zhu Qinghe herself hadn't thought of this publicity direction, but it opened up new avenues for her.
Coincidentally, Qixi Festival is just a few days away.
Although Zhu Qinghe didn't show it on her face, she was secretly looking forward to seeing how Shen Wumei would behave.
The last confession scene was really terrible. Although she's not a woman who cares a lot about rituals, no one wants their first confession to be in jail.
But to her surprise, she didn't see Shen Wumei at all until the day before Qixi Festival.
Okay, that's good.
Ruyi watched in horror as her young mistress's expression turned ferocious. With a "clang, clang, clang," the young mistress chopped a whole cucumber into a lump of green mud. She swallowed hard and reminded her, "Miss, you can just slice the cucumber."
Zhu Qinghe gave a forced smile: "It's okay, it'll taste even better this way."
As one wishes:"……"
Help! Miss, you're so scary!
The government office.
Mo Wu looked at the person buried in the case files, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back. Shen Wumei, busy with his work, glanced up occasionally, intending to ask Mo Wu to hand him a piece of paper, but instead saw that indescribable look in his eyes.
Shen Wumei: "...What kind of look is that?"
Mo Wu couldn't hold back any longer: "Boss, don't you know what day it is tomorrow?"
Shen Wumei nodded: "I know, the Dali Temple is reviewing the case of the infant spirit."
Mo Wu: "..."
His family is beyond saving.
"Tomorrow is Qixi Festival, my lord. Don't you think you should ask Miss Zhu out for a walk?"
On Qixi Festival, Shen Wumei pondered, he really didn't know.
After all, he had never celebrated this holiday before, and now it is naturally different from before.
Shen Wumei cleared her throat and stood up: "I'm going out for a bit. You hurry up and organize the case files."
A certain unscrupulous adult strolled away with his hands behind his back, leaving Mo Wu alone at the table, bewildered.
So when he offered his idea, he not only received no reward, but he also had to clean up the mess.
I should have never told him; I'd let him remain a bachelor for life.
Mo Wu shook his head, sat down at the table, and resigned himself to his work.
"Is it delicious?" Zhu Qinghe asked Ruyi with a smile.
Ruyi nodded gratefully, her mouth full of an extremely salty dish of unknown origin. Heavens, have mercy on her! What sins did she commit to deserve eating the young lady's cooking?
The doorbell suddenly rang, and Ruyi jumped up from her chair, regaining her composure, and said, "Miss, someone's here. I'll go see."
Zhu Qinghe listlessly poked at the food in the plate with her chopsticks, but didn't touch it.
Ruyi's voice drifted over from afar: "Lord Shen, you've arrived."
Zhu Qinghe paused for a moment, then sat up straight, as if nothing had happened.
Ruyi's cheerful voice followed the steady footsteps of the person ahead: "Miss, Lord Shen is here to see you."
Zhu Qinghe said in a businesslike manner, "Lord Shen is here. How is the case going?"
Shen Wumei said in a serious tone, "I didn't come to you to talk about the case."
Ruyi glanced between them, suppressed a smile, and clutched her stomach, crying out, "Ouch, I ate too much tonight. I need to go for a walk to digest."
She ran away after saying that, as if someone was chasing her.
Zhu Qinghe: "..."
That brat, with such exaggerated acting skills, she still dares to embarrass herself by showing off.
Shen Wumei sat down naturally beside her and glanced at the dishes on the table: "You made all of these."
Zhu Qinghe raised an eyebrow and smiled, "Yeah, why don't you try some?"
Shen Wumei, completely unaware of the danger, readily nodded: "Okay."
Zhu Qinghe gave him another pair of clean chopsticks. After a moment's consideration, Shen Wumei picked up a brown object.
"What is this?" Shen Wumei asked sincerely.
Zhu Qinghe examined it carefully for a while: "...It looks like a potato."
Shen Wumei's hand holding the chopsticks trembled almost imperceptibly.
Even when facing the most vicious criminals, the dignified and cold-faced Lord Shen never even flinched.
But now—facing this table of food, he felt a mix of nervousness and resistance.
Zhu Qinghe smiled and encouraged him, "Lord Shen, please eat, it will get cold soon."
Shen Wumei forced a "hmm" and put the brown potato into her mouth.
"Cough cough cough—" Shen Wumei clenched her left hand into a fist and pressed it against her lips, coughing for a long time.
Zhu Qinghe promptly handed her a glass of water, saying, "Drink some water quickly. Is it too awful to eat? Then don't eat it."
After finishing a glass of water, Shen Wumei finally stopped coughing. Meeting Zhu Qinghe's somewhat guilty gaze, he said seriously, "I ate too quickly."
"What you made... is quite delicious." Shen Wumei calmly picked up a piece of egg, put it in her mouth, and nodded. "It smells very good."
Zhu Qinghe didn't say anything more, but watched him finish eating all the dishes on the table while resting her chin on her hand and smiling.
“Ming…Ming…” Shen Wumei’s voice was low and hoarse, and it took her a long time to manage to utter a few breaths. “I will come to pick you up tomorrow.”
He finally remembered what day it was tomorrow, and Zhu Qinghe nodded: "Okay."
Watching his staggering figure leave, Zhu Qinghe turned and walked back. Ruyi suddenly jumped out from some corner, staring in shock at the empty plate on the table: "Lord Shen, he ate all the food!"
Is he alright?
Zhu Qinghe said in a lighthearted tone, "Yes, he also said that my cooking smells pretty good."
Ruyi simply didn't know what to say.
After a while, she walked up to Zhu Qinghe, put her hand on her shoulder, and said earnestly, "Miss, you must cherish Lord Shen."
"His love for you is absolutely genuine!"
When Shen Wumei opened the door, Mo Wu had just finished organizing the case files and stacking them into a pile. He looked up and was somewhat surprised to see who it was: "Boss, why are you back?"
It's so late, why aren't you home and getting some rest? How are you going to go on your date tomorrow?
Shen Wumei frowned and opened her mouth as if to speak: "..."
No sound was made.
He tried again, but still no sound came out.
Mo Wu watched helplessly as his master walked to the table, snatched the pen from his hand, and wrote in a flamboyant style: "The case files are all organized."
Mo Wu nodded blankly, wondering why the adults couldn't speak.
Shen Wumei continued writing.
—You go back first, I'll stay for a while.
Mo Wu asked, "Boss, what's wrong with your throat?"
Shen Wumei quickly wrote a few strokes, and Mo Wu leaned over to take a look.
—I'm so full.
Mo Wu understood and smiled teasingly: "It seems Miss Zhu's cooking skills are quite good. I can come and freeload off her from now on."
Shen Wumei glanced at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions, and finally wrote—that's natural.
Good brother, we share the good times and the bad, but you got yourself into this mess.
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Although Licheng cannot compare to the prosperity of the capital, it is small but complete.
Various festivals are quite elaborate, like this Qixi Festival, which is basically a place for young men and women to express their love.
Licheng is a beautiful city with many young people, so the day was particularly lively.
Zhu Qinghe got up early in the morning and laid out a series of couple's peach charms that she had specially prepared for today.
This opportunity to earn double the money is one you absolutely shouldn't miss.
Ruyi pushed her towards the room: "Okay, Miss, I can handle all these things. You should go change your clothes quickly, or you'll be late."
Zhu Qinghe, still not entirely at ease, added, "Remember to tie talismans of the same color together, otherwise they won't work."
"Okay, okay."
Back in her room, Zhu Qinghe pulled out the light blue dress from the very bottom of her wardrobe; it was her most expensive dress.
The fabric is of the highest quality, with silk as the lining and light gauze as the outer layer. The skirt is lightly embroidered with colorful butterflies with single wings, which are faintly visible under the soft gauze. The thin smoke flows, and the colorful butterflies seem to be about to take flight, making them look lifelike.
It is indeed very beautiful.
However, she hadn't worn such a dress in a long time. In order to maintain the reputation of the Half-Immortal Sai, she always dressed in men's clothing, and nine out of ten days she even wore a beard.
She had long forgotten that she was a girl.
I never imagined that one day she would be wearing a dress and walking openly in the street, especially with that cold-faced Yama Shen Wumei, whom she had never gotten along with from the start.
She changed into a dress, casually tied her hair into a bun at the back of her head, and let two strands of hair hang down loosely over her shoulders.
She glanced at the sun hanging in the sky and picked up an oil-paper umbrella.
As Zhu Qinghe walked across the bridge with her umbrella, her eyes were drawn to the small boats shuttling back and forth beneath the bridge, leaving long trails in their wake.
It has a serene and tranquil beauty.
Zhu Qinghe stared at the water, lost in thought, completely unaware that someone was standing behind her.
Shen Wumei gazed at the half-exposed, snow-white wrist under the umbrella, then her eyes fell on the small boat under the bridge, a faint smile hidden in her eyes: "Want to take a boat ride?"
Zhu Qinghe turned her head. Shen Wumei wasn't wearing his official robes today, but rather a white casual outfit, which softened his cold and aloof demeanor, giving him a somewhat ethereal and world-weary air.
Some people would believe it if you said he was some wealthy, carefree playboy who didn't care about worldly affairs and indulged in pleasures.
"When did they arrive?" There's not a sound at all.
Shen Wumei asked her again, "Would you like to take a boat ride?"
Zhu Qinghe was somewhat tempted, but still hesitated: "This is a private boat."
Shen Wumei smiled nonchalantly, took the umbrella from her hand and held it with her right hand, while putting her left arm around her waist and saying, "Hold on tight."
Before Zhu Qinghe could react, she felt her body lighten, and the two of them gracefully landed from the bridgehead.
A few gasps of surprise came from the surroundings, and when they came to their senses, the two of them had landed on an empty boat.
Shen Wumei released her grip, and the boat owner shouted, "What are you doing?"
Shen Wumei casually tossed a bag of money over: "We'll charter this boat."
The boat owner opened his money bag, glanced at it, and immediately beamed with joy, nodding repeatedly: "No problem, you two have a good time. We have other boats here, use them as you like."
Zhu Qinghe sat on the bow of the boat, feeling dizzy, and it took her a while to come to her senses: "How much money did you give him?"
Shen Wumei didn't seem to care much, leisurely rowing the boat, her long legs resting at her feet: "I didn't count, Mo Wu gave them to me."
"They said it was his monthly salary."
Zhu Qinghe: "..."
What did Mo Wu do to deserve this?
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