Upon hearing this, Yan Shaoqing smiled bitterly and said, "When I was young, I was so proud and moved when you said this. Now, it feels like a huge mockery. Go away. I'm fine the way I am now."
Yan Chongmao seemed to have anticipated that Yan Shaoqing would not leave him easily. Although he was not annoyed, the expression on his face was far from the kindness he had just had. Instead, he looked a little cold. "You are my only son. Black Pearl is missing. I will never let you go again."
Seeing his father, whom he had always regarded as a role model, become like this, Yan Shaoqing slowly closed his eyes: "...If you force me to leave, you will definitely regret it."
"I, Yan Chongmao, have never regretted anything I have done." As he was speaking, a man in plain clothes suddenly appeared from behind Yan Shaoqing when he was not paying attention and knocked him unconscious.
At the same time, Qinghe had originally planned to take Ouyang Ming directly to Qingliang Valley to wait for Wang Yanzhou and Shen Xin to return, following his intentional or unintentional suggestion. However, along the way, she felt a strange sense of unease. Her intuition had always been accurate, as seen in the time when Ouyang Ming had an accident many years ago.
Qinghe thought about it and always felt that something seemed wrong, so he stopped temporarily in a town between Qinghe County and Qingliang Valley, and called Lianqiao by the way.
"Lianqiao, quietly pass the message down and tell them to change their direction. We're not going to Qingliang Valley anymore, we should go to Nanhezhou."
"Yes", as a subordinate, the first requirement is to maintain absolute obedience to the master's instructions that are not objectively wrong, regardless of any reasons.
Qinghe, under the pretext of needing to restock supplies, booked an inn in the small town for the time being. Even though Ouyang Ming had returned, Qinghe still slept in a separate room from him. Initially, it was out of fear of disturbing his rest, but now, it was because he was suspicious of this person who had appeared out of nowhere.
Although they didn't live together, the first thing Qinghe did when she got up was to check on Ouyang Ming. "Husband, how are you feeling this morning? Are you feeling unwell?"
Ouyang Ming smiled and said, "It's still the same. Actually, you don't have to be like this. I'm fine now."
Ouyang Ming kept saying that losing his memory didn't matter, that not being able to walk didn't matter; as long as he could see her again, he'd be content. The tenderness in his eyes, the way he looked at Qinghe, was so gentle and warm that, in a trance, Qinghe felt as if she had committed a heinous crime by doubting him.
"Anyway, I still want to give it a try. I don't know if Chen Xin has returned to Qingliang Valley, but after all, the monk can escape but the temple cannot. Let's go to his house and wait. I don't believe he won't come back."
Ouyang Ming couldn't persuade Qinghe, so he gave up. After all, he was a useless man now, and letting her control him was also his own will. "Forget it, I know I can't win the argument."
Qinghe squatted in front of Ouyang Ming's wheelchair, gently resting her head on his lap, and said softly, "By the way, my dear, I asked the kitchen to make your favorite locust leaf cold pottery today. You must eat a lot at lunch later."
"Um."
Ouyang Ming's daily meals are made under Qinghe's strict supervision. On the premise of ensuring that they suit his taste, they must also be safe and have no side effects.
After Qinghe helped Ouyang Ming pick up a lot of dishes, she put down her chopsticks, put her hands on her cheeks, and looked at him with a smile, like a little girl. "How does it taste?"
Ouyang Ming nodded and said, "It's delicious, but I don't know what it tasted like before."
Qinghe was relieved when he heard this: "It's good that the taste hasn't changed. I was just worried that you wouldn't like it and would force yourself to eat it. Okay, okay, eat your food."
After dinner, it was still bright outside. It was already the end of summer, but the mosquitoes were still buzzing in my ears, which made me feel a little irritated. "It seems that there have been a sudden increase in mosquitoes recently. I should ask Lianqiao to use some incense to get rid of them."
When Ouyang Ming heard about burning incense, he quickly said, "No need, it's just some mosquitoes, no problem."
Qinghe shook his head helplessly. This man still disliked the smell of incense. Thinking back to when they got married, respecting his habit saved the family a lot of money.
"You, okay, as long as you're happy. Now that the weather is cooler, shall I push you out for a walk?"
"Thank you."
Qinghe didn't ask anyone to follow him. He pushed Ouyang Ming alone, strolling and talking in the afterglow of the setting sun. Soon, they were out of town. Although the riverside was overgrown with weeds, it still looked vibrant. As the wheels rolled through the grass, a fragrance, unlike the usual grassy scent, gradually seeped out from the ground.
The moment he closed Ouyang Ming's door, the smile on Qinghe's face vanished in an instant. After making sure there were no suspicious people eavesdropping, Qinghe called Lianqiao over.
"Princess."
Qinghe said with a serious expression, "Find someone reliable, an expert, and make sure to deliver the peach wood hairpin to Wang Yanzhou within three days."
"Momoki...Princess, what do you mean!"
Lian Qiao's expression changed after she took the peach wood hairpin. This hairpin was a secret code between her and Wang Yanzhou. After contacting Wang Yanzhou, they had been saying that Ouyang Ming was suspicious and urged Qinghe to be cautious. Finally, the two agreed that if anything went wrong, they would use the peach wood hairpin as a signal.
Qinghe sat in the chair somewhat decadently, and said with a wry smile: "A person's appearance and taste can change, but the body's reaction cannot. I, I always thought I found him, but I didn't expect that he was actually..."
Although Ouyang Ming was used to the world of martial arts and disliked incense, he hated mosquitoes the most. Furthermore, he had a weak stomach and was prone to diarrhea when he ate cold food. Furthermore, the fragrant herbs scattered along the riverbank caused Ouyang Ming's skin to break out in an instant rash. Although he was carefree, he was also very concerned about his reputation and disliked being seen with red spots all over his body and his clothes disheveled. Therefore, apart from him, Wang Yanzhou and she were probably the only ones who knew about these habits.
She wanted to see who this person was, pretending to be Ouyang Ming right under her nose. His purpose was obvious. Few people knew she had the Ouyang family's black pearl. His arrival was a coincidence, as she had just found it by the Ming River. So, before dealing with this person, regardless of whether it was her people who leaked the news, she had to clean up the people around her.
After two more days in the town, restocking their water and rations, the group slowly set off. Just a few days after leaving town, Ouyang Ming noticed something amiss. While Qinghe was getting on his carriage, he hurriedly asked, "Qinghe, aren't we heading to Qingliang Valley? Why do we seem to be heading towards Nanhezhou?"
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