Nalan Yunzhi didn't care whether the princess had one more or one less concubine. After all, he was just the third prince of a male-dominated country, unable to have children. He could marry her, and she posed no threat.
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"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"
"Qingcheng, are you okay? If you're not feeling well, write another day."
Seeing Hua Qingcheng suddenly start sneezing, Feng Lingyan's original intention of letting her daughter practice calligraphy wavered again.
“No…it’s okay!”
"Dad, I can do it. After I finish writing this paper, we'll go have lunch."
Hua Qingcheng glanced at Feng Lingyan, then looked at the five handsome men who all fixed their eyes on her, but she rubbed her nose and continued to write the five big characters with tears in her eyes.
Whatever, as long as Young Master Feng is happy, I'll just write instead of making my own father worry about me...
"A-choo! A-choo! A-choo!"
Not only Hua Qingcheng who was in Xuanyi Valley was sneezing, but Wu Chen who was walking on the busy street of Baishui Town, Fufeng County, also suddenly felt an itchy nose and started sneezing violently.
"Which bastard is plotting against me?"
Wu Chen's white teeth lightly bit his lower lip, and when he touched the twelve scars from his shiny bald head, a hint of unruly ruffianism flashed in his bright black eyes.
"Amitabha! Uncle, I am a wandering ascetic monk. May I ask where is the most remote place here, and where are the conditions the most difficult?"
Wu Chen stopped a middle-aged man and asked for directions. He just couldn't believe that even if he hid in the most remote corner of Laifeng Country, his ruthless father's men would still be able to find him...
"Amitabha! Young Master, if we talk about the most remote place in Laifeng Country, it's naturally Chaoyang Province in the southeast. But if we talk about the most remote and difficult place in Fufeng County, it must be our Huaqiao Village!"
Ye Maochun, fresh from the town's Lingqing Cloth Shop, was stopped by someone. He saw that the person was a young monk, empty-handed and possessing nothing. Aside from his dark skin, he looked like a poor monk with nothing. Ye Maochun clasped his hands together in a Buddhist salute and answered Wuchen's question.
Chaoyang Province?
Forget it!
He had just come from there, and it was adjacent to Zhaoyang State, so he didn't want to fall into a trap.
"Huaqiao Village? It sounds nice."
Wu Chen's lips curled slightly. He remembered that his "good sister" also had the surname Hua. Hearing the name of this village now, he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Yes, the Pinglan Mountain and Bald Mountain there are both very suitable for the master to practice."
Ye Maochun couldn't help but imagine the monk staying in the deserted Bald Mountain, his shiny bald head just echoing the bare top of Bald Mountain.
He was sitting in meditation in a leaky, rain-soaked shed, held together by a few wooden planks, surrounded by a swarm of buzzing mosquitoes. Even with mosquito bites swirling all over his head, the monk didn't open his eyes. He simply muttered, "If I don't go to hell, who will?"
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"What a coincidence! I'm from Huaqiao Village. I just happened to catch the oxcart heading back to the village. If you don't mind, Master, you can come with us."
Ye Maochun gave Wuchen a sympathetic look. Being bitten like that by a mosquito without making a sound, how itchy must it be...
"Amitabha! In that case... then I shall respectfully obey your command!"
Wu Chen clasped his hands together and bowed to Ye Maochun again.
He was homeless anyway, so it didn't matter where he went. So he might as well pick a place that he liked...
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