"Hua Qingcheng, what have you thought about what I told you last time?" Zuo Qinglong put away his playful expression and said seriously.
"What's the matter?" Hua Qingcheng pretended to be confused.
"Hua Qingcheng! I dare say you didn't take what I said to heart? Of course it's about recognizing your ancestral roots and becoming a princess!"
"I'll think about it later. Let's talk about this matter later!" Hua Qingcheng didn't say it too firmly. After all, who can say clearly about the unknown?
Zuo Qinglong was so depressed when he heard this that he almost vomited blood. This guy is so heartless!
Although he had selfish motives in helping Hua Qingcheng regain her status, was there anything he wasn't thinking about for his fellow villager? To have such a powerful kingdom and handsome men was something many people would envy, yet when it came to his old classmate Hua Qingcheng, she actually had to think about it first?
"Zuo Qinglong, Young Master Feng... He's suffered so much. I don't want him to be drawn into the chaos of the princess's fight for the throne, nor do I want him to be caught up in the dirty work of the palace again."
Hua Qingcheng stood up from the mat, brushed off the invisible dust on her clothes, and then strode towards the entrance of Sanqing Temple.
"So... do you really regard Feng Lingyan as your dad?" Zuo Qinglong murmured to himself as he watched Hua Qingcheng's back gradually disappearing into the distance.
Hua Qingcheng was an orphan in modern times, and Zuo Qinglong was often beaten by her when he was a child. However, what Zuo Qinglong did not expect was that although Hua Qingcheng looked cold on the outside, she was actually such a sentimental person.
Zuo Qinglong also noticed that Hua Qingcheng here seemed to have a more worldly air than before. Perhaps it was because he had never had it before that he cherished it all the more...
On September 16th, at 2:15 am, at the gate of Xuanbao Pavilion in Xuanyi Valley.
After breakfast, Hua Qingcheng and his group got ready to return to Huaqiao Village in Fufeng County.
"Master, Second Master, Third Master, Fourth Master, I, Xiao Chenchen, will take my leave now. I will come back to visit you when I have time!" Han Yichen bowed respectfully to the masters.
"Okay, it's getting late, let's set off early. Take these barbecued pork buns with you to eat on the way." Zuo Qinglong, who was dressed in Xuantian's appearance, handed a bag of hot barbecued pork buns wrapped in cloth to Han Yichen.
"Thank you, Master!"
Han Yichen carried a bag full of hot barbecued pork buns and bowed to Xuantian again.
Although Zuo Qinglong's soul is 27 years old, he has indeed stayed in Laifeng Country for sixteen years and has been Han Yichen's master for sixteen years.
When Zuo Qinglong first traveled through time, Han Yichen was only one year old. Watching Han Yichen grow up little by little, Zuo Qinglong initially felt that it was just the fun of playing a nurturing game, but as they spent more time together, he gradually developed real feelings for Han Yichen.
Now, seeing Han Yichen about to leave Xuanyi Valley again, Zuo Qinglong felt as if he was really watching his own child leaving home. He felt inexplicably reluctant, but he concealed it very well and did not show it.
"Xiao Chenchen, remember to come back to see me often when you are free. Second Master will go to Huaqiao Village to find you in a few days to eat the delicious food you mentioned." Xuanming stepped forward and gave Han Yichen a tight bear hug, almost strangling him to death.
"Second... Second Master, quickly... quickly let me go!" Han Yichen took a lot of effort to break free from Xuan Ming's shackles.
"Xiao Chenchen, there is a saying that diligence makes one proficient in one's work while laziness makes one lose it. You must remember to practice martial arts diligently and not indulge in pleasure." Xuan Yue, who was holding a whisk and wearing a Taoist robe, rarely spoke much.
"Disciple will remember Third Master's teachings!"
Han Yichen also bowed respectfully to Xuan Yue.
"Xiao Chenchen, these good things are given to you by me, the fourth master!" Xuanqing handed a bulging bundle to Han Yichen and walked forward to hug him.
"Thank you, Sister Qing!"
Han Yichen also hugged Xuanqing. The relationship between Han Yichen and Xuanqing was more like that of peers. To this Fourth Master, he was indeed more attached to her like a younger brother to his older sister.
"Be nice to Xiao Chenchen!" Xuan Yue gently twisted a strand of hair, narrowed her eyes, glanced at Hua Qingcheng beside her, and gave a solemn instruction.
"Qingcheng will definitely keep the teachings of the masters in mind!"
Hua Qingcheng bowed respectfully to Han Yichen's four masters, including Zuo Qinglong who was wearing the appearance of Xuantian.
After bidding farewell to Han Yichen's masters, Hua Qingcheng and her group boarded the carriage. Hua Qingcheng drove the Xiangyun horse-drawn carriage with her five husbands in front, followed closely by the carriage driven by Feng Wen and Feng Wu, in which sat Feng Lingyan, Kang Fulai, and Shan You.
Under the gaze of Han Yichen's masters, Xiao Lengyu, Xuan Wu and others, two carriages set out from Xuanbao Pavilion and headed out of the valley.
"Meet the Valley Master!"
When Hua Qingcheng and her group got on the carriage, a beautiful woman in a crimson dress who looked to be in her early twenties also stepped into Youming Mountain. This person was none other than the master of Xuanyi Valley and Han Yichen's biological mother - Han Shuying.
Ever since she accidentally heard the breathtaking "Flowing Clouds" by Dongyang Lake on the evening of Mid-Autumn Festival eighteen years ago, Han Shuying has been madly infatuated with the person who played it. When she arrived at the lake and saw Ouyang Yuming sitting in front of the Yaoqin, she mistook him for the man playing the zither and fell deeply in love with him.
However, at the foot of Zhongbei Mountain, in a thatched cottage, Han Shuying, who was drugged by the Western Region Hehuan Powder, mistook a handsome man in white with a cold and elegant temperament as Master Ouyang, and spent a night with him in a passionate and lingering manner.
The next morning, after realizing she had mistaken the man, Han Shuying, enraged and embarrassed, wanted to kill the man in white who had been acupunctured with a single blow. However, for some reason, when Han Shuying looked at the man in white lying motionless in her arms, with tears streaming down his face, she... unexpectedly found herself unable to do it.
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