Chapter 340 A Bowl of Laba Porridge
Yun Qingqing looked at Yan Jinghua's face and had a bad feeling in her heart.
As expected, I heard my mother hesitantly speaking:
"Qingqing, you and the Regent... haven't you slept in the same bed together before?"
Yun Qingqing was silent for a moment, her expression unchanged:
"Yes, I have."
They did sleep in the same bed, so there was nothing wrong with what she said.
But the mother obviously did not intend to give up, and asked cautiously:
"Then the Regent...is there no problem with that aspect?"
When she thought about the fact that the prince had been paralyzed for several years and had only recently recovered, she became even more worried.
Yun Qingqing took a deep breath:
"There's no problem at all! Mom, you really don't have to worry about this!"
She had taken that guy's pulse countless times, so she naturally knew best whether there was anything wrong with his body.
Yan Jinghua had no idea what she was thinking, but she noticed Yun Qingqing's harsh tone, and her ears turned slightly red.
She finally felt relieved and said with a smile:
"Okay, it seems like you two do get along pretty well. I won't talk about this anymore."
Yun Qingqing secretly breathed a sigh of relief and drank her porridge in silence.
However, Yan Jinghua said she would not mention it, but after a while she asked again:
"The Prince Regent has been away for such a long time. Have you sent him any letter?"
"...Ah?" Yun Qingqing was stunned. "There's nothing wrong, why would you send a letter?"
Yan Jinghua had an expression of "I knew it" on her face:
"Your Highness has traveled thousands of miles, and will be gone for at least a month. He must be tired and lonely on the journey. As his wife, you should at least miss him. If Your Highness could receive a letter from home while he's away, I'm sure you'd be delighted and relieved."
"Doesn't the palace have carrier pigeons? Just write a letter and give it to the servants, and they will take care of it."
Yun Qingqing seemed to be thinking:
"Oh...that makes sense. I'll do it right away."
That’s right, as a wife, you should be concerned about your husband when he travels thousands of miles away.
Seeing that she agreed obediently, Yan Jinghua was finally satisfied.
I secretly thought that the Regent's personality should not be seduced by ordinary women, but in a prosperous place like Yujing, it is hard to say what will happen. It is always safer to have a letter from home to remind him.
After Yan Jinghua left, Qiao'er came over with a pen and paper, smiling:
"Miss, are you going to write a letter home to the prince? I'm ready!"
However, Yun Qingqing shook her head calmly:
"Need not."
"...Ah? But you've already promised Madam."
Qiao'er was a little worried. She thought the young lady had finally come to her senses and wanted to care about the prince, but it turned out that she was just perfunctorily trying to please the lady?
Just as he was debating whether to persuade her again, he saw his young lady take out a gloomy black sign, look at him and say in a deep voice:
"Stand back. If you feel scared, wait outside."
Qiao'er was used to seeing all kinds of ghosts and monsters around her, and she had long been accustomed to it. She immediately retreated to the corner as she was told, and watched with shining eyes to see what strange things the young lady had summoned this time.
Suddenly, the sign in Yun Qingqing's hand glowed red, and the temperature in the room suddenly dropped a lot.
A red shadow emerged from the sign, landed on the ground and turned into a young man wearing a jade crown and a brocade robe.
This time, Yun Qingqing summoned the Ghost King who was located in the south.
"Tang Yue, the Ghost King of Licheng, greets the master." The man had an elegant and dignified temperament. He lifted up his clothes and kowtowed to Yun Qingqing.
Yun Qingqing raised her hand and a glimmer of light flashed, and Tang Yue was lifted up through the air.
"No need for formalities, I'd like you to do something for me."
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Yujing, Honglu Temple.
Xiao Changheng had just turned off the lights and gone to bed when he suddenly felt a cold wind blowing in the room, and the air in the room suddenly became cold.
He suddenly sat up and pulled open the curtains. He subconsciously grabbed a small Bagua stone tablet beside his pillow and stared vigilantly at the place where the cold wind was blowing.
"Someone come!"
Just a moment after he finished speaking, Nan Zheng rushed in with his men, guarding the bed with swords drawn.
The gloomy wind suddenly subsided, and a faint voice rang out in the air:
"Don't worry, everyone. I'm just here on behalf of my Lord to deliver something to her husband."
Xiao Changheng was slightly stunned, and his black eyes showed a slight ripple.
"The master you are talking about is... Yun Qingqing?"
"I dare not mention the master's name, but... it is just as you said."
Xiao Changheng's coldness dissipated a little, but he still had doubts.
"How do you prove that what you say is true?"
It's not that he doesn't trust Yun Qingqing, but he has been plotted against by the evil Taoist priest several times, so he has to be on guard against others using her name to attack him.
"The Lord has given me a token of trust. Please take a look at the amulet in your hand."
Xiao Changheng suddenly felt his palms getting warm. He looked down and found that the Bagua stone tablet was glowing faintly.
Suddenly, a talisman floated out from nowhere and landed lightly on the stone tablet. It dispersed into countless points of light and quickly formed a line of small characters:
"It's Laba Festival, remember to drink porridge."
The small words appeared for a moment and then disappeared, and the light of the stone tablet also dimmed.
Xiao Changheng raised his eyebrows, and a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes.
"Everyone, go down."
Nan Zheng breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the talisman. Upon hearing the words, he immediately led his men out without any delay.
As soon as everyone left, a cold wind swept across the table, and a food box appeared on it.
Xiao Changheng stood up and walked to the table. He glanced around and asked doubtfully:
"Why don't you show up, sir?"
The voice sounded:
"If we, the Ghost King, had not been summoned by the Ghost King Token and had rashly appeared in the mortal world, it would have caused unrest in both the Yin and Yang worlds. I hope you will forgive me."
Xiao Changheng: ...
The Ghost King is running errands? Is Yun Qingqing serious?
"The food has been delivered. Please enjoy it while it's hot. I'll take my leave now."
The cold wind subsided and the temperature in the house returned to normal.
Xiao Changheng's eyes fell on the food box, and he remembered the eight words she had given him, "Laba Festival is here, remember to drink porridge." The corners of his lips rose slightly, and he reached out to open the food box.
There was a bowl of black, unknown, sticky liquid inside, and it was still hot.
Xiao Changheng fell into deep thought.
On the underworld road between the two realms of the underworld.
Tang Yue was not in a hurry to fly. He walked leisurely on the road and suddenly looked at the little ghost beside him who was hesitant and seemed to have something to say.
"What is it?"
The little ghost shuddered and spoke cautiously:
"Your Majesty, did you really buy that Laba porridge for mortals to drink?"
"That's right." Tang Yue nodded, "This man is the master's husband, so he can afford the most expensive things."
He flew specifically to Youmingzui, the most luxurious restaurant in the city, to watch their chef prepare this bowl of porridge. It was so delicious that he kept thinking about it all the way and was about to go back to Youmingzui to have another bowl to celebrate the solar term.
"But..." The little ghost hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "We ghosts have different taste buds from mortals..."
Tang Yue paused, feeling something was wrong:
"……What's the meaning?"
The little ghost swallowed his saliva:
"Your Majesty, this is your first time in the ghost world. Perhaps you don't know that what ghosts find delicious is often...unpalatable to mortals!"
"Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Tang Yue sucked in a breath of ghostly energy, turned around, and disappeared in a flash.
Only the little ghost was left standing there, wiping his cold sweat and muttering:
"But who knew that Your Majesty would give the things bought from the ghost world to mortals to eat..."
"Hey... Your Majesty, wait for your subordinates!"
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