Chapter 11011 Can I be your husband?
After leaving the shop, Lu Qingqing felt that she couldn't go on like this.
Although bringing a pet slave with you is not a rare thing in Jing County, no one looks at you with strange eyes.
But I still felt a little uncomfortable - and it was much more convenient to act together as friends than as master and servant.
Looking at Songzhu's neck, there was a tattoo pattern on it, rough and obvious.
All slaves in the Dawn Continent have this mark, which is used to identify their identities. It is tattooed by the seller with special pigment and is extremely difficult to erase.
The tattoo cannot be washed off for the time being, but covering it up should not be a problem.
Thinking of this, Lu Qingqing took Song Zhu to the largest rouge and powder shop in the county.
After careful selection, I finally found a jar of expensive ointment. The shopkeeper said it was imported from a foreign country and could cover all scars on the skin, just like taking a rejuvenating elixir.
His words were of course exaggerated several times. Taking the anti-aging pill is like taking an oral beauty filter, and the effect is incomparable to makeup.
The effect of the Rejuvenating Pill depends on its level. It is said that a high-level Rejuvenating Pill can make an old woman rejuvenate and turn into a young girl in seconds, which is very magical.
However, cultivators naturally age slowly, and once they reach the Golden Core stage, they maintain their original appearance for life. Therefore, anti-aging pills are somewhat useless to cultivators. The lack of people refining them has caused the price of anti-aging pills to skyrocket, making them unaffordable for most ordinary consumers.
Lu Qingqing was rich, but unfortunately, there was nothing to sell in Fuyue Town. As for whether there was any in Jing County, she would have to ask around.
The boss highly recommended this cream, which came in four different shades. He demonstrated it himself, and a mole on the back of his hand quickly disappeared, drawing a gasp of astonishment from the girls.
It's the same as modern concealer, Lu Qingqing understood. After all, she was also an urban beauty who occasionally wore makeup in modern times.
I bought it and tried it on at the inn. I found that the tattoo on Songzhu's neck was covered by 90%, and it was almost invisible unless you looked closely.
Without any eye-catching tattoos, and wearing a well-fitting robe, he looks like a handsome nobleman.
"Not bad." Lu Qingqing was very satisfied with the results and instructed Song Zhu, "Don't call me master when we're on the street."
Shochiku wondered, "What's that called?"
"Call me by my name, or Qingqing."
Songzhu said without thinking, "Okay, Qingqing."
When he said this, there was a moment of clarity in his eyes.
Lu Qingqing discovered that Songzhu's mind would become clear from time to time in recent days, which should be due to the spiritual energy of the secret realm.
She secretly prepared for the worst. If the Jindan medicine practitioner at the clinic couldn't cure Songzhu, and they couldn't find his family, then they would return to the Moon Mountain Secret Realm to cultivate.
Maybe when she reaches the Golden Core stage, the blocked true qi of Songzhu will become unobstructed.
Song Zhu was unaware of Lu Qingqing's confused thoughts. He poured her some tea and then looked at himself carefully in the bronze mirror for a while. It seemed that he was quite satisfied with his current look.
"Master, can I be your husband?" He suddenly spoke with an innocent tone.
puff--
Lu Qingqing was caught off guard and not only did she spit out the tea in her mouth, she also choked herself.
"Master, what's wrong with you?"
The male slave program in Songzhu's body was immediately activated, and he quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe Lu Qingqing.
"I'm just drinking tea, what are you talking about?" Lu Qingqing coughed for a while and finally calmed down.
"Master, can I be your husband?" Songzhu asked again.
"..." Lu Qingqing held her forehead, "Why do you want to be my husband?"
Judging from his expression, he had not absorbed any relevant knowledge from his previous employer.
Yes, it was obvious that the short and fat boss was walking a fine line, teaching the male slaves some sex-related erotic tactics to attract customers.
"My friend said that you treat male slaves like a husband." Songzhu said seriously, "Master, being a husband is more intimate than being a male slave."
“…”
That is indeed the case.
No, that's not the point. If a cybergolden retriever suddenly asks to be your husband, who can handle it? How terrifying!
Facing Songzhu's innocent and expectant expression, Lu Qingqing pressed her temples and tried hard to organize her words.
After a while, he said, "I don't have a husband now, and I won't have one in the future, so the situation you mentioned doesn't exist."
"Why don't you have a husband?"
"Because I don't want to."
Songzhu didn't quite understand what was said, but seeing that his master didn't want to talk anymore, he tactfully stopped talking.
“Bang, bang, bang—”
There was a knock on the door, which eased the awkward atmosphere in due time.
Songzhu went to open the door.
The waiter stood at the door and politely asked, "Miss, do you want the dinner you ordered to be delivered to your room or to be eaten downstairs?"
Lu Qingqing thought for a while and said, "Let's go down and eat."
Look at her memory, she almost forgot about it.
"Understood!" The waiter was perceptive. "Dinner is in half an hour. How about I bring you two some of our special appetizers?"
Lu Qingqing nodded, "Then I'll trouble you, little brother."
The appetizer was a pastry made with hawthorn and tangerine peel, sweet and sour, a delightful treat. It resembled modern hawthorn cakes, but with a more delicate texture. Even Songzhu, who doesn't like sweets, devoured several pieces.
When it was time for dinner, the waiter went upstairs to invite Lu Qingqing to have dinner.
The distinguished guests of the Tianzihao Room did not sit in ordinary seats when they ate downstairs, but in a private room separated by a curtain.
Lu Qingqing was very satisfied with this arrangement. She was not disturbed and could still hear everything going on.
Everyone knows that the inns in ancient times were huge information circulation stations, which had the same effect as modern aunties exchanging information at the village entrance.
When you first arrive, you naturally want to listen to more gossip. Maybe you can find some useful information from it.
The inn was doing a booming business, with the lobby already 70% occupied by mealtime.
Lu Qingqing pricked up her ears while enjoying the delicious food.
There was a table of young Taoist priests who had come down from the mountain to do some shopping and were discussing who would be the next abbot of the temple. They all had different opinions and were arguing with each other until their faces turned red.
A few casual cultivators met by chance and sat together at the same table. After a few drinks, they started to treat each other like brothers and talked about gossip in the martial arts world and anecdotes about cultivation.
"I heard that the Hehuan Sect recently acquired a new ancient martial art."
"Dual cultivation method?"
"Exactly."
"The Hehuan Sect has been practicing this way since ancient times. What's so strange about it?"
"That's wrong. I heard it's not just an ordinary dual cultivation."
"What do you mean?"
The gossiping cultivator lowered his voice, but it could not escape Lu Qingqing's ears.
"I heard that this technique requires finding a furnace with naturally charming bones. Once it is mastered, the furnace's essence, blood, and flesh will be completely absorbed by the practitioner, leaving not even the soul behind."
The others gasped, "How cruel."
Lu Qingqing also took a breath of cold air.
This unscrupulous martial art sounded like it was aimed at her. Is there any justice in the world?
The charm bones must be removed quickly, otherwise not only will they be used as a furnace, but their flesh will also be eaten and their blood will be drunk, leaving not even a trace of their soul.
I wanted to hear a few more words about the ancient martial arts techniques found by the Hehuan Sect, but those wandering cultivators had already changed the subject and started talking about some rather explicit romantic affairs.
Lu Qingqing didn't want her ears to be polluted, so she changed direction.
The table closest to the private room was occupied by three merchants who traveled north and south. They seemed to be familiar with each other, and the topic they were discussing instantly caught Lu Qingqing's attention.
"Would you like to go to Jubao Tower tonight?"
"I'm not interested in antique jade."
"I heard there's something good this time."
"oh?"
"It seems there's an auction of herbs and pills. Don't miss this opportunity, Brother Zhao."
"Then I'll go check it out. My tigress has been saying I'm not good enough lately. I'll see if I can find some elixirs that can strengthen my body and enhance my virility."
"I won't go."
"Is it because the tea sales weren't enough? I can advance the entrance fee for Brother Li."
"Thank you, Brother Wang."
What does it mean to give someone a pillow when you feel sleepy?
Lu Qingqing was looking for some better elixirs when she heard the relevant news at the Bagua transfer station.
After the meal, she called the waiter into the room, stuffed some change into his pocket, and asked about the matter seemingly casually.
Since it was not a secret, the waiter told Lu Qingqing everything he knew without reservation.
It turns out that on the evenings of the fifth, fifteenth, and twenty-fifth of every month, Jubao Tower would hold a treasure appraisal conference.
The so-called treasure appraisal conference is actually an auction.
The auction items are diverse, most of which are gold, silver, jewelry, antiques, calligraphy and paintings, weapons and hidden weapons, as well as some precious medicinal materials.
If you are lucky, you will get magical herbs and pills.
The pills made by the pharmacists are in great demand and are always packed with customers, making the dealers a lot of money.
"Then let's go and take a look." Lu Qingqing said with a smile.
"Miss, remember to prepare twenty taels of silver," the waiter reminded, "this is your entrance fee."
He then looked at Songzhu and said, "Sir, you need to buy a mask."
Lu Qingqing understood. Since she was wearing a cone hat and a veil, her face couldn't be seen clearly, so there was no need for her to wear a mask. It would be just like the ghost market.
Based on the information from the waiter, Lu Qingqing quickly found the grocery store that sold masks.
Wow, the whole wall is covered with so many things.
There are beautiful, ugly, strange, human, animal, ghost and monster, everything is available.
Songzhu chose a dog mask for himself, which looked simple and cute.
Lu Qingqing held back her laughter.
I have a clear understanding of myself.
Just in case, she chose a fox one for herself as well.
The shop owner saw that Lu Qingqing was a wealthy person and offered a clue, "Miss, I heard there are some excellent elixirs tonight. You can wait a little longer."
Lu Qingqing became interested, "Boss, what kind of elixir do you have?"
It would be great if there was a disguise pill. If Songzhu took it, his appearance would be temporarily changed and the tattoo would disappear.
The shop owner smiled mysteriously, "It strengthens the body, nourishes Yin and strengthens Yang."
Lu Qingqing: …………
She asked this question unnecessarily!
Seeing that the time was almost up, Lu Qingqing had no time to chat with the owner and rushed to Jubao Tower with Songzhu.
Unlike what she had imagined, the luxuriously decorated Jubao Tower was not crowded with people.
It seems that the high entrance fee of ten taels of silver per person has deterred some people.
At this time, the Jubao Building was brightly lit, and a line of seven or eight people was lined up in front of the door, waiting to pay money to receive the wooden sign.
There is a number engraved on the wooden sign, which is not only an admission ticket, but also a symbol of identity during the auction.
Lu Qingqing had just stood at the back of the team when she saw a figure in a moon-colored long gown holding a red wooden sign and gracefully entering the building.
Um?
Why does it look familiar?
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