Chapter 75 Chapter 75 "...Will the prince look down on me? ...
Jiu Zhao boasted that apart from his bad temper, he had no bad habits.
But I can hear Zhu Yan emphasizing over and over again, "I am yours," "I can't live without you" -
She also had to admit that a certain dark possessiveness in her heart that was difficult to tell others was greatly satisfied.
Belongs only to her.
Born and died together.
For those who yearn for a loyal, passionate, and everlasting love, there is no better promise than this.
Jiu Zhao let Zhu Yan hug her tighter and tighter.
At the same time, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty.
She hopes that both parties can be honest with each other in a relationship.
But I failed to abide by this.
A man says he loves her with his mouth, expresses his love for her with his body, and his every action and behavior reflects his love for her.
So how can he prove his motive of love?
Is it necessary to cut open the chest and take out the beating heart?
After taking more than ten steps back, the two were finally stopped by a low table in the inner room.
Jiu Zhao kicked the heavy wood away, and the notebook he had been using to pass the time on the table fell to the ground.
The black and white pages of the book were opened by the airflow brought by the skirt, and the faint scent of ink floated in the air.
His heels touched the soft woven carpet spread out beside the antique display cabinet, and Jiu Zhao sat down.
She was trapped in Zhu Yan's warm and fragrant embrace, quietly enjoying the rare moment of peace.
After hugging him for a moment, his peripheral vision caught the ivory comb tucked between the pages of a storybook not far away. Zhu Yan thought for a moment, then softly pleaded with Jiu Zhao, "I've been unconscious for three days, and my hair is all messed up. Although I used the Cleansing Technique to tidy up my appearance after lunch... could you please comb my hair for me, Miss?"
After saying that, he let go of Jiu Zhao and changed to a kneeling position.
With her cheek half tilted, she slowly leaned over Jiu Zhao's knees.
The lattice windows were not closed, and sunlight filtered in through the cracks, brightening the delicate contours of his face inch by inch.
The long eyelashes were also coated with a layer of gold, and the trembling eyes exuded a lingering and peaceful atmosphere.
I haven't combed my hair for the past few days, and it's covered my shoulders.
She stretches her legs gently on her lover's lap, how can she not be pitiful?
Jiu Zhao suddenly thought of this poem which he had seen somewhere.
She gently pulled out the long hairpin that was used to secure the jade crown on the young man's head, then took off the jade crown and placed it nearby.
Zhu Yan stretched out his arm at the right time and brought her an ivory comb.
The two of them had no communication, but they cooperated very well.
Jiu Zhao held the comb, and the fine teeth combed through Zhu Yan's black hair, soothing the tense spirits of both of them again and again.
Jiu Zhao thought: "Remove the disguise, I want to see your true appearance."
Zhu Yan still didn't speak.
After a faint golden light, her snow-like long hair flowed down to her knees.
Thinking that behind this flawless beauty was the heavy reality of premature aging of the immortal veins, Jiu Zhao subconsciously combed his hair more lightly.
The room was empty.
Only the rustling sound of the comb teeth rubbing against the hair echoed in my ears.
After an unknown amount of time, Zhu Yan, who seemed to have fallen asleep, suddenly spoke in a voice that sounded almost like a dream: "Just now, without your consent, I hugged you in the corridor and said so many inappropriate things... I am guilty of this. Please forgive me, Miss."
Jiu Zhao paused.
If you express your love without permission, it is an offense and an overstep.
Then, during these days of being together, Zhu Yan has already done this many times, so why is he coming to apologize again now?
She sensitively captured the undercurrent of unease beneath the young man's seemingly calm words.
Just as she was about to speak, Zhu Yan changed her posture again, hiding her face deep in her skirt, like an ostrich burying its head in the sand to deceive itself when it encounters an enemy attack: "The number of immortals stationed in Yunsheng World is very small. Compared with them, Yan can't help but feel self-praise, thinking that he still has some looks and interest, and can barely relieve the young lady's boredom.
"It wasn't until Prince Yingluo showed up that Yan understood what it meant to feel ashamed of oneself.
"He is handsome, talented, and comes from an excellent family. He is the future God King of the West Sea, and you and my lady have a childhood sweetheart relationship. I was leaning against the screen and saw him being so intimate with you. When he came out, you immediately urged me to return to Sanqing Heaven to recuperate—"
"I thought you didn't want me anymore...that's why I hugged you in the hallway without your permission."
Hearing this, Jiu Zhao frowned slightly.
If it was Fu Xu or Lan Qi who came down to earth to repair the stairs to heaven today, she would be able to understand Zhu Yan's jealousy and anxiety.
However, the person he mentioned, who made him feel ashamed, was Yingluo——
She pinched his fingers and guided him to touch the fluffy white tail hanging from her waist: "Do you feel it? I haven't taken it off since I accepted your newborn tail. Since I accept your kindness, I have also decided to treat it seriously. You don't have to be so afraid."
The small hand clasped the big hand, and both of their knuckles were bent.
Trapped in the soft down like a spring breeze, Jiu Zhao rubbed Zhu Yan's palm with his fingertips. "As for Ying Luo, I really don't know why you want to compare him with him. Although he is my childhood sweetheart, I only regard him as a close friend."
"...I thought that after you separated from the Supreme God Fuxu, you would consider him as the next choice for the Queen's wife."
Zhu Yan whispered.
"ha?"
Jiu Zhao was startled by the context of "treating Ying Luo as the king's husband" and tilted his head speechlessly, "Even if he has become a man, when I close my eyes, all I can see are his every smile and frown as a woman. I don't have the habit of polishing my mirror, so how could I have thought of anything happening with him!"
Zhu Yan hummed, then climbed onto Jiu Zhao's knee with one hand and raised his head with a sense of relief.
He always kept his face level with Jiu Zhao's raised legs, and his expression of looking up from below was both humble and harmless: "I'm sorry, Miss, it was Yan who misunderstood, but the prince is your good friend, and Yan is such a broken body...Will the prince look down on me?"
"How could that be?"
Jiu Zhao was pestered by him to confirm again and again, but he was not annoyed. He said to him in a good-tempered manner: "Yingluo is my friend. He has never disobeyed me since childhood. He hates the people I hate, and he likes the people I like.
"I'm not very proficient in medicine. During the three days you were in a coma, I only hastily healed your external injuries, thinking you would definitely recover. However, as the day and night passed, your injuries only worsened. It was Yingluo who diagnosed that the Yuan Meridian connecting to your nascent tail was also damaged. Without repair, it would be difficult for you to wake up from the coma. I then expended my cultivation to treat you, and only then did your body recover.
"Tell me, if he didn't like you, why would he bother so much with you?"
"It's just like that. It's all Yan's fault for judging others with his own mean mind."
Zhu Yan listened intently to Jiu Zhao's words. After she finished explaining things to Ying Luo, he expressed gratitude. "I've always heard that Prince Ying Luo was very brave in the army, but I never thought he was also so proficient in medicine. He truly is a man of both literary and martial talents."
"Well, although he has a complicated mind and a lot of tricks up his sleeve, he can indeed be called a promising young man."
Jiu Zhao never hesitates to praise his own people.
She chatted with Zhu Yan for a while, and her attitude gradually relaxed.
Because he had to cooperate with Yingluo to conceal some things, the defenses he had built up in his heart were relaxed.
She also shared with Zhu Yan some interesting stories that happened between them when they were childhood sweethearts.
He also thought that he had once had a sword duel with Yingluo in the backyard of Changxi Palace, and was caught by the God Emperor who came during his free time. He gave him some pointers out of interest.
"It was because Father God said that Ying Luo was extremely talented in swordsmanship and that few in the Three Pure Heavens could match him that I gave up using the sword and switched to using the whip. Otherwise, I would have lost to him every time in the annual Immortal Arts Competition at Changye Academy. How humiliating that would have been!
"Hey, you don't know, although Yingluo usually looks good-tempered, he is much more ferocious than a sword—
"His sword, made of ten-thousand-year-old cold jade, looks as beautiful and elegant as its master, yet it can freeze a person in the instant of contact. A gentle tap can rip their internal organs apart without spilling a single drop of blood. Back when Changye Academy issued a mission to enter the Spirit Beast Forest and obtain immortal plants and spirit beast rhino horns, I saw him freeze the attacking spirit beasts into ice sculptures with a single blow!"
As Jiu Zhao's tone of voice rose and fell, Zhu Yan also cooperated with it, showing an expression of surprise or immersion.
Occasionally, when he saw the expression on Jiu Zhao's face when she mentioned that she was not as good as Ying Luo, he would comfort her with just the right words.
Praise her for how majestic she looks when she cracks the whip.
He reached the celestial immortal status at the age of less than 40,000 years old. Throughout the hundreds of thousands of years of history, there have been very few people who have achieved this.
Listening to the young man's soft words, and looking back on the past events that he was reluctant to accept, Jiu Zhao realized that he had let go of a lot.
She yearned for her carefree youth, untroubled by worldly concerns. Suddenly, she heard the young man casually ask, "Prince Yingluo received guidance from the Emperor, which enabled him to master his superb swordsmanship. So, what about his medical skills? They're so impressive. Did he learn from the Southern Divine King?"
There is Sichen in martial arts and Qiongying in medicine.
This is a common saying circulating in Sanqingtian.
Sichen is the name of the God Emperor, and he is the true number one in martial arts.
However, the saying "Qiongying is the best doctor" is more or less exaggerated because of Qiongying's status as the God King of Nanling.
Outsiders don't know the truth, but as a goddess, how could she not know it?
Jiu Zhao raised the corner of his lips, and said with a half-smile: "Of course not, isn't there a more famous Xing than King Qiongying——"
As soon as she said this, she suddenly woke up and realized her slip of the tongue.
Zhu Yan was still unaware, he just looked into her eyes and asked with a smile: "Miss, who is more famous?"
Jiu Zhao rolled his eyes, unable to think of a good excuse, so he prevaricated, "Hey, I've already said I'm not proficient in medicine, so how can I know who is more powerful than King Qiongying, or who Ying Luo's teacher is - in short, he won't look down on you, don't worry!"
Jiu Zhao was unwilling to say anything, so Zhu Yan wisely gave up asking any further questions.
He smiled, and his worries were reassured by his beloved, and his expression became brighter.
"Um!"
He nodded vigorously. "I just need to trust Miss with all my heart and not think about anything else."
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