Chapter 129: Good Spring is Worth a Dream
"A beautiful spring day is worse than a dream. In the dream, the grass smells green. Carry your dream with you. There are blue sky, white clouds, green mountains and clear waters, and a gentle breeze blowing the setting sun..."
Zhao Mingzhu sat on the horse, holding a dogtail grass in his mouth.
Gu Qingheng held the reins and listened quietly to the tune which was obviously different from the current one.
"Mingzhu, is this a song from your hometown?"
Zhao Mingzhu chewed the grass stems and nodded. It was okay to tell him this.
Anyway, he now knows what he should know, and he also knows what he shouldn't know.
There is no need to hide it.
"What's it like there? Pearl's hometown."
Zhao Mingzhu thought about it and roughly summarized it:
"A prosperous world with basic freedoms, no war, equality between men and women, monogamy, and everyone can pursue the future they want."
If you can’t achieve it, that’s another matter. —To Zhao Mingzhu, the hardworking man.
Gu Qingheng listened quietly. He had already noticed the difference in Zhao Mingzhu's background.
Although she spoke humbly, her eyes were bright and clear, and she had never shown any true surrender or lowering of her head.
She is optimistic, sunny, and has an undisciplined vitality.
Gu Qingheng seemed to have a vague glimpse of the outline of that prosperous era through the words uttered by Zhao Mingzhu.
"Is Mingzhu's hometown a paradise?"
He remembered what Zhao Mingzhu said to him when he was little in his dream.
After hearing this, Zhao Mingzhu thought about it and realized that the modern world also has many shortcomings, but compared to it, this is indeed a paradise.
So she nodded readily: "Yes, I think it is heaven. But the heaven we refer to over there has a different meaning."
Gu Qingheng didn't ask any further questions, his thoughts drifted far away, and he didn't know what he was thinking about.
At this time he asked again: "What kind of people are Mingzhu's father and mother?"
Zhao Mingzhu answered even faster: "I don't know. I'm an orphan."
A hammer lightly hit Gu Qingheng's heart. His eyes fell on the profile of Zhao Mingzhu, the hair on it was clearly visible.
"Pearl."
"I'm fine. When I was a kid, at most I didn't have enough to eat. Compared to you, I'm living a pretty good life." At least he wasn't in any personal danger, nor was he abused.
Zhao Mingzhu really felt this way from the bottom of her heart, but Gu Qingheng, who heard this, did not think so.
"Stop, don't say such pitiful things about me." Zhao Mingzhu turned her head and gave a warning look.
Then he turned around and continued to sing: "Don't look at me as just a sheep, the intelligence of a sheep is beyond your imagination..."
After a while, Gu Qingheng listened for a long time, then asked quietly, "Why only sing this one line?"
Zhao Mingzhu turned around and raised her fist in warning: "Because I only know this one line, do you have any objections?"
As she spoke, she leaned close to Gu Qingheng's ear and sang in her hoarse voice.
"Don't look at me as just a sheep. Sheep are incredibly smart!"
"Sheep are incredibly smart!"
“Unbelievably clever!”
“Unbelievable!”
"Nest Butterfly!"
Gu Qingheng pulled her away, a helpless look flashing across his eyes: "You are the mother, the father, and the daughter-in-law, aren't you tired?"
Zhao Mingzhu was about to say that she was not tired, but suddenly remembered the nonsense she had said when she had deceived little Gu Qingheng.
Disrespect for the elderly is a concrete manifestation.
She sat up straight and pretended not to understand.
Zhao Mingzhu was happy all the way. She sang when she wanted to and ate when she wanted to.
Until I saw a small town not far away.
"Hey, where are we?"
"A small town on the edge of Spring City."
It turns out I’m still in Spring City.
Zhao Mingzhu was puzzled as to how Gu Qingheng could recognize the road.
She didn't even see him go back, and he actually came out without taking a single detour?
Zhao Mingzhu felt dissatisfied. Why was there such a big gap between people?
She felt unhappy and wanted to cause trouble.
So she twisted this way and that, and made a couple of clicks and twisted this way and that.
However, she soon calmed down.
Because there is a top feeling at the back.
Zhao Mingzhu's body was stiff, and she listened to Gu Qingheng's voice as usual and asked why he wasn't moving.
She didn't move her body, but turned her head and said viciously: "Can you hold back a little!"
In broad daylight, isn't it glorious?
Her cheeks were puffed up, a bit like a pufferfish. Gu Qingheng chuckled and bumped heads with her:
"Mingzhu, please help me."
This man has the face of a banished immortal and speaks like a gangster.
Zhao Mingzhu looked dazed. She finally understood that she couldn't beat him when it came to flirting.
Zhao Mingzhu became even angrier.
"Shameless."
Zhao Mingzhu jumped off the horse and walked to the town by herself.
As soon as she crossed the bridge, Zhao Mingzhu saw an old acquaintance.
"Miss, would you like to take my pulse? Diseases must be detected and treated early."
"You are sick." The girl spat and left.
Bo Ling was very depressed. He had been setting up his stall for a long time, but no one was willing to come.
He said no one would come if they didn't ask for money.
He has no vision. He is a descendant of witchcraft!
Just as he was complaining in his heart, Bo Ling noticed someone sitting down in front of him and heard the other person say, "Let me see."
The voice seemed familiar... Then he was secretly happy that someone had finally come. He coughed twice, touched his mustache, and turned his head.
"The girl's pulse is strong and smooth, and she is in good health."
Then he frowned. "But as the saying goes, nourishing your body and mind daily is also of paramount importance. I have a beauty-enhancing decoction here. You can take it home and drink it. Within three months, I'll make sure you can taste its benefits."
"Bullshit! You quack!"
Zhao Mingzhu withdrew her hand. It was obvious that there was poison in her body, but Bo Ling, the quack doctor, deliberately concealed it and wanted to make money from her!
Bo Ling was unhappy when he heard this. He no longer cared about pretending to be a blind doctor and opened his eyes indignantly:
"How can I be considered a quack doctor... I'm clearly the Crown Princess?"
"Hmm." Zhao Mingzhu hugged his chest and sneered.
Bo Ling walked past her and saw Gu Qingheng leading a horse behind him.
"Your Highness, you are finally here."
Zhao Mingzhu tilted her head to look at the curtain beside her: "You're a good doctor, why are you pretending to be blind?"
As Bo Ling packed his things, he replied, "Changshu said that you people in the Central Plains do this to increase your credibility."
Zhao Mingzhu frowned after hearing this: "I've heard of fortune-telling like this, but I've never heard of doctors doing the same."
Bo Ling was putting his things away when he realized that Changshu was playing a trick on him?!
Zhao Mingzhu started to make trouble for the doctor. She reached out and pulled off Bo Ling's fake beard:
"Can you please stop? Are you pretending not to know that I have a Zi Gu in my body? Bo Ling, you recognized me from the very beginning."
Bo Ling was confused. What was that? He was about to defend himself when he saw Gu Qingheng looking at him without saying a word.
Bo Ling's hair stood on end, and he endured it silently.
"Princess, you are right."
He really wanted to fight with these unscrupulous masters who preferred beauties to their subordinates.
Subordinates are also human beings!
Zhao Mingzhu asked him what he was doing here, and Bo Ling said he was waiting for her and the Crown Prince.
Zhao Mingzhu was a little hungry and looked around for a place to eat. After hearing this, she turned back and asked in confusion:
"How did you know we would come here? And wait for us specially?"
Then appeared that chilling sight.
Bo Ling's mind worked very quickly: "Hahaha, I guessed."
Zhao Mingzhu rolled her eyes after hearing this and walked towards the wonton stall.
"You're so good at guessing, so guess whether I'll let you pay for this meal?"
Bo Ling was sitting there waiting to eat, when he heard this he asked in disbelief:
"I still owe Changhe a lot of money. Princess, can you bear it?"
"Have the heart."
"Your Highness, look at her!"
"Hold it."
Bo Ling suddenly.
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