Chapter 67: Something Higher Than the Art of Disgusting
Chen Qingshan and Dao Shisan left the Baiyi Hou Mansion. The night was getting a little late, but Chen Qingshan still wanted to go back to Fengshan Courtyard. Although his Taiping Hou Mansion was opposite, there was no A Nan in the Taiping Hou Mansion.
Only gorgeous carriages and horses passed on the streets, and there were fewer pedestrians. After all, this is an inner city, and there are very few people without carriages and horses.
Someone started to sprinkle water on the street, and then cleaned the street. Chen Qingshan and Dao Shisan were walking on the road, but they seemed a little out of place on the street.
But obviously, the two of them didn't care about this.
The sound of horses' hooves and wheels sounded, somewhat urgently.
Chen Qingshan put his hand on Dao Shisan's shoulder and nimbly dodged a carriage rushing from the opposite side. Dao Shisan looked back and raised his middle finger towards the carriage.
"Did you do anything to that little white dragon?" Chen Qingshan patted the dust on his clothes. From the moment he heard Dao Shisan say that the little white dragon would have bad luck, Chen Qingshan knew that Dao Shisan
More or less, he did something to the little white dragon.
It's just that Chen Qingshan didn't know what Dao Shisan did and what method he used.
Dao Shisan sold it out, saying that Chen Qingshan would know about it by then. Anyway, Xiao Bailong would definitely let him go, unless he didn't want to die anymore. Dao Shisan knew that if you were extremely unlucky, you would die.
"After you left, A Nan liked to stand under the peach tree, just looking at the scenery and not talking, but I know that she probably hoped that you would come back safely." Dao Shisan changed the topic.
"She is a good girl." Dao Shisan said again.
Chen Qingshan walked on the square street, stepping on the bluestone slabs. The slabs in Chang'an were no different from those in Jishui Town, except that they were larger and smoother.
Chen Qingshan responded to Shisan's words: "Yes, A Nan is a very good girl, I want to marry her."
"Of course you want to marry her, but let's agree first that I won't be able to afford the money to buy you gifts on that day," Dao Shisan said.
"As long as they arrive, don't you know how to speak? Just read us a few auspicious words." Chen Qingshan replied.
"That's okay." Dao Shisan agreed.
The two of them stopped talking and quickened their pace, returning to Shengyan Academy.
There is a person under the peach blossom tree, who is a little thin. That is A Nan.
Dao Shisan entered the small courtyard very wisely, leaving behind Chen Qingshan and Anan.
There was no hug or kiss, just a simple and clear sentence: "You are back."
It's just that there are too many emotions in this simple sentence. If Chen Qingshan hadn't come back, A Nan would have been waiting like this for a long, long time.
Sometimes, hugs and kisses are warm, but they may not be real emotions. Only companionship and waiting can be true love.
"Yes, I'm back." Chen Qingshan replied.
"It'll be good if you come back safely." A-Nan's words were still bland, too bland to taste. But A-Nan said it would be good if he came back safely. So for A-Nan, it must be a good thing for Chen Qingshan to come back safely.
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"I promised you to come back for the New Year. Let's go to the Lantern Festival together on New Year's Day." Chen Qingshan suggested.
There is a tradition in the Tang Dynasty. Every New Year, there will be a lantern festival. It is a very lively lantern festival and there are many people at the lantern festival.
The vendors will go out to make a living and earn more money to spend on the New Year. Princes, princes and grandsons will sail on painted boats and cross the canal, full of youthful spirits.
There will also be storytellers, shadow puppets, candied haws, candy blowers and the like.
Chen Qingshan thinks girls should like lively things.
"Okay." A Nan smiled and agreed. She didn't care what Chen Qingshan wanted to do with her, as long as they were by Chen Qingshan's side.
It is a good thing to just look at the person you like by your side.
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That night, the young prince in white clothes suddenly fell ill. His whole body was covered with scales, like a fish, and the smell was so bad that all the ministers in the mansion were unable to do anything.
The imperial doctor was invited from the imperial city overnight, but even the imperial doctor could do nothing because all the physical characteristics of the little white dragon were normal.
"What should we do?" A housekeeper who looked like an old slave was pacing back and forth in the room, looking at the little white dragon lying on the bed from time to time. Other servants and worshipers from the white-clothed Hou Mansion were also in the room, and some
A look of fear.
As the pained sound of the little white dragon rang out, black water gushes out from under the floor. Even on the roof, black water continued to seep out, as if it was strange.
This is Xiao Bailong's method, Shuize Tiandi, or more precisely, Shuizhe Tiandi that has been infected by bad luck. Xiao Bailong used this method unconsciously, and this method is now going to devour its owner.
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The scales covered the little white dragon's face, and the little white dragon's face turned into the head of a fish dragon. Tentacles stretched out from inside, trying to pull the little white dragon down.
"Save the little Marquis quickly!" The housekeeper's eyes were splitting, and several worshipers took action to pull the little white dragon back. However, the black water continued to gush out, and the little white dragon's body continued to deteriorate.
"There is no other way but to ask the Marquis." The old housekeeper sighed and made a decision.
Bai Yihou's visit to Yuzhang Prefecture was actually a pretense for the outside world. What he wanted was to make outsiders think that Bai Yihou was not in the Hou Mansion, thus delaying some time.
The Marquis in Baiyi has been in the mansion all the time and has told him not to disturb him unless something shocking happens. But now the situation of the young Marquis is like a disaster for the entire Marquis in Baiyi mansion.
The old housekeeper left the house and went to the waterside lake where Xiao Bailong was hosting a banquet today to invite the Marquis in White.
"Master Marquis." In Xiao Bailong's house, the servants and worshipers bowed respectfully to the visitor. This was a man as rich as jade. He was dressed in plain clothes and looked a bit like an immortal descending to earth.
"You guys should step back first and I'll take care of it." The Marquis in Bai waved his hand slightly to disperse the people in the room.
The Marquis in Baiyi stepped on the floor, but the strange black water on the ground was not even close to it. Disgust appeared on Baiyihou's face.
"What the hell, get out!"
A wave of spiritual pressure appeared in the room, and the strange thing quickly dissipated as if it had seen its nemesis.
Bai Yihou used his great magic power to disperse the water and the world, but he was helpless because of the scales on the little white dragon's body.
A seal was placed on the little white dragon. The white-clothed Marquis flew straight to Mingyue Tower and brought back a warlock from Si Tianjian. The warlock was also in the seventh realm. The warlock looked like an old woman, holding a wooden staff.
The top is engraved with a human head, known as Ghost Granny. She comes from the Miao border and was once one of the great witch blessings in the Miao border witch temple.
What he is good at is the art of hating victory, using curses to kill people.
"Granny Ghost, I suspect that my son has fallen prey to the art of hating victory, so I ask you to come and help me, thank you for your help." Outside the house, the Marquis in Baiyi bowed sincerely to Granny Ghost.
"It's okay." The ghost grandmother's hoarse voice sounded, and she opened the door with a human-headed wooden stick.
At this time, there were still drops of black water dripping from the house, and they happened to fall on the hands of the old lady. Her fingers like dead branches gently kneaded the water drops. When they reached the hands of the old lady, the water was given
toughness.
Granny Ghost dropped the water droplets. The water droplets lost their toughness and fell to the floor with a clatter.
Then he came to Xiao Bailong's bed with a human-headed wooden stick. Regardless of the fishy smell on his body, he pinched off a piece of fish scale and looked at it carefully.
The wrinkled face of Granny Ghost slowly smiled: "The interesting thing is not the art of hating victory, but something higher than the art of hating victory."
Bai Yihou appeared next to the ghost grandmother: "Grandma, do you have a solution?"
Granny Ghost shook her head.
"Then where's the fun in this?" Bai Yihou was a little annoyed. After all, this was his own child and he couldn't joke around.
The ghost mother-in-law seemed not to have heard of Bai Yihou's anger, and just answered Bai Yihou's question: "I saw something higher than the art of hating victory, so naturally I found it interesting. I can't save the young prince, but I can revive him.
I can't help you with other things, and you'll get burned."
Granny Ghost didn't know what was wrong with the little white dragon, but she was once a witch Zhu, so she knew somehow that this was something she couldn't get involved with.
In other words, this kind of thing is something that only people with destiny or immortals can see and control.
The old lady took out a green worm from the wooden stick and said that if the worm was taken, the little white dragon would be able to wake up, but it would only wake it up and would not relieve its condition.
After all, what Xiao Bailong suffered from was not a disease at all.