After Becoming the Hero’s Ex-fiancée

Chapter 149: Canglan News

"You prefer to be more docile?"

The candlelight faintly illuminated this small room red. It was only then that Zheng Wan discovered that the roller shutters, veils, and even the soft quilts on the bed did not know when A Niang was replaced with scarlet red.

The face was flushed with red fever.

She pushed him:

"You said you haven't overheard?"

As he said, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up a little.

"The soul consciousness of a monk in the magical realm can reach hundreds of feet, and I have a thousand feet."

"When the Taoist said this, he stole the buns from the thief, quibblingly saying,'My hand is long, this bun runs like my own hands'-a rascal."

The rogue did not say anything.

Zheng Wan looked up, but he couldn't help but smile when he saw his thin ice and Qiongyu face covered with crimson.

"Since that Daojun's soul consciousness is so powerful, if you accidentally bump into someone else's line... Yushuizhihuan, how can this be good?"

Bo Bing Qiongyu became hot and red, but her voice was still cold:

"Have never seen."

See Zheng Wan's unbelief: "The soul consciousness of the cultivator is not allowed to enter the house without permission."

"...Oh. Why did the Dao Monarch enter my house alone and enter the scented boudoir at night?"

Cui Wang looked away:

"You are different."

"Where is it different? Come on, where is it different?"

At this time, the clappers outside the street have begun to ring for the third time:

"...The sky is dry and things are dry, beware of fire candles, the sky is dry and things are dry, be careful of fire candles."

There was only a beeping candle in the room.

"There is a street of Chiba Begonia on Qiming Street in Fengwu City. The flowers bloom all the year round and are beautiful, but I never cared about it.

"So?"

"Only the begonia that is transplanted into the mansion, cared for by the monarch, and watered every day, every time she drops a flower or every leaf she drops, she will be tempted, which makes people intolerable."

I can't bear to pull the wire.

These words, like countless small but significant stones, smashed into Zheng Wan's heart.

Itchy, sour, soft, and numb.

She was silent and grinning:

"So, Daojun couldn't help but secretly take a look at this Haitang?"

Cui Wang pursed his mouth:

"……Yes."

"Cui Wang, you are so cute."

"Men must not pretend to be cute."

Cui Wang's face swelled up suddenly, like a smelly and hard stone.

Zheng Wan is not afraid of him.

This man is a paper tiger.

"Daojun asked me just now, is it happy and meek?"

"Well."

Zheng Yu stood on tiptoe and said softly in his ear:

"I don't like anyone."

"then you--"

"——I only like you."

"Oh?"

"Yep."

Zheng Wan raised his head quietly, and saw the smile of the man made of ice and snow before his mouth died, and he couldn't help but smile.

"Cui Wang, did you send this rattan box?"

Zheng Wan pushed him away, squatted down and looked at the stuff sent by the round-faced monk, "What's inside?"

"It's some... gadgets."

Cui Wang looked a little uncomfortable, "It doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter if you send someone to send it in the middle of the night?"

Zheng Wan looked around and found a small lock on the side of the rattan box, a very beautiful and exquisite copper core lock, and a small rose flower, the size of a grain of rice, was carved on the lock.

The smile at the corners of her mouth became softer, and she squatted on the ground, her feather-like skirt dangling on the ground, she raised her head like this:

"Cui Wang, you always remember."

Begonia flower, peach blossom paper, pear blossom white, sword spike, white jade crown...

He seems indifferent, but he is always in the details, with an inadvertent and unmoving tenderness.

"Did you carve this crabapple flower?"

She looked at Cui Wang, her eyes resembling the sparkling lake water, clear and quiet, completely different from the usual spoiled, willful and pretentious woman.

Cui Wang also squatted down:

"No."

"Oh……"

Zheng Wan's ears drooped in disappointment, "No."

"Not all of them."

Zheng Wan immediately became happy:

"You are so kind, Cui Wang."

The smile under her eyes made Cui Wang shook his head.

Zheng Wan put his finger on the lock, and the copper core lock seemed to sense something, and it immediately popped out.

The rattan box opened.

"this is……"

Zheng Yu looked at the contents of the rattan box in surprise.

Indeed, as Cui Wang said, it is not very precious, but it makes her rarely moved.

A dozen puppets lined up.

The little people wear a bun on their heads, and they wear beautiful skirts. The skirts are all made of thousand-year-old ice silk, and they are of different colors. These little people have not painted their faces, and they are not even amazing in terms of the carving skills. It can be concluded that when this man was initially engraving, his technique was even considered crude and awkward, and it was not until later that he began to become more comfortable.

"You carved it?"

Zheng Wan's fingers slid across the puppets one by one.

At the first sight of the plum garden, azure green brocade, pure white feather cloak bloodstone hairpin; on the day of the stall, light red gauze, high bun cloud temples and golden steps; selection of mountain gates, neat white skirts, white silk ribbons of hair; enter the mountain gate, Goose yellow robe, single hair bun with golden step shake... In the end, it was in the fantasy world of a mortal boat. She was dressed in a red dress, her sleeves closed, and she drank wine together.

Under the puppets, there are one after another beautiful clothes. These beautiful clothes are all rare things that Zheng Yu had seen in the clothes shop before but couldn't afford it.

A large black cloak made of silk from a thousand-year-old snow spirit spider; shark beads are pendants with scales, and there are even all kinds of small clothes... green red and light green, tea white and heavy ink, and so on.

"you--"

Zheng Wan suddenly closed the rattan box.

She stared at the vine box in horror, as if there was a monster inside.

The monster wanted to rush out anytime and anywhere, scratching her heart, moving her god, making her feel uneasy.

In the mortal world, the princes wanted to please her. They all went to the Jinyu shop and spent a lot of money, but there was never one, like Cui Wang, clumsy and eager, to please her with these playthings.

"I carved it."

Cui Wang was not awkward anymore. His eyes fell on the vine box with rare softness, "When I miss you, I will do it for a while; when I hate you, I will do it for a while. Unconsciously...I'm tired so much. ."

"you--"

"You are not asking, why did I make the peach branch?"

Zheng Wan opened her mouth, and she didn't even notice how pale her face was.

She used to complain that he looked down on her, complained that he didn't like her, and teased him like a cat or puppy; now she felt that she was the one who didn't deserve it.

Compared with his bottomless affection, her joy seemed too frivolous and too cheap.

"Wanyu, marry me."

"Be my Taoist companion."

Cui Wang stopped talking about the Taozhiren, leaned over and picked up the puppet in the red wedding dress.

Looking closer, the pomegranate patterns on the little man are all embroidered vividly.

Zheng Wan looked at his open palm, and the little man's red wedding gown stabbed her eyes.

"The clothes of these puppets..."

Cui Wang seemed to see what she was thinking, shook his head, and laughed blankly:

"Wanyu, you look at me too high, how can I do these things?"

"that--"

Cui Wang flicked his sleeves, and a thick pile of yellow rice paper fell from his storage ring onto the long table in front of her window.

Zheng Wan walked over and found that clothes were painted on the yellow rice paper.

Those skirts were all worn by her, and even some, she didn’t even remember them, and she could only recall them when she saw them. In the mortal world, she had many such dresses, and only wore them once. There will be no more skirts on the upper body.

As for Cui Wang, he even drew the lines on the skirt.

"Son Lingling Cui, this painting skill is really amazing."

"I ordered people to send them to the clothes shop, find the embroiderers, and embroider them one by one."

"Cui Wang, then you..."

I can remember the clothes clearly, and I have never forgotten the patterns and patterns, but why didn't I paint people?

Zheng Wan suddenly understood.

He doesn't paint her, but he is competing with himself.

"Zheng Yu, I stunned the Cui clan. If I want to reconnect with you Xingyang Zheng clan forever, do you wish?"

Zheng Wan found that he hesitated unexpectedly.

She did like him, but she also had no hope for the future.

A cultivator has a long life. He has already advanced to the magical realm. Maybe he will break into the infinite realm soon. Ten thousand years, how long? Can the love of men and women stand up to ten thousand years?

Cui Wang seemed to see what she meant, and his eyes sank suddenly:

"You don't want it?"

"If you and I part ways in the future, why not just get along as lovers, so as not to hurt peace in the future."

"No." Cui Wang said coldly, "Don't think about it."

"When I am with you, I will not get involved with others." Zheng Yu vowed, "Isn't it better to have a comfortable relationship with each other?"

"not good."

Cui Wang threw the red puppet into the rattan box, and said coldly to Zheng Wan’s distressed exclamation, “This monarch is different from you. Back road."

He muffled:

"If you had thoughts of playing, why bother to provoke me?"

"I--"

"Xi Yu Jingxia, you look like a dungeon, but you haven't thought about it at this time?"

"I haven't thought about it." Zheng Wan said honestly, "I have never been moved by others. Where can I think about so much? When I feel sad, I feel that you are sorry for me; as for the future--"

"You didn't think about it."

"Yes, I didn't dare to think about it."

People who die of life are precarious and have fun in time. What do you think of so many things?

Zheng Wan struggled with his neck and made strong words:

"Cui Wang, you are a high-ranking Taoist monarch. If you want to give benefits, you will retreat if you want to retreat. How can I, a little monk, dare to think more?

"You little monk?"

Cui Wang shook his head, "You little monk strangled my neck, you dare to run wild on my head."

Zheng Wan pouted his mouth, his eyes turned to the rattan box, think about it, it's better to smooth the hair.

She tugged at his wide sleeves and looked at him with Qing Lingling's eyes:

"Cui Wang, don't be angry, okay?"

"Good? Good?"

Cui Wang looked at her slender fingers like green onions, and suddenly remembered that in Shifang's illusion, she timidly tugged at his cuff, flattering and terrified.

She is always good at using words to confuse him.

"Really not happy anyone else? The prince—"

Cui Wang sighed.

"Of course." Zheng Yu said of course, "to make me happy, Zheng Yu must be someone like you, the Daoist."

The anger in Cui Wang's heart was calmed down with an aura.

But still a little unwilling:

"Say Huanxi, but don't want to be a Taoist companion with me."

"Who said he didn't want to?" Zheng Wan wrinkled his nose, "I, Aye Aniang, don't like you."

This is of course one reason.

"What if you are willing to Aye Aniang?"

Zheng Shan made a vow:

"Wan Wan's heart to Cui Wangquan can be seen in the sun and the moon."

"you said."

Cui Wang looked at her and suddenly smiled.

In the clear glow of the crescent moon, he stretched his eyebrows and smiled like a spring breeze:

"I will leave Awan to you."

He flicked his sleeves and sent Awan out of the storage ring.

Awan turned dizzy and fell to the ground, just listening to his master said: "Awan, you will follow Zheng Zhenjun to serve in the future."

"True Monarch!" Awan bounced around, "Awan misses you so much."

It touched its head, swung its big mouth to the side, and cried out with a "wow":

"Awan is bald again!"

Zheng Wan calmed the wooden man, looked up and saw that Cui Wang was about to leave, and said hurriedly:

"Are you going?"

Cui Wang turned his head, his eyes darkened:

"Wanyu, your Aye and Aniang are here, behave."

Zheng Wan blushed at the meaning of his words:

"Which told you this?"

Cui Wang didn't answer, he looked back at her deeply:

"Awan, do as the Lord said."

After all, people turned into swords, and Bai Yingying's light flew out of the window and disappeared into the sky.

"Hey."

Zheng Wan couldn't say enough, and looked at Awan annoyedly, "Awan, you make me a bed."

Awan touched his bare head and went to make the bed dejectedly.

Zheng Wan just sat down, and the second volume of "Mo Xujing" has not yet been seen. She can't practice the exercises, so she can only run the "Soul Soul Art" and "Magic Art" over and over again——

It wasn't until the sky was clear and bright that he woke up from meditation.

"Speaking of which, your cultivation level can be considered a thousand miles away."

Mother-in-law Jin said, "Ice Phoenix, in the middle of knowing the micro realm, this trip is worth it for you."

Zheng Wan felt lonely.

In terms of strength, her name is not yet on the Wuya list.

"When you find the second half of the "Moxu Jing", you will know what it means to create the sky with one method. At that time, you will make the sun shine, and the monks of the same rank in the Profound Cang world, no one is your opponent."

"Cui Wang is here—"

"Your friend?" Mother-in-law Jin smiled unclearly. "The trick of fate lies in the unpredictability. Your friend is very lucky, but you got a hand in the middle-that's hard to say."

Zheng Wan was puzzled and was about to ask again, but he heard a sudden voice from the courtyard:

"Wanyu, come out!"

Aye's voice.

It sounds very angry.

Zheng Wan had never heard Aye's tone to himself. Most of the time, he was unwilling to even speak loudly to himself.

...But what happened?

Zheng Yu's heart shuddered, and just a little bit between his feet, he put on his clothes to stay, causing the ice hiding technique to open the door.

But seeing the courtyard, where the lilac blossoms, Awan raised his head, opened his mouth and looked blankly at the angry man in front of him, still holding a pile of...

Canglan Newspaper?

Canglan newspapers seemed to be fluttering snow, spreading on the table and on the ground in the courtyard.

Zheng Wan said in his heart:

Oops.

My life is over.

"Wanyu, what does this say?" Zheng Zhai flicked the Canglan newspaper, and the thin paper rustled. "Look, what do you remember about this? These days, you have the same surname as Cui. 'S kid in the same place?"

In the newspaper, with great length and head up, it reads "Two or three things about the charm of the true monarch of Yuqing Gate and Liwei Daojun at Guixumen", the top one, and the "Liwei Daojun rushes to the crown". An anger is a confidant, and he utters rhetoric to a certain man who wants to enjoy the real monarch, asking for an appointment to fight" Yunyun.

"Aye, where did you get the Canglan Newspaper?"

This thing is not cheap.

One sheet can cost ten Yuanzhu, and there are mortals in the academy, but no one will order it, and no one will order it.

"This wooden man dried on the table early in the morning."

Zheng Zhai pointed at Awan, and Awan nodded ignorantly, then shook his head:

"The Daoist asked Awan to sort it out according to the date, and he will come next time."

"..."

Thinking of Cui Wang's instructions to Awan when he left, Zheng Wan suddenly understood.

This guy--

"What if you are willing to Aye Aniang?"

"Wanyu's heart to Daojun's fist and fist, the sun and the moon are clear."

Yes, Sun Moon.