Yu Pingfei looked at the bullwhip in a daze, and after a while, he found his voice: "Is this what I bought for me?"

As soon as Rong Shang threw down the medicine, he turned around and heard her surprised voice, he thought she was too moved.

But she deserves to be moved. He lived for more than 100,000 years, and this was the first time he bought medicine for someone.

He raised his jaw lightly and did not answer her directly: "Don't you go and decoct the medicine?"

Yu Zhengzheng heard it. He was deliberately messing with her. Otherwise, who would buy a bullwhip and come back?

She gritted her teeth and glared at his back, wishing she could stuff the bullwhip into his anus.

But her unrealistic ideas could only be enjoyed in her mind. She left angrily with a bullwhip.

As soon as Yu Pingchuan left, Xiao Yuqing couldn't wait any longer.

The Ghost King's aura is too strong. When he is with the Ghost King, it seems that there is a layer of domineering and invisible pressure on his body, like a jack pressing on his chest, making it very difficult to breathe.

Xiao Yuqing was about to find an excuse to leave, but heard the man in front of him ask: "Do you like Yu Pingzheng?"

He was stunned for a moment, and after a while he realized that it was the Ghost King who was asking him.

Xiao Yuqing thought for a while, pursed her lips and replied, "Miss Yu is very good, she is cheerful and kind, no one will dislike her."

Rong Shang sneered lightly, look, what kind of thing she likes.

I didn't even dare to admit a word of open love, but just sleekly playing Tai Chi. If this is the so-called "like", it would be too despicable.

Rong Shangshang sat down with a slow skeleton, his fingers with clear bones bent slightly, and he gently knocked on the stone table: "Are you Xiao Lichi's adopted son?"

Xiao Yuqing nodded: "Yes."

Rong smiled on her lips and greeted her kindly: "Why is that old guy not dead yet?"

Xiao Yuqing: “…”

His calmness was a little uneasy: "My father is in good health and well-being."

Rong Shang nodded: "Yes, the thousand-year-old turtle, the thousand-year-old turtle, Xiao Lichi still has to live another thousand-year-old turtle, and get a turtle out."

Xiao Yuqing: "???"

He began to recall whether his adoptive father and the Ghost King had ever made enemies, but after thinking for a long time, he couldn't find any clue.

The adoptive father rarely mentioned the Ghost King, but because he was a little dissatisfied with the Ghost King's actions of taking Xiang Feng in, he would occasionally complain about the Ghost King.

But that was just a simple complaint. Even if Xiang Feng killed his adopted father's junior sister, his adoptive father would not offend the Ghost King for revenge.

After all, there are tens of thousands of disciples of the Yuling Sect behind her. The adoptive father cannot be so selfish and ignore them just to avenge them.

Just when he didn't know how to respond to the Ghost King, the others got up one after another and walked out of the room.

Xiao Yuqing breathed a sigh of relief, and finally no longer had to deal with the Ghost King alone.

Not long after, Yu Zhengchang, who went to the kitchen, also came back. Xiang Feng saw everyone, so he wanted to lead everyone to a poetry party.

Yu Pingchuan didn't want to escape anymore. Not to mention that the Ghost King could not escape by his side, even if she ran away, she had to survive.

The Seventh Prince told her that as long as the Ghost King dies, the breath on the silver chain will disappear.

The Ghost King couldn't take off the chain for her with his own hands. If she wanted to escape from here alive, she had to cooperate with the Seventh Prince to kill the Ghost King.

The bull whip suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, and she couldn't help but glar at the white shadow in front of her. No wonder she has been single for tens of thousands of years.

Only fools like him if they look ordinary and don’t do human affairs.

Just as she passed by the medicine shop, she stopped and prepared to go in and buy some pain-relieving herbs in her mouth, so as not to get up dysmenorrhea and unable to walk.

As soon as she entered, she heard the shopkeeper spitting and chatting with people: "A generous young man came early in the morning and said he wanted to buy medicine for women, and the most expensive and the best. I could see at a glance that he had kidney deficiency and wrapped all the bullwhip of the treasure in the store."

The shopkeeper touched Jin Yuanbao with relief: "I guess that young man must be alive at this moment, and he is full of energy."

Yu Pingsheng: "..."

If nothing unexpected happens, that rich young man may be referring to the Ghost King.

She bit her lower lip lightly, and a trace of trance flashed in her eyes.

Could it be that she blamed him wrongly?

He wanted to buy her medicine, but the shopkeeper had a wrong idea, so he brought back a bullwhip?

Yu Zhengzheng bought painkiller herbs from the medicine shop. She stuffed two mouthfuls of herbs into her mouth, a little absent-minded.

The lower abdomen was filled with soreness, and the wound in front of the ribs was also implicated and it was a slight pain. The pain made her feel uncomfortable all over, and her mind was in a daze.

There are not many days in the human world. Regardless of whether she wants it or not, the Seventh Prince will definitely force her to give the medicine to the Ghost King in the past two days. At that time, the Seventh Prince will bring thunderstorms, and he will definitely die for a lifetime.

Although he hated it very much, he only counted one code and today she owed him a thank you.

She sighed and chased after her in small steps.

Yu Pingzheng followed him, hesitated for a moment, slowly stretched out his little hand and gently pulled the corner of his sleeves in his robe.

Her movements shocked everyone, and countless gazes fell on her hands. They turned their heads one after another, as if they had expected the bloody scene of the next moment.

The Ghost King is arrogant and has a serious obsession with cleanliness, so no one dares to touch him.

The last person who reached out to meet him had been chopped into meat and fed to the dog, and he didn't even have a soul left.

Yu Pingchuan just served the Ghost King for two nights, but he really regarded himself as a special existence.

Rong Shang paused, glanced at everyone's burning gaze, turned his head and glanced at her side, as if waiting for her to speak.

He doesn't like other people's contacts, so does her.

Her green onion fingers tightly grasped the corner of his clothes, and her fingertips turned slightly white because they tried too hard, and her voice trembled: "Thank you."

Rong Shang was stunned.

He heard others say that I like you, and he also heard others say that I hate you, and the one he heard the most was, 'You must die a good death'.

But she was the first person to say thank you to him.

His fingertips gently stroked the jade ring on his thumb, and his lowered eyelashes covered the bottom of his eyes, making people unable to see clearly. The curvature of his lips revealed his emotions at the moment.

Rong Shang said "Yeah" without saltiness and continued to walk forward.

Xiao Yuqing looked at her hands thoughtfully, her eyes slightly sunken.

When Yu Pingchuan looked up, he saw the dumb people.

She was a little puzzled: "What's wrong?"

Xiang Feng looked strange: "You just reached out to touch the corner of the king's clothes."

Yu Pingchuan was even more confused: "Yes."

She didn't kiss him in public, but just pulled his sleeve. As for making such a fuss?

Everyone was thinking about something, but they all looked at her in surprise, as if they were watching some alien creature.

Especially the Seventh Prince, his eyes were almost stuck to her.

Yu Pingzheng came to the place of the outing poetry party in this strange atmosphere.

The original purpose of the poetry meeting was to match the nobles and beautiful people in the capital, so the location was chosen near the Marriage Temple outside the capital.

The temple of Marriage is surrounded by mountains and close to rivers. During the day, you can recite poems and essays in the mountain pavilions, and at night you can take a boat tour of the river. It is a place that is very suitable for romance and love.

Before he could climb to the Temple of History, Yu Pingchang saw Nangong Tianba. He was leaning against the stone railing and facing the sky forty-five degrees of sadness.

The aristocratic aura of Shamatt on him attracted many ladies and daughters around him. They wanted to get close to him but did not dare, so they could only hide shyly and peek at him.

Xiang Feng stopped and asked them, "Who can write poems?"

Except for Xiao Yuqing, none of the other people said a word. It was okay for them to recite poems, but it was impossible to write poems.

The world of immortal cultivation never engages in these sour poetry gatherings. They all have to strive for cultivation and spiritual power. Unlike the human world, they like to dance and write ink, and they always have poems, songs and essays.

Xiang Feng was a little embarrassed. What was the use of Xiao Yuqing alone? What he needed was a woman who could write poetry.

Nangong Tianba said nothing, but the princess was a woman, so it was always abrupt to let Xiao Yuqing come forward rashly.

This assessment had nothing to do with him, but the king had just given him an order, ordering him to get the letter from the heirloom.

If King Yan had not been a stubborn temper who would rather die than surrender, according to their ghost sect, he would have threatened King Yan with Nangong Tianba's life, so how could he have done such trouble?

Just when Xiang Feng was in a dilemma, An Ning timidly pulled the corner of his clothes: "Brother Xiang Feng, I can write poems."

Xiang Feng was stunned: "Please write one and listen."

An Ning nodded and looked around at the surrounding scenery: "Sleeping in spring will not be dawn, and birds can be heard everywhere. The sound of wind and rain comes at night, how many flowers fall."

Everyone couldn't help but breathe. This poem sounds simple, but its artistic conception is elegant and long, which makes people feel endless aftertaste.

I originally thought An Ning was a woman in the world, but I didn’t expect to be a buried talented woman.

Xiang Feng exclaimed: "A good sentence makes many flowers fall, so beautiful."

Xiao Yuqing also nodded and praised: "The spring is beautiful and we live up to our youth. Miss An Ning is a wonderful person."

An Ning blushed: "Young Master Xiao praised me, I don't know much, and I can only compose music and recite poems."

Yu Zhengzheng listened to the conversation between the few people and found it ridiculous.
To be continued...