In the afternoon of that day, Yang Zhen sat at the table, writing non-stop with the pen in her hand. There was already a pile of manuscript paper piled next to her.
Although the little money he spent writing now was of little use to him, he couldn't help but have people come to him to urge him to write the manuscript! Zhao Anlan, the shopkeeper of Fenglin Bookstore, is waiting in the house at the moment. Yang Zhen had no choice but to find two stories from "Liao Zhai" to cope with the situation.
The door was pushed open with a creak, and it was Caisi who came in, holding a basin of water in her hand.
"Xiao Langjun, wash your face."
Yang Zhen said "hmm", put down her pen, and reached for the soaked towel in the basin.
Suddenly he quickly took his hand back with an angry look on his face: "Why is the water so cold!"
"It's winter, you're going to freeze to death!" he yelled.
Unexpectedly, Caisi immediately started crying: "Yesterday I brought you water for washing your feet, but you thought it was too hot. Today I added some cold water, but you said it was too cold. You, you just deliberately made things difficult for me, wuwu... "
After saying that, he placed the basin heavily on the ground and went out. Unexpectedly, the movement was too big, and one hand actually brought down the manuscript papers on Yang Zhen's desk. Many of them fell into the basin, and the writing on them was instantly blurred.
Caisi was startled, scared, and cried even harder.
Yang Zhen was immediately furious: "Are you sincere? I wrote the manuscript for an hour, but you ruined it!"
"Get out of here!"
He stormed out of the room angrily and shouted: "Caiyun, Caiyun!"
Caiyun heard the sound and ran over from the courtyard. When she saw Caisi crying, her mouth almost stopped tightening. She immediately adjusted her posture and asked with a straight face: "Mr. Yang, what happened?"
"Caisi is in your charge, right?" Yang Zhen pointed at Caisi and said angrily: "Look at what she did. The water she brought was either too hot or too cold. Just now, she deliberately copied what I had worked so hard to write. Throw the manuscript into the water. I can't afford to offend such a maid, so tell her to get lost!"
"Caisi," Caiyun asked coldly, "What's the matter with you? Are you dissatisfied that Master Yang refuses to accept you as a maid and take you to Yunxiao Sect?"
"I didn't—" Caisi cried, "I really didn't mean it."
"Whether it was intentional or not, we'll talk about it later!" Caiyun said, "It's almost the Chinese New Year, so you should go back to your aunt's house first! Mr. Yang doesn't need you to serve here!"
"I don't-" Cai Si cried and fell to the ground: "Sister Caiyun, no!"
Caiyun secretly raised his thumb, his face still as cold as ice.
She turned around and told a maid who was watching the fun: "Caitu, take this little bitch to clean up, and let her go today!"
…
Zui Nanyuan
This is the courtyard where the Zhao Mansion entertains important guests.
According to legend, an ancestor of the Yunxiao Sect once went out as a guest, got extremely drunk, and slept for three days hugging a friend's nan tree. After waking up, Fu Lingxin arrived, realized the great truth, and achieved breakthrough in becoming a god in one fell swoop. It was a place for hospitality in later generations, and was often named after Zui Nan to show the intention of welcoming guests and best wishes to the guests.
Today, there is only one distinguished guest staying in Zuinan Courtyard, none other than Zhou Yuan.
At this time, he had returned from outside and was sitting upright in the room, regulating his breath and calming down.
A girl's cry came from far and near from outside the hospital.
"What happened?" He opened the door and asked Caidian who was standing beside him.
"I don't know." Caidian replied, then remembered the madam's instructions and changed his words: "I will go out and inquire about it."
"Well, you go ahead." Zhou Yuan nodded with satisfaction.
After a while, Caidian came back.
"Master Zhou," she whispered, "she is a maid from Shuihengyuan. I heard that her master is unwilling to take her to Yunxiao Sect. She is dissatisfied. Now her master will drive her home."
"Going to Yunxiao Sect?" Zhou Yuan's heart moved: "Who is her master?"
"It's an adopted son of Madam, named Yang Zhen. He was accepted as a disciple by Yunxiao Sect last year."
"Yang Zhen?" Zhou Yuan raised his eyebrows: "I'll go out and take a look."
He opened the door and saw a pretty little girl, carrying a cloth bag, sobbing and walking through the path in front of his door. There was also a relatively strong maid behind her, whispering comfort to her all the way.
Zhou Yuan couldn't help but smile, and silently hit the girl in front with a divine mark.
…
On the morning of the second day, Yang Zhen did not go out, but continued to stay in her room writing about him.
There was a knock on the door outside, and he shouted "Come in!" without raising his head.
Caitu pushed open the door and entered, holding a pot of lead orchid in his hand.
"Mr. Yang," she said angrily, "Caisi said you gave this orchid as a gift and she couldn't bear it. She wants me to get it back for her today."
"Whether you keep this flower or throw it away, tell me."
"Put it here!" Yang Zhen smiled happily, but she didn't look as fierce as yesterday.
Caitu curled his lips, put down the lead orchid hard, turned around and left.
Yang Zhen smiled and shook her head. It seems that Caisi is very popular. What she did yesterday offended these maids.
He closed the door, took a deep breath, and took the little bluestone out of his arms.
After a while, he got everything he wanted to know from Yiyi's narration.
"The fish is hooked." A sneer appeared on his lips.
As expected, Zhou Yuan found Aunt Caisi's house last night and questioned the little girl.
Then, he cast a spell to erase this memory from Caisi's mind.
The higher the monk's cultivation level, the less harm it will cause to mortals by erasing their memories.
Also, the closer the erased memory is in time, the less harmful it will be to the person.
Therefore, the injuries Caisi suffered should not have much consequences for her.
Otherwise, she would not have remembered yesterday's agreement to deliver a pot of lead orchid from home.
In addition, making tea from the leaves of the Shashang tree and letting her drink it for a month will be enough to restore the damage to her soul.
Even so, Caisi was still taking quite a risk by being willing to do these things for him.
This made him feel happy and heavy at the same time.
Caisi, I owe you this.
…
Nothing happened since then, Yang Zhen didn't go out all day, and Zhou Yuan did the same, just walking around the Zhao Manor.
The next day, the square in front of Yanqing Hall was very lively.
Those disciples who came back from the sect have stayed in the county for the past few days. They did not dare to make their own decisions and sneaked home first.
After holding it in for three days, I couldn't hold it back any longer. Today I finally have to return to Changshan with my ancestor, and everyone is overjoyed.
Yang Zhen followed her mama and wife, accompanied by Zhao Yue'er Caiyun and others, towards the flying boat.
On the flying boat, Zhao Beiqing stood on the bow of the boat with his hands tied, as if he were standing in the mountains.
He watched the Zhao family members boarding the ship with a smile, while listening to the words of the person next to him, nodding from time to time.
The man next to him, handsome and heroic, is none other than Zhou Yuan.
He also wants to go to Changshan.
The fish is hooked.
