"What kind of help?" Xue Qing asked. Relentless pestering is truly the most terrifying martial art in the world.
“You’re going to match me up with Lord Qi,” Ah Chou said.
Her eyes were serious, and her expression was serious, so Xue Qing was genuinely shocked.
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Xue Qing told Liu Ying about A Chou's request. Liu Ying sat on the bed like an empress dowager, and after listening, she just nodded silently.
Xue Qing held Liu Ying's hand reverently: "Aren't you going to help me?"
“…This mission isn’t something I’m good at,” Liu Ying said reluctantly.
It's really tough on him. Xue Qing, this juicy piece of meat, has been dangling in his mouth for so long without him getting a taste. Don't let Liu Ying's seemingly almost immortal appearance fool you; he's as shy as a little boy inside. He's afraid of hurting her if he touches her, afraid of getting her dirty if he touches her. This cautious nature means he's always on the defensive. Even if Xue Qing were lying naked in front of him, he'd still worry about whether she'd get cold. Qi is a bit like Liu Ying, but not quite the same. Qi wouldn't pay attention to a naked beauty, but he wouldn't worry about whether she'd get cold either.
Xue Qing touched Liu Ying's face: "I have to do this myself. Even that uneducated old woman Wang Po can link Pan Jinlian and Ximen Qing together. I have several diplomas, so it's just about opening the hearts of disabled people. I've watched several sentimental programs. I can definitely do it!"
"Are you talking about philosophy again?" Firefly asked.
Xue Qing gently kissed Liu Ying's eyelashes: "I'll give it a try. If it doesn't work, we'll find Lei Ji to get a new face and hide far away."
“…I’ve discovered that you’re quite cunning too,” Firefly said.
"That's not called being cunning, that's called a flash of inspiration."
An urgent knocking sounded at the door: "Da Ling! Da Ling! Da Ling! Da Ling!"
Xue Qing quickly opened the door, afraid that the noise would attract An Luo again. A Chou rushed into the room and said anxiously, "Da Ling, you said you would help me think of a way, have you thought of anything?"
Xue Qing scratched her head and suddenly said, "I've got it! Let's go outside and talk, so as not to disturb Xiao Ling's rest. He hasn't been feeling well lately."
Ah Chou nodded, and before leaving, he said to Liu Ying, "If you have a stomachache, just have the kitchen make some brown sugar water with red dates."
In the blink of an eye, Xue Qing pushed her away with both hands. Liu Ying warned from behind, "Be careful, don't let anyone notice anything."
Xue Qing made an OK sign to Liu Ying: "I know what I'm doing."
Xue Qing led A Chou to the gate of Nangong Luoluo and said to her earnestly, "Qi grew up in the desert. In the Underworld, the only one with the same background as him is Lord Yanming. Look at what kind of women Lord Yanming likes. Men's tastes are all pretty much the same."
"The entire Underworld knows that the Lord of the Underworld is fond of Miss Nangong," A Chou said.
"Just imitate the types they like," Xue Qing said, patting A Chou on the shoulder.
Xue Qing and A Chou spent the entire day spying on Nangong Luoluo. When Nangong Luoluo got up, A Chou rushed to bring her water to wash her face; when Nangong Luoluo ate, A Chou rushed to serve her food; she even rushed to clean Nangong Luoluo's room, using every means to get close to her. Nangong Luoluo had seen Xue Qing before, but Xue Qing didn't want to cause any trouble and kept her distance. At first, Xue Qing suspected that A Chou's attempts to get close to her had ulterior motives, but now, seeing A Chou's desperate efforts, she hesitated. If it weren't a real goal, why would she be working so hard?
Qi, he wasn't indifferent. In Xue Qing's eyes, he was more terrifying than indifference. He was emotionless. Losing his voice never seemed to be a burden to him because he never needed to express his feelings with words. He had no feelings at all. Unlike puppets that were manipulated, he had his own thoughts. He would act according to his own thoughts. He often used his brain, but he never used his heart. Was that heart rusty, or was it broken from the beginning?
If we were to rate Ah Chou's pursuit of Qi, the success rate would be approximately zero. Even a peerless beauty couldn't capture Qi's image, just as a peerless ugly woman couldn't. Xue Qing couldn't tell Ah Chou the truth either; her ambition alone indicated she was already insane, and it was hard to predict what even more insane things she might do if provoked.
“Daling, look, don’t I walk like Miss Nangong?” A Chou said, walking back and forth in front of Xue Qing.
Xue Qing didn't know if her way of walking could be considered beautiful, because paired with Ah Chou's face, nothing was aesthetically pleasing.
“Miss Nangong’s clothes are different from what we maids wear. Luckily, I know needlework, so I can alter them to match her style. But we can’t let Lord Anlu see them, or it will be terrible,” A Chou said excitedly to Xue Qing.
Xue Qing nodded silently. She didn't know if A Chou really thought there was a possibility between her and Qi.
"Ah Chou, don't you think... Lord Qi isn't very approachable?" Xue Qing reminded her.
"Yeah, it's very mysterious, isn't it?" Ah Chou's two beady eyes were almost as bright as light bulbs.
People in love are irrational; they see even flaws as virtues. Of all the men in the world, why is Ah Chou so devoted to Qi? There must have been a moment when she was struck by lightning, just like Xue Qing was to Yan Ming, and Mo Qingshan to Lei Ji. Some people may not be that great, but no one can replace them.
Xue Qing knew that Liu Ying's kindness made her dependent on Liu Ying, but if someone treated her better than Liu Ying, would she fall in love with someone else? She couldn't love anyone else anymore. Even if someone gave her a stable life, wealth and luxury, and everything she wanted, she would still prefer to wander the world with Liu Ying, not because she liked the world, but because the person she liked was in the world.
Xue Qing grabbed A Chou, who was still posing and imitating Nangong Luoluo, and said to her seriously, "If you really like him, go for it."
"Me? I should go talk to him?" Ah Chou asked blankly.
“Yes.” Xue Qing nodded.
Ah Chou thought for a moment and asked, "By the way, Da Ling, you said you have someone you like. Have you told them yet?"
Xue Qing smiled faintly: "He said he likes me too."
Ah Chou's face lit up with a bright smile: "Alright, I'll go tell Lord Qi right away. You go back first and wait for my news!"
The voice-changing medicine was about to take effect, and Liu Ying hadn't returned from retrieving the medicine from Bai Xichen. Xue Qing was alone in her room, playing with the Ling Shu Sword. The translucent blade was beautifully crystal clear. It was said that when the sect leader's wife, who created this sword, used it, her opponents could hardly see the sword. The Ling Shu Sword Technique was extremely fast and unpredictable, but these were just rumors, because all those who had witnessed the Ling Shu Sword Technique were left with nothing but bones.
Since then, the Ling Shu Sword has appeared and disappeared repeatedly. There are occasional rumors about the Ling Shu Sword in the martial arts world, but there has never been any information about the Ling Shu Sword Technique. No one believes that such a sword technique exists. But since it was mentioned by Yan Ming in such a situation, there should indeed be such a sword manual. Where could it be hidden? There is not a single clue.
As Xue Qing wiped the Ling Shu sword with a towel, she pondered aloud. She vaguely heard footsteps outside the door and quickly hid the sword on the bed frame. The footsteps were indeed coming towards Xue Qing. A Chou pushed open the door and staggered in. A Chou's face was red and slightly swollen, and she walked with a swaying gait. Her presence filled the room with the smell of alcohol. Had she been drinking?
"Why did you drink all this wine?" Xue Qing quickly stood up and helped A Chou up.
"I didn't dare tell Lord Qi, so I just wanted to drink some wine to bolster my courage." As soon as Ah Chou opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol became even stronger.
"So did you tell me or not?"
Ah Chou shook his head: "I drank a whole jar of wine and felt so happy, but I didn't dare to go to Master Qi, so I came to find you instead, hehehehehehehehehe."
Ah Chou leaned almost her entire body against Xue Qing, pressing down on her. Xue Qing had to use all her strength to support her, and she was so tired that she was panting as she spoke: "What did you come to me for? It's not like you came to confess to me. Go find him!"
"Hehehehehe, alright, I'll go find Lord Qi," Ah Chou chuckled foolishly, his eyes shifting to Xue Qing's bed: "Eh? Lord Qi? What are you doing here? I really dare to go find you."
Xue Qing followed Ah Chou's gaze and saw that there was no lacquer on her bed; it was just a pillar at the head of the bed. This girl had drunk too much and was hallucinating.
Ah Chou thought it was lacquer and kept trying to ram it into the pillar. Ancient craftsmanship was very practical, and hitting that wooden pillar would definitely result in a bloody head injury. Xue Qing tried to stop Ah Chou from going over, but Ah Chou was determined to make the pillar lacquer and charged forward desperately. Ah Chou was used to doing rough work and was naturally strong. In addition, the alcohol amplified her biological instincts like a stimulant, knocking Xue Qing to the ground. She also used too much force and hit the bed beam. The bed beam shook violently, and the Ling Shu sword on the bed beam fell down.