Guide to the Empress becoming a God

"Does Yutang still remember Ji Niang?"

Xing Yutang thought for a while, then asked doubtfully, "Father is talking about the female envoy in the Children's Palace many years ago?"

"is her."

Xing Yutang smiled and said, "My child remembers."

Xing Yutang's appearance is as dignified as his name, and he looks a little serious on weekdays, but he rarely bends his eyebrows when talking about things in his childhood.

"Ji Zhangshi's needlework has a good reputation in the palace. Although she is an ordinary woman, there are rumors in the palace that the small animals she embroiders can run all over the ground."

"The child was naughty at the time, and he insisted on making the envoy embroider a rabbit that could run off the silk handkerchief. The envoy had to rush all night to embroider the rabbit."

"But she has no cultivation level, so the embroidered rabbit will naturally not run away. She asked the guards in the palace to catch a live rabbit from the mountain overnight, and the trick was completely performed."

"Just to make me happy, she stayed up all night. Now that I think about it, the baby was quite annoying at that time."

When Xing Yutang was talking about the past, the thin figure behind the screen listened quietly and attentively.

After he finished speaking, a gentle laugh came from behind the screen: "I didn't expect that you still remembered these little things. It seems that you also like tricks."

"En." Xing Yutang nodded, and the smile on his face gradually subsided.

"In a flash, she has been out of the palace for more than ten years, and I don't know how she is doing."

There was silence on both sides of the screen.

After a while, the thin figure on the screen spoke first: "Ji Zhang passed away a few years ago."

Xing Yutang was stunned.

The figure continued: "The person my father asked you to help find is the posthumous son of the envoy. I predict that she will give birth to a daughter."

Xing Yutang hurriedly asked: "Does father have a rough location to find the person?"

The figure on the screen was silent for a moment, and said, "It's about near Jinyun Village."

Xing Yutang cupped his hands: "Baby, arrange for someone to look for it."

Two low coughs came from the screen, and without saying anything else, Xing Yutang quietly withdrew.

It's just that when he turned around and walked out, he raised his head inadvertently, and Xing Yutang's eyes hesitated for a moment.

He saw the portrait hanging on the wall.

It was a portrait of my aunt, which used to hang in my father's inner study.

My father moved to live in Canglang Que, and this portrait was moved here again.

Father's miss for his aunt has never been lessened.

Xing Yutang sighed softly.

Probably it was because of too much pressure on my father guarding Canglang City by himself.

Outsiders only know that his father is the lord of the magnificent Canglang City, and a great monk that no one in the Eastern Continent can afford.

Only my aunt can understand my father's embarrassment.

The portrait of her aunt reminded Xing Yu of Yan Yan again.

Stepping out of Canglang Que, the palace gate behind him did not close immediately.

Every time this door waits for him to leave before closing, the warm light is reflected from the tall door, just like the eyes of the father.

When he was about to go down the steps, Xing Yutang glanced at the nearby courtyard and said, "Father, the firewood over there is almost full again. The weather has been dry recently, and it might catch fire if piled here. Do you want me to move it away?"

A gentle voice came from the hall: "No need, the sky is getting colder, so I just use them to surround the furnace."

Xing Yutang didn't say anything else, his soft moccasin boots walked silently on the plain blue brick road, and disappeared outside the hanging flower corridor leading from the deep courtyard to the front yard.

It wasn't until Xing Yutang walked out of the deep courtyard where Canglang Que was located that the tall palace gate of Canglang Que was slowly closed.

Behind the screen, Xing Yan sat alone in front of the desk, with a volume of books spread out in front of him, covered with a blue silk handkerchief.

Xing Yan raised his head, and his eyes fell on the high and round roof of the hall, as if he was looking at the stars in the distant sky beyond the roof of the hall.

His eyes are very clear, like the water on the new lotus after the rain.Such a clean look is actually very difficult to appear on a big monk like him who has lived for countless years.

But Xing Yan was very lucky, his gaze almost completely devoured the tempering of the years, and transformed those years of suffering into a spiritual spring for washing his eyes.

Let him have a pair of eyes that are always as pure as a blind boy.

It is such a pair of eyes that hides the prying eyes of the world.

Of the several cultivators on the Eastern Continent, Xing Yan is the oldest one.

No one knows how old Xing Yan, the lord of Canglang City, has lived, and no one knows how advanced he has cultivated.

No one had the chance to see Xing Yan do it with his own eyes.

Everything I've seen with my own eyes is dead.

"Yutang has discovered that the Eye of the Canglang has disappeared."

Xing Yan opened his mouth and said something.

What answered him was Quiet, who was always the most loyal to him.

After a while, Xing Yan withdrew his gaze from the dome and landed on the silk handkerchief in front of him.

The cyan silk handkerchief is soft in texture and made of high-quality materials.Embroidered on the handkerchief is a rabbit with extraordinary embroidery, like a rabbit that will jump off the handkerchief at any time.

"After many times, it was obviously a girl. Where did that child go?"

Couldn't help mumbling in wonder, Xing Yan scratched his head impatiently.

This action shows a bit of a monkey, making him look even less like a big thing who has lived through the long years of practice.

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"What on earth are you thinking about this?"

Niu Nenggan followed Hua Chang and walked into the big room where they lived together.

Niu Nenggan has always disliked living in a business by himself, thinking it is too deserted and boring.

Living with the guys and feeling sorry for everyone being too reserved, he simply pestered Hua Chang to live with him.

Hua Chang and Niu Nenggan went on a lot of business trips together, but he only agreed to it twice, and then it got out of hand.

By now, Hua Chang has long been used to it.

Although Niu Nenggan was a bit talkative and had a loud voice, he basically practiced at night. Even if he shared a big room with him, Hua Chang would not be disturbed.

Since following Yanyan, whether it's Hua Chang or Niu Nenggan, their cultivation has improved significantly.

Although the merchants are busy, there are not enough pills to support the supply. Even if they just take drugs, they can practice much faster than ordinary people.

It's just that the reason why they chose to go into business at the beginning was because neither Hua Chang nor Niu Nenggan's cultivation talents were particularly good, and they were already very content to be able to improve their cultivation level again.

Hua Chang didn't answer Niu Nenggan, but looked at him and asked, "What do you think?"

Niu Nenggan scratched his head vigorously with his big palm fan: "I just asked you because I couldn't figure it out! This kind of job dealing with officials has always been done by Mr. Shen. Why did you bring us two in this time?"

"I'm good at selling goods, but if I play tricks with these officials, I'll have a headache!"

Hua Chang nodded: "You're right, the leaders of us all seem to do the same job, but in fact the division of labor is different."

"Master Shen is in charge of communicating and negotiating with the lords of various realms, and Chief Bi is in charge of the circulation in the middle. Our two responsibilities are mainly to distribute goods. This has always been the case in the past."

Niu Nenggan immediately nodded in agreement.

Hua Chang looked into Niu Nenggan's eyes, and said seriously: "Since we know what's going on in our hearts, so will the boss."

"So, it was a deliberate arrangement by the host to let the two of us enter the city during this trip to Canglang."

Niu Nenggan's eyes widened: "Could it be that the boss wants to distribute a large number of goods in Canglang City?"

He just said this, when a staff outside the door shouted: "Bosses, Doctor Doctor is here..."