The Fairy: From the Traveling Merchant

Chapter 705 Johnson
Ming Xueling used a series of words like "coincidental" and "reasonable" to describe this old friend of her "father". Zhao Chen knew what she meant:

This person was most likely arranged by Ning Meng's "parents" in a "reasonable" way.

He probably didn't know about Ning Meng's situation, but he must have heard some "rumors"...

I just don't know why you are interested in me?
Thinking so in his mind, Zhao Chen asked.

Ming Xueling held Zhao Chen's hand, thought for a moment, glanced at Ning Meng who was sitting opposite him, and said carefully: "I guess he misunderstood your identity."

Misunderstood my identity? What identity of mine is worth mistaking... Wait, he wouldn't think I'm a prince who was abandoned among the people, right?
Thinking about it carefully, Ning Meng and I are about the same age. At a time when the original owner's mother and elder brother have been identified as "retribution bodies", my origins are indeed unclear...

Although Ning Meng's appearance is closer to the characteristics of Concubine Ning, it can also be interpreted as a cover-up.

As long as the current emperor makes a slight "hint" or accidentally leaks the "rumor", the "old friend" of Duan Mingxue's father will naturally become a pawn in an attempt to speculate?

Well, I can roughly guess two reasons why the couple did this:

First, this "chess piece" has a friendship with "Master Tianding" in this life. In Xiao Ling's words, it doesn't seem out of place to "fawn on" her, and it is just the right time to take care of the material needs of their daughter Ning Meng.

Secondly, even if someone with ulterior motives discovered me, they would only draw attention to me, muddying the waters, and protect Ning Meng, keeping the dark under the lamp.

I don't have any special physique, nor am I a female cultivator, so naturally I don't attract much attention from the Yuantong Zhenjun faction.

As for whether there are other hidden purposes... I guess there are, but there is too little information to be able to see it yet...

As his thoughts turned, Zhao Chen habitually wanted to tap the armrest with his right fingers, but found that the feeling was not right.

It was only at this moment that he was "shocked" to find that he had reached under the hem of the gauze skirt without knowing when. If he hadn't been held down...

With a light cough, Zhao Chen pulled his hand back to hide his embarrassment and changed the subject: "By the way, where are we going now?"

Ming Xueling felt lost, but still responded seriously: "Go to the bank opened by the Great Xia court and exchange the silver notes in your hands for paper money.

"Even if someone reimburses me for my expenses, I still can't be without money."

The nine provinces of the Central Plains now only recognize paper money issued by the government. This has become a "law" that even aristocratic families and clans dare not violate.

……

Just when Zhao Chen and his companions went to the money shop to exchange banknotes, the long-legged girl who volunteered to be a guide at the checkpoint drove to a three-story detached building and met a middle-aged man who was drinking tea in the garden.

This man has Western ancestry, a pair of blue eyes, and a very thin figure. He doesn't look like a cultivator from Daxia.

After all, the cultivation path of Daxia monks is to cultivate essence, energy and spirit simultaneously. They need to exercise their bodies during the "true qi" and "refining the orifices" stages. Even though they lack large muscles because they can use mental power to "shape" themselves, they will never appear "thin".

The long-legged girl bowed respectfully and said, "Master Johnson, I have met Mr. Zhao and completed your request."

The man with Western ancestry was exactly the old acquaintance of Ming Xueling's "father", Johnson, now the steward of the Imperial Household Department of the Great Xia court.

His original name was Vincent James, but he was later given the surname "Zhan" by the current ruler, so he directly changed his name to the Daxia style.

Johnson added sugar and milk to the teacup and asked, "Did you see anything?"

The long-legged girl shook her head and said, "The fate of that Mr. Zhao seems to be obscured by a fog, and it is impossible to see through it... But the women around him are all precious, and their future is limitless."

Johnson fiddled with the spoon in his hand and said disapprovingly: "The current emperor has no children so far. If this is really a prince who has been exiled to the common people, then when he recognizes his ancestors and returns to his ancestral home, he is likely to ascend to the throne. By then, the women around him will all be concubines, so his fate will naturally be precious." He paused for a moment and asked seriously:
"With your physiognomy, can't you see through Mr. Zhao's fate?"

The long-legged girl spread her hands helplessly: "It's true that I can't see through him...but I can vaguely feel that there is still an imperial aura on him.

"This either means that he is being favored by the emperor, or that he had close contact with an emperor not long ago..."

Hearing this, Johnson finally laughed, as if he had already identified his goal: "That's right, it's worth my effort to grab this job."

After laughing for a while, he turned to the long-legged girl and asked, "In your opinion, what kind of person is Mr. Zhao?

"Is he really as eager as the rumors say?"

"That's not the case... In my eyes, Young Master Zhao is handsome and has an amazing aura, yet he is also full of charm. The lustful ones are more like the female cultivators around him." The long-legged girl in a very short skirt shook her head after reminiscing about it.

She knew what the man in front of her wanted to do, so she advised him again: "Besides, the female cultivators around him are all rare and beautiful. Ordinary women may not be in his eyes."

Hearing this, Jason nodded thoughtfully: "I understand."

As for what he knew, he didn't say, and the long-legged girl in cool clothes didn't ask either.

Although the latter was helping Johnson, he was not his subordinate and was just returning a favor.

"In this case, there are only two things left to do..." the long-legged girl thought secretly.

At this moment, she suddenly heard Johnson's voice:

"Miss Zhuge, I have something else I need you to do right away..."

……

At the same time, after coming out of the Daxia Money House, Zhao Chen and his party got on the carriage again with a lot of cash in their pockets.

They were not in a hurry to stay at the hotel Ming Xueling had booked, but first looked for a place to taste the local delicacies in the Wuguan Pass area.

This made Yan Hongxia very happy because she learned several new dishes through this.

Especially since she has recently mastered the innate magic spell "White Bone Spirit Fire", she has a more precise control over the "temperature" of the fire and can even add some special effects to dishes made with ordinary ingredients.

After taking a bite of the dish that was said to be a specialty of Yuzhou, Zhao Chen looked at Ming Xueling who was wiping his mouth and asked with a smile:

"When can we set off again?"

Ming Xueling took out a few tickets from his pocket and said, "I couldn't buy a ticket for tomorrow's train, so I have to wait until the day after tomorrow.

"And we have to transfer to Yuzhou's provincial capital."

Yuzhou and Sizhou are both plains, and steam trains can go directly to the capital.

While they were eating and chatting, a blurry shadow quietly merged into Zhao Chen's shadow, but neither Zhao Chen nor Ming Xueling noticed it.

(End of this chapter)